Page 190 of Vows of a Mobster

Damn it, Mateo might just kill me with his glare. Regardless that this wasn’t my doing, he might end up torturing me alongside Angelica for touching his woman.

I trailed my fingers from her ear, down her back and a shiver ran down her body. Was it pleasure or disgust?

“Kiss her and touch her,” Angelica demanded.

Sixty-Eight

Brianna

My eyes snapped to Mateo at hearing Angelica tell Declan those words. His eyes were burning, like he was ready to kill Declan. I was so hurt and scared on our drive over here, but now, terror overwhelmed all my senses. My mother betrayed me to this crazy woman. Not that she was ever much of a mother. Angelica was unstable and she kept my daughter and Marissa captive.

I glanced at this unstable woman. “Please,” I tried to appeal to her senses. “Let my daughter go. She doesn’t need to see this.”

Her maniacal laugh filled the room and sent a cold shiver down my spine. Was this how we would end?

“You took Mateo away from me,” she sneered at me. “I will take it all away from you.”

“I’m sorry,” I whispered softly. What could I possibly say to her? “I didn’t know.”

“Angelica, you and I were over way before I met my wife.” Mateo’s voice was dripping with rage. His words accomplished nothing. Angelica was in her own world, in her own reality. She was determined to do what she set out to do.

Although, I was glad to hear this woman wasn’t his mistress during our time together. Not that it mattered in this life-or-death situation. Mateo and Angelica had a glaring stare down and she pressed a button, causing the wall to shift back, blocking the view of Emma and Marissa. I wanted them in my sight but what this woman was insinuating wouldn’t be anything either one of them should see. My heart ached with regret already.

“The Irish scum will kiss your wife now,” Angelica croaked. “So you know how it feels when someone is touching the person you love. Do it now, or I’ll shoot.”

I stood stiff, waiting. God, this was a nightmare. This felt like the worst kind of violation. A lone tear trickled down my cheek and Mateo brushed it with his finger. I locked eyes with my husband, soaking in his strength when I felt Declan’s lips on my neck. They were surprisingly soft on my skin. The touch sent goosebumps through my body. It wasn’t unpleasant, but it was nothing like having Mateo’s mouth on me.

My hands fisted Mateo’s crisp white shirt, desperately hoping this would end at any moment. I didn’t want Declan dead. Angelica positioned us so all of Mateo’s men and Declan’s men could see us right now. It was meant to degrade me and humiliate Mateo. Declan nipped and licked at my back, his touch feather light roaming down my back till he came to my butt and he cupped my ass. I wanted Mateo’s hands on me, his mouth on me, not Declan’s.

Although this felt degrading, I couldn’t deny it also felt hot. My breathing became slightly labored and Mateo’s gaze locked with mine. He took my mouth in a hard, possessive kiss. It was a rough kiss, his rage and fury evident in the way he consumed my breath. He bit down hard on my lower lip, pain and pleasure mixing, but I didn’t care. I knew his possessive nature hated to see anyone touch me, and this was eating at him. His mouth traveled down my neck, and I tilted my head, my hands wrapping around his nape.

“You are fucking mine,” he grunted into my ear, his hand snaking into my panties. He found me wet, and his finger brushed against my clit.

“Yes, only yours,” I moaned, embarrassment and pleasure mixing together.

His finger pushed into my pussy, slick and eager for him. I pressed against my husband’s hard body, clenching my thighs with his finger pushing in and out of me. I was desperate to feel him inside me.

Declan’s hard body pushed against my back and his hard shaft pressed against my butt.

“What the fuck are you doing?” I asked undignified. At least, I tried to sound undignified but there was no escaping that my voice was breathless. I sounded turned on.

“I’m going to get a serious case of blue balls,” he complained low on a goan.

“Watch yourself Declan,” Mateo hissed in a threatening voice.

“It seems your wife is to the Irish mobster’s liking,” Angelica taunted. Mateo’s anger was simmering and his rage was so hot, I’d thought it’d burn me. “Carry on or I’ll kill someone.”

I pressed my lips against my husband’s, praying we get through this not only alive but also our relationship intact. If that was even possible.

In a haze, I realized Declan lowered himself onto his knees. Pushing my panties aside, I felt his mouth was on my pussy. Mateo swallowed my moan, his one hand intent on fucking me while his other played with my breast through my bra, pinching my nipples through the thin fabric. I arched into his touch and he pinched my nipple harder, pain and pleasure mixing.

I must have lost my sanity, two men pleasuring me while people watched. I had to get my reason back. Mateo pushed his finger harder into me, pumping me relentlessly… as if he was punishing me. I felt his hard cock pressed against me.

“Fuck, you taste amazing,” Declan’s voice was a grunt, his hands spreading my legs wider. All three of us were getting out of hand, losing all sense of reality.

Reverse harem my fucking ass.This was hot but nothing I would ever try again. My husband was teetering on the edge of madness. If looks could kill, Declan would be burned to ashes.

Declan worked his tongue mercilessly. It felt amazing feeling my husband’s hands and Declan’s hands on me but it was wrong. I knew how much it must bother Mateo. I worked hard to keep my body from responding to Declan’s touch. All my orgasms were reserved for my husband. My body leaned into Mateo’s touch, his cologne enveloping my senses. If I closed my eyes, I could almost pretend it was just the two of us. And that was exactly what I did; I imagined Mateo was the only one here.