Binding Rose: A Dark Mafia Romance(73)

It’s a miracle Colin lasted as long as he did because, in less than ten minutes flat, I’m cumming like a horny pre-teen who just learned how to jerk off. My cock is still fully inside her as she milks me dry, panting out my name like it’s God’s answer to all her prayers. My head falls to her shoulder, feeling like someone just whacked me across the chest with a baseball bat.

The fuck just happened?

Sex has never once had me questioning all my beliefs, not that I have many, but magical fucking pussies are definitely not on the list. I hear Colin’s heavy breathing in sync with mine, telling me that he knows exactly what I’m feeling right now.

We are so fucked.

Because I doubt that even after we get Rosa knocked up, neither one of us will want to stop fucking her.

Once you have a taste of heaven, it’s hard letting go of it.

And as if Tiernan has a direct line to my thoughts, I hear him scoff from his seat.

“That was quite the performance,” he says dryly. “I think that’s enough for today. You can show yourselves out while I have a word with my wife.”

I don’t miss how he adds just a bit of emphasis on the words—my wife.

I’ve never once wanted anything my brother had.

Not the seat on the throne of the Irish mob.

Not the loyalty and respect of his men.

Not even the constant praise he receives from our father.

There was never anything that would ever entice me into stepping into his shoes.

Until now.





Chapter 15





Rosa



Tiernan waits until he hears the front door of the apartment close behind Shay and Colin before he gets out of his seat and walks over to the dresser where I left my handbag. I pull the sheets up to cover my naked flesh, although modesty went out the window the minute I agreed to go through with having sex with two men that weren’t my husband.

I watch in silence as he flips my bag upside down and disposes of all of its contents on top of the dresser. He picks up a tube of my lipstick and then walks over to the same chair he had been sitting in while he watched his own flesh and blood take turns fucking me.

Although can I really say what transpired between us was just sex?

I swear there was a connection that was made between me, Shay, and Colin.

Maybe it was all in my head, but I felt something twist and turn inside me with every gentle kiss they gave me.

Or maybe—and this feels like a more realistic reason—I’m just not the type of woman who can have sex just for the sake of having it without feelings being involved.

I might have just romanticized the whole event, and what I felt when Shay and Colin touched me was just one-sided.

Right now, my world has been tipped on its axis, and I’m not sure which way is up or down. All I know is that when I slept with Tiernan, it was raw, unadulterated passion. Maybe hatred spurred that sentiment on, making our moments of intimacy that much more intense.

With Shay and Colin, however, I felt the opposite. I felt delicate. Precious—even loved.

I felt like I could breathe.

With Tiernan, I didn’t feel like I could even touch him without being reprimanded for it.

Shay begged for my touch.

His blue eyes burned at the way my hand ran down his chest.

And as for Colin?

His ardent caresses made me feel like he had never been in the possession of something so precious.

It reminded me of the way he would stare at a landscape painting he liked and want to submerge himself in it. Get lost in something beautiful since his world is anything but.

I liked the power they both let me have.

To wield it against them.

The way they fell apart just by being with me.

It’s not at all what I expected.

A part of me even screamed for me to put a stop to this before I even walked into the room. Only my pride and stubbornness prevented me from backpedaling and calling the whole thing off.

I made a deal with the devil, and if my soul was the price I had to pay to get what I wanted, then so be it.

“Come here,” Tiernan commands once he’s made himself comfortable in his spot.

I hesitate just for a second but think better of it when he flexes his fists. As much as I didn’t want to look at my husband as his men had their way with me, every so often, my gaze was drawn to his. All throughout the scene, Tiernan’s expression remained completely stoic, as if he was just watching an old rerun of a television show and not his wife having sex with two men at the same time.

The only telltale sign I was able to see that he was affected by what was happening in front of him was the way his hands would ball into fists and then release open every few seconds.

“I won’t ask again,” he says when I’ve taken longer to execute his command.

I begin to get up off the bed, clinging to the bedsheet for protection, when he shakes his head and stops me cold in my tracks.

“Tsk tsk,” he taunts. “I want you to come to me naked like you are now. Crawl your way over to me, wife. And do it fast. My patience is wearing thin as it is.”

My chest, neck, and cheeks burst into flames at his order, but like the stubborn fool that I am, I let go of the sheet and slide out of the bed, just to go onto my hands and knees, crawling my way over to him. The sardonic smile that crests his lips has my lower belly fluttering.