Sweet Retribution (Ruthless Games, #2)

by Callie Rose

“Breathe, baby. Breathe, Rose.”

“I don’t think anything’s broken,” he declares, still holding my hand in the palm of his. “But we should have Adelman check you out, just to be sure.” “Yeah. We can have him certify that you’re one hundred percent, grade-A badass,” Theo jokes from the driver’s seat.

“I’m not surprised Marcus offered to help you look. He’d do just about anything for you, Rose.”

Ryland drags in a shuddering breath, his nostrils flickering. “Because you can’t ask me to choose between two things I love.”

“Fuck, Ayla,” he mutters against my mouth. “I tried. Goddammit, I tried so hard not to want you. Not to fucking love you.”

“I’ve wanted to do that for so fucking long,” he mutters, his pupils expanding as desire darkens his eyes. “That night, at the safe house. God, I wanted you.”

I FUCKING KNEW IT.

“All you had to do was take me,” I whisper, my words shaking slightly as the orgasm ripples through my system. “I was too fucking scared I’d break you.”

“Marcus knows.” His full lips, swollen and red from our bruising kisses, ghost over mine once more. “He knows how I feel about you. How Theo feels about you. He’s always known. And he meant what he said in the alley that night. I’m sure of it. We’ve never shared a woman before, but we all knew you were different from the very first moment you came into our lives.”

“Maybe I didn’t make myself clear enough, angel,” he murmurs, his lips ghosting over my skin with each word. “When I said you were mine, I fucking meant it. And I’m yours.”

“Are you mine, angel?” he demands. “Do you believe that?” “Yes.”

“How could I?” He traces the line of my jaw with his fingertips, his eyes warming. “I still owe you a hundred million heartbeats.”

Well, suck my left tit, you bitch. Too fucking bad.

LOL.

“Give it up, Ayla. He could be bleeding out all over again, and he still wouldn’t let you go. In case you haven’t noticed, he can be a little fucking stubborn.”

“How’s your back? Am I hurting you?” Marcus smiles, releasing his hold on me with one arm to reach up and run his fingers through my hair. “Never, angel. You couldn’t fucking hurt me if you tried. Not as long as you let me hold you like this.”

“Angel.” Marcus’s fingers release my hair, trailing down the side of my cheek as he watches my face carefully. “Do you care about them?”

the corners of his lips. “Show me.” I blink at him, my eyebrows shooting up. “What?” His smile widens a little, and now I see something else in his expression. Something almost like a challenge. “Show me, angel.” He brushes his thumb over my bottom lip, then slips the thick digit into my mouth. Unconsciously, my tongue darts forward to taste it, and he makes a noise low in his throat as my lips close around his thumb. His gaze flicks up to meet mine, loaded with more emotions than I can identify. “Show me how you feel about my brothers,” he repeats quietly. “Because I already know how they feel about you.”

And right now, kissing Ryland like my life depends on it while Marcus and Theo make low, appreciative sounds as they watch us? It feels like the most normal thing there is. It feels like everything I’ll ever fucking need.

Fuck. How can I want all three of these men so much at the same damn time?

“Fuck, Rose,” Theo grunts into my mouth. “You’re getting me wet. I can fucking feel you soaking through my pants.”

I can hear the sounds of Marcus and Ryland stroking themselves behind me, but I don’t turn around to look, as tempting as it is.

“Fucking hell, angel.” Marcus’s voice is rough as sandpaper. “I’ve never seen anything as perfect as this. Touch yourself.”

“I’m not gonna last long, Rose,” he murmurs into my ear, pressing a sloppy kiss to my hair and the side of my face. “I can’t. You feel too fucking good, and I’ve wanted this for too fucking long. I’ll fuck you slow next time, but right now, I just need to come inside you. I need to feel you take my cum. I need to make you mine.”

“See what you did to them, Rose?” Theo chuckles again, a rough, warm sound. “It’s the same thing you do to me. We’re fucking gone for you, sweetheart. We’re wrecked.”

“Goddamn, angel.” Marcus lets out a breath, reaching over to the small table set beside his chair and grabbing a few tissues. He wipes himself off, then tosses the box to Ryland before tucking himself away. “You’re gonna fucking kill me one of these days. But it’ll be so damn worth it.”

“Rose, I don’t know how the hell the three of us got lucky enough to have you in our lives. But I think we’re all—finally—agreed on the fact that this is exactly where you fucking belong.”

“And you’re more than good luck, Ayla. You’re my fucking guardian angel, and you always will be.”

“If you don’t want me to fuck your future husband in a laundry room, maybe try marrying someone who actually loves you.”

DAMNNNN GURLLLL.

“I’ll never want anyone but you, Rose,” he whispers. “I’ll worship you. I’ll protect you. And I’ll kill anyone who tries to hurt you.”

His palm is turned up, and as I glance at our joined hands, I notice the dark ink of a tattoo just barely visible beneath the edge of his sleeve. It’s a snake’s head.

“Luca is the Viper. He’s been playing you all this whole time.”

AHHHHH OMG.