Daddies Brat

Tomas

“I can’t quite dance with all of you at the same time.”

Maksym begins to sway them both to find the rhythm. The sides of her dress flash a hint of skin teasing my cock with all that deliciousness. I purposefully try to make myself appear smaller. I turn to the side and lean down a little so she doesn’t feel so crowded.

I’ve never felt so lost over someone as I do the beauty in front of me. I know Maksym and Stefan feel the draw, the connection. The pain in her eyes calls to us or some shit like that. Hell, I’m not some romancing Casanova. I just know what I want and I go for it.

Where the hell does poetry come into play in that?

Knowing what I want, which was remaining among the living and doing what it took to stay that way, kept me breathing long after an enemy’s bullet should have ended my reign a long time ago.

Before her, I thought I knew what I wanted out of life.

The second her pink-tipped fingers touched mine, my soul nearly fused with hers right then and there on some primal level. Maybe it did because for the life of me I can’t seem to break away from her.

I lower my voice and lean forward. “Who says you can’t dance with three men? I think we’ve shared enough for you to know we work well as a team.”

Pink creeps into her creamy cheeks and I bite back a smile worthy of the devil himself.

Glittery, mischievous eyes lock with mine. She wants to play, but something is holding her back from me. From us.

For the love of all things unexplainable in this world, I have no words for the way a simple touch from her makes me want to rip the world apart and kill every last fucking monster in it to ensure her safety.

I can’t wait to have my aching cock fill her tight pussy. See her face light up with the delight we give her and her tiny, curvy body writhe between us in our bed.

It will be the fucking end of me. I know it.

What the hell has gotten into me? Fawning over a woman has never been my style. Or ours for that matter. Sharing women isn’t something new to us, but India is different. Sharing her comes with a new meaning and change to our lives we are all ready for.

Maksym gives me a quick, hard look over the top of her head and that’s my cue.

I link my fingers with hers and lead us to the middle of the dance floor just in time to catch a waltz that gives me the liberty to pull her flush against my hard body with no questions asked by the gawkers.

With every bit of self-control, I have in my body I keep from throwing her over my shoulder, and signal to my brothers to find the nearest exit.

Her body trembles in my hold and I’m pissed she doesn’t feel comfortable in her own home. How much does she know of the threats on her life that have kept her old man awake at night as she works away on that code of hers? Not nearly as much as we do, I wager.

And what is it about the damn thing that is worth all the trouble?

“Are you ready?” I ask, fusing my tone with the love I feel for her.

Lips between her teeth, she raises her face up to mine. I splay my hand on her bare back until my palm is flat against her skin.

Her eyes go wide and her body stiffens against me. “Tomas, I’m scared.”

Christ. Her fear shines so brightly in her soft blue eyes I’m instantly possessed with the urge to slay every dragon. Primal instinct to protect her at all costs roars through my veins. I grapple with the knowledge we forcibly need to stay long enough for the journalists present to snap pictures for their columns. And for the guests to take notice. Everyone will know India falls under our protection now and forever after tonight. We are no longer her filthy secret she can shove into a closet.

I have the sudden urge to kiss her and do so to the sound of a few gasps and whispers. She is hesitant at first and I have to remember she’s been placed in a position this evening she didn’t ask for. So I let her take the lead on where this goes from here which goes against my default programming. Her tongue swipes across my lip and I tease her back to the sweet sound of a tiny moan. When I break away her eyes immediately sweep away from mine to flit over the crowd before coming back.

“Tomas, what are we doing?”

Fair enough question, but it’s easier to focus on one worry at a time. “India, look at me.” She does and the power of her gaze rocks my fucking world. “You never have to fear anyone or anything when you are with my brothers or with me. I need you to repeat that for me.”

“I like the way your voice grows husky with your accent when you think it’s just you and me.”

A curious thing to say. “What do you mean?”

I begin to sway us to the draw of the violins and she follows my movements.

Her eyebrows arch upward. “You have no idea, do you? Your voice takes on this sultry tone. Unconsciously or not. And your accent thickens. The way you curl your Rs. It’s sexy.” She shrugs slightly as if shy about her observations.

Her body relaxes in my hold and I take that as my cue. “Dance with me.”

I expertly lead us through the other dancers who slowly join us on the dance floor.

The crowd fades to the sides as I lead India around the floor in fluid combinations of soft turns and dips. All eyes are on us and I can feel her tiny body tense up in my arms again.

I let my attention hone in on her while my brothers guard our backs.

“Eyes on me,” I soothe. “Pay them no mind. You’re with me and that’s all that matters right now. The men are jealous of me for having such a treasure.”

She raises her chin. “And the women? What about them?”

I love how the little tease to her tone makes my cock throb with need. She sticks out her tongue to wet her plump bottom lip and the small movement draws my eyes. Her lips are shaded with a deep red that matches her dress perfectly. It must be top of the line because, despite the kissing, the color has not smeared nor transferred.

She smiles, luring me deeper under her hypnotic spell.

Slowly she relaxes in my arms and I can feel her hips sway against my hardening cock.

I try to shove that line of thinking out of my mind with the last bits of reasoning I have, but it’s nearly impossible when her naked thigh is brushing against me.

I know the second she feels my reaction to her body from her tiny gasp. I am not imagining the way she moves a little closer and shimmies her hips with a little more swagger. I bet my life no one has seen a hot waltz like the show we are putting on.

“I had no idea you could waltz.”

“Why? Because I am a criminal?”

She cranks an eyebrow up and extends a leg through the slit of her dress when I dip her back. We fall into step in the next second and she picks up our conversation as if there was no pause.ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

“Nice try, Tomas. But no. I don’t judge you on your choice of business practices or even roots but on your size. Let’s just say you have a gracefulness about you that is not evident at every moment.”

The straps crossing her back easily move aside when I slip my hand beneath and let her feel the possessiveness of my touch. “You mean outside of bed, of course.”

She laughs softly. A sound I’ve wanted to hear all night. “Naturally.”

To pull us back on topic and away from my dick for a moment, I lean in and place my lips on the shell of her ear and whisper, “All these women wish they could be you. It’s in their eyes.” I cast my gaze over the onlookers.

“Arrogant much.”

“It’s true. They’d love to have a man look at them the way I am right now with you.”

Her step falters a fraction and I cover it up with a dip that makes her breasts tease the restraint of her tight bodice.

Her breath comes out sharp. I guess she isn’t expecting me to be so straightforward.

Heat sparks in her eyes as we fall back into a seamless movement to the sound of the melody. “I appreciate your candor. I guess.”

“I find it cuts through all the hemming and hawing and gets to the truth of everything quicker. I hate wasting time.”

The flash of thigh and the obvious missing telltale sign of a panty line does not escape my attention as I dip her and the red material parts a fraction.