Her Three Protectors [The Hot Millionaires #3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Zara Chase

the grave. She was free of him, and once she got rid of the people trying to chase her down, she’d be able to do whatever she damn well pleased. She was probably a wealthy woman, at least on paper, but she wouldn’t take a penny of Sal’s illicitly obtained funds. If she came out of this thing alive, she’d give it all to charity and start again with a clean sheet.
    “Come on.” Beck took her arm. “Let’s go get comfortable, and you can tell us your life story.”
    Porcha accepted another glass of wine and curled her feet beneath her in a swivel chair. The three guys sat opposite her, all in a line on a large couch, rather as though they’d agreed without the need for any words not to touch her until they were sure she was comfortable with it. Adam succinctly brought Beck up to speed on what she’d so far told them. He, too, expressed his surprise at the news of Georgio’s wife.
    “He didn’t tell me about any of you, either,” she said. “Georgio only doles out information on a need-to-know basis.”
    “So, you met Sal at the club you worked at,” Troy prompted.
    “Yes, he swept me off my feet, to be honest. He was charming, well connected, and a perfect gentleman. He showered me with gifts, took me on his gin palace of a yacht, flew me to Rio in a private jet.” She lifted her shoulders. “It was a first-class ride every step of the way. What girl wouldn’t be impressed?”
    “Did you know what he was?” Adam asked.
    “Not at first, but his permanent protection squad told he was no Boy Scout. That and the fact that everyone treated him with grovelling respect. Georgio went crazy when I told him I was seeing Sal. He put me straight on his profession and told me to back off.”
    “And did you?” Troy asked.
    “I tried to, which was when I discovered that no one walks away from Sal Gonzalez unless he’s ready to let them go. He besieged me, launched an out-and-out charm campaign, introduced me to all sorts of legitimate business contacts and promised me he would get out of the drugs business permanently if that’s what it would take to keep me. In the end, he convinced me he was a reformed character.”
    “Leopards don’t change their spots,” Beck said, unusually sombrely for him.
    “No, obviously not.” She groaned at her own naïveté. “But perhaps I wanted to believe it was possible because I was a little in love with him.” She shrugged. “Who knows? He told me about his childhood. He came from an impoverished background, and all the kids, according to him, got involved in drugs in some way. He came up through the ranks, had natural leadership qualities, and it went from there.”
    “That part’s probably true,” Troy said.
    “You’re not Mexican?”
    “No, I come from Argentina originally, but I know life can be as tough in Mexico as it was in South America.”
    “I’d been having a tough time supporting myself,” Porcha said, feeling the need to continue justifying her decision to marry a man like Sal, “and it was nice to have someone I kind of trusted to make decisions for me. Anyway, I eventually agreed to live with him, which is when the fun and games started.”
    Adam frowned. “You didn’t know he was a dom?”
    “Call me sheltered, but I didn’t even know what a dom was. What I did know, once he had me behind the walls of his fortress in Mexico, was that there was no going back, so I made the best of it. He trained me for weeks before he laid a finger on me, which drove me insane.” The guys shared a glance. “I like hard physical sex, and I wasn’t getting it, you see.”
    “He had you pegged,” Beck said, curling his upper lip. “Knew exactly how to turn you into what he wanted you to be.”
    “He taught me to assume a subservient position whenever he walked into a room alone. In the end, it became second nature, even when we had company. He regularly spanked me and taught me to wait for the pain to transmute to pleasure. He introduced me to all his