Two Hitmen: A Double Bad Boy Mafia Romance (Lawless Book 1) by Alice May Ball

enough that I felt the bulge in the front of his pants. Tight, hard and hot. Pressed against my skirt. Against the soft cheeks of my ass. He leaned down and said, “You could be a witness, Mrs Cullen,” into my ear. My skirt rode up. Tightened around my hips.

    Now very close in front of me, Declan said, “We can’t leave a witness.” I was trapped in between them.

    Liam’s breath was hot as he leaned down into in my hair. “We don’t,” he said, “Ever.”

    The scents of the two men filled my head. An insistent throb in my wet panties made me squirm. My hips tilted and rocked back and forth. The two men pressed nearer. Squeezed me between them.

    My voice was scratchy. “No need.” I said.

    “How so?” Declan’s voice sparkled with amusement

    “Don’t leave me,” I reached my hand up to press on Declan’s chest. The hard thrum of his heart weakened my knees as I said, “Take me. Take me with you, I mean.”

    “Is that what you mean?” Declan had that sarcastic smirk when he looked past me at his partner, “Do you think that’s what Mrs Cullen meant, Liam?”

    With Liam pressed even tighter up behind me, it was getting hard to breathe. “No,” he said “I don’t think that’s what she meant. Not at first when she said it.”

    Declan was so near now that my breasts squashed against the crisp linen of his shirt. His dark, sweet scent excited my nose. My nipples were hard and sore and they scratched against the inside of my bra.

    His hand went to my throat and I gasped. His other hand was on my thigh. I peered for his eyes through the dark shades. His bulge throbbed hard against my stomach. I bit my lip.

    He lifted my face towards him, with his fingers around the back of my neck and his thumb pressed up at the point of my chin. My lips parted and my tongue moistened them.  

    I rose on my feet. My breath was clogged in my throat. From behind, Liam began to lift my skirt.

    The sound of a chainsaw echoed from the woods. I always hated the buzzing rattle.

    Declan pulled me nearer. The ridge in the front of his pants pressed and rubbed against my blouse. My knees shook and wanted to give way. Liam held my sides, stroked down to my waist, then he cupped the cheeks of my ass and squeezed. A sigh squeaked out of my throat.

    The two hard men had me where they wanted me. Where they could do whatever they wanted with me. I could be made to do anything, anything at all. Pressed between them, I was loose and light-headed.

    Thoughts jumbled. Images of what could happen. What I wanted to happen. I had been held so long under Hollis’ hand, kept under the rod, that the sense of freedom set my imagination wild, like a caged animal seeing an open door.  

    Caught between the two ruthless, powerful criminals, there was very little I could do to protect or defend myself. They could take whatever they wanted. For me, I would have no choice but to submit to their wants, to whatever awful desires they might have.

    For all the time that I’d been married, I hadn’t wanted a man. Not really wanted one, not once. Now I wanted two men, and I wanted them more than anything.

    Declan’s voice rumbled and I felt the vibration through his hard abs. It tingled against my chest and made my trapped breath rise. He said, “We could, you know, Liam. Take her to a Hilton.”

    As Liam spoke and I felt the resonance through the cheeks of my ass, I could hardly even focus on what he said. “How do you think this lovely little housewife, this respectable lady member of the community would take to having our depraved and base desires forced upon her?” I was so wet that my scent invaded the air, “Could she endure being used like a whore?”

    My panties were drenched and spilling out to the tops of my thighs. A gasp dragged itself up my throat.

    “By the both of us, Liam, the two of us at the same time. Could she take the ridges of your pulsing girth into her wet throat while my meat stretched her hot pussy