Page 38 of Ice Cold Hearts

“Fuck, Emily, you’re even more beautiful when you come.” Then to Ian, “Make her do it again.”

By the time Ian and Oliver have made me come enough to satisfy Alexei, I am an incoherent mess.

“I think I’ve forgotten how to breathe,” I gasp. “But none of you… I didn’t…”

Alexei snickers. “It’s cute that you think we’re done. We’re going to fuck you until you’re filled with our cum, Kitten.”

The low tone of his voice pushes me right up to the edge again. My core throbs with the desire to have them inside me. I pull Oliver’s mouth to mine, pouring all my desperation into our kiss.

“Take our pet upstairs,” he orders them.

I push away from Oliver to stand on my own, but Alexei holds up a hand and I freeze immediately.

If that man ordered me to jump off a cliff, I think I’d actually do it.

Instead of being frightened of the hold he has over me, I feel relief. I haven’t known him long, but I know with one hundred percent certainty that he would rather cut off his own fingers than do something to hurt me.

Alexei stares hard at Ian and Oliver. “If one of her toes so much as brushes the floor on the way there, you will be locked out of the bedroom and the only dick she gets tonight is mine. On second thought…” He smirks. “Let her walk there. I’m feeling selfish tonight.”

“The hell we will,” Oliver says, scooping me up in his strong arms and racing upstairs to what I assume is a bedroom.

13

EMILY

It had been a while since I’d seen any man’s bedroom outside of a T.V. show, so I’m not sure what I was expecting to see when Oliver opened the door for us, but it wasn’t this.

The room is a deep pine green. Floor to ceiling windows with gauzy curtains flank a bed so large it had to have been custom made. The carpet is cream like the drapes, and though Oliver still hasn’t put me down, I can tell it’s softer than cashmere. I crane my neck to take it all in. The lights naturally mimic the sun at dusk, giving the room a hazy glow. Erotic art is strategically placed all across the walls. It’s tasteful, dynamic, and clear that the subjects of the paintings and photos are thoroughly enjoying themselves. Ropes, blindfolds, and a few other toys hang on hooks from the walls, and I’m certain the wardrobe on the other side of the room is filled with similar items. There are two other doors in the room, so I assume one is a bathroom and the other is a closet of some sort.

There’s only one word for it. “Wow.”

“Do you like it?” Ian asks.

“Yes.” I smile. “It’s one of the most beautiful rooms I’ve ever seen.”

Oliver drops me onto the plush mattress, and I hum with delight. It’s the perfect balance between soft and firm.

“We hired one of the best designers in the business for this room,” he says as they join me on the bed. “I’m glad you like it.”

I tilt my head to the side, confused. “What happens when only one of you has, uh, company? You don’t all sleep here, do you?”

“Hell no.” Oliver laughs. “This room is just for play.”

Jealousy prickles inside me. “I see. And do you play with a lot of people?”

“One date and you’re already getting possessive?” he teases. “We must be good in bed.”

I glare daggers at him.

“It used to be significantly more when I partied a lot, but we toned it down a lot after Alexei’s parents died. You’re the only one who’s been here in a while. For any of us, I mean.”

My heart breaks a little for Alexei.

“What happened?” I ask.

“Drunk driver,” Ian responds, “But anything more than that is his story to tell you.”

I nod respectfully.