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  She threw her head back, her eyes closed as he pounded inside her. When she dragged her fingernails along his shoulders, scratching the skin in a way that burned, he moved faster, harder.

  I almost lost her.

  Leila cried out, coming quickly. Her pussy clenched down tight, but he didn’t stop. Couldn’t stop.

  “Di piu!” he demanded. “More.”

  Leila opened her eyes as her first orgasm waned. Then she leaned forward and bit his shoulder, sank her teeth in deep.

  He growled, adjusted his grip, and pounded harder.

  I almost lost her.

  Leila came again, this time with a scream. He was vaguely aware of their surroundings, briefly concerned someone might hear and investigate. Then he realized there was no mistaking that sound for one of fear.

  “Kovemmin!” she demanded. “Harder. I need you…harder!”

  Antonio gave her what she wanted, aware he was too close. Half a dozen rough thrusts more and he was there, coming loudly, her name on his lips, half yell, half prayer.

  “Leila! Sweet Leila. Ti amo.”

  I can’t lose her. I love her.

  Neither of them moved for several moments, but eventually, the burning in his arms and back forced him to release her.

  Her legs dropped heavily, the wall still supporting her limp form.

  He’d never taken a woman with that much force. That much passion.

  “Leila,” he murmured, suddenly concerned he’d hurt her.

  She ran her hand over his chest, drawing his attention to the fact that he was still dressed, his pants hanging open, but everything else remaining in place.

  Then he remembered something…someone else.

  Antonio looked over his shoulder.

  Karl was behind him, but off to the side, perched on the edge of a chair in the perfect position to watch everything he and Leila had just done. His pants were open as well and Karl was stroking his erection. Their lover was a voyeur, turned on by the mere act of watching.

  Leila’s soft intake of breath told Antonio she’d spotted their lover as well.

  “Karl…” Antonio started.

  Karl shook his head, clearly not in the mood to talk. He tightened his grip on his dick, pumping it harder. His gaze traveled from Antonio to Leila, who smiled.

  “Whose mouth?” she whispered.

  Karl gave her a pained grin that told Antonio he was aching, in need of a good fucking.

  “Both?” There was a slight inflection at the end that made the word a question. Did Karl really think Antonio wouldn’t suck him off after everything they’d done together?

  Antonio moved first, and he enjoyed the way Karl’s eyes widened in surprise when he dropped to his knees before him. Antonio pulled Karl’s hand away, replacing it with his own. He gave Karl several rough strokes before dipping forward and sucking the head of his cock into his mouth.

  Karl gasped, then cursed in Dutch. “Neuk me.”

  Leila drifted closer, taking over Karl’s role of voyeur. “Take him deeper,” she urged with a hungry whisper.

  Karl crooked his finger at Leila, motioning for her to come closer. Reaching for her hip, he drew her even nearer, then stroked her.

  “You’re wet with his come,” Karl observed.

  Leila shivered. They’d discovered her penchant for dirty talk.

  Antonio continued to work his mouth along Karl’s erection, watching as Karl pushed two fingers inside Leila, his thumb toying with her clit.

  Leila placed one hand on Antonio’s shoulder, the other on Karl, seeking support.

  “Your pussy is quivering,” Karl said, though his tone was lighter, more breath than sound. Antonio’s blow job was getting to him. “Still sensitive. Did you like how hard he fucked you?”

  Leila whimpered and nodded, speech appearing beyond her capability.

  “You’re so beau—God,” Karl murmured when the head of his cock brushed the back of Antonio’s throat. “You’re killing me, Antonio.”

  This was the first time Antonio had ever sucked another man’s dick. At some point, he would confess that to his lover, let Karl know how much he was desired, needed. Karl’s free hand had rested on his own knee, but now he moved it to Antonio’s hair, fisting as much as he could, using it to hold Antonio close.

  “Turn around, Leila,” Karl commanded. For a mild-mannered professor, it was seriously sexy when he pulled out the big bad Dom.

  His fingers slid free of her body and she turned her back to them.

  Karl continued directing her, the deep, rich timbre of his voice driving her. “Bend over, spread your legs apart. Show me your ass.”

  A soft whimper escaped her lips as she moved into position. Antonio turned his head as much as he could, not wanting to miss whatever Karl had planned.

  “Paska!” She jerked when Karl used the arousal and come on his fingers to press one into her ass. Karl wasn’t deterred by her curse, wasn’t about to give up what he wanted.

  “I’m going to fuck your ass,” he murmured, thrusting that lone finger in and out, until Leila’s body adjusted, her arousal matching Karl’s. She began to push against his hand, trying to draw him deeper.

  Antonio’s mouth was full of Karl’s dick, and he hummed as it thickened even more as he finger-fucked Leila’s ass. They continued that way for only a minute more before Karl used the hand in Antonio’s hair to pull him away. He withdrew his finger from Leila’s ass as well.

  Antonio and Leila both tried to regain what they’d just lost, but Karl stood, forcing them both to retreat a bit. Antonio was gratified to notice Karl wasn’t completely steady on his feet. He had been afraid he was the only one completely overwhelmed, light-headed from the lack of blood making it to his head. His dick was rock-hard again despite the fact he’d come just ten minutes earlier.

  “We need a bed,” Karl said as he helped Leila stand.

  Antonio was more than ready for what came next.

  Leila was obviously just as anxious. She climbed onto the bed, flipped to her back, holding herself up with her elbows in a way that thrust her breasts out. Her smile was seduction incarnate. “Hurry.”

  Antonio rummaged through the bedside drawer, then grinned as he pulled out a tube of lubrication.

  “Thank God,” Karl murmured when he saw it, walking around the bed to peer into the open drawer. “This house is clearly set up for a trinity—big bed, drawer full of accessories.”

  “Ooo,” Leila said, crawling across the bed to look as well.

  A pair of handcuffs lay at the top of other various sex toys—nipple clamps, ben-wa balls, anal beads still in the package.

  Antonio noticed her expression dimmed at the sight of the cuffs.

  “We will never use those,” he said quickly. Memories of the torture she’d suffered at Ciril’s hands had no place here.

  “I used to like bondage,” she admitted. “But I don’t know if…”

  “Never,” Karl repeated. “Never.” He pressed her back down onto the bed, caging her beneath him.

  Antonio took the time to undress as he watched his lovers kiss.

  Once he was naked, he knelt on the bed, drawing their attention to him. Leila’s eyes widened with delight when she saw his erection.

  “Damn Italians,” Karl murmured. “Impressive recovery time.”

  Antonio chuckled, taking Karl’s place as he rose and undressed as well.

  Once Karl was naked, Antonio gripped Leila’s hip, flipping their positions so that he was underneath her.

  She straddled him, his thick erection in her hands.

  Leila stroked him half a dozen times, driving him to madness. Staying power had never been a problem for him. Until them.

  “It’s time, il mio amore. Take me inside you.”

  Leila lifted up, guiding the head of his dick to her wet pussy. She sank down slowly, both of them groaning. “God,” she murmured. “Too much.”

  She was clearly still sensitive from their previous fucking. He’d taken her ha
rd as the impact of what could have happened to her reverberated in his head…and his heart. Losing her would have killed him.

  Then he considered the future…that inevitable loss.

  He wasn’t sure what he’d revealed, but she leaned forward, kissing him on the jaw, as she whispered, “We won’t go down without a fight.”

  She started to sit back up, but he stopped her, gripping the back of her head. “Stay there.”

  The bed shifted as Karl joined them, kneeling behind Leila.

  “The two of you are beautiful together,” Karl murmured. “Watching you has become my favorite turn-on.”

  “So long as the watching turns to playing, I’m good with that,” Antonio said.

  Karl gave him a wink and a grin. The only time he saw Karl without his glasses was when they were in bed together. He was an attractive man with or without them, and Antonio couldn’t decide if he preferred the sexy, hair-tousled-lover look over the clean-cut intellectual. Then decided it didn’t matter what he looked like; it was who Karl was that attracted him so much.

  “This might be cold,” Karl said, squeezing lube onto his finger, touching Leila’s ass with it.

  She shivered, but Antonio was certain the response wasn’t based on chills. She wanted this.

  “Leila—” Antonio started.

  She cut him off. “No. I’ve never been with two lovers at the same time. Anal play, yes, but this…this is new.”

  His fingers still rested on the back of her head, so he closed his fist around her soft blonde tresses, pulling until he could see her face. Her pussy clenched. She liked having her hair pulled.

  “Are you—”

  “So sure,” she responded, once again answering before he formed the question. She looked over her shoulder at Karl. “Don’t you dare stop.”

  Karl ran his hand over her bare ass. “I wasn’t about to. I can’t, Leila. I need…want…”

  Antonio had thought Karl the cooler customer. After all, he’d thrust her against the wall and driven out all the fear and panic in one rough, hard fuck. He’d mistakenly assumed Karl was better at controlling his emotions.

  They were laid bare now. He felt the same overpowering need to take her, claim her, remind himself that she was still here…even if only for tonight.

  Karl worked the lube into her ass. While Antonio couldn’t see what he was doing, he could feel it, could gauge Karl’s progress through Leila’s cries and her body’s responses.

  “How many?” Antonio asked after several minutes of Karl preparing her. He didn’t want to rush this, but he wasn’t made of steel either. He was overwhelmed by the need to thrust, to take her hard. Her pussy was hot and tight, quivering in a way that was slowly driving him out of his mind.

  “Three,” Karl said, his voice tight with need.

  “It’s enough.” Leila’s back arched as Karl pushed three of his fingers deep. “God, please. I need you, Karl. Need you both.”

  Karl’s hand fell away, gripping her hip. Antonio felt it when the head of his dick penetrated her tight back hole.

  Karl muttered a soft, pained curse in Dutch. “So tight. Don’t want to hu—”

  “More,” Leila demanded. “I want all of you.”

  Antonio pulled her hair again, drawing her face up from where it was resting against his chest.

  She moaned, and her pussy clenched tight.

  He pulled her hair again.

  Her response broke the last thread of restraint Karl had been holding on to. His hands tightened on her hips and he thrust to the hilt, the three of them groaning in unison. Antonio could feel Karl’s cock through the thin barrier between them.

  Leila’s forehead dropped to his chest. He pulled her hair again, forcing her to look at him.

  “I want to see your face when we take you.”

  Karl retreated as Antonio moved forward, and within three thrusts, they’d found their rhythm, in and out, deeper, harder, faster.

  Leila came quickly the first time, but neither of them stopped. The first orgasm went directly into the second, and her body trembled as she yelled out their names. “Antonio! Karl!”

  Antonio glanced over her shoulder. There was a slight sheen of sweat covering Karl’s face, his chest, and there was no denying from the pained look on his face that he was close. Very close.

  “I can’t hold back,” Antonio said, taking mercy on his lovers…and himself. His balls were tight, his heart thudding, his vision fuzzy.

  “Thank God,” Karl murmured.

  Leila seemed beyond speech at this point. Especially when she started to come for the third time.

  “Merda,” Antonio cried out as he came.

  Karl was only three heartbeats behind him.

  None of them moved for several moments, the temperature in the room roughly that of the surface of the sun, the only sound their labored breathing.

  Karl broke the bond first, shifting backwards before plopping down with no finesse next to Antonio. Exhaustion was kicking in quickly.

  Leila lay on top of him, still enough that he wondered if she’d fallen asleep there. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her close. He could spend every night for the rest of his life with this sweet woman as his blanket.

  Eventually, she rolled to the opposite side. Karl reached across Antonio’s chest and she met him halfway, Karl’s palm flat against Antonio’s heart, Leila’s atop it.

  If there had ever been a moment where Antonio wished to freeze time, this was it.

  But that wasn’t possible.

  The sand in their hourglass had just run out.

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  There was a hard knock at the door, jerking Karl fully awake. Not that he’d been asleep. It had been nearly dawn before they’d finally been able to collapse back in the bedroom they’d been given. With the Ottoman safe house gone, the admiral of Hungary had offered up several of his private residences in and around the city to serve as emergency accommodations for members of the task force.

  There were also people sleeping in beds on the private floor of the hospital where their wounded were being treated. Leila had been checked out by a triage team—she’d objected, but he and Antonio hadn’t taken no for an answer, and she’d been smart enough not to argue with them.

  Grigoris and a few of his janissaries had commandeered half of the nurses’ station and set it up as the new task force headquarters.

  The task force’s goal was no longer hunting Ciril. It was crisis management. The news stations were already reporting a terrorist attack in Bucharest. If they weren’t careful, the local authorities would round up any likely suspects, and they’d end up paying for crimes they hadn’t committed.

  Knights, security officers, and security staff were also doing sweeps of all Admiralty-owned properties in the city, checking for additional explosives.

  Antonio had joined them in the bed, lying down on Leila’s other side so they were surrounding and protecting her. However, once she’d fallen asleep, he’d gotten up. It looked like he’d been sitting up in a chair, facing the door for hours.

  At the sound of the knock, Antonio rose and picked up his gun from the table. He went to the door, placing his back against the wall beside it.

  “Who are you?” he asked.

  “Sarah, ritter of Germany.” The voice was low and tired.

  Karl slid out of bed and walked over to stand beside Antonio, who put an arm around his bare waist. They’d worked out the desperate need to touch one another when they’d first crawled into bed. The sex had been fast, hard, and yet oh so tender. They’d been gentle with Leila and rough with each other. Antonio’s hand slid across the small of his back, then briefly over his ass. Karl leaned into him, then raised his voice to be heard through the door. He spoke in German.

  “You were wrong yesterday,” Karl said through the door. “About tipping.”

  There was a pause, before she said, “I was right. You said it would tip, and it didn’t.”

  Karl looked at Antonio
and nodded. That was definitely Sarah. He retreated and put on a pair of pants as Antonio opened the door. Leila was sitting up by this point, knees up, blanket tucked across her chest and held in place by her arms.

  Karl sat on the edge of the bed and looked at Sarah as she came in. The German woman looked exhausted, and her eyes were slightly red. Something about her expression made Karl’s stomach sink.

  “Did any of the ritter die?” Karl spoke English so the others would understand. The ritter were the German territory knights.

  “One. She was driving the car that—” Sarah looked away.

  “I’m so sorry,” Leila said.

  Sarah took a moment to compose herself. “That is not why I’m here. You’ve been summoned.”

  “Summoned?” Karl asked. It was an odd, formal term. Maybe she was too tired to think of the right word in English. “Wir sind herbeigerufen worden?” he asked in German. We have been summoned?

  “Ja.”

  There was only one person he could think of who would prompt a knight to use such a formal word.

  Karl looked from Leila to Antonio. Before he could say anything, Sarah confirmed his suspicion.

  “The fleet admiral is here.”

  “Ten minutes,” Antonio said to Sarah.

  She grimaced. “If I were you, I’d be downstairs in five.”

  Leila slid out of bed and padded naked to the en suite bathroom. Antonio closed the door behind Sarah.

  The shower turned on. Leila was already under the stream of steaming-hot water by the time Karl walked in. She ducked her head, wetting her hair, but didn’t wash it. The instant she stepped out, he stepped in, as if they were an old married couple, used to a routine of getting ready together.

  Karl rinsed off too, then called for Antonio. When he appeared in the bathroom, naked, Karl stepped out. Leila had her hair in a towel and was rummaging through the drawers. She found a few unopened toothbrushes. Karl toweled off as he watched her open them, put a dot of toothpaste on each, and then set them in a neat line on the counter.

  Antonio stepped out of the shower. Karl passed him a towel. They stood together at the long vanity, close enough to bump one another, but it didn’t feel crowded. It felt domestic and right.