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  Matt’s expression turned solemn. “How much do you owe, Miss Vincent?”

  “It’s nothing, sir.”

  “I’m serious.”

  “No, sir. I’m sorry, but it’s really none of your business.”

  “What if I lend you that money?”

  “Then I’ll owe you money. Where’s it going to end, sir?”

  A smile hovered at the corner of his lips. “What if I just give you the money, and we call it even?”

  Her eyes widened. “Y-you mean like charity?” Her internal alarm blared loudly. If Matt gave her freebies, she wouldn’t have any reason to stay with the Martels, which meant she wouldn’t be able to obtain the secret formula. Crap. Anna thought hard. “Nobody gives away free money, sir. There must be a catch.”

  “Sometimes we do help people in need, Miss Vincent. Any kind of help.” He paused. “No strings attached. And all you need to do is just ask.”

  “I…”

  “Well?”

  Nervousness seized her gut-deep. She couldn’t think of any other reason to lie to him. People didn’t just refuse free money nowadays. Think, Anna, think. She opened her mouth and blabbed the first thing that crossed her mind. “I’m actually curious if you’re as big as your brother, sir.”

  Matt burst out laughing.

  Anna clapped her hand over her mouth, mortified. What the hell did just I say? “I’m sorry, sir. I didn’t mean…”

  “Save it, Miss Vincent. I get it.” He was still laughing as he climbed out of the car.

  Anna slumped in her seat. That was close.

  “Miss Vincent.”

  “Yes, sir.” She got out of the car.

  Matt gestured her to follow. His eyes twinkled naughtily. “I guess you will find out soon, won’t you?”

  * * * *

  She had spunk; Matt had to credit her with that. When he noted her hesitation in the car, he saw an opportunity to bait her about her involvement with Beautycor and he jumped on it. Like he’d predicted, she tried shying away from the money offer.

  She might be a bad liar, but her naïveté was certainly amusing. He decided to give her a break for now. When Anna was able to trust him and his brothers, she would come around for help. She couldn’t possibly carry her burden forever. The syndicate that was blackmailing her and her father wouldn’t ever let them free even if she were able to obtain the Martels’ trade secret.

  Matt knew too well the way most mobsters operated. He’d worked as a bouncer in a club run by a mafia family in his early days on the surface world. He’d seen everything. Once you were in, you could never get out. He bet Anna didn’t know that.

  They entered the house from the kitchen. Matt threw his keys on the counter and grabbed a bottle of mineral water from the fridge. He took a long swig from it while watching Anna admire his house.

  “It’s so big. How many bedrooms do you have here?” she asked.

  “Nine.”

  “And you live here alone?”

  “As you can see. Just put your bag on the counter, and I’ll show you my bedroom.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Are you hungry? Do you want coffee or something?”

  “N-no, sir. I’m still full from dinner.”

  Matt had taken her out for dinner earlier; then they’d gone to an optometrist to pick up her contact lenses. She’d been quiet all evening. He wished she would open up a bit. “You barely ate anything.”

  “To be honest, I wasn’t that hungry, sir.”

  She was nervous, he could tell. Was it the prospect of spending the night with him that scared her? He hoped not. Matt looked forward to getting to know her intimately. Her heady scent had made his blood boil ever since he first saw her. Especially when Justin had sampled her liquid lust. He wanted to taste her as well.

  “Do you know why we wanted our own plaything?”

  The look on her face accused him and his brothers of being nothing but perverts. Matt restrained an urge to grin.

  “No, sir,” Anna managed diplomatically.

  “We’re tired of our girlfriends.”

  “How so, sir?”

  “Each time we date a girl, her best friends, her mother, her aunts, and everybody she’s ever associated with want to get into our life. After a while, they’re like pests. My brothers and I are private people, Miss Vincent. We’re tired of our daily life being constantly exposed in the social media.”

  “I understand your concerns, sir.”

  “Do you?” Matt opened up his bedroom door and turned on the light. Anna’s face coloured when she saw his bed. It was an ordinary bed, covered in a white sheet and duvet, nothing kinky or suggestive that would make someone blush.

  Anna twisted her knuckles again until they were white. Matt noticed she always did that when she looked anxious.

  “We have needs, Miss Vincent. Can’t live without women, either. That is why we wanted our own plaything. One to accommodate our carnal needs.”

  Anna looked as if she wanted to run when he grabbed her hand and steered her to his bed. He swallowed his amusement.

  Holding her face, he brushed a thumb across her moist lips. Her lush lashes fluttered. She gasped when he kissed her deeply. Goddess, she tasted as sweet as he’d imagined she would. Anna looked dreamy when he broke the kiss.

  “Go take a shower and put your clothes in the hamper. We’ll go shopping for new ones tomorrow morning.”

  “Yes, sir.” Anna looked hesitant. “It’d be a lot easier if you let me go home for some spare clothes, sir.”

  “You’re ours during the contract, Miss Vincent. You’re not permitted to go home.” Matt studied her expression. “Change your mind?”

  “N-no, sir. May I at least call my father to let him know I won’t be home tonight? He doesn’t know I got this job.”

  Her father or the syndicate? “Go ahead.”

  “Thank you, sir.”

  “Attend to me when you’ve finished your shower.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  * * * *

  Anna got out of the shower half an hour later. She donned Matt’s bathrobe and went looking for him as she was told. His bedroom was empty and so was the living room. She roamed the mansion until she found him in the gym.

  Anna looked around. No, not quite a gym. It was more like a dojo. When she was a kid, a friend of hers took her to watch his karate practices. Matt’s dojo looked similar to her friend’s, except for the weapons.

  The walls were lined with all kind of swords and sharp instruments. Dozens of long, short, big and small sharp blades looked as if they could cut someone in half with little effort. The floor felt firm but cushy as was it covered with a straw-mat type of flooring.

  Matt sat in front of the paper-lined doors that opened up to the veranda. He’d prepared a white bedroll, pillows and comforter in the middle of the dojo. Guess this was where she would be sleeping. Funny, from the many bedrooms in this house, why did he want her to sleep surrounded by his killing tools collection?

  “Come.” Matt motioned Anna to join him. “It’s a full moon tonight and I fancy a moon-viewing party.”

  Moon-viewing party? Weird. Was this a rich-people thing? Anna closed the door behind her and padded across the spacious dojo.

  Beside the bedroll, Matt had a large wooden tray filled with earthen cups, flagons, and a plate of sweets. He poured a drink from the flask into the cups and handed one to her.

  Anna settled next to him and accepted the cup. It was filled with warm, rather milky liquid. “What is this?” she asked.

  “Sake.”

  Ah. She’d never had sake before. Anna tried a sip. Not bad. She had a few more sips while she studied him when he wasn’t looking.

  Even though they were triplets, Anna noted the three of them were different in personality. Raphael was the glamorous one. His wild parties with the socialites were legendary. Justin was very business-like. She could picture him sleeping with a calculator in his hand. And Matt, he was mysterious. The syndicate had
nicknamed him ‘the muscle’. If somebody had a grief with the Martels, he would have to go through Matt first.

  Anna thought his nickname should be ‘the warrior’. She could just picture him in a ninja outfit, lurking in the shadow. Mysterious. Dangerous. Deadly. She didn’t know why, but fantasising about him had turned her on.

  Matt had taken a shower too. He’d shed his business suit replacing it with black jogging pants and no shirt. The shower of moonlight that slipped through the open veranda illuminated every inch of his perfect upper body. She couldn’t recall seeing Matt with so little clothes in any magazine before. Like Justin, he’d always dressed conservatively.

  Now that she saw him up close and personal, Matt was a fitter version of Raphael, all muscles and testosterone from his diligent martial art regimens. His deliciousness was complemented by his long black hair that looked so lush and thick, draping his back like a river of black silk. Men weren’t supposed to have hair that gorgeous. Anna itched to run her hand through his silky tresses to see if it felt as soft as it looked.

  Matt caught her spying. “Come here.”

  Her heart skipped a beat. She wondered whether this was when he was going to demand a blowjob from her. She couldn’t help but blush. Damn, why am I looking forward to it? She put down her cup and crawled to him.

  Matt curled one arm around her waist and pulled her into his lap, her back pressing against his chest.

  Okay, no blowjob. But she could feel his growing erection under her thigh. Sweet Jesus Christ. Anna gulped hard.

  “I won’t bite you.”

  She let out a nervous laugh.

  He kissed the shell of her ear and pulled her deeper into his arms. “Relax. What’s a good moon-viewing party for if you can’t appreciate her beauty?”

  Anna tried to relax, but she couldn’t. Especially when Matt slipped his hand under her bathrobe and fondled her breast. She bit her lip. How am I supposed to relax when all he does is make me horny?

  Matt found her nipple and tugged it between his thumb and forefinger, causing morsels of pleasure to burst within her.

  With his free hand, Matt poured himself another cup of sake. He sipped it and offered some to her. Anna took a sip too just to be polite.

  “Beautiful, isn’t she?”

  “It’s just the moon.”

  “Yes, but from here, you can see her so close without any obstruction.”

  “May I ask where you come from, sir?”

  “Azura. Netherworld.”

  Netherworld? Where is that? Europe? France? ‘Cause Martel sounded French. Anna made a mental note to look up Netherworld on the Internet tomorrow. “Do you go home often?”

  “No.” His voice reverberated behind her ear, the sound of it made her skin tingle. “We can’t go home until we’ve found what we’re looking for.”

  “Which is?”

  “Our bride.”

  “You mean brides?”

  He didn’t answer. When Anna threw a look over her shoulder, she saw him grinning. Her heart skipped another beat. Matt looked so irresistibly wicked.

  “Tell me something about you, Anna. How many men have you been with?”

  Anna. He’d called her by her first name. She found it strangely intimate. “Why do you want to know?”

  “Because I do.”

  Anna waited.

  Matt didn’t continue. Instead, he pinched her nipple until a delicious pain shot down to her sex.

  She gasped. “One. When I was in high school.”

  “Just one?”

  “I’m not exactly a pretty girl.”

  “You’re wrong, Anna. So fucking wrong.” He put down his cup and yanked her bathrobe down, exposing her naked body. Her breath froze in her throat when he buried his face in the nape of her neck. He inhaled deeply as his fingers tightened around her breasts.

  Anna shivered. Why was he treating her like this? She was his fuck doll. He and his brothers’ personal plaything. So why was Matt treating her as if she was his lover, one he adored and couldn’t live without?

  “Turn around,” he ordered. His voice was hoarse.

  She did what he asked. Her pulse raced as she settled on his lap, feeling his hard erection press against her pussy.

  Matt watched her with an unmistakable hunger. “Kiss me.”

  Anna lowered her head and brushed her lips against his. He purred. She kissed him gently, tasting the bittersweet flavour of sake on his lips. Matt put a hand on the back of her head and kissed her back impatiently. She moaned as he prised open her mouth with his tongue.

  Anna melted in his arms. Matt kissed like Raphael. Hard. Demanding. It wiped her mind blank. Her lungs almost burst from her chest when he finally gave her a chance to catch a breath.

  “So sweet,” he rasped. “Cup your breasts.”

  Anna mumbled incoherently. She placed both hands on her breasts, wondering what he had in mind.

  “Press them together. Like this.” Matt pushed her hands until a deep cleavage formed between her breasts. He grabbed the sake flask and poured the liquid over the crevice. Warm sake caressed her skin. With a strained sigh, Matt drank from her cleavage until he drained the sake pool. Then he licked her. Nipped. Laving the remnant of aromatic elixir that briefly washed her naked skin.

  Her body quivered with anticipation as Matt poured more sake on her. She hadn’t expected being used as a human cup could be so incredibly erotic. She was mesmerised with the way Matt enjoyed himself. His deep, green eyes fixed on hers as he slurped every drop of the warm brew from her body. He said the sake wouldn’t give her a hangover even if she drank too much. But Anna felt drunk just by watching him indulge his fondness for sake like this.

  Matt put down the flask and grabbed both her wrists. He pulled her hands down, baring her breasts for him to see. “I love your nipples. They’re pretty and pink. Like candy.”

  His tongue flicked out and lashed against one of her nipples. Anna jerked. Red-hot pleasure whipped her from the beaded peak. His mouth enclosed her breast, sucking her pretty, pink candy like a man who truly enjoyed his sweet tooth addiction.

  Her mouth snarled open from the sensation. She grabbed his shoulders and her head snapped backward until she could see the full moon hanging upside down. Her spine kinked in pleasure. God.

  She writhed. The sensation. Anna couldn’t believe how good he made her feel. All the bones in her body felt like they were melting, leaving her nothing but a glob of quivering mess. Matt released her nipple with a loud pop and hunted her unmolested one. Anna bit her lip, squelching an urge to scream. A new kind of ecstasy swept her off the path, shocking her to discover that kind of pleasure existed.

  Matt grunted and lifted her from his lap. A heartbeat later, she found herself flattened on her back in the middle of the bedroll with him kneeling over the top of her. His long hair curtained her surroundings like a waterfall of midnight silk.

  Anna just had to touch it. It felt as soft as it looked.

  Matt seized her hand and brought it to his mouth. He sucked two of her fingers passionately.

  She whimpered and her pussy clenched from the impact and moistened. She didn’t know why but everything he did made her horny. She didn’t recognise herself anymore. She’d never been this wanton until she met the Martels.

  He gave her a long suck and released her fingers. “Your scent.” He hissed through his teeth. “So intoxicating.” He yanked her bathrobe belt off, pulling away the remaining fabric that covered her body. The cool, night breeze from the veranda caressed her bare skin. Despite that, Anna was burning.

  Matt splayed her thighs wide until her pussy was bared open for him to see. He stroked her trimmed pubic hair and rubbed her wet seam. He found her entrance and let out a pleased sound when he found her wet. He slid a finger into her cunt.

  “Mr. Martel!”

  “Shh.” His eyebrows furrowed. “You’re tight. You sure you’re not a virgin?”

  “N-no.”

  “Hmm.” He slid in a second
finger and fucked her until a maddening urge to come frustrated her. Matt’s fingers were longer than hers so he was able to reach the secret spot she couldn’t.

  “Mr. Martel!” Anna tried to stop him from masturbating her. She was afraid she would make another mess like she did on Justin’s desk. It was embarrassing.

  Matt snatched her hand away, giving her a warning look. “Shh. I want to see you come.”

  “But…”

  “Come for me.”

  She writhed in desperation, trying to stave off the overwhelming urge. But when Matt curled his fingers upward and rubbed the special spot under her pubic bone, a galvanic orgasm hit her like a tornado. Anna whipped her head backwards. Her pussy squeezed his fingers in the height of her pleasure. Her juice flooded his hand.

  “God, Anna. So luscious.” Matt continued stroking her until the waves of her climax gradually dissipated.

  “Please.” Anna begged him to stop. “I can’t…”

  Matt finally stopped. With a feral growl, he seized her face and suffocated her with another greedy kiss. He felt her all over. Kissed and groped. Licked and nipped, tasting every inch of her skin he could get his hands onto. Her breasts. Her belly. Her thigh. And when Matt draped her legs over his shoulders and buried his face in her pussy, Anna just had to scream.

  She clawed the bedroll, writhing, panting as the last strand of her sanity dangled like spider’s silk. Matt kissed her pussy the way he kissed her mouth. Rough. Demanding. His tongue was everywhere. Flicking. Twirling on her slippery flesh like a prima ballerina performing fouetté en tournant. Anna gripped the sheet, wide-eyed. The ceiling of his dojo started to spin when he tasted the inside of her sex. Kaleidoscopes of pleasure danced before her eyes before another turbulent climax swept through her without mercy.

  This time, she thought she was dying. The world faded from her view. The air thinned. Her ears rang and her breath cut from her lungs. Her body quaked into the shivering mess he’d turned her mind into. When she was able to recollect herself whole, she found Matt had disrobed his pants and kicked them off his ankles. He stroked his cock.

  God, he looked just like Raphael. Long, thick and mouth-watering. Anna unconsciously swallowed her saliva. “Do you want me…?” Her cheeks burned as she couldn’t force the rest of her sentence out.