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  Patrick felt his dick punch the zipper of his pants as his eyes took in her voluptuous form. He had felt the woman approaching the room even before she had opened the door. The moment he had seen her, he had felt himself being drawn to her like a moth to a flame. Gillian was sexy, stunning, sinful, and Patrick wanted to feel every inch of her luscious body against his. He felt guilty for the things he had said to her earlier, but he could not explain the raw emotions he had felt when the American had gently touched his injured hand. Only his mother had ever caressed him that way, as a child. The woman had caused such an uproar in Patrick emotionally that he had run from her when all he really wanted to do was fuck her on the table. He didn't like the feelings Gillian elicited in him, and he would be damned if he let a woman make a fool out of him or his brother, John. What made Patrick even angrier was that he had left Gillian and called a mistress to get the monkey off his back but had called it off before she had even arrived. Maybe if he just slept with Gillian, Patrick could get her out of his system. Tonight, would be his test.

  "You look rather delicious tonight." Patrick smiled as he licked his lips. "I'm surprised Johnny let you out of the house dressed like that. Then again, I'm glad he did. It would be so easy for me to raise your dress up and fuck that pretty pussy."

  "You won't be fucking anything, Patrick, especially after the way you treated me earlier today," Gillian replied coolly, looking directly into his eyes. "I'm no man's whore, and that includes you."

  Patrick dryly laughed as he towered over her. Just because the Irishman could, he knotted her long, ebony hair in his injured hand and jerked her head back. His lips hovered above hers as he huskily said, "You'll be whatever I want you to be, Gillian, and right now, I want your legs wrapped around me."

  Gillian's breath caught in her throat when Patrick's mouth slammed against hers as he roughly pushed her back against the door. Her hands pushed at the Irishman's broad, muscular chest, but he was too strong for her. She felt his hand jerk up her dress as he easily picked her up and wrapped her legs against his waist. The stunning American moaned in ecstasy as Patrick rubbed his erection against her damp pussy and assaulted her mouth with his lips and tongue. Her fingers dug into his hair as his mouth blazed a trail down her neck. She heard him let out an animalistic growl as she bit his ear lobe and pulled it with her teeth before one of her hands slipped down between their bodies to fondle his clothed, engorged cock.

  "Fuck, I need you," Patrick growled in Gaelic so Gillian wouldn't understand. His blood was boiling with lust for this woman. He could feel her wet pussy against his dick and could smell her arousal. He had been with multiple women in the past, but none of them set his soul on fire like Gillian. The woman may be angry at him, but she couldn't hide her desire for him. All he had to do was unzip his pants and slip inside of her. Patrick's cock literally pulsed with that thought. He was so caught up in her that he did not hear his brother walk up behind him.

  "Pat, get a grip on yourself, mate," John whispered from behind him in Gaelic. "There will be plenty of time for that later, I promise."

  The Irishman gritted his teeth before he pushed his clothed dick against Gillian's core once more before capturing her mouth. Why did he seem to have no self-control with the American doctor? Gillian had to be some type of witch, casting a spell over him and John. Releasing her legs, Patrick growled once more before abruptly turning from her to stalk over to the bar and pour himself a drink.

  Gillian tried to regain her composure as she pushed down her dress and pushed back her hair. Casting her emerald eyes down, she felt mortified and could feel all of the men staring a hole through her. So much for standing her ground with Patrick. She could not believe that she had just let the Irishman do that to her in front of strangers!

  John could see Gillian wrestling with her emotions. He lifted her chin and stared into her emerald eyes for a moment. "Are you all right?" he asked in concern. When Gillian nodded her head and looked away, John wrapped his arms around her and said, "Don't be embarrassed, kitten. What happens in this room stays in this room."

  "I need a minute," Gillian said softly as she tried to pull away from John and leave the room. When he wouldn't let go, and his hold on her tightened, she said "Let go of me, dammit."

  "No," John said flatly as he pushed his body against hers. "You're not going anywhere, Gillian. You have nothing to be ashamed of; we are all adults in this room."

  "I'm not a whore, John!" she bit out quietly, angry at the way her body was responding to him. She knew that if he pressed it, she would let him fuck her right here. Even though she could not see around his mountainous body, Gillian knew the other men were watching her intently. Thinking back to the conversation the women were having in the bathroom, she said, "You're not going to share me with your friends, either. If that is your intention, then I'm leaving right now, with or without your permission! There are plenty of other women here who will gladly sleep with you and your friends."

  "Share you?" John growled as he roughly gripped her upper arms. What the fuck was she talking about? Why was she suddenly so angry at him? The woman was a whirlwind of emotions that he did not understand. "Where the hell is this coming from? Did someone say something to you?"

  "No but as I'm sure you know, John, you are quite popular with the ladies. I have heard several of them talking about their sexual encounters with you and your friends," Gillian replied coldly as her eyes shot daggers at him.

  "Fuck those stupid bitches!" John shouted angrily, not understanding where her anger was coming from. Couldn't she see how much he wanted her? "I never said I was an innocent man, Gillian. I enjoy sex and frequently. I have fucked several women in my past and have shared them but only because they wanted me to! As for you, sweet kitten, let me be clear about one thing. I have no intentions of sharing you with anyone other than Pat. I told you earlier, I know you're not a damn whore! Refer to yourself as that again and see what happens."

  Gillian stood there for a moment and watched his dark, chestnut eyes. She clearly had pissed him off, but she could see the sincerity of his words etched in his face. John didn't think she was a whore, but he wanted her, although she didn't understand why just yet. Gillian knew John wasn't innocent. Of course, a man like John had slept with multiple women. He was the ultimate bad boy, rich, gorgeous, damaged, and dangerous. Somehow, Gillian knew that there was much more to the Brit that was hidden right under the surface. Although he was rough with her, there was a tenderness to his touch that she couldn't explain. John and Patrick had saved her from Domenico's men and had seen to it that she was well taken care of. She was so confused with what to do. Gillian wanted John and Patrick even if it meant just for one night! Why was she standing here jealously obsessing over what those women had said in the bathroom when she could enjoy her last night with this man?

  "I'm sorry, John," she said softly before standing up on her tiptoes to place a kiss on the vein that was pulsing in his thick, corded neck. She then cupped his beautiful, bearded face in her hands and looked deep into his eyes. "Everything that has happened since Giovanni's death has been so overwhelming. Things like this don't happen to me. I'm trying to figure it all out as I go, but I'm not doing a very good job."

  The Brit's body instantly relaxed as she spoke to him softly and stroked his face. He knew his American was struggling with everything; he could see it in her eyes. Wanting to reassure her, John kissed her lips gently before he ran his tongue over her bottom lip. "Stop overthinking everything. I want every inch of you, Gillian, and even though you are fighting it, I know you want me. I also see the way your body responds to Patrick. We are going to bring you so much pleasure tonight, kitten, if you let us. Do you trust me?"

  Gillian nodded her head 'yes' as a brilliant smile touched John's handsome face. He then kissed her once more on the lips before he led her over to the table. After he pulled out her chair, Gillian sat down and demurely crossed her legs. John sat down in the chair immediately across from her, and Patrick sa
t to his left. On the right side of John, sat Benito, and to her immediate left, Kin Chen. A servant soon appeared with a round of shots.

  As the scantily clad female servant passed out the drinks, John looked at Gillian and said, "We were getting ready to poker. Do you play?"

  Gillian leaned back in her chair and licked her red lips. "I do, actually. Deal me in."

  Kin leaned forward to take her hand in his and kiss it. "Since John is being rude this evening, allow me to introduce myself. My name is Kin Chen, and I have already heard all about you, Gillian. You are even more beautiful than Benito said. I know you came with John, but maybe I can convince you to leave with me. Did John tell you that I will be emperor one day?"

  "No, he didn't, but I couldn't care less," Gillian replied politely as she watched his eyes roam over her body. A smile touched her face when John, Patrick, and Benito burst out laughing as Kin's eyes shot up to her face.

  "Well, John, your harpy has a rather sharp tongue," Kin responded hotly, feeling the sting of her rejection. He had never had a woman turn him down before, especially one as beautiful as this one. "So, Gillian, I hear that you are a rather distinguished physician. Tell me, sweetheart, did you pay or fuck your way to the top?"

  "Kin, if you value your life, mate, you will watch your words," John said in fluent Chinese to the Asian man, the warning clear in his tone.

  "Of course, a man like you would assume I used sex to get to where I am. It couldn't be because I'm a brilliant surgeon or that I graduated summa cum laude from Harvard," Gillian replied, smiling sweetly at the Asian leader. "It's called intelligence, Kin. Believe it or not, a woman can be smart. I have never, nor will I ever, use anything other than my brain to get what I want. You know, if you would have used your brain instead of that other little part between your legs, you may not be facing your current legal problems."

  John and Patrick both chuckled as Benito roared with laughter. Kin looked deep into the woman's emerald green eyes for a moment. Dr. Morgan was just as smart as she was beautiful. His dick hardened in his suit. Damn John Kenric for meeting this woman before he had! Kin wanted to be mad at Gillian, but her comment had impressed him. She had shown no fear and had looked directly at him the entire time. He knew grown men who were too afraid to do that. Reaching under the table, he placed a large hand on her thigh and cockily smiled. "Touché, Gillian. However, I must let you know that there is nothing little about what is between my legs. You let me know when you want to see for yourself."

  Gillian rolled her eyes and pushed Kin's hand off of her leg. She then looked at John who was hungrily licking his lips as he smiled at her. "Tell me, kitten, you seem unafraid of my Asian mate. Since we know you're clearly not stupid, are you hiding a giant pair of balls under that dress?"

  "You tell me, John. You were the one under there earlier. What did you see?" Gillian shot back as she seductively smiled at the Brit. As the men lightly chuckled, Gillian said, "Sorry, but Kin doesn't scare me. I've dealt with men like him my entire life. He's nothing more than a bully."

  "I'll drink to that!" Benito laughed as he held up his shot glass to the rest of the table. As Kin shot him a heated look, the Italian looked at Gillian and said, "Lift your glass, love. It's tradition that we down a shot of Patrick's homemade Irish whiskey before we start our game. Salute!"

  "Salute!" Gillian replied before downing her shot.

  An hour later, the beautiful American woman laughed loudly as Patrick and John shared a tale about a recent business meeting. She was feeling quite toasty and was on her third glass of wine, not to mention the shots she had shared with the men this evening. Gillian had to admit, if only to herself, that she was having a great time! John and Patrick both had a boyish charm that was sweet and endearing. Their smiles and good mood were infectious and very arousing. She wanted these two men even more than she had earlier. They made sure that she was the central focus of their attention and conversation. John had made every effort to include her, and she could tell he was making an effort to get to know her. Too bad Gillian wouldn't see either man after tonight, because she could see herself easily falling in love with a man like John.

  "I'm out!" Benito said in defeat, his eyes roaming over the American.

  "Shit, me too!" Kin said.

  "Fuck!" Patrick exclaimed as he threw his cards down on the table. "You have to be cheating tonight, Johnny. There is no fucking way you are that lucky, you bastard."

  "I'm not the only one winning tonight, Patty," John replied as he cocked his brow at Gillian, who was looking at her cards. "You play poker quite well, kitten. Who taught you how to play?"

  "Mr. Dauphin," Gillian said before taking a sip of wine. "When I was about fifteen and living on my own, there was a bar where men would gather to play poker on Saturday night. Mr. Dauphin and his wife knew I was homeless and living in an old abandoned camper, so they let me work there a couple days a week and paid me under the table. He taught me how to play, and we made a small fortune off hustling strangers who came in. I'm not proud of it, but it kept food in my belly."

  "Where the fuck was your family?" John asked, narrowing his eyes in anger. Who the hell let a vulnerable fifteen-year-old girl live in squalor by herself? "Surely, you had someone who could have helped you."

  "Sorry to disappoint you, but I had no one," Gillian said as she cast her eyes downward. She didn't like the way the men were looking at her. More than anything, she hated the pity she saw in their eyes. "I told you I left my uncle's house at fourteen. He was all the family I had, and that's not saying much. When I split, I had nothing, but that was better than getting the shit beat out of me all the time. The camper was not much, but it was shelter from the elements. I was used to living in squalor when I lived with my uncle, so the camper was no different. I'm not ashamed of it. It made me who I am today. Not all of us had the pleasure of growing up with a silver spoon in our mouths."

  "A silver spoon?" Patrick shouted as he shoved the chair back and stood up. "Who the hell do you think you're talking to, sweetheart? You clearly don't know shit about Johnny or me! You weren't the only one getting the fuck beat out of you!"

  "Pat, calm down, mate," John said in Gaelic as his eyes met the Irishman's. He could see the pain in the depth of his brother's turquoise eyes and knew that Gillian had unintentionally struck a nerve. "She's not trying to insult us, boyo. She doesn't know anything about our past."

  Patrick glared at Gillian a moment as her eyes met his. He could see that she was surprised by his words, but he could also see something else. Was that sympathy he saw? The sympathy instantly dwindled his anger and had him wanting to confess his deepest, darkest sins to her. What the hell was wrong with him? Patrick had never wanted to tell a woman about his past! He wanted to be pissed at Gillian! He wanted to hate her and send her back to the States! Patrick, instead, found himself wanting to bury himself deep within her body and never let her go. Since Gillian had come into his life, the Irishman had not been able to sleep with anyone else. For some reason, he just could not look at another woman without seeing her lovely face and feeling the foreign emotion of guilt.

  "Gillian, just like you, Pat and I have gone to great lengths to hide our pasts. We are not who the media paints us to be," John said as Patrick sat down beside him and poured them both another drink. "Without going into great detail, we both come from a very abusive past. We met in an orphanage where we spent most of our childhood. The priests there were anything but godly and made our lives a living hell. Pat and I both have the scars to prove it. When we came out of the orphanage, we lived on the streets and often went without food. Kenric Industries was built from the ground up, and what you see before you are two self-made men. As you said, sometimes you do what you have to in order to survive. That is exactly what we did, and I regret nothing."

  "John, Patrick, I'm so sorry. I had no idea. I'm sorry that you both had to go through that," Gillian replied, her voice dripping with compassion and understanding. She was surprised by John's admission b
ut more so by the fact that he was sharing it with her. Her heart ached for these two men, but something about them had told her that there was much more hidden beneath the surface. Gillian wanted nothing more than to comfort them. "Maybe the three of us are more alike than I thought. It's nice knowing, though, that I am not the only misfit in the group."

  Patrick and John both felt their dicks harden in their pants. They had not expected her response, but somehow it had been perfect. The Irishman looked at the Brit and said in Gaelic, "Johnny, I'm done playing games. I want to fuck this woman, and I want her now."

  John, like his brother, wanted—no, needed—to be deep inside of Gillian. Even though she didn't know every detail of their past, the woman was accepting of who they were. There was not an ounce of judgment in her eyes, only compassion. Ignoring his friend's remarks, John's eyes met Gillian's. "Let's make a wager, shall we, kitten? If you win this hand, you keep the book and leave. However, if I win, you give me the book and I fuck you in front of everyone here. What do you say? Do we have a deal?"

  The intensity bouncing from John was palpable in the air. Her eyes then went from him to Patrick, who was barely sitting in his seat and looked as though he would pounce on her any moment. Benito and Kin also appeared to be salivating at the thought of watching John take her. Gillian's pussy immediately flooded with moisture. She had never made love to a man in front of others, but there was something dark, sensual, and exciting about it. Gillian wanted her freedom, but at this moment in time, she wanted John more. Glancing down at her cards, she saw three queens. Could John beat that? She was about to find out!