The private jet plunges through midnight storms. Leather seats groan. Turbulence yanks us like a fist.
She's wedged between the hold and the cabin door. Clutching that black case like it'll save her life. The smuggler with ghosts in her eyes, all calculated edges and breathy denials. My brothers and I were sent to escort her payload. Triplets forged in blood and bullets. We live for the kill, the deal, the unbreakable code.
But one brutal drop hurls her into my lap. Her sweat-damp shirt clings. Our mouths crash. Defiant. Hungry. My hands pin her thighs while the plane bucks wild. My brothers watch from the shadows, eyes burning. Exhibition for killers. Every slam of our bodies syncs with the jet's rage. Flickering lights paint her skin gold. Moans echo off the bulkhead. No hiding now.
I taste her surrender, raw and unguarded. The tenderness I bury under enforcer steel rises like poison. She's isolation wrapped in leather, craving a shatter she won't beg for. But I see it. Feel it. My jealousy coils tight. Sharing her with blood kin should bind us stronger. Instead, it frays everything. One wrong thrust, one overheard gasp, and the mob's eyes turn lethal.
Her freedom dangles on this flight's edge. The cargo. Our loyalty. And that fragile thing beating between us. Lose her, and I'm hollowed out. But if desire outsprints the storm, what world survives the wreckage?
A full-length mafia exhibitionism erotic romance featuring a haunted smuggler and possessive triplet enforcers. Includes themes of menage, turbulence-fueled exhibitionism, and defiant surrender.
