Veiled Submission

The blindfold slipped over my eyes, and the world went black just as his deep voice brushed my ear.  

"Relax, little spy. Let us show you what The Veil really is."

My heart slammed against my ribs. The masked party in the Brooklyn warehouse had been loud with moans and music only seconds ago. Now everything narrowed to the heat of three bodies surrounding me in the private room. Strong hands guided me backward until my thighs hit the edge of a leather bench.

Fingers-long and confident-traced my collarbone, then dipped lower, brushing the swell of my breasts through the thin black dress. I sucked in a sharp breath as cool ice suddenly pressed against my neck, melting instantly against my flushed skin. A second set of hands slid up my thighs, pushing the hem of my dress higher, exposing lace panties already damp with traitorous arousal.

"Who are you?" I whispered, even as my nipples tightened painfully.

The man behind me chuckled low, the sound vibrating through my chest. "Tonight, we're the ones asking questions."

The ice trailed down between my breasts, leaving a wet path that made me shiver. Then warm lips replaced it, sucking gently on the sensitive skin just above my bra. A soft moan escaped me before I could stop it. My hands were gently pulled behind my back and secured with something soft-silk, maybe. The restraint wasn't tight, but it sent a rush of heat straight to my core.

Another hand-rougher, more commanding-cupped my ass and squeezed. "So responsive already," the voice murmured, approval thick in his tone. "Good girl."

The praise hit me like a drug. My knees weakened. I hated how much I loved it.

The ice moved lower, circling my navel, then lower still until it pressed against the lace covering my clit. I gasped, hips jerking forward involuntarily. The cold burned deliciously against my swollen flesh. Fingers hooked into my panties, pulling them aside. Hot breath ghosted over my exposed pussy right before a warm tongue replaced the ice, licking one slow, torturous stripe from entrance to clit.

"Oh fuck-" My head fell back against a hard chest. Strong arms wrapped around me from behind, holding me upright as the tongue between my legs circled faster, sucking lightly.

Pleasure coiled tight in my belly. My thighs trembled. I was supposed to be gathering evidence, not melting under their touch. But God, the way they played my body-like they already knew every secret I'd never told anyone-made my mind spin.

The man behind me pinched my nipple through my dress, rolling it between his fingers. "Let go, beautiful. We've got you."

I came hard, sudden and shocking, a cry tearing from my throat as waves of pleasure crashed through me. My legs gave out completely, but they caught me, holding me between their bodies as I shook.

The blindfold stayed on. My breathing was ragged.

Then a calm, authoritative voice cut through the haze. "Take it off."

The silk was removed.

Three devastatingly handsome men stood before me-tall, powerful, radiating raw dominance. The one with icy blue eyes and sharp features stared at me like he could see straight into my soul. The playful one with warm brown eyes and a dangerous smirk licked his lips slowly. The third, broad-shouldered and intense, watched me with barely restrained hunger.

The blue-eyed man tilted his head. "Your real name isn't Elena Voss, is it... Nova Kane?"

My stomach dropped.

They knew.

Before I could speak, the door to the private room clicked shut behind us. The blue-eyed man stepped closer, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper.

"We have a proposal for you, little journalist. One that involves a 90-day contract... and your complete surrender."

My pulse thundered in my ears as his fingers brushed my still-sensitive clit, making me jolt.

"Or we can ruin your career right now."