I didn’t answer with words.

I simply looked at Richard, then at the other three men, and gave the smallest nod.

That was all it took.

Richard’s hand slid fully over my breast, cupping the soft weight through my dress, and he kissed me hard in front of them. The kiss was deep and claiming, nothing like the restrained almost from the storm night. His tongue slid against mine as his fingers found my nipple and pinched through the fabric. A low sound left my throat. When he broke the kiss, Victor was already moving.

Victor took my chin and turned my face toward him. His mouth was smoother, more...