тАЬWho is he?тАЭ
тАЬMarco,тАЭ I gasped.
тАЬOn your knees,тАЭ Charles growled.
I knelt and he pushed me forward. I felt him slide into me and groaned as he began to move. Marco laid his violin on top of the piano and walked over to where Charles was pounding against me. I watched him unfasten his pants as the orchestra continued to play the almost frantic tempo. My mouth went dry at the sight of him. He and Charles had the same build but Marco was taller. My gaze fastened on the part of him straining for attention. IтАЩd been right. He was large and thick. Slowly, he approached us and knelt in front of me.
тАЬWorship the Lord of Song,тАЭ Charles said from behind me.
I glanced at him briefly before taking Marco into my...