Ruthless Daddies (Reverse Harem Daddies)

22. Dmitri

22

DMITRI

“ Y ou’re both blind if you don’t see it,” I say, sitting back in the leather armchair, my fingers drumming against the armrest.

Ivan is sitting across from me, hunched forward, his elbows braced on his thighs. He hasn’t said a word yet, just staring at the floor like it might give him answers. I know that look—I’ve seen it when he’s seconds away from making decisions that can’t be unmade.

“Are we really doing this?” Nikolai snaps, his voice tight. He turns to Ivan. “You don’t actually believe she?—”

“I don’t know what to believe,” Ivan cuts in, his voice like gravel. He finally looks up, his eyes heavy with something I don’t often see on him—uncertainty. “But we can’t ignore the facts.”

“She’s hiding something,” I continue. “It’s as clear as day.”

Nikolai stops pacing and glares at me. “And what exactly do you think she’s hiding, Dmitri? Be specific.”

“You tell me. She was at that café, alone, and Vadim’s man was there waiting. You really think that’s a coincidence?”

Ivan’s expression darkens, and I know I’ve hit a nerve. “What are you suggesting? That she went there to meet him herself?”

Nikolai whips his head toward Ivan, his scowl deepening. “But that would mean she’s a…” He trails off, almost afraid to say the word.

“A spy,” I finish for him, my voice deliberate and cold.

Nikolai shakes his head immediately, his tone firm. “Impossible.”

“Why not?” Ivan says. “She came to us at a convenient time and she managed to—” He doesn’t finish his thought.

“You think she’s connected to Vadim?” Nikolai asks, his voice quieter now, less defensive.

“I don’t know,” I say honestly. “But think about it, Nik. She’s been here for weeks, she knows too much, and now this. You know I don’t believe in coincidences. If you’re not asking questions, then you’re being naive.”

Nikolai looks away, jaw clenched, and I see the doubt creeping into his features. He wants to believe Alice is innocent—hell, so do I—but none of this adds up.

“Listen,” I say, softening my tone just a fraction. “Even I’ve come to li—” I stop myself, the words catching in my throat. I clear it quickly, shrugging as if it doesn’t matter. “I mean, I’m also fond of her. But it seems like she might be taking us for a trip.”

Ivan’s eyes narrow, suspicion bleeding into his features as he shifts his gaze between Nikolai and me. “You mean you and Nikolai,” he says, his voice sharp. “I know you’re sleeping with her.”

The room goes still. Nikolai’s head snaps up, his eyes widening in surprise, while I let out a low laugh.

“And what were you doing with her the other day in your room, hmm?” I shoot back, lifting an eyebrow.

Ivan freezes for half a second, just long enough for me to notice, and then he recovers, his glare sharpening. “That’s none of your business.”

“Oh, really?” I say smugly. “So you can pry into what I’m doing, but I can’t return the favor? Interesting logic.”

Ivan opens his mouth to respond but stops when Nikolai speaks, his voice low and edged with disbelief. “So does that mean all three of us are sleeping with her?”

The room falls into stunned silence. Ivan stiffens, while Nikolai looks genuinely troubled, like he’s finally realizing the mess we’ve found ourselves in. I lean back in my chair, letting the moment stretch, a smug grin curling at the corner of my mouth. “Looks that way, doesn’t it?”

Ivan’s fists clench at his sides, and Nikolai shifts uncomfortably, running a hand through his hair.

“She’s gotten under all our skin,” I say. “That much is clear. But if she’s hiding something—and she is—then we need to figure out what it is before it’s too late. We can’t keep dancing around this anymore.”

“So what are you suggesting?” Ivan finally asks, his voice low, dangerous.

I don’t hesitate. “We question her. Properly this time. None of this playing nice.”

Nikolai shoots me a sharp look. “What, you want us to drag her in here and start interrogating her like one of Vadim’s men?”

I roll my eyes, leaning back against the desk. “No one’s suggesting we tie her to a chair, Nik. But we can’t keep pretending. She was there for a reason .”

Ivan looks at Nikolai, then back at me. “Fine,” he says finally, his tone brooking no argument. “We’ll talk to her now.”

Ivan knocks at her door, but when she doesn’t respond, we all go inside.

Alice stirs immediately, her head lifting off the pillow as she blinks blearily at us. She’s in bed, tangled in the sheets, her hair a messy halo around her face. The nightdress she’s wearing is thin, delicate, and does absolutely nothing to help me focus on the task at hand.

Her green eyes widen as they take us in, and she pushes herself up slightly, her expression groggy and confused. “What…what’s going on?”

“Get up,” Ivan says, his voice even but unyielding. “We need to talk.”

Alice frowns, rubbing at her eyes. “Now?”

“Yes, now,” Nikolai adds, though there’s hesitation in his voice. He shifts, looking anywhere but at her as she tosses back the covers and swings her legs over the side of the bed.

The moment she stands, the nightdress clinging to her curves, it’s like a punch to the gut. The fabric skims the tops of her thighs, her bare legs lithe and smooth in the soft glow of the bedside lamp. I swallow hard, dragging my gaze back up to her face, but it doesn’t help.

Ivan clears his throat, a muscle ticking in his jaw, but I don’t miss the way his eyes flicker downward for just a moment before he schools his expression. Nikolai shifts on his feet, his shoulders tense as he stares at the floor, his mouth set in a thin line.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Alice asks, her voice small.

“Sit down,” Ivan says gruffly, gesturing toward the chair near the window.

She hesitates, glancing between the three of us, and I can see the flicker of fear in her eyes. It twists something inside me, a sharp pang of guilt, but I shove it down.

“What’s this about?” she whispers as she slowly walks over to the chair and sits, pulling the hem of her nightdress down instinctively.

Ivan steps forward, his presence towering and unrelenting. “Why were you at that café last night, Alice?”

Her breath catches, and I see her fingers tighten around the edge of the chair. “I already told you—I just needed some air.”

“That’s not good enough,” Ivan says, his voice hard. “You knew Vadim’s man would be there, didn’t you?”

Her eyes widen, panic flashing across her face. “What? No! I didn’t?—”

“Then what were you doing there?” I press, unable to keep the edge out of my voice. “Why that café? Of all places?”

“I told you?—”

“You’re lying,” Ivan cuts her off.

She flinches, and something sharp twists in my chest. I don’t like seeing her like this—cornered, afraid. But I can’t stop myself from pushing. We need the truth.

Alice looks at me then, her green eyes glassy, desperate. “I swear I don’t know anything!”

Her voice cracks, and my stomach knots. I want to believe her. God, I want to believe her so badly. But I can’t ignore what I’ve seen, what I know.

“Stop lying to us, Alice,” Ivan says, his tone low, dangerous.

“I’m not lying!” she snaps, her voice trembling. “Why would I lie to you? I don’t even know what’s going on half the time!”

The room falls silent, the tension so thick it’s suffocating. Alice’s chest rises and falls rapidly, her breaths shaky. Her nightdress has slipped slightly, the thin strap hanging off her shoulder, and I find myself staring at the smooth skin there, my throat going dry.

I’m not the only one. Ivan’s gaze lingers, his fists clenching at his sides, while Nikolai’s eyes flicker downward before he quickly looks away.

Alice notices. Her cheeks flush as she pulls the strap back up, her lips parting slightly as she stares at us, like she’s realizing something she shouldn’t.

I have to do it. I have to be better than this.

Ivan hovers behind her, tense and silent, while Nikolai stands closer, his posture rigid. I lean in, my hands braced on the armrests, intending to say something—some pointed question about Vadim, about what she knows.

But then I catch her scent, sweet and warm, and my words fade, drying up in my throat. Her lips part slightly, and I can’t look anywhere else. All logic, all purpose slips away like sand through my fingers.

My heart is pounding, my resolve cracking under her gaze.

She turns her head, whispering my name—“Dmitri”—so softly it sends a jolt of heat through me. Without thinking, I claim her mouth, my lips pressing against hers in a desperate, hungry kiss.

I break the kiss, but only for a moment, only to breathe. She looks flushed, her eyes glazed with something raw and intense. Nikolai steps forward, and I watch as he tilts her chin up to meet his mouth. She moans softly against him, and the sound unravels me further. Ivan’s hand trails down her arm, gentle but insistent, while I move closer.

The straps of her nightdress slip again, and this time we don’t let her fix it. My fingers brush over her shoulder, hooking the fabric and sliding it off her body. Nikolai kneels, his hands on her knees, slowly parting her legs. The rustle of the fabric hitting the floor is soft, nearly drowned out by our ragged breathing. She’s bare now, exposed, and the sight of her makes my heart slam against my ribs.

Her skin is warm under our palms, soft under our lips. I kiss along her neck, trailing lower, while Nikolai’s mouth claims hers again, hungrily this time. Ivan bends over her shoulder, his breath hot against her ear as his hand glides down her spine.

Alice arches her back, her breasts pressing against my chest, her hardened nipples brushing against my skin. Nikolai’s lips travel along her throat, dipping lower to capture one of those perfect buds with his mouth, sucking gently until she gasps. Ivan’s fingers trace down her spine, over the curve of her waist, and lower still, until she trembles beneath his touch.

We kiss and suck and lick every inch of her—Nikolai’s tongue flicking over her neck, Ivan’s lips trailing down her shoulder, and my mouth trailing across her collarbone. My hand finds the curve of her hip, my thumb stroking gently as I watch Ivan’s palm skim her inner thigh. Nikolai’s fingers slip into her hair, guiding her head back so he can kiss her mouth, deep and lingering.

Our bodies press closer, her soft belly and rounded hips cradled between us. She moans as we move in unison, three sets of hands exploring, three mouths leaving a trail of kisses over her breasts, along her rib cage, and down her stomach. She tilts her head, eyes heavy-lidded, meeting my gaze for a moment. There’s a mischievous glint there, a spark of playful intent.

Between kisses, we shed our shirts and trousers until everything is discarded and thrown away to the side.

With a slow, deliberate motion, Alice slips from our grasp, sliding down to her knees on the floor. Her nightdress already discarded, she’s bare, flushed, and breathtaking. She looks up at us, that grin curving her lips, and I can’t help the surge of heat that rushes through me.

We stand before her, three hard shafts aching for her touch. She reaches for me first, wrapping her fingers around my length, her grip firm but gentle. I groan as she leans forward, taking me into her mouth, her tongue swirling over the sensitive head before sliding deeper. My vision blurs for a second at the pure, raw pleasure of it.

Nikolai shifts beside me, his breath hissing between his teeth as she releases me and turns her attention to him next. She treats him the same way, her mouth warm and wet as she takes him in, one hand stroking the base as her lips glide over him. He mutters a curse, his head tipping back, his muscles tensing at the sensation.

Then Ivan steps closer, and she moves to him, her hand curling around his thickness. He inhales sharply as she licks him, slow and unhurried, savoring his taste before taking him deeper. I can see the tight control he’s struggling to maintain, his jaw clenched, his fists at his sides.

It’s intoxicating, watching her work us one by one, her mouth and hands moving with a confidence and skill that leaves us breathless. My heart pounds as she returns to me, her gaze flicking upward, filled with a wicked satisfaction at the effect she’s having on all three of us.

Her mouth leaves me, and a shudder runs through my body as I catch my breath. Alice kneels between us, her cheeks flushed, her lips swollen and wet from her attention to each of us. The air is thick with the scent of sex and the soft sounds of our ragged breathing.

Ivan’s hand is on her shoulder, his fingers lightly stroking her skin. Nikolai stands close, his chest rising and falling, muscles taut as he drinks in the sight of her naked curves. I meet Ivan’s gaze, a silent understanding passing between us. We move together, guiding her gently upward.

“Alice,” I murmur, my voice low and rough, “come here.”

She stands slowly, her body flushed and glistening, her breasts full and firm, her nipples hard and begging for our mouths. Her stomach is smooth, her waist curving into hips that flare softly. The neatly trimmed hair between her legs glistens with her arousal, the scent of her making my head swim.

Nikolai takes her hand, and Ivan steps behind her. I press closer, and together we lead her to the bed. She goes willingly, her eyes flicking from one of us to the other, that mischievous spark still shining there. She lies back, her hair fanning out over the pillows, and we surround her—three sets of hands roaming, three sets of lips pressing hungry kisses along every inch of her skin.

Nikolai settles at her right, his palm sliding over her thigh, spreading her legs apart slowly. I take the left side, kissing the curve of her neck and shoulder, trailing my tongue down to one perfect breast. Ivan stands at the foot of the bed, looking down at her as if she’s a feast laid out just for him, his expression dark and intent.

We take turns leaning in to kiss her breasts, her stomach, the sensitive skin along her inner thighs. She moans softly, arching her back as we explore her thoroughly. My fingers glide up the inside of her leg, feeling how soaked she is, how ready, and I groan at the pure heat I find there.

Nikolai captures her lips in a slow, lingering kiss while his other hand cups her breast, thumb circling her nipple until she gasps. Ivan watches, his eyes moving over her body, noting every reaction, every small sound. When he lowers himself onto the bed, pressing a line of kisses from her knee up to where I’m stroking her, she shudders, her hips lifting off the sheets.

I lean down, kissing her collarbone, her throat, nuzzling her ear as she turns her head to find my mouth. She kisses me back eagerly, her tongue meeting mine, her hand reaching up to tangle in my hair. My cock is hard, throbbing at the thought of entering her, at the thought of joining with her fully, but I hold back, savoring the anticipation.

Nikolai, breathing harder now, positions himself between her legs, his broad shoulders pushing her thighs apart as he kisses along her belly, moving lower. She cries out softly when his tongue flicks at her swollen clit, and I feel her grip tighten on my arm. Ivan moves behind Nikolai, watching her face, watching us, and I can see how much he wants her, how it’s driving him mad.

We exchange a glance, and Ivan nods slightly.

I shift, aligning myself so my chest presses against her breast, my mouth claiming hers again. Nikolai rises up, positioning himself at her entrance, his hard length pressing against her wet folds. Ivan moves closer too, stroking her thigh, his fingers teasing her sensitive skin. She moans, her body quivering beneath us.

Nikolai enters her, slowly, inch by inch, and she throws her head back, a low moan escaping her lips as he fills her completely. The sight sends a fresh jolt of heat through me—I can see the way her hips lift to meet him, the arch of her back, her breasts rising and falling as she gasps his name. I kiss her, swallowing her cries, feeling her nails rake lightly down my back as she takes him fully. Ivan watches, his knuckles grazing her hip, his expression fierce and hungry. I kneel at her side, stroking her hair back from her face, my lips lingering on hers, tasting the mix of her breath and desire.

They move together in a rhythm that’s both urgent and gentle, Nikolai’s hips rolling as he sets a pace that makes her cry out softly. When he finally withdraws, Ivan takes his place, his thick length pressing into her as she shudders, her voice breaking on a moan. Her legs wrap around his waist, drawing him deeper, and I can’t tear my eyes away.

I brush my knuckles over her cheek, capturing her lips in another kiss while Ivan moves within her. She meets each thrust with a soft sound, her fingers trailing over my chest as I hover close. I feel the warmth of her palm against my skin, and I lean in to kiss her neck, nibbling the delicate skin until she giggles breathlessly.

When my turn comes, I settle between her legs, guiding myself into her slick heat. She’s so responsive, so wet and welcoming. I groan as her body envelops me, clenching softly, making it impossible to think. Her hands grip my shoulders, nails grazing my skin as I find a rhythm that pulls soft cries from her lips.

We don’t stop at one round. We take turns fucking her in multiple positions.

Nikolai lies back, and she straddles him, her breasts bouncing softly as she rides him, her head tipping back in pleasure. Ivan kneels behind her, pressing kisses along her spine, while I kiss her mouth and neck, my hand sliding over her belly, down her thighs, savoring every curve. Later, Ivan lifts her onto his lap, her legs draped over his hips, while Nikolai and I take turns kissing her breasts, teasing her nipples with our tongues until she’s trembling.

Her hair fans out across the pillows, her flushed cheeks glowing in the soft light as I fuck her sideways while Ivan feeds his cock to her mouth. She gulps down on it greedily while she takes me easily, her other hand wrapped in mine, never letting it go.

Eventually, we all collapse together, hearts pounding, skin damp with sweat and satisfaction. And I know for a fact that things will never be the same again.