Ruthless Daddies (Reverse Harem Daddies)

33. Alice

33

ALICE

M arta strides into my room without knocking.

“Get ready,” she says curtly, crossing her arms.

I blink, caught off guard by her tone. “Ready for what?”

She exhales sharply, as though the very act of explaining is a chore. “They have arranged dinner for you. In the greenhouse.”

I frown. “Who?”

She gives me a look. “Oh,” I say, finally understanding. All three of them.

I sit up straighter, studying her face for any sign that this might be some kind of joke, but all I get is her usual frostiness.

“They did?” I ask, trying to keep the disbelief out of my voice.

Marta’s lips purse. “Apparently,” she mutters, turning on her heel to leave. But before she reaches the door, she pauses and glances back at me, her expression unreadable. “I’d hurry if I were you. They don’t like to be kept waiting.”

And with that, she’s gone, leaving me alone with my racing thoughts.

Dinner in the greenhouse. A part of me wants to laugh at how unexpected it is, but another part—the part that’s been nursing hurt feelings for days—feels touched. They must have realized how upset I’ve been.

A smile tugs at my lips as I glance at the mirror. Maybe they’re finally trying to make it up to me. And tonight…tonight feels like the perfect time to tell them that I’m carrying their child.

The greenhouse is breathtaking. Soft lights are strung across the ceiling, casting a warm glow over the greenery. A small table is set in the center, candles flickering between plates and glasses of wine.

The three of them are already waiting—Ivan, Dmitri, and Nikolai. They look up as I step inside, and for a moment, the tension that’s been lingering between us seems to dissipate.

“Wow,” I say, taking it all in. “This is beautiful.”

Ivan stands, pulling out a chair for me. “We wanted to do something special.”

The greenhouse is stunning, the soft glow of string lights reflecting off the glass walls and bathing the plants in a warm, golden hue. A small table is set in the center, elegantly decorated with candles and fresh flowers. It’s the kind of setup that belongs in a romantic movie.

My heart swells, touched by the effort they’ve gone to. They must have realized how upset I’ve been, and this is their way of making it up to me.

“Thank you,” I say, offering Ivan a small smile as I take the seat. My eyes dart to Nikolai and Dmitri, who are already seated. Nikolai’s hands are clasped on the table, his usual charm subdued. Dmitri’s leaning back in his chair.

Something feels off.

I push the thought aside as Ivan sits across from me, pouring me a glass of wine. “We thought this would be nice,” he says.

“It’s beautiful,” I reply, glancing around the room again. “Thank you for this.”

“We thought you might need something to cheer you up,” Nikolai offers, smiling, but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes.

“You’ve all been busy,” I say, my voice light. “I figured you needed space.”

“Space isn’t the issue,” Ivan says, his tone a little too sharp before he softens it. “We’ve had a lot to handle.”

The comment feels pointed, and I glance at him, my brows knitting together. “Is that…a bad thing?”

“Not at all,” he replies quickly, though his tone is smooth in a way that sets me further on edge.

The conversation continues, but it feels stilted, like they’re holding back. They ask me questions—how I’ve been, what I’ve been up to—but their responses are short, their smiles too tight.

I can’t shake the feeling that something is wrong.

Dinner drags on, and by the time Ivan stands and helps me from my seat, my earlier excitement has dimmed.

“Let’s get you back to your room,” he says, his hand resting lightly on my lower back as he guides me toward the door.

When we reach my door, I turn to face them, forcing a smile. “Thank you again for tonight. It was really thoughtful. Do you…want to come in?”

Ivan nods, his expression unreadable. Nikolai shifts on his feet, avoiding my gaze.

The hesitation is brief, but I see it. They exchange glances, but then Dmitri steps forward.

“Do you even need to ask?” he says, his smirk returning.

I open the door, and they follow me inside.

The moment the door clicks shut, the air shifts. Ivan steps toward me.

Nikolai’s fingers skim under my shirt, and Dmitri’s grip settles on my waist. My heart thunders, any lingering unease drowned beneath the flood of raw desire.

I tug at their clothes, fumbling with belts and buttons until they fall away, revealing hot skin beneath my palms.

Ivan’s fingers hook into the waistband of my underwear. I hear the faint tear of fabric before he drops to his knees, burying his face between my thighs with a low groan. A gasp tears from my lips, my head tipping back, just as Dmitri and Nikolai slip my shirt off over my head. My bra follows, and their hands cup my breasts, each gentle squeeze sending another spark of pleasure skittering through me.

Ivan’s tongue works relentlessly, his grip firm on my hips, and I can’t hold back the needy moan that escapes my throat. Nikolai’s teeth graze my neck, just enough to make me shiver, and Dmitri’s mouth covers my breast, his lips hot against my skin. Their bodies press in, pinning me between them, and my own hands roam over muscle and heat, desperate to return the pleasure coursing through me.

Ivan doesn’t let up, latching on like he’s determined to drive me over the edge. My body arches, a string of breathy moans escaping my lips. When he finally pulls back, I’m trembling, barely catching my breath as he stands, his eyes dark with need.

Dmitri is next, guiding me onto the bed, his hands sliding over my skin as he kneels behind me. He presses his mouth to my shoulder, murmuring something low against my ear, and then he’s inside me in one quick thrust. It’s fast, hard, and dizzying. My nails dig into the sheets, and I cry out his name as he sets a punishing rhythm. His hands grip my hips, pulling me back against him again and again.

When Dmitri finally relents, Nikolai takes over. He lifts me easily, my legs wrapping around his waist as he presses me to the headboard. His teeth graze the pulse in my neck, and I cling to him, sinking into the new wave of sensation as he thrusts, each movement more desperate than the last.

He sucks and bites just enough to send jolts of pleasure spiraling through me. I cry out, arching my back, and his rhythm never falters. The sound of our bodies meeting echoes in the room, obscene and delicious.

My mind blanks, lungs burning as I struggle for air.

“My turn,” Ivan murmurs somewhere from above me. I flutter my eyes open to see him staring down at me, moving his palm over his cock.

He pulls me off the bed, my legs locked around either side of his hips, my tits slightly swaying as he carries me to the wall. My back hits the wall, and he slides inside me with a single thrust. The friction is relentless. My nails dig into his back as he drives into me.

I cling to him, burying my face against his neck, but he tilts my head back, his mouth finding my breast. The sensation of being pinned between him and the wall makes my pulse race.

We shift positions. Ivan and Dmitri move me onto the bed, my knees hitting the mattress. Dmitri slides in from behind, gripping my waist. Ivan kneels in front, letting me take him in my mouth. Nikolai’s hands roam, squeezing and caressing, his lips against my ear.

They work together, switching without pause. It feels like they can’t get enough of me tonight—like each kiss, each touch, is more desperate than the last. It’s almost as if they’re convinced this might be the last night we have together.

Those thoughts flee my mind as soon as Ivan pinches my nipple, making me cry out while Dmitri flicks my clit. My body is throbbing.

Ivan enters me for the second time. I moan, letting him fill me up. They’re all big—but his cock is girthier while Dmitri’s is longer. I lean forward, bracing my palms on his chest, and feel the shift on the bed as Nikolai crawls behind me. He presses close, his chest against my back, his cock hard against my ass as he slips his arms around me to cup my breasts too. The dual sensation—Ivan’s cock pulsing inside me, Nikolai’s hands on my tits—has me letting out a ragged moan.

Ivan thrusts harder, drawing my attention back down. My nails dig into his chest as I lose myself in the steady rhythm he sets.

Nikolai’s mouth moves over my shoulder, his teeth scraping gently at my skin.

Ivan’s pace grows more urgent, his cock driving into me with powerful thrusts that leave me gasping. I try to keep my movements steady, but with Nikolai pressing me from behind, it’s almost impossible to do anything but ride the waves of pleasure. The mattress dips again, and I realize Dmitri is positioning himself next to us. His hand slides down between my legs, fingers finding the spot where I’m stretched around Ivan. The extra pressure ignites every nerve, and I let out a cry, my head falling back against Nikolai’s shoulder.

They shift positions, and soon I’m on my back, Ivan pushing my knees up, his grip firm on my thighs. He lowers his head to my breasts, his mouth hot on my tits, sucking and nipping as he thrusts in deep. My fingers thread through his hair, my body trembling with each powerful stroke. Behind him, Dmitri and Nikolai watch, stroking themselves or brushing kisses over my skin whenever they can reach. Their cocks are stiff and needy, waiting for the next moment to join in.

We switch again—Nikolai lifts me into his lap, his cock sliding into me with a smooth, practiced motion. I can’t control the moan that escapes my throat as he sets a harsh rhythm. My breasts bounce with each thrust, and I catch Dmitri’s gaze locked on my tits, a look of pure hunger in his eyes. He moves closer, capturing one nipple in his mouth, swirling his tongue around it until I’m shaking.

Ivan stands behind me, pressing his cock against my back. I can feel his breath against my neck, the low rumble of his voice as he murmurs half-formed praises.

I lose track of whose hands or mouth is on me, only knowing I’m surrounded by them—gripping sheets, gasping for breath, drowning in the heat of it all.

Nikolai groans my name, Dmitri’s breath stutters, and Ivan lets out a raw sound I’ve never heard before. My own climax rips through me, making my vision blur as each of them jerks against my stomach. Warmth splashes across my belly, and a rough shiver runs through me as I realize they’ve all finished together, their collective come sticky and all over me.