17. Peyton
PEYTON
It took me a week to work up the courage to follow through, and I almost reneged at the last second. I’d been ready to make my move at lunch, but Elena kept hovering until my hour was up.
Now it was too late to pretend I hadn’t blurred the line between professionalism at work. Blur, hell. I obliterated it.
At least now I knew for certain no one would walk in on us or hear us. We were all alone. One flick of my wrist, and the door would lock. The elevator was already closed, and only one of our four key cards would convince it to come back online.
I did it. I forced my lungs to work. I’d crossed that forbidden line I’d been fantasizing about since Leo suggested I give him a blowjob beneath his desk.
All week, every time I saw him, I wanted to ask if he needed me for anything, hoping he’d understand what I meant. In the end, I decided to go the bold route.
And three sets of eyes stared at me because of it. They focused, gazes homing in on my exposed body. Anticipation crawled along my veins, and I shivered. I waited for one of them to move, to say something to encourage me.
Instead, for the first time, they hesitated.
Viktor shot a look at Leo, who shifted his stance toward Misha.
No. My throat tightened, the threat of tears blooming so fast, I couldn’t breathe. I’d finally allowed myself to be completely vulnerable with them, and they rejected me.
Okay, this was not rejection but it felt that way. Oh, God. What happened? Had they seen something in the harsh fluorescent lighting that turned them off?
My body was the same as always, though slightly more rounded in places thanks to the corset.
“Sorry.” I bent to grab my dress. “Misread the situation.” My first attempt at grabbing the dress failed, my fingertips skimming the material but not holding on.
I tried again, then again. Why couldn’t I pick up the insufferable thing?
Footsteps sounded, and my lungs seized. I knew those footsteps. Misha. He closed the distance in seconds and wrapped his hands around my wrists. “Leave it.”
I’d never heard him command like that, and it jolted through my body.
Curse me and my obedience kink. I should be tearing out of here, my face flaming in embarrassment.
Even Misha’s tone was off, slightly hurtful as he brought my hands up between us.
He didn’t release me either but held my wrists in a too-tight grasp. I looked up, prepared to meet his gaze.
Or I thought I was. Once again, I’d been prepared to see desire there. I was wrong.
My pulse spiked into a sprint, and I took several shallow breaths when my vision went spotty.
I couldn’t read his emotions.
There were too many to decipher.
I looked for disgust, and I was pretty sure I found distrust instead.
What was that all about?
His jaw worked from side to side, his nostrils flaring. Anger. I knew that one, but I’d never seen it directed at me from Misha.
He blinked, and the familiar bloom of desire threw his pupils wide. A loud gulp sounded, and his grip on my wrists changed. Still firm, but he stroked his thumbs back and forth over my pulse points.
I straightened to my full height, which pushed my breasts toward him, and parted my lips.
“Sit.” Misha took a step back and motioned at Leo’s chair.
I glanced that way to gauge Leo’s reaction and found him staring down at me from the window. He turned his back to the view and slid his hands into his pockets.
Okay, so were we reversing things or something?
I sat and crossed my ankles, pulling my feet beneath the chair and locking my hands together in my lap, covering myself the best I could without my dress.
My gaze jumped from Misha to Leo and then to Viktor.
He was the one who gave orders and punishments.
Not Misha.
Misha hunted.
I still remembered the feel of his arm around my throat, the low growl of his breath in my ear as he panted. It had been a frightful thrill that I dreamed of repeating.
Viktor took a step forward, his firm jaw tight but his eyes matching pools of liquid heat. He looked at me like he couldn’t decide whether he wanted to destroy me… or devour me.
Honestly, he could do both at the same time. He’d proven that already.
Leo cut in front of Viktor but stopped out of reach, hands still in his pockets. “Do you work for Anton Pravchenko?”
“Who?” It took a second for the question to settle, but I had answered automatically, the name so foreign in my head that it burst out of me. I looked at each of them in turn, my head swiveling to take them all in. My forehead ached from the force of my frown, but I didn’t even try to smooth it.
They shared a look. I’d either surprised them or disappointed them with my answer.
“Am I supposed to know who that is? Did I mess up an appointment?” If it was something as simple as that, I doubted they’d interrogate me in my lingerie. Then again, they had taken ‘offense’ to my talking about our sex life and punished me for it.
Leo’s face darkened, but he stayed put beside Viktor.
Misha moved to stand just out of sight, and I tried to turn to look at him.
“Eyes on me.” Viktor barked out the command, and I whipped around to stare at him, licking my lips in the process. His gaze dropped to my lips, then wrenched up to meet my eyes. “Has anyone approached you asking for information on the company?”
I shook my head, a no perched on my lips.
Leo cut in before I could answer. “Have you shared any of the private emails we have trusted you with?”
“No. Of course not.” Indignation sparked a different kind of heat in my stomach, and I stood.
Misha’s hand on my shoulder forced me back down on my ass with a thump.
My breaths rasped in and out, the loud sawing sound filling the air.
“I would never.” I needed them to believe me.
Tears once again threatened, and I shoved them way down deep.
“Has something happened? I honor my promises.” I fidgeted with my fingers.
They might not believe me after my blatant disregard for my own rules just now.
Leo stared at me without blinking.
Damn. I understood now why Elena suggested they were Bratva. The way they studied me put me on edge, and for the first time since I’d met them, the sense of danger turned my way.
My flight response kicked in, but I knew if I tried to escape, Misha would be on me in an instant.
They stared like they could read my mind, assessing me in a way they never had before. It raised the hair on my arms and set my heart into overdrive.
Leo’s low rumble sliced the air. “Anton Pravchenko is one of our biggest rivals. It seems he has gained access to some of our company files and is now wreaking havoc on our investments.”
“I would never share company information with anyone outside the firm. I wouldn’t share information with anyone inside the firm unless you told me to.” I licked my lips again, hating the dryness making them feel sticky. “You can search my laptop if you want.” I started to stand.
Misha blocked my path with nothing more than a step in my direction.
Viktor’s stance shifted, and so did the air in the room. “We would rather search your body.”
My… body?
The adrenaline that had been pumping through me fast enough to almost put me in heart failure abated enough to let me think.
Heat filled my face. Had this whole thing been a setup? They played it perfectly, all three of them working together to keep me on edge.
They must be playing a game with me like they did in the playroom. It wouldn’t surprise me if they’d taken my undressing as permission to kick things off.
I mean, it had been. I just hadn’t expected them to pull off an elaborate setup like this at the drop of a hat. My stomach fluttered, the nervousness beginning to shift to something else.
My hands trembled, the adrenaline rush leaving me weak and unsteady.
I’d never learned how to control adrenaline, and a shiver racked my shoulders as it fled.
“My body is yours to search as you see fit.” Come on, girl.
You can do this. You were bold enough to wear lingerie under your dress all day.
You were bold enough to come in here and offer yourself to them.
There’s no reason you can’t be bold enough to do this too.
I uncrossed my ankles and widened my knees, leaning back into the chair.
Viktor’s eyes shuttered, the heat in them enough to set me on fire. Yes. This was the Viktor I knew and understood.
Misha remained slightly in front of me, and his hand skimmed down the side of my cheek. “You have broken your own rules, Peyton. Does this deserve punishment?”
I managed to break my way free of Viktor’s stare and lift my head. “Maybe it does. All I know is I want you. All of you. In here. I’ve been dreaming about this since Leo mentioned shoving me underneath his desk.”
“I did not say shove.” Leo shook his head, a grumble of laughter vibrating his shoulders. “Though I can understand your choice of words thanks to Viktor.” He slapped Viktor on the shoulder. “We have been thinking of having you in here as well. Many different ways.”
Oh, Lord. I’d definitely made the right decision. I stood, coming face to face with Misha, and undid the laces on the corset, slowly revealing the rest of my body to them.
Three sets of eyes on me no longer made me nervous as all three groaned and palmed their cocks.
This was going to be so worth it. I already anticipated their bending me over the desk. Maybe taking me to the couch. I didn’t care. I trusted them to give me pleasure no matter what.
Misha moved my hands away and pushed the lingerie off my shoulders, freeing my breasts.
He palmed them, his thumbs rolling over my aching nipples.
“You will have all that you dreamed of and more. We will fuck you on the desk. Across the desk. You may crawl under the desk and suck Leo’s cock until you drive yourself crazy. All of it. All for you.”
“Yes.” I groaned and reached behind me, searching for something to hold on to as Misha dropped to his knees and nosed my clit. “Misha. Oh, God, Misha.”
“I love this pretty pussy.” He widened my legs and slid his fingers into me, drawing them out and holding them up to the light.
“I would eat it for every meal and never tire. I am, as you have noticed, a predator. I enjoy the hunt, and I enjoy the meal.” His eyes glazed.
“Tonight, you are the meal. And I am going to gorge myself.” He proceeded to do exactly that, eating me out with enough fervor to leave me quaking.
Oh, God. I needed this. I needed him right there, his mouth and hands bringing me pleasure.
Viktor and Leo watched from three steps away, but their eyes held mine, reassurance glowing bright and giving me strength to understand they were not hesitating, only reveling in the moment.