43. Thea
43
Thea
5 months later
D iaphanous drapes across the glass doors leading out onto the balcony fluttered in the warm wind, cooling my overheated skin. I stretched and arched my back, biting back a groan as Landon spread my thighs and nibbled my swollen clit.
Next to me, Kyril stirred but didn’t wake. On my other side, Dario opened his eyes and blinked. His gaze lingered on my exposed breasts before sliding down to the man between my legs.
“Damn, he got there first,” he grumbled, running a large hand across my curved belly. My seven-month pregnant belly rippled as the baby moved. He grinned with delight before dipping his head and sucking a swollen breast into his mouth.
This time, I couldn’t contain my loud moan. My breasts were so sensitive that I often climaxed purely from them being played with, which we’d discovered when Cassian edged me for hours one night shortly after we moved here. The bastard.
He’d claimed it was a punishment for leaving them at New Year. I called bullshit, but it didn’t stop him from spanking my ass until it burned and then tormenting my tits until I came multiple times.
“Kitten, you’re awake,” Kyril growled, rolling onto his side and fixing me with a hard stare. I moaned louder as Landon did something amazing with his tongue.
“Please,” I cried. “I need to come!”
“Make our girl come,” Kyril ordered, “So I can fuck her.”
Lan looked up, his face gleaming with my arousal.
“She’s mine. Go do something useful, like cook breakfast. I’m going to need a stack of pancakes to restore my energy once I’ve made my wifey come ten times.”
“My wife!” Kyril growled like an angry bear.
“Not yet!” We still hadn’t arranged a wedding, and I was beginning to think it might never happen. Not that I minded. The whole legal marriage shit was just a formality. The bratva knew I carried Kyril’s baby, the next heir. Everyone we’d met had seemed happy about it. Happy a baby was on the way.
I rolled my eyes at their bickering, feeling my impending orgasm slip away. Frustration took hold. What was the point of having five boyfriends if they were too busy arguing to give me decent orgasms?
“If one of you doesn’t fucking make me come, I’ll do it myself!” I tried to reach down to rub my clit, but Dario grabbed my hand and kissed it.
“I’ll make you come, cara ,” he promised, cupping my heavy breast and licking my nipple. I sighed with pleasure as his teeth grazed the pebbled nub. He sucked harder, the delicious pull of his hot, wet mouth pushing me higher. Then Kyril latched onto my other breast, and I was gone, crashing over the edge with a sharp cry.
Landon doubled down between my thighs, using his fingers to extend my orgasm and push me into a new one. It felt like I was coming for hours, non-stop pleasure.
By the time they let me come back down to earth, I lay on the bed, wrung out, soaked in sweat, and ready for a few more hours of sleep. But we weren’t done. Not at all.
“Suck Dario’s cock while I fuck you, wifey.” Landon threw a sly grin at Dar. “I like seeing you pleasure him.”
Dar glared at him while Kyril snorted. Landon loved to wind Dario up by hinting he had a sexual interest in him. I kind of hoped he would cross that line, but Dario was not at all receptive. Sadly. The thought of my guys getting it on together while I watched was a favorite fantasy of mine.
“Fuck you, pretty boy. I’ll do it for her, not you.”
“Yes please,” I moaned. “I want you to fuck my mouth, Dar.”
He got on his knees while Landon sank into my hot heat, groaning loudly.
“Fuck, you feel amazing!”
Dar’s thick cock slid between my lips as Landon watched while I reached down and wrapped my fist around Kyril’s shaft. He squeezed my breast and nibbled my neck as Landon began to move. Slowly at first, then faster as he chased his orgasm.
“That’s it, cara ,” Dario murmured before breaking into Italian as he came hard down my throat.
Landon followed him over the edge with a low groan. Kyril unceremoniously pushed him aside, ignoring Lan’s curses. He flipped me over and plunged inside me from behind. God, he was so big. Every time I felt like my pussy was in danger of splitting apart like a ripe melon. Not that he ever hurt me. He always took great care to ensure I was more than ready for him.
“That’s it, malyshka , you feel so good. So tight around my cock.”
Dar’s hand cupped my tit as he lay on his side, still hard, despite having just come. His thumb rubbed my nipple, and I moaned. I wasn’t sure I could come again, but hell, I was willing to give it a shot. For science.
Kyril thrust into me, slow and deep, stretching me to my limit. With each drag of his cock, I climbed a little higher, helped along by Dar’s mouth on my breasts. Lan seemed happy to watch while stroking his cock.
The bedroom door swung open. “Hey, are you guys getting… oh .” Milo. I heard him pad across the room and the sound of shorts hitting the floor. The mattress dipped as he sat down, eyes glued to my swinging breasts. “Damn, I wish I’d stayed in bed now instead of hitting the surf.” My hot nerd had discovered surfing since we moved here.
I turned to face him, leaning in for a salty kiss. He smelled of the sea and coconut.
“You can join me for my afternoon nap later. Just you and me, nerd boy.”
Landon immediately protested. “Hey! Not fair!” He pouted. “I deserve some Thea-alone-time.”
“You deserve fuck all,” Dario scoffed. “Learn to share.”
I ignored them, my focus on Kyril’s fingers as he stroked my clit, giving me another orgasm.
“Fuck!” Kyril shuddered as he came hard, pulsing inside me. Our combined release trickled out down my thighs once he pulled out, but I didn’t care.
“Can I?” Milo asked, almost hesitantly. He loved to watch, but rarely joined in with the others, as he found too much physical stuff overwhelming.
“You want to fuck me?”
He nodded. “Yes, please.”
“Better hurry up. Cassian will be along shortly,” Lan predicted with a smirk.
“You snooze, you lose.” I turned to Milo. “Lie back and let me ride you. It’s easier with this big baby belly in the way.” Once Milo was in position, I straddled him, taking hold of his shaft and guiding it inside me. I was so wet that he slipped in easily. He groaned softly, cupping my breasts with stars in his eyes.
“I love you.”
“I love you, too.” He smiled as I began to move. Slowly at first, rolling my hips while resting my hands on his lean chest. He felt so damn good. I never wanted this to end. But soon it would. Soon we’d have a baby to care for, and then lazy mornings in bed, making love, would be few and far between.
After so many orgasms, I didn’t expect to come again; my body still hummed with pleasure from the last one. I just wanted to make Milo feel good. Like he did every day when he went out of his way to make me feel loved and cherished. But to my surprise, his orgasm triggered mine, and I fell apart with a soft “oh” as he tensed and released inside me.
Cassian had missed all the fun, and I felt bad about that as I wandered into the shower on shaky legs. But I needn’t have. The moment I stepped under the hot jets, I felt him move behind me, his hands on my hips.
“Have you been a naughty girl?” he whispered in my ear.
“I thought you were busy,” I sassed.
“I’m never too busy for you, baby.” He tucked my now much longer hair behind my ear and kissed the sweet spot just below. “Let’s get you nice and clean so I can dirty you up again.” I tried to protest, but the feel of his strong fingers massaging shampoo into my scalp, followed by delicious vanilla body wash around my breasts and between my thighs, soon perked me up.
When he slid inside me, I moaned. We made slow, lazy love as the water cascaded over us, and when I came for the last time, it was more of a minor tremor than an earthquake, but no less satisfying.
Once we were both clean and sated, he rubbed me down with a soft, fluffy towel, and then carried me back into the bedroom. Someone had changed the sheets and laid out a new bikini for me. This one was in hot pink with cute little daisies on the cups. I loved it.
“I have a surprise for you,” Cassian said as he walked out of the closet wearing a pair of board shorts.
“Oh?” I pulled a comb through my hair and frowned. It needed a trim, but that would involve leaving the house, which I detested. Maybe I’d watch a YouTube video and do it myself. The last time I tried it, the results weren’t too shocking.
“Come downstairs when you’re ready,” was all he said before strolling off. Damn, that man was handsome. The sea air and sunshine had done him the world of good, giving him a healthy glow.
“Thea!” Verity nearly knocked me over when I walked into the kitchen, my stomach growling at the smell of coffee, eggs, and bacon. I missed coffee like crazy, but until the baby arrived, coffee was on the banned list. Being pregnant sucked.
“I’ve missed you,” she cried, peppering my face with kisses, making me giggle.
When she finally let me go, I looked her over with a frown. She’d shot up in the four months since we’d last seen each other, and her dark hair now had caramel highlights. My sweet little sister was turning into a heart breaker. I thanked God she was in a girls’ only boarding school. The security there was top-notch, which meant she had very few opportunities for mixing with boys. As far as I was concerned, it would stay that way until she was at least 30.
“You’ve grown. Dammit, Ver, you’re going to need new clothes!”
My sister shrugged nonchalantly. “It’s fine. I have a card I use for buying sh— stuff like that.”
“A card? From who? I send you a monthly allowance!”
Her lips quirked up in an innocent smile. “Cassian sent me a card when I told him I didn’t have enough money for a dress for the Spring Ball.”
That conniving little minx! “The money I put in your school account is more than enough to buy dresses, Ver!”
She shrugged and examined her nails. “Not the dresses I like.” I glared at Cassian. He had to stop spoiling her. He and Dario were equally bad at saying ‘no’ to Verity. She fluttered her eyelashes and the pair of them rolled over like suckers.
“Don’t worry, the card has a modest limit, and I keep a close eye on what she spends,” Cassian said in a low voice when he handed me a cup of lemon and ginger tea. “Now stop worrying. Stress is bad for the baby.” Ver kissed me on the cheek and scampered off to unpack.
“Sit down and eat, Malyshka ,” Kyril ordered in a stern voice. “Eden is taking you shopping.”
“Eden’s here?” What the fuck was going on? First Verity and now Eden? Although, this shouldn’t have been a massive surprise. Eden often accompanied Verity when she flew over to see me. The private jet was perfectly safe, but I didn’t like her flying alone.
“Damn right I’m here, bitches!” my friend sang as she sauntered in, her hair a lovely lilac color.
“Oh look, Psycho Barbie’s here,” Lan teased before he collapsed on the floor, groaning because she’d punched him in the dick.
“That was uncalled for,” he coughed, looking ill.
“I hate that name,” she snapped. “It triggers me.” We shared a look, both of us recalling the awful night where my father’s enforcer met with a sticky end in a creepy barn. Not that either of us regretted what happened. At least I didn’t.
Kyril placed food in front of me and I sat down, shoveling it into my mouth while Eden filled me on all the gossip from her life. She and Michael were still together. Kind of. They seemed to have an on-off relationship, which I’d long since given up offering her advice on. I had the feeling they enjoyed the makeup sex that followed an argument, which was fair. I sometimes picked arguments with Dar for that same reason.
After she’d run out of gossip, Eden disappeared to take a shower, leaving me alone with the guys.
Just as I finished my breakfast, Kyril’s phone rang. He listened for a few moments before talking in Russian. I caught him smiling, which made me curious. Kyril mostly scowled when he got phone calls since they usually related to problems.
Whoever this person was, they were apparently imparting good news.
“Everything OK?” I asked when he finished the call.
“Better than OK.” He pulled my chair out and lifted me like I weighed nothing before placing me on his lap. “That was Andrej Lev.”
“Who’s he?” I didn’t recall hearing that name before.
“The Lev brothers are associates of mine. Independent contractors , you might call them.”
“He means hit men,” Milo said while scrolling through his phone. Landon and Cassian didn’t seem surprised. Maybe they knew who the Lev brothers were.
“OK, so why did this Lev guy call you?”
Kyril dropped a kiss on my cheek before grinning smugly.
“I gave them the contract to eliminate Marku. It’s taken longer than we anticipated, but the Romanian and his allies are all out of the picture.”
“Dead as opposed to in prison?” Where my father languished. Last I’d heard, he wasn’t having a good time. Kyril told me several of his guys had transferred into the prison and were currently making my father’s life a misery. Not that I cared. He was dead to me.
“Yes. Dead. A bomb took Marku out while he was entertaining guests on his yacht moored off the coast of Constan?a.”
“Were any innocents killed?” Marku deserved to end up fish food, but I didn’t like to think the crew, or worse, any women he’d dragged on board to entertain him and his ‘guests’, had died too.
“No, kotenok . Andrej arranged for the food and drink to be drugged. He and his guys pulled the crew and girls off before setting explosives. Nobody innocent died.”
I sighed with relief. “Thank you.” Knowing Marku was still out there, searching for me, had led to a few sleepless nights. Now I could finally relax.