Taken

Chapter Twenty One #2

I nod, agreeing with him.

There’s no use in arguing against him.

Since Alessandro is already a part of her life, I’m sure she’ll have a good understanding of the type of man that he is.

And as long as he is good to her, that’s all that matters.

We all fall silent again, but it’s a comfortable silence now.

Soon after, we change the subject once more, now talking about business matters.

But for some reason, I can’t shake the thought of our little sister, of the love she will receive, and the life she will live.

And as we move on to other matters, I catch Mikhail’s gaze once more as a silent agreement passes between us.

We’ll protect them both, our sister, and our woman, exactly how we’ve promised to.

We took longer than we hoped for, but at least we’re home now.

The air inside feels different, like it always does after we’ve been away for some time.

As soon as Mikhail and I step through the doors, we’re hit with the wind of laughter, and that familiar melodic sound tugs at something deep inside me.

Chiara.

I glance over at my brother, and together, we both head towards the source of the sound without even uttering a word.

As we round the corner, I spot her.

She’s sitting with our father, laughing so freely beside our father that it makes something in my chest tighten.

He says something to her, and although I can’t hear his words clearly from here, I see the way she smiles so wide at him that it makes my heart skip a beat.

Mikhail grumbles under his breath, his lips curling into something close to a snarl, his words loud enough for our father to hear.

“Our old man is eager to steal our girl.”

I can’t help myself but laugh quietly.

It’s hard not to feel a little protective whenever we catch them both together like this; our father so eager to act fatherly towards her, and Chiara never hesitating to soak it all up.

Before I can say anything to Mikhail, she spots us.

Her eyes light up, and she practically leaps from her seat, rushing over towards us both with a bright smile plastered on her face.

Our father doesn’t even seem bothered by it, he just watches her go, his eyes twinkling with something like approval.

Chiara reaches us in a flash, throwing her arms around both of us in one go.

Her touch is warm, comforting, like it always is.

We both wrap our arms around her body, holding her close to us.

She’s the centre of everything, and I feel that truth in every beat of my heart.

“I’ve missed you both.”

She says, pulling back just enough to look up at us.

Her cheeks are flushed, and her eyes are sparkling.

“We’ve missed you more.”

Mikhail says, his voice low, but full of affection as he cups her face in his hands.

I follow suit, rubbing my thumb over her cheek.

“And you’re looking as beautiful as ever, darling.”

She laughs softly, looking down at the floor briefly as a soft pink tint creeps up her neck.

Then, as she looks back up at us, her lips curl into a mischievous grin.

“So, are you both hungry?”

She asks us, and I know what she’s doing.

That playful tone gets to us every damn time.

I glance over at Mikhail, sharing a look with my brother before I turn back to Chiara, giving her a sly smile of my own.

“Oh, we’re starving.” I say, leaning in closer to whisper against her lips. “We’re very hungry indeed.”

Her cheeks flush a deeper red as she immediately looks away from us, but I can see the amusement in her eyes.

I know exactly what she’s thinking.

She’s got that glint in her eye, the one she always gets whenever she’s about to tease us, or whenever she’s trying to hide the way she becomes affected by us.

Before she can say anything else, Mikhail and I take her by her hands, leading her towards our bedroom.

Our footsteps are quick as we guide her into our space.

Though there are smiles on our faces, there’s a tension in the air that only the three of us understand.

It’s the kind of tension that builds between us, a kind of hunger, not only for food, but for each other.

For Chiara.

She may have laughed and teased, but she knows exactly what we want.

It’s what she wants too.

And in a moment, I know we’ll take care of her in every way she needs us to.

The door closes behind us, the sound of the outside world fading as we step inside, and just for a moment, it’s only the three of us here, the world outside no longer important.

It never is when we’re with her.

She’s all that we see.

She’s all that we want.

She’s all that we need.

Mikhail’s on her before I can even catch my breath, his hands in her hair, tilting her head back as his mouth claims hers.

The kiss is all heat and hunger, his fingers already tugging at the bottom of her dress, needing her naked between us.

She melts into him so easily, her soft little whimpers filling the room, and fuck—it’s been too long since we’ve had her like this.

Mikhail’s hands move fast as I watch, stripping her out of her clothes like he’s been starving for her—and we have been.

Every moment away from her…every second spent apart…

It’s a slow torture.

Chiara moans softly into our room, moving closer to him as her bare skin meets his.

Her hands wander all over, pulling at his shirt, needing more from him.

But then she pulls back just enough to turn her head, her eyes finding mine across the room.

“Nikolai…” She whispers, soft and sweet, but there’s a breathless little plea in the way she says my name. “Come here.”

I should.

I should move.

But for a moment, the only thing I can do is stand there, and stare at her.

Her skin is flushed, her lips are swollen from Mikhail’s kiss, and her hair is a wild halo around her face.

She’s so fucking beautiful.

Mikhail’s fingers skim down her ribs, across her stomach, making her squirm.

“You should see yourself, beauty.” He murmurs, nipping at her jaw. “Laid out for us like this, already so needy.”

She blushes, but she doesn’t look away.

“Nikolai.” She says again in a softer voice. “Please.”

Fuck.

I’m moving before I’ve even realised it.

Positioning myself between her knees, I slide my hands up her bare thighs, spreading her open for me.

She gasps, her hips moving instinctively, offering herself to me without any hesitation.

“You want my mouth, darling?” I rasp, my fingers tracing the soft, slick heat between her legs. “You want me to taste you?”

She nods, her breath catching when I lower my head, but I don’t touch her.

Not yet.

I hover over her, breathing her in, the scent of her arousal hitting me at once.

My fingers slide higher, spreading her folds, watching her glisten for us.

“Look at you.” I murmur, more to myself than to her. “So. Fucking. Perfect.”

Mikhail kneels beside her, his hand sliding into her hair, angling her head so she can look down at me.

“Watch him taste what belongs to us.”

Her breathing stutters as she watches us from under hooded lids, and when I finally press my mouth to her, her whole body jerks as a soft cry spills from her lips.

I groan against her, my tongue sliding through her wet folds, tasting her, claiming her, in a way that leaves no room for doubt.

She is ours.

Always.

Forever.

“Sweet fucking heaven.” I growl as I continue licking her, my tongue curling deep as I taste every inch. “You were made for us, Chiara.”

I watch Mikhail stroke her cheek, kissing her softly as I feast on her.

The three of us are locked together in a moment so perfect, so right, it’s almost too much.

Almost.

But we’re nowhere near done.

Chiara’s thighs tremble around my head, her soft cries echoing in my ears as I devour her, licking and sucking like I’m a man starved.

And in a way, I am.

We’ve been apart for too long; too many hours have been spent without her taste on my tongue, without her scent filling my lungs, without her body spread out for us like this.

I grip her hips, holding her still as I press my tongue deeper, curling it inside her, dragging a long moan from her lips.

She’s so slick, so soft, so perfectly ours, and every flutter of her walls, every helpful rock of her hips, only takes her one step closer.

She belongs to us.

Completely.

“Fuck, Chiara.”

I groan, dragging my lips over her clit, sucking it into my mouth until her entire body jolts.

She wraps her fingers in my hair, pulling me closer, forcing me to remain against her like she needs me there, like she can’t bear the thought of losing contact for even a second.

My tongue circles her clit again, then I slide two fingers inside her wetness, curling them until I find that perfect spot which makes her gasp.

“There it is.” I murmur against her skin, teasing her with my breath. “Give it to me, darling. Let me taste you as you come.”

She clamps her thighs around my head, and then she falls apart.

Her back arches as a beautiful moan spills from her throat.

I hold her down, my fingers thrusting slow and deep as my tongue works her through it, and I don’t let her go until she’s coated my mouth and my chin, and until she’s dripping down onto my fingers.

When I finally do lift my head, I find that her scent is everywhere, and her taste is smeared all across my face.

I don’t bother wiping it away.

I want Chiara to see it; to see herself on me, to see her marking me in the same way that we mark her.

And as I drag my eyes up her body, my breath catches in my throat.

Because Chiara is no longer just lying beside Mikhail—no.

Her soft, trembling hands are working to open his jeans, tugging them down slowly.

Her cheeks are still flushed, and her breathing is still uneven, but there’s a hunger in her eyes that makes my cock throb all over again.

She’s learning.

She’s becoming bolder.

She’s becoming ours.

My brother groans above her, his head falling back as her small hand wraps around his cock, stroking him slow and uncertainly, but eagerly too.

“That’s it, beauty.” Mikhail murmurs, his voice rough and low, but full of praise all at the same time. “Just like that.”

Chiara looks up at him with wide, trusting eyes, and it’s enough to make me want to climb up and claim her mouth right there and then.

But I can’t move.

I’m rooted in my place, caught somewhere between pride and primal jealousy at the sight of her touching him like that, leaning in closer as her lips parts open, and her tongue flicks out to taste him.

“Fuck!” He hisses between his teeth, his hand sliding into her hair to guide her closer. “So. Goddamn. Perfect.”

She’s still so shy, still so hesitant, but she’s so fucking eager to please.

Her tongue swirls over the head of my brother’s cock, her lips parting wider as she takes him deeper into her mouth.

My own cock throbs at the sight of them together like that; this sweet, innocent girl whose lips are stretched around my brother’s cock, her taste still smeared on my face.

Mikhail tugs her upward, his mouth crashing down onto hers as they kiss.

Messy.

Breathless.

So fucking beautiful.

Her mouth is still wet from him, but he doesn’t even care.

The sight of them together like this, tangled up in pure need and want, is almost too much.

Almost.

I move in, sliding my hand up her body, cupping her jaw between my fingers.

And when Mikhail finally breaks the kiss, I take her mouth for myself; tasting her, tasting him.

Tasting us all tangled together.

Chiara moans softly against my lips, her arms around my neck.

The trust our girl has in us steals my breath.

She is ours.

Always.

Forever.