Chapter 30
Chapter Thirty
Thirty minutes earlier…
Alyona
When the intercom at the gate buzzed through the quiet of the house, my heart raced, nearly skipping a beat.
I glanced at the cameras with unease in my gut since we weren’t expecting any deliveries today.
Then, through the speaker, her voice emerged, thick with an accent that stirred a mix of nostalgia and apprehension within me.
“Rodion, Zahkar, I've missed you. Let me in, and I'll show you both just how much.”
Her tone was both flirtatious and teasing.
The words to me, though, felt like a dagger, cracking my heart wide open and lodging a lump of emotion in my throat.
Of course they had someone. Those two men are beautiful, successful, hot as all hell, and a sexual revelation for anyone able to handle them as a duo.
I’d armed myself with a kitchen knife to let her in, just in case, but then I recognized her instantly when she waved off a driver and strolled up the drive. She was from their club in Moscow and worked there. Nita, or Kita, I can’t fucking remember.
Her surprise to see me was evident. They hadn’t told her to expect me here and why would they? They didn’t tell me she was coming either.
Now I’m looking at her across the dining table, trying to keep my racing mind from exploding. Damn, I spilled my guts to them this morning. They must have had a good chuckle about that when they left here.
Will they want me to leave once the nun’s uncle has been dealt with? Do I even want to stay?
God, no.
Seeing them with her, hearing it from down the hall and then having them sleeping next to me while soaked in another female’s scent is unfathomable. They can sleep in bed with her now.
All my muscles tighten, and I have to dig my nails into the flesh of my thigh to stop from breaking her neck. I could say it was an accident. Slipped on one of Roza’s toys. Accidents happen all the time, right?
She’s tapping her stupidly long nails on the side of the mug and tilting her head to observe Roza who is playing on a blanket with her toys.
“Cookie?” I ask with a forced smile, pushing the plate toward her. I’d plated them for myself and planned to eat the whole pile of them to take my mind off of the twins and what they’re out doing, but now I feel nauseated.
“No, I like to keep my figure tight.” She offers me an annoying smile, the tension palpable. Her body isn’t tight, it’s skinny, and there’s a difference. Ugh, but she’s still hot. I wouldn’t expect anything else from those two.
My eye twitches with every thud in my chest. “They didn’t tell me you were stopping by, " I say without sounding like I’m fracturing from the inside out. Pat on the back for me.
“Odd.” She brushes nonexistent lint from her too tight pant leg. “It was always their plan for me to join them once they got settled.”
Thud. Thud. FUCKING THUD.
“Really?” I ask, keeping my tone soft and light. It’s the same one I use for Roza. “It's so weird that they haven’t even mentioned you once.”
I’m being catty, dammit, but it hurts and I don’t know how to deal with this jealousy eating away at me.
In response, she angles her body, crossing one leg over the other and leaning her arm on the table. “Is there a reason to tell you about their girlfriend? Do I need to know something?” She wiggles her finger between Roza and me, and I have to remind myself to breathe.
Girlfriend?
The Madmen of Moscow don’t have girlfriends, they have fuck partners.
Maybe things have changed, Alyona. It's been a couple of years since you.
My inner voice is an asshole and so are those fucking twins. They should have told me they had a girlfriend. A freaking girlfriend. I’m going to puke.
“You look a little green there, Alyona.” The girlfriend says my name and I shake my head to clear it. So, she remembers who I am too. Great, someone else I need to hope doesn’t let slip to people back home.
“Honey, we're home. Don’t be alarmed. Z is naked. We had to burn his clothes.” Rodion’s voice follows the beeping of the alarm being disengaged and I count the pulse throbbing in my neck to keep my composure.
As soon as he rounds the doorframe, he freezes, like a deer caught in the headlights. The stunned look on his face would be comical if I weren’t rotting from the inside out. This is what dying must feel like. Scooping up Roza, I flee.
After pulling Roza’s blankie up over her chest, I stroke her cheek. Her eyes closed as soon as I put her down. I wish I could still take naps.
Busying myself collecting some of her stuff, I quietly close her bedroom door, go to the room I’ve been using, and throw a few of my things into one of the small suitcases I brought here with me.
I can’t fucking stay here. No way. I won’t run but I won’t stay here either.
It’s about time I got us our own apartment.
Viktor will give me work and the twins and I can co-parent like normal people do.
Tears burn my eyes, and I swipe them angrily from my cheeks.
If they’re fucking her down there, I might die for real.
Rubbing at the ache in my chest, I take a second to steady my breathing.
This isn’t anger, its grief, and it’s overwhelming.
Grief for what we were, what we could have been. Sadness for having left them in the first place and causing this crack in us all. Sadness for hoping we could mend it.
A startled screech flees my lungs when the door crashes open and bounces off the wall. Rodion enters followed by Z. “What the fuck are you doing?” Z snarls, dipping his eyes to my suitcase. He’s only wearing boxer briefs and shoes, he looks absurd and gorgeous.
Damn him.
“I’m not running, Z. I was just going to stay with Vika to give you all some space,” I lie, scrubbing my eyes. I’d rather stay on a park bench than with Vika.
“The fuck you are,” Z growls, snatching my suitcase and tipping the contents out all over the floor.
“Was that necessary?” I blanch.
“Yes,” they both say in unison.
This room feels too small with them in it, caging me in. A determination radiating from them both is leaving the air too thick to draw breath.
“Let’s get one thing straight.” Rodion takes purposeful steps toward me, crowding his full body over mine and making my heart leap. “You live here. This is your home.” His intense gaze bores into me. “Is that clear?”
“What about your girlfriend?” The word girlfriend almost sticks in my throat.
“Nikita works for us. She’s here to do a job at the club, nothing else.” His breath brushes against my skin sending a wave of goosebumps over my flesh.
“But you were fucking her.” I swallow hard and chance looking up into his face. The air squeezes from my lungs. There’s no color in his eyes, just shrouded black smoke from his blown pupils.
“And you were fucking some small-cocked, weak-spined asshole, but that was then and this is now.”
Touché.
“And what is now?” I ask, hearing the vulnerability crack in my own voice.
“Now, we show you how much we fucking missed you.”
My mouth pops open in surprise, but before I can articulate a single thought, his large palms cradle my face firmly.
In an instant, he crashes his lips against mine, in an all-consuming kiss that feels both crushing and electrifying.
The heat of his tongue battles with my own, igniting a fire deep within me.
The world around us fades and all that’s left is raw, desperate need.
I lose myself to the kiss, to him. He fucks my mouth with his tongue like it’s his life mission, devouring all the moans he elicits from my body.
Pulling back, he drinks me in, lips swollen, eyes glassed over, chest panting and then Z’s hard body is behind me, twisting my hair in his fist, tilting my head back so I have no choice but to look up at him.
“We’re going to show you how much we fucking love you,” he confesses and euphoria washes through my bloodstream. My body trembles with anticipation.
This is real.
This is happening.
Rodion’s mouth nips and licks down my neck, his palm splaying at the base of my throat in ownership, while Z sucks and tastes the skin over my shoulder, neck, and back.
It’s a full assault on the senses. Our movements are hurried and desperate as we remove the boundaries of clothes between us.
When I’m bare between them, skin-to-skin, my eyes lock with Rodion, and he grasps me under the arms, lifting me.
My legs wrap around his waist on instinct, memory, and there’s no waiting, no teasing, we all fucking need this now.
He maneuvers me straight down onto his thick, firm shaft, gliding me down the full length, stretching me around his girth, making us both hiss from the delicious contact.
“Fuck, I could watch you take my cock for the rest of my damn life and not tire of it,” he hisses through clenched teeth. “You’re soaked, Alyona.”
Crashing my back against the nearest wall, he fucks me, hard and punishing, taking everything from my body.
Z’s lips skitter across Rodion’s shoulders, his hands slipping around Rodion’s waist and dipping between my folds, pushing the pad of his thumb against my needy throbbing clit.
Rodion’s lips kiss, taste, tease my neck, jaw, chest. Rough hands grasp fistfuls of my hair, tilting my head to give him more access.
He drives into me, bucking his hips and I grind and rotate my hips, giving back everything he’s giving me.
Z increases the pressure swirling his thumb on my clit and pushes two fingers into my mouth.
I swirl my tongue over them as if it were his dick.
“Make them wet for Rodion’s ass, Alyona.” He tells me and my muscles contract at the thought.
Z slips the fingers from my mouth, and I feel when he pushes them into Rodion’s ass, because Rodion tenses, his groans rumbling from his chest, cock twitching inside my walls.
He increases the speed of his hips pounding into me, his balls slapping against my ass.
The head of his cock stroking where I need him, extracting a scream from my lungs as little sparks of pleasure flood through my limbs.
My cunt contracts around his thickness, pulsing with my release and forcing his own from him.
Wet heat fills my pussy, sweat clings to my skin, and every inch of my flesh is hyper aware to every touch.
Z takes me from Rodion, and I mourn the loss of his cock inside until Z cradles me to his body and inhales the crook of my neck.
“I’ve missed your scent, love. Your taste, the needy little moans you make when you need to come. ”
The timbre in his voice vibrates against my tits, and then he lowers us to the bed, me sitting in his lap. “Sit on my dick, Alyona, I need to fill you up.”
Tilting my hips, I glide down the length of him, Rodion’s cum easing the stretch, his girth causing a little sting of pain in the best way.
Rodion’s palm pushes between my shoulder blades, forcing Z to lie back and me to cover his torso. Swiping up the cum that’s seeped out of me onto Z’s thighs, Rodion slides his fingers along my ass crack and then pushes against the puckered ring.
“Want to take us both, love?” Rodion asks, and my lips devour Z’s on a needy sob, my hips twisting and lifting over Z’s cock. “I’m going to take that as a yes.” Ro chuckles, pushing a finger into my ass, causing pressure there. “Relax for me.” His voice is like crushed velvet and smoke.
Z grips my hips, slowing my movements. Rodion uses more cum, pushing in two fingers and pumping past the ringed muscles. “God you’re so fucking tight,” he groans, replacing his fingers with the head of his cock. “This might hurt a little, milaya.” Sweetheart.
I bite into Z’s plump bottom lip when Rodion’s cock pushes inside me, inch by delicious inch, until he fills my ass to the brim.
It burns, the pressure and sensations overriding my brain and when they begin moving in tandem, my mind splinters as pleasure like I’ve never experienced touches every nerve within my body.
“Fuck, I can feel you both.” Z roars, bucking his hips up into me. Two sets of hands, two pairs of lips, two unyielding cocks taking ownership of my body.
When they move, I move, as if we are one pulse, one thrum in the rhythm of music our bodies create. We flow together seamlessly, skin against skin, souls reuniting. We ebb and flow, lost in bliss.
Like a wave in the ocean, we crest and crash.
Over and over and over.