CHAPTER SIXTY-TWO #2
“You know the answer to that question.” He spoke around my finger. “You’re Tierney Callaghan. Everyone wants to fuck you. You’ll be a gorgeous notch on my belt.”
I forced myself to laugh as Alex plucked a champagne flute from the bar next to us and handed it to me. I took a sip. “How long is the belt?”
His smoldering gaze slid down my body. “Almost as long as something else of mine.”
“Subtle.” I pushed more alcohol between my lips. “I’ll consider it, but only if he joins us.”
“You think your little boyfriend wants to see his girlfriend get railed by the man who is about to take over his business?”
The cockiness of this man was almost as breathtaking as his appearance.
“I didn’t say watch.” I smirked coolly. “I said join.”
A pitiless sneer touched his mouth, and he reached to caress my jaw softly. “No man is ever going to fucking touch me.”
“He’ll be touching me only.”
“Hard pass.” He stepped back, eyes narrowing on my own. “Temptation” by New Order reverberated against the walls of the bar, and I couldn’t think of a more perfect song.
Alex was calling my bluff, waiting for me to back down from my ultimatum, but that wasn’t going to happen.
Either I was including Achilles in this, or I wasn’t doing it at all.
I parked my elbows on the bar behind me. “Turn around and walk away, pretty boy. I’m not doing this without my fiancé.”
Alex did exactly that. His movement was swift and uncaring, as he spun on his heel and ambled off. I watched him take five steps before turning around and slicing through the crowd back to me.
“He isn’t going to touch me,” he warned through clenched teeth.
I grinned. “I know it might come as a shock to you, Lyosha, but not everyone wants to fuck you.”
“I’m only agreeing to this because I know you fucking need this to move on.”
“Hey.” I held up a hand. “I haven’t even agreed to do it yet. There’s one more piece we still haven’t talked about.”
“Enlighten me.” He was losing patience, and I couldn’t blame him. Achilles asked him for this, and while he agreed to the act, he never consented to my never-ending roasting.
“Tiernan won’t be happy,” I said.
“Tiernan’s never happy. Any other objections?”
My smile widened. “No.”
Achilles chose this moment to reappear. He looked drunk as hell, eyes red-rimmed and hair in disarray. He looked beyond pissed, but as soon as he spotted us, he smoothed his expression over to something blank and businesslike.
“Had a nice chat?” Achilles kissed the side of my neck.
“An interesting one for sure.” I slithered under his arm and burrowed into him.
Achilles leveled his glare on Alex. “Hale’s not here yet.”
“All the better. You cannot face him in your state.”
Achilles’s nostrils flared. “You better watch your mou—”
“Who wants to skinny-dip in the indoor pool?” I asked, smiling brightly. “I’ve heard all about it. It’s supposed to be pitch-black, right? With benches overlooking the skyline?”
“Oh, I want to see the pool too!” Katya said excitedly, inserting herself into our conversation.
“Absolutely not.” Alex turned a slight shade of green.
“Maybe Enzo can show it to you some other time.” I patted her shoulder, stifling a laugh. “We have a business meeting to conduct.”
Katya skulked to the far end of the bar with her tail tucked between her legs. I made a mental note to extend an olive branch to her. She hadn’t actually wronged me in any way or capacity, and she was young. We women needed to stick together.
“Are you sure about this?” Achilles turned to me. “You don’t have to, if you don’t want to.”
I grabbed his face and kissed him hard in front of the entire bar. When we disconnected, I whispered, “We’re doing this together, and we’re smashing that invisible wall that’s stopping us. Now, lead the way.”
He snatched my hand, and we slinked out of the bar, Alex matching our pace. We poured into a dim hallway and toward a second set of doors leading to the recreational center.
“Are you sure about this?” I whispered to Achilles.
“You wanted to be sure I’m a choice,” he said. “This is how you’ll know.”
We reached the gym first—it was decorated with dark tiles and blond wood accents—then passed the spas and sauna. Elevator music and eucalyptus scents entwined around my body. The temperature kept rising the farther we ventured away from the club.
“The heated pool’s closed to the public from ten at night until ten in the morning. We’ll have privacy there.” Achilles stopped by a frosted-glass door, punched in a code, and it swung back automatically, revealing a dark-palette pool with a floor-to-ceiling window overlooking the entire city.
Vapor rose from the glasslike body of water, curling up like cigarette smoke. A soft click sounded from behind me as Achilles fastened the lock on the door. “You touch her wrong, you bruise her, you make her feel unsafe, and—”
“You and I both know that’ll never happen.
” Lyosha shrugged off his navy jacket, folding it neatly over a black concrete bench which sat flat against the wall.
“This is why you turned to me with this particular request.” He undid his cuff links meticulously.
His eyes never wavered from me as he undressed.
A hunger lived in them—some malice, too.
Lyosha wasn’t the worst of the mobsters I’d met, but he was still Igor’s son.
And he still had an unsatiable appetite for whatever didn’t belong to him.
That included me.
Achilles lowered himself to the bench, a safe spot for him to watch, while I unzipped the back of my dress.
“Don’t bother. You’ll be joining us.” I let the dress pool around my feet, stepping out of it and kicking it against the door.
“Tierney,” Achilles warned.
“I want to feel you too when I feel him inside me.” I unclipped my bra, then shimmied down my panties. “Besides, he is game as long as you two don’t touch.”
Achilles and Alex exchanged looks. When I turned to watch the pakhan, he was already fully undressed, his magnificent, bronze six-pack on full display. He was hard, pumping his long shaft lazily, eyes licking me from head to toe. “Come and join the fun, Ferrante. I’m in a charitable mood.”
To my surprise, Achilles sprawled against the wall, spreading his muscular thighs, one hand resting on his knee, and smirked. “Why don’t you two start and I’ll join in on the fun if I see you can’t please my woman, Lyosha?”
He’d never called him that before.
Alex flashed him a wolfish grin. “Challenge accepted.”
He reached to his folded trousers and produced a condom.
Ambling in my direction with the confidence of an undefeated warrior, he knew he was formidable and delectable, even stark naked.
His hand palmed my cheek. My breathing became hard and labored.
I didn’t know what turned me on more: the fact this gorgeous, powerful creature, the head of the Bratva, was touching me or the fact that the love of my life was watching and letting it happen.
“Ognennaya krasotka.” Fiery beauty. “The boys at the camp crowned you the prettiest every year.” His hand slid from my jawline, his thumb capturing my chin and tilting my face up to look at him. “You’re still the prettiest of them all.”
I opened my mouth to bite out something snarky, but he smashed his lips against mine.
I gasped, stumbling backward. My knee-jerk reaction was to fight him off, but then the pleasant taste of vodka and desire flooded my mouth and senses, and my muscles relaxed, letting him do what he wanted.
Alex deepened the kiss, his tongue flicking mine playfully, exploring the corners of my mouth as he pushed his body against mine until I could feel all of him.
His thick cock pulsated against my stomach, leeching onto it hungrily.
I tried to keep my pleasure restrained for Achilles’s sake, but when Alex’s hand traveled from my thigh up to my waist, clutching it as he crowded me onto the first step of the pool, I let out a moan.
“You’re delicious.” He bit my bottom lip, sucking away the pain before I could feel it. “Now I know what all the fuss is about.”
My breasts felt heavy and full, and I ground them against his pecs, which were defined and smooth. I parted my legs just an inch, enough for his thigh to do the rest and slide between them. He pressed hard against my clit, my arousal for him already dripping all over his skin.
“I think.” Alex moved his lips from my mouth to my neck, licking a warm path down to my collarbone, biting softly. “I’ll have no trouble satisfying your fiancée judging by how wet she is for me. Put my condom on me.” He deposited the slippery item between my fingers.
I reached for his cock with shaky hands, refusing to be the one to back down from this.
“With your mouth.”
Halting, I darted my eyes to Achilles. Alex quickly captured my chin, bringing my attention back to him. “Don’t ask for his permission. He’s been killing every single motherfucker who dared to give you pleasure. This is yours. Own it.”
Swallowing back a gasp, I pushed the condom between my lips and dropped to my knees, taking in Alex’s huge cock.
Pale, veiny, and uncircumcised but just as monstrous as Achilles’s.
Shifting forward on my knees, I wrapped my lips around his tip, using them to roll the condom along his shaft.
I hadn’t done it before, and when I pulled back to examine my work, it was only halfway done.
Alex gave it a rough tug to sheath himself completely with a satisfied groan. “Up.”
I stood and elevated an eyebrow. “What now, big guy?”
He gripped my ass and hoisted me up. My legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, and the ridge of his dick was now rubbing right against my clit. I threw my head back and moaned. “Jesus.”
“Hmm. What were you going to say?” Lyosha’s fingers dug into the flesh of my ass. He descended the stairway into the heated pool, his mouth traveling across my upper body, exploring, biting, and licking.
“D-don’t talk to him like that.”