Chapter Twenty-One
I’m tempted to stab Mikhail in the eye with a fork. I cannot stand being lied to. The silvery metal will look good sticking out of his face. I’m sure of it.
“You said he was onto his next conquest,” I tell Mikhail.
“That is fucked up,” Kaz hisses. “You were supposed to keep an eye on her. Not turn her against me.”
“A conquest could mean anything,” Mikhail points out. “For instance, the hit you just did was a conquest. Just in a different sense.”
“We all know what you implied.” Kaz looks at me with regret in his eyes. “I’m sorry, beautiful. I shouldn’t have trusted my brother to tell you the truth.”
“It’s okay. It’s not a big deal.”
“It hurt your feelings. I’d say it’s a pretty big deal. You want to tell my brother what happened the last time someone made you cry?”
I can’t help but laugh and shake my head. “You’re not murdering your brother. Mama would kill me if I let you do that while she’s gone.”
“She’d understand.”
“Somehow, I doubt that. Tell me about the job you did,” I say over the rim of my wine glass. I’d rather talk about anything other than how I feel. Anything.
Kaz’s gaze goes to Mikhail as if to ask permission. However, something tells me that Kaz would tell me even without permission. I sip the red wine in my glass while I wait. It’s bitter and sweet, like a tart cherry.
“One of our associates got a little mouthy; I had to go remind him who is in charge.”
“And it took you all day to do that?”
“The warehouse is three hours away one way.”
“Oh,” I say, realization dawning on me. “You should get a closer warehouse.”
His excuse is a valid one. Not that I care about Kaz. I just like having him around. Just being around him now is turning me into a puddle of goo. I can’t control it. It’s like I smell his scent and turn into his willing minion.
“Why? Did you miss me?”
“No. Not even a little. But this place is boring when you’re not around.”
He gives me a charming smile. Butterflies release in my stomach as he places his hand on my bare thigh. No matter how hard I try to tamp the butterflies down, they get wilder. It’s like they grow into full-on birds. He runs a rugged finger up my thigh until he reaches the top of the split in my dress.
“I’m sorry you were bored. Let me make it up to you,” Kaz says, edging his finger dangerously close to my cunt.
His words are like kerosene on a bonfire. All my life, people have called me a slut, even though I’ve never been one to lust after a man; they always were after me. But for Kaz? Yeah, I’m a slut. I’m whatever he wants me to be as long as he hands out good orgasms. At least until I kill him anyway. Hell. I’m ready for him to make me come right here, right now, in front of God and our cooked duck. But he has other ideas.
He stands and takes my hand. “Come on.”
I let him pull me out of my chair like I’m a dog on a leash. We get to the dining room door before he stops and turns around. Kaz looks at his big brother sitting at the table.
“You coming?”
My eyes widen. “W-what?”
Kaz looks at me with adoration. He cups my cheeks tenderly. Mikhail steps up behind him. He looks more nervous than anything. For such a tall man, he seems so vulnerable right now.
“We want to share you,” Kaz whispers. “The two of us. Is that something you’re okay with?”
My mouth goes dry. Am I okay with that? It’s one thing for me to be watched as I’m having sex. It’s entirely another to allow two large dicks in me at once. That’s something I’ve never done before. Kaz alone was enough to stretch me. Adding in Mikhail, too? I saw his cock yesterday. Taking him would be a feat. Yet, I can’t say I don’t want to. The idea of having them inside me only turns me on more.
“You two think you can handle me?” I ask, covering up my need with bravado.
I have no idea how I manage to keep my voice level. Confidence has never been something I’ve lacked, but the confidence to take two dicks? Yeah, I’m lacking that.
The two brothers smile. A warm shiver runs down my spine.
“Let’s find out,” Mikhail says.
We walk out of the dining room and towards Kaz’s room. I stand between the two men. My body aches to be touched by them, but it also feels like I’m heading towards my doom. It is as if life will never be the same, but I know that’s not true. I might be nervous to take them both, but it’s just sex. I’ve done it before. It means nothing. Just a little fun to pass the time. That’s all.
“You look scared,” Mikhail says, leaning right into my ear.
“I’m not,” I lie.
He cracks a smile. Lines form around his eyes. I can see the fourteen years he has on me right now. “You don’t have to worry, love. We’ll take care of you.”
“Okay,” I reply, not fully believing him.
I’d be stupid to trust the Volkov brothers. Mikhail and Kaz may be sexy, but they’re still men. The moment something goes wrong, it’ll be all my fault, and they’ll skirt any responsibility.
Kaz pushes his bedroom door open so Mikhail and I can walk through it. He wiggles his eyebrows at me as I walk by. His room is dark and moody, just like I remember it. I haven’t been in here since that first night. The door has barely closed before I’m picked up and tossed on the bed.
Mikhail follows me down, landing on top of me. “I’ve been dying to do this.”
I’ve hardly caught my breath when Mikhail leans down and kisses me. His kiss starts off soft and sweet. He kisses me like I’m delicate. But when he wrenches my mouth open, everything changes. His tongue tangles with mine. I can taste the vodka on him. It’s addicting on its own, but mixed with his taste? It’s an obsession. Mikhail’s caress turns punishing, dominating. Like he’s angry. My lungs burn as he steals my air. Mikhail bites into my bottom lip before pulling away.
“It’s driving me fucking crazy.”
“What is?” I ask, between pants.
“That he got you first,” Mikhail snarls. His silvery eyes turn black. It was as if Mikhail’s inner animal had just taken over. “He kissed you first. He fucked you first. He’s done it all with you.”
“Not all,” Kaz interjects.
He climbs onto the bed with us. His shirt is missing, and his pants, too. Kaz is only in a pair of black boxer briefs that only accentuates how he feels about his brother kissing me. Mikhail rolls off me. The loss of his warmth bothers me, but his brother is right there to take over.
Kaz pulls me into his lap. I straddle his thighs. His hard cock strains against the tight cotton. The muscle jerks as I settle on top of it.
“Someone is happy to see me,” I say, pecking him on the lips.
“Fuck yes, I am. I missed you so damn much.”
A heat expands in my chest from his words. I’ve never had anyone miss me before. Besides my mother, I mean. He takes my mouth. His arms band around my waist, pulling me as close as I can possibly be. Kaz’s big palms settle on my ass. My eyes fall closed as he leans in, kissing my hammering pulse point between my neck and collarbone.
I feel Mikhail’s hands on my back. The zipper on my dress groans as he drags it down. A tremor goes through me as Mikhail follows the same with soft kisses down the length of my spine. It’s electric. Having both of their lips on me at once is like a shock to my system. Mikhail peels my arms off Kaz’s neck. He lets them fall to my side so he can push my dress off my shoulders. My little black dress is tossed behind Mikhail, leaving me standing in only my deep purple lingerie set.
The air is warm, but goosebumps still cover my skin. Kaz squeezes my bare ass in his hands. His fingers brush the edge of my thong. I grip the back of Kaz’s neck as Mikhail’s hands travel from my shoulders to my hips. His touch is soft and sensual. He pauses when he comes to the little dagger I keep strapped to my side.
Mikhail loops his finger through the handle, freeing it from its silky hiding space. The light hits the blade as he holds it up to look at it.
“What’s this, love?”
“You didn’t expect me to roam around your home unarmed, did you?”
Kaz laughs.
Mikhail laughs and replies, “I meant the initials. P.M. Who is that?”
I hesitate to reply. Can I trust them with something like this? But then, I decide I’m going to kill them anyway. It doesn’t really matter.
“My father. It was his blade. An old frenemy gave it to him. He used to call my dad the only snake in Ireland.”
Mikhail flips the blade and sees the old snake engraving stretched out over it.
“Was?” Kaz asks.
“He died a few years ago. Didn’t you do your homework on my family?”
“Of course. But I’d rather hear it from you. Were you close?”
“Yeah, we were. He was my best friend.”
I shiver, feeling the sharp silver running over my skin. Mikhail is scraping it across my back. It’s a ghost of a touch. Just enough pressure to know he’s there. I turn to look back at him. There’s a large tattoo spanning across his ribcage. Where inky black wings cover Kaz’ torso, Mikhail’s skin is decorated with a stony gargoyole. His body is just as chiseled as Kaz’. There’s a scar on the front of his shoulder. A light, puckered scar left from a bullet hole. My gaze travels down. He’s on his knees, leaving everything on display. His cock is hard and longer than his brother’s but not quite as thick.
Mikhail smirks at me, leaning forward and placing my knife gently on the bedside table. His muscular thighs stick out as he comes back to kneeling behind me. Kaz grabs my chin, pulling my attention back to him.
“Eyes on me, princess.”
His rough hands travel down my spine. I can feel his erection; it pulses with a delicious heat. His lips meet mine, fervent and domineering, as Mikhail trails his tongue up my leg, from my calf to the back of my thighs. The same electricity from before courses through me, so strong I would swear you could see the lightning through my skin. My heart races as my breaths turn shallow.
Mikhail drags his hands up the outside of my thighs until he comes to the waistband of my silky panties. Slowly, he grips them, ripping them off my body on both sides. He spreads the cheeks of my ass apart and pulls my thong free. I feel his breath on my skin seconds before he drags his warm tongue over my entrance. Moaning into Kaz’s mouth, I revel in the way Mikhail swirls around my tight ring of muscle.
Pulling away, Kaz growls. His eyes turn a stormy shade of dark grey. A look that promises passion just as much as it does destruction.
“Trade places with me, Mikhail.”
Mikhail lifts his head, smirking. He wastes no time sliding himself into his brother’s outline in the sheets. His eyes lock on the sight of my pussy. Desire flickers in them, hot and bright, like a lit match against a sea of shadows.
Kaz moves to my side, letting his hand trail over my ass. His fingers dip down to my slick pussy, just barely breaching it before pulling away. I whimper, arching my back, pleading for their touch, and they do not disappoint.
Mikhail pulls me close to him. He clutches my hips, lining his bulging shaft up with my dripping slit. His eyes command my attention as he slowly guides me down his length. The two of us let out twin groans when my ass hits his hips. With him fully seated inside me, it’s hard to breathe. To think.
Kaz wastes no time, turning my head towards him. Sometime between his shuffling around, he lost his boxer briefs. His manhood leaks from the tip. He’s even thicker than he was the first time he took me. His cock is angry, pointing at my mouth like a heat-seeking missile. I lean forward, flicking my tongue across the tip. At the same time, Mikhail thrusts deeper into me, filling me in a way I never thought possible. My mouth falls open with a gurgled moan. Kaz takes that opportunity to drive himself down my throat. It’s a shock to my system. I choke on him, spurting spit around his cock. But that only eggs him on. Kaz pumps his hips in and out of my mouth.
A low growl echoes in the empty room as Mikhail watches his brother fuck my mouth. Neither of them seem bothered by sharing me or being naked around each other. I wonder if this is the first time they’ve done it or if I’m just another in a long line of girls. It doesn’t matter either way. This isn’t forever. It’s only for now.
I suck Kaz in, swallowing around him. He groans, grabbing hold of my throat and keeping my face still. Kaz fucks my mouth, matching Mikhail’s rhythm as he fucks my pussy. The three of us move in perfect sync. Their desire flows through me, melding together in a raw, animalistic dance.
Mikhail’s fingers pinch my hips as he slams me up and down on his long dick. Their voices mingle, growling and groaning, as they push me closer to my breaking point. I can feel the pleasure growing, threatening to devour me. The impact of their hard thrusts reverberates through my entire body, driving me further and further into a frenzy. My desire grows, becoming heavy and suffocating. The pleasure is so great it’s almost unbearable.
Kaz flexes his hand around my neck. I look up at him. His hair falls around his face as he stares down at me. His eyes are bright with awe.
“Make her come, brother,” he says, his voice rough.
Mikhail’s grip tightens, and he propels into me harder. The sensation sends shockwaves through me. For a moment, all is calm right before I shatter like a stained glass window. Threads of pleasure pull my body taught. I scream around Kaz’s dick, my climax wracking its way through me.
With a final, grueling thrust, I feel Mikhail rock beneath me. He explodes, filling me to the brim with his sizzling seed. Kaz follows him, groaning my name in a way that comforts me as he drains his balls down my throat. The feeling of them exploding inside of me sends me right over the edge all over again. The sensation running through me borders on pain, but in the best way. I let it wash over me as Kaz pulls himself out of my mouth.
Collapsing on Mikhail’s chest, I try to catch my breath.
“You are incredible,” Mikhail murmurs into my hair.
I struggle to meet their gaze as the two brothers whisper praise over my naked, sated body. As the waves of my orgasm recede, I realize how changed I feel. How different I feel with their imprint inside me. I hate to admit it, but after tonight, I’m not sure I’ll ever be the same.