Chapter Twenty-Seven
“Did you just say a blood-oath?”
“Yes, but not for you, Vivienne.” Kaz turns around, meeting the eyes of his brothers. “This is just for us.”
“Ummmm,” I reply. “Okay?”
“Dmitri, you’re first,” Kaz commands.
“Why am I first?”
“Because you’ve been an asshole, and you owe it to her.”
“He doesn’t owe me anything.”
“Yes, he does, princess, and he’s going to give it to you.”
“Not here,” Mikhail interrupts. “Lilianna could come in.”
Kaz considers this before nodding, “Okay. My room.”
“No,” Mikhail barks. “Mine. It’s bigger.”
My head is reeling as the four of us go to Mikhail’s room. What am I doing? Do I even know? I don’t think I do. I’m only doing what feels right. But jumping into bed with three guys – three brothers – is just insane, right? Insane but intriguing. And that’s what keeps drawing me in. Call it an immoral curiosity. I mean, I already know two of the three can make my toes curl. Why not find out if it’s three for three?
“Come in,” Mikhail says as he twists his bedroom door open.
The energy surrounding us is a chaotic storm of nerves. Mikhail’s room feels like a sanctuary. The walls are painted forest green. It’s calm while still being stoic. His whiskey and leather scent clings to every corner of this room, only it mingles with Kaz and Dmitri’s. The combination of the three is intoxicating. It’s woodsy, spicy, and sinful. The door closes behind us with a final thud.
I hate how unsure I feel right now. I’ve always been one to fake it until I make it. Whether it was faking smiles or orgasms, I’ve done it. But here, in this room, with these men, I already know I won’t be able to do it. They won’t let me be anything but honest here. No mask to hide behind.
Kaz smiles at me, his attention staying on me as he speaks. “Take your shirt off, Dmitri.”
Unable to take my eyes off Kaz, I listen for the rustle of Dmitri’s crisp shirt to know he’s following his little brother’s request. The three of them are all dominant, but somehow, the youngest is the most. It’s endearing that his brothers respect him so much. It”s not something you see a lot in mafia families. I know my brothers have never respected one another. One was a drug addict, and the other killed him.
Kaz takes a step towards me. My eyes fall closed when he leans in and kisses my forehead.
“You feeling okay, princess?”
“Yes.”
“I want you to know if you don’t want to do this, we don’t have to.”
A nervous chuckle escapes me. “That sounds really ominous.”
“What do you know about blood play?” Kaz asks.
I open my eyes, but he’s too close for me to focus clearly. “Blood play? You mean like BDSM and kink?”
“Precisely.”
“Not a lot. I’m not really a part of that community.”
“Do you want to be?”
“What are you asking me, Kaz?”
“I want you to trust me.”
“Then tell me exactly what you want from me.”
“I want you to carve your name into each of our chests.”
“What?”
“You heard me, princess. I don’t like repeating myself.”
“Yeah. I did. It’s just…”
“It’s just what?”
“I don’t know.”
“You don’t know?”
I nod. And I really don’t. How am I supposed to feel right now? Carving my name in their chests? That’s a little much, right? I should be grossed out or scared or something. Right? But I’m not. I’m… willing. Yeah, something is definitely fucked in me. Or is it fucked up to shame me from that? But the idea of cutting into someone’s skin would not turn most people on. Granted, I’m not like most people.
“Vivienne,” Kaz says, snapping me from my spiraling thoughts. “Where did you go just now?”
Something in his voice orders me to answer. I don’t even think about it.
“Is it wrong for me to like that idea?”
Kaz’s face melts into a corrupt satisfaction. “It’s not wrong, princess. Whatever you feel is what’s right. What do you feel?”
“I want to try it.”
“Good girl,” he says, smiling.
Kaz passes my dagger to Mikhail. “Sterilize this, please.”
Mikhail takes it. I turn to watch him as he takes my most prized possession away, but Kaz stops me. He turns my head towards me.
“Eyes on me, princess. You know the rules.”
“That’s my knife.”
“Trust us, Vivienne,” Mikhail whispers. “None of us want to hurt you or your knife.”
“It’s special.”
“We know, baby. We know. Relax.”
Kaz kisses me. A wave of desire rolls over me, leaving goosebumps as Kaz trails his hands down my arms. He maneuvers me to pull my dress off. There’s a loud sound behind me just as my dress is pooling at my feet. I look back to see Mikhail holding a blow torch. He’s dragging the white-hot flame over my blade.
Anger rolls through me.
“What the fuck are you doing?”
“Cleaning the blade. You don’t want us to get an infection, do you, love?”
“Why do you even have a blow torch?”
He gives me a look. “Work.”
“Okay, one, stop with the blowtorch on my father’s knife before you fucking ruin it. Second, I’d really like to see you in action with that thing.”
The tips of his mouth curl upward. “Anytime, love.”
I open my mouth to argue with him. Not anytime. My stay here has an expiration date. But we just had that conversation, didn’t we? And they’re not listening. None of them think I’m serious about leaving. Not a one. They’ll learn. One day soon, I will be walking out the front door and never coming back. I can’t say I haven’t warned them, though.
Teeth bite down on my fleshy ass cheek. I look down to see Kaz. He meets my eyes.
“Climb in Dmitri’s lap.”
My feet move. Dmitri sucks in a breath as I get closer. He combs his gaze over my half-naked body. Licking his lips, zeroing in on the sheer cups of my bra. My nipples bead, pushing against the mesh material.
As I straddle Dmitri’s thighs, my skin feels too tight. My hands settle on his bare shoulders. His warm skin underneath my palms is unfamiliar. I scrape my hands over his shoulders, exploring. Dmitri”s toned torso shudders against me. He grasps my hips, tweaking my pale skin between his fingers. Every breath of air I take smells like a bonfire and sandalwood.
“Here,” Mikhail says, pushing the overly cleaned blade between my fingers.
The blade is blackened from his blow torch. But that’s the least of my thoughts, at least for now.
“Do you know how deep to go?” Kaz asks me.
I roll my eyes to the side and look at him. “Do you think this is my first time using a knife?”
He raises an eyebrow, stalking over to me. Kaz plunges his hands into my hair, wrapping it around his forearm and pulling my head back. He forces me to look into his eyes.
“Watch that attitude, princess.”
“Or?”
He yanks a little harder. “Or I’ll find something to fill that smart mouth.”
“Was that supposed to scare me?”
“Vivienne,” he growls. “Behave.”
“Fine,” I relent.
My head aches as he leans down, pressing a kiss to my lips before releasing me. The strands of my hair are sore from his grip, but my vagina is weeping, begging for that man to fill me. By the way Dmitri looks at me, he can feel the warmth seeping from me, and he likes it.
I bring the knife to his chest. A flutter of nerves flies through my veins as I push the tip through his skin. Just enough to draw blood and make a nice scar. I take a deep breath, reminding myself that I’ve done this before, just in another circumstance.
Dmitri hisses between his teeth. He squeezes my skin hard enough to leave bruises. I pull back, thinking he’s in pain. But then I feel his throbbing manhood. It pulses against me. My pussy clenches in response, spilling more of my needy juices.
“Keep going,” he commands.
Sliding the knife back into his chest, I continue writing out the first four letters of my name. Leaving behind a trail of red lines in my wake. Dmitri’s hands flex with every slow swipe of my blade. He grinds me into his rock-hard dick as I finish off the last letter. I can feel his heat through the layers of clothes between us.
I’m still holding the bloody dagger when two arms wraparound my waist, pulling me off Dmitri. I land in the middle of Mikhail and Kaz. The two of them sandwich. Mikhail is at my back, and Kaz is against my chest. At some point, while I carved my name into Dmitri’s chest, the two of them lost their clothes. I can feel their erect dicks poking at me from both sides, held back by the minuscule amount of fabric I’m wearing.
“My turn,” Kaz says.
He walks backward, pulling me along with him. Mikhail trails behind us. Dmitri is lying on the bed, watching us. He’s naked now, with a large hand closed around his cock. Mikhail pulls at my panties, yanking them down as we walk so that I’m only left in my bra by the time we reach the edge of the bed.
Kaz lays down, yanking me right on top of him. His chest rumbles with a growl as my wet cunt skates over him. Kaz doesn’t waste time. He steadies me before grabbing my right hand and placing it on his chest.
Blood drips on his tanned skin as I hold the dagger downward. Kaz holds my hand, making the first incision with me. As I begin the second line, I feel him slip inside me. His sudden thrust startles me. My breath catches in my lungs. I almost drop the knife, but Kaz keeps my fist closed tightly around it.
He drags his veiny cock out of me as I keep carving, only to plunge back in between letters. His hips move in this leisurely way that is both amazing and annoying. It’s just below the bar of pleasure.
I’m on the last letter when I feel Mikhail spread my ass cheeks. He spits on me, rubbing his saliva around my puckered hole with his thumb. I can’t see his face, but I can feel satisfaction radiating from him.
The moment I drop the knife onto the mattress, Kaz plows into me from beneath. I cry out. My back bows into a curve. Mikhail dips his finger inside of me at the same time, adding another layer of sensation over me. My hands flatten on Kaz’s chest. His blood mingles with my fingertips. I look down and admire my handiwork. Seeing my name engraved into his skin does something to me. It sets me off like the sky on New Year.
“Fuck,” I moan, gushing all over Kaz’s cock.
Time slows as my orgasm swallows me whole. It overtakes me, owning me like a lover. I gasp when I feel the tip of Mikhail’s cock against my ass. There’s a burn as he pushes his bulbous tip inside me.
“Oh my god.”
I can’t tell if I’m begging for more or crying for help. My brain shuts off as the brothers thrust in and out of me in tandem. Babbles of nonsense fall from my lips as they work me higher than I’ve ever been before.
Kaz turns towards Dmitri. The two of them have a silent conversation before Dmitri climbs onto his knees. He scoots closer to us, bringing his cock close to my face.
“Suck his cock, princess.”
I lean forward, capturing the tip of him with my lips. Dmitri moans as I suck him further into my mouth. His thickness pushes my jaw open. He fucks my mouth slowly, growing faster as he matches his brother’s tempo.
My eyes fall closed as I float in the ocean of carnal pleasure. I’ve never felt more full or more cherished than I do being shared by Mikhail, Dmitri, and Kaz. Kaz angles his hip, hitting me in the perfect spot. I moan around Dmitri, taking him to the back of my throat. My eyes water as I fight the urge to gag on his raging hard-on.
Mikhail smacks my ass. I push back against him, cramming more of his substantial cock into me. It hurts but feels unlike anything I’ve ever felt at the same time. It’s a sensory overload in the best way. A low heat incites in my stomach. My skin shivers with a cold chill as my pussy begs to be filled.
Dmitri’s length swells in my mouth. Going rigid as I swallow around him. He pulls on my hair as he speeds up. His thrusts become wild. I can feel how close he is. Removing one hand from Kaz’s chest, I reach up and fondle his balls, the blood on my hands transferring to him. Kaz’s eyes are glued to my hand. He watches it like it’s his favorite type of porn. Kaz groans, his cock quivering inside me. Mikhail’s hands dig into my skin, holding my hips tight.
“I’m going to come,” he whispers.
I barely hear him over the sound of our lovemaking. The three of them go off at once. Dmitri releases into my mouth, his cum leaking down the back of my throat. I struggle to breathe and swallow it down fast enough. My own orgasm detonates as I feel Kaz fill me to the brim with him. He shakes, holding me as close as he can without taking me from his brothers. Mikhail curses before I feel him pull out of my stretched asshole and spurt his release all over my back. My mouth opens with a scream. Dmitri slips free of my lips as I come hard enough to see stars.
Collapsing onto Kaz’s chest, my fingers brush the edge of the blade sitting by his shoulders.
“You still have one more chest to carve, princess.”
Kaz doesn’t open his eyes as he speaks. I’m lightheaded as I sit up and turn towards Mikhail. He’s sprawled out on the mattress by Kaz’s feet. Mikhail watches me as I scramble towards him. My heart still pounding out of my chest.
“Hi, love.”
“Hi.”
Mikhail reaches up, pushing a strand of hair back. “You’re so beautiful.”
I smile at him, delirious from the orgasms. “You say that a lot.”
“It’s true.”
“I know,” I reply.
Climbing on top of him, I start marking my name on his chest. Right over his heart, just as I did his brothers. No matter what, after tonight, the Volkov brothers will always belong to me. If only I could belong to them too.