13. Emma
EMMA
“Couldn’t sleep, sweetheart?” Artur’s voice is rough with sleep but edged with amusement. “Or were you too busy watching us?”
Heat floods my face. “I wasn’t watching you.”
“Liar.” He sits up slowly, running a hand through his dark hair. “You’ve been staring at us for hours.”
Eduard chuckles, the sound warm and intimate in the quiet room. “That couch can’t be comfortable.”
“It’s fine.”
“Come here,” Rurik says quietly. It’s not a command, but there’s heat underneath the words that makes my pulse quicken.
I stand from the couch, my muscles protesting the movement. “I’m fine where I am.”
“No, you’re not.” Artur swings out of the recliner and stands. He moves toward me with that confident stride that makes my breath catch. “You’re exhausted. Tense. You need to relax.”
“I don’t need anything from you.”
His hand comes up, fingers brushing along my jaw. The touch is light, almost gentle, but it sends heat spiraling through me. “I think you do. I think you need exactly what we can give you.”
My back hits the wall behind me. “And what’s that?”
“Everything.” Eduard rises from the bed, moving with that quiet grace. “Let us take care of you, Emma.”
“I don’t need taking care of.”
“Everyone needs something.” Rurik’s voice is calm, controlled, but his pale eyes burn as he watches me. “The question is whether you’re brave enough to take it.”
Artur leans in, his mouth close to my ear. “Come to bed with us. Let us show you how good this can be.”
“All three of you?” My voice comes out breathier than I intend.
“All three of us,” Eduard confirms, stopping just inches away. “Unless you’re scared.”
“I’m not scared.”
“Then prove it.” Artur’s breath is hot against my skin. “Come to bed, Emma. Let us touch you. Taste you. Make you forget everything except how we make you feel.”
My entire body reacts, going on full alert. Heat pools in my belly and my legs suddenly feel weak. God help me, I want to. I want it so badly I can barely breathe.
“This is insane,” I whisper.
“Maybe.” Rurik stands from the bed, and suddenly all three of them are surrounding me. “But you want it anyway.”
“Say yes,” Eduard murmurs, his hand sliding down my arm. “Say yes and let us make you feel good.”
The word catches in my throat. But when Artur’s mouth brushes against mine, soft and coaxing, it breaks free.
“Yes.”
I should tell all three of them to go to hell. This is crazy. Absolutely immoral. Never in my life would I have considered sleeping with three men in such a short time as I already have, but three men at the same time? Have I completely lost my mind?
God, am I suffering from Stockholm syndrome, falling for my captors because they have control of me? I mentally shake my head. No way. I’m just stressed and tense, as they said, and sex is a good way to relieve that.
The tension that’s been building since last night finally breaks.
Artur’s mouth crashes against mine, all heat and hunger. I kiss him back with the same fury, my hands fisting in his shirt as I pull him closer. His weight presses me back against the wall, and suddenly Eduard is there too, his mouth on my neck, his hands sliding under my shirt.
“Fuck, you taste good,” Eduard murmurs against my throat, his teeth grazing my pulse point. The sensation makes me gasp into Artur’s mouth.
Rurik’s hand slides up my thigh, his touch firm and possessive. “Let’s move this to somewhere a bit more comfortable.”
Artur breaks the kiss long enough to pull my shirt over my head, and then his mouth is back on mine.
Eduard’s hands work the button of my jeans while Rurik’s fingers tangle in my hair, tilting my head back so he can claim my mouth next.
The kiss is different from Artur’s. Controlled.
Deliberate. Like he’s taking exactly what he wants.
They move me across the room, their hands never leaving my body. My jeans disappear somewhere between the wall and the bed. My bra follows. By the time the back of my knees hit the mattress, I’m naked and they’re still fully clothed.
“Not fair,” I manage, my voice shaky.
Artur grins, that cocky smile that makes my stomach flip. “Then do something about it.”
I reach for his shirt, pulling it over his head.
Eduard strips beside him, and Rurik is already shirtless by the time I turn.
Then there’s nothing between us. Artur’s body is all lean muscle and dark ink.
Eduard is broader, his chest scarred. Rurik is pale and powerful, every line of him controlled strength.
Eduard pushes me back onto the bed, his mouth finding my breast while his hand slides between my thighs. I arch into the touch, a moan escaping before I can stop it.
“That’s it,” he murmurs against my skin. “Let us hear you.”
His fingers slide through my wetness, and I’m already so ready it’s embarrassing. He circles my clit with just enough pressure to make me squirm, and Artur’s mouth finds my other breast, his teeth grazing the sensitive peak.
Rurik’s hand tangles in my hair again, and he kisses me hard while Eduard’s fingers push inside me. The stretch makes me gasp into Rurik’s mouth.
“So fucking wet,” Eduard says, his voice rough. “You want this as much as we do.”
His fingers work me with a steady rhythm, his thumb pressing against my clit. Artur’s mouth moves lower, kissing down my stomach, and when his tongue replaces Eduard’s thumb, I nearly come apart right there.
“Oh god,” I gasp, my hands fisting in the sheets.
“Not god,” Artur says against my skin. “Just us. But thanks for the compliment.” He chuckles and the vibration shoots through me, my inner muscles clenching at the sensation.
His tongue is relentless, working me with the same confidence he does everything else. Eduard’s fingers curl inside me, finding that spot that makes stars burst behind my eyelids. The pleasure builds so fast I can’t catch my breath.
When I come, it’s with a cry that echoes through the room. My body arches off the bed, and they don’t stop. They keep touching, keep tasting, drawing it out until I’m shaking.
Artur moves up my body, positioning himself between my thighs.
His cock presses against my entrance, thick and hard, and he pauses just long enough to meet my eyes then pushes inside in one smooth thrust. The stretch of it makes me moan.
He’s big, filling me completely, and for a moment neither of us moves.
Then he starts to rock his hips, slow and deep, and I wrap my legs around him to pull him closer.
“Christ, you feel incredible,” he groans, his forehead dropping to mine. “So fucking tight.”
Eduard’s hand slides into my hair, turning my head so he can kiss me while Artur fucks me. The dual sensation is overwhelming. Rurik’s hand finds my breast, his thumb brushing over the peak, and I’m drowning in it.
Artur’s pace increases, his hips snapping against mine with more force. The bed rocks beneath us, and I can feel another orgasm building already.
“That’s it,” Artur says, his voice strained. “Come on my cock, Emma.”
The command pushes me over the edge. I come with his name on my lips, my body clenching around him. He follows a moment later with a curse, his body going rigid.
He pulls out slowly, and before I can catch my breath Eduard is there. He flips me onto my stomach with surprising gentleness, his hands sliding down my back.
“On your knees,” he says, and I obey without thinking.
He enters me from behind, and the angle makes me cry out. He’s thicker than Artur, the stretch almost too much, but then he starts to move, and it’s perfect. His hands grip my hips, holding me steady as he drives into me with deep, powerful strokes.
Rurik moves in front of me, his cock hard and ready. He doesn’t ask. He just guides himself to my mouth and I open for him. The taste of him is salt and heat, and when he groans at the first touch of my tongue, satisfaction floods through me.
This is insane. I’m on my knees on a bed in a Bratva stronghold with one man inside me and another in my mouth. This isn’t who I am.
But god, it feels good.
Eduard’s pace increases, each thrust pushing me forward onto Rurik’s cock. Rurik’s hand tangles in my hair, guiding my movements, and the dual sensation of being filled from both ends is almost too much.
“I’m fucking your mouth, Emma,” Rurik groans. “Take more.”
I do, relaxing my throat, and his grip tightens in my hair. Eduard’s hand slides around to find my clit, and the added stimulation makes me moan around Rurik’s cock.
“She’s close again,” Eduard says, his voice rough. “I can feel it.”
He’s right. The orgasm builds fast and hard, and when it hits I nearly collapse. Only Eduard’s hands on my hips keep me upright as I shake through it. Rurik pulls out of my mouth with a curse, and Eduard follows a moment later, his release hot inside me.
I collapse onto the bed, my entire body trembling. Rurik moves over me, turning me onto my back. His pale eyes are intense as he settles between my thighs.
“One more,” he says, and it’s definitely a command.
“I can’t,” I protest weakly.
“You can.” He pushes inside me and despite everything my body accepts him. He’s longer than the others, hitting deeper, and when he starts to move, it’s with that same controlled precision he does everything else.
His thrusts are measured, deliberate, each one designed to draw maximum pleasure. His thumb finds my clit, circling with just the right pressure, and impossibly, I feel another orgasm building.
“That’s it,” he murmurs, his eyes never leaving mine. “Give me one more, Emma.”
When I come this time, it’s quieter. A long, shuddering release that seems to go on forever. Rurik follows, his control finally breaking as he buries himself deep and groans my name.
He pulls out carefully and collapses beside me. All three of them are on the bed now, their bodies warm against mine, and for a long moment none of us move.
Then, reality crashes back slowly.
I’m in bed with three Bratva bosses. I just had sex with all of them.
And somewhere out there, Krystal might still be alive. Somewhere in my organization, there’s a traitor who sold us out.
I need to focus. I need to remember why I’m here.
I slide toward the edge of the massive bed, my muscles protesting the movement. Before I can get far, Artur’s hand catches mine. He pulls me back with a slow grin, his dark eyes amused.
“You shouldn’t look so surprised, sweetheart.”
Rurik chuckles quietly from the other side of the bed. Eduard stretches lazily beside them, looking entirely too pleased with himself.
“If this morning caught you off guard,” Artur says, his thumb brushing over my knuckles. “You might want to prepare yourself.” His grin widens. “Life with the three of us is going to be far more interesting than you expected.”