34. Emma
EMMA
Two days of silence feels like two weeks.
I’ve shared meals with Rurik, Eduard, and Artur in the smaller dining room, the four of us seated around the table like we’re playing at being a normal family.
But the tension is thick enough to choke on.
They pass dishes without speaking. I eat without tasting.
The only sounds are silverware against plates and the occasional clearing of a throat.
I’m still pissed about what Artur said. The reminder that I was captured and sold at a bride auction cuts deeper than it should because he’s right. I walked into that warehouse thinking I was invincible, and I ended up chained on a stage while men bid on me like I was livestock.
But I hate admitting he has a point.
The truth is my life has changed in ways I’m still trying to process.
I can’t protect myself the way I used to.
I’m not an FBI agent with backup and resources anymore.
I’m officially dead, living in a Bratva estate, surrounded by criminals who would kill me without hesitation if the three men sitting across from me decided I wasn’t worth protecting.
That realization sits heavy in my chest as I push eggs around my plate Sunday morning.
Eduard glances at me, his gray eyes cautious. Rurik’s pale blue gaze flicks in my direction before returning to his coffee. Artur leans back in his chair, his dark eyes watching me with that familiar mix of amusement and disappointment.
I set down my fork with more force than necessary. The clatter breaks the silence.
“I think Volkov is setting the families against you,” I blurt out.
All three men go still. Rurik’s hand pauses halfway to his mouth. Eduard straightens in his chair. Artur’s crooked grin vanishes.
“Explain,” Rurik says quietly.
I take a breath and tell them everything Krystal said during our meeting.
How Volkov wanted me as an asset because of my FBI training and access.
How he’d been tracking my investigation for months, waiting for the right moment to capture me.
How the three of them buying me for ten million dollars fucked up his entire plan.
“He’s not going to let it go,” I say, my voice tight. “Krystal told me he’s been pushing the other bosses to demand access to me. He’s using them to apply pressure, hoping you’ll give in or make a mistake.”
Eduard’s jaw tightens. “And Krystal told you this willingly?”
“She’s scared,” I admit. “Volkov is testing her loyalty. He wants her to gather intelligence on the three of you.”
Artur laughs, sharp and bitter. “Of course he does.”
Rurik sets down his coffee cup with deliberate care. “What did you tell her?”
“Nothing.” I meet his pale eyes without flinching. “But she’s going to keep asking. And if I don’t give her something, Volkov will know she’s not really trying.”
The silence that follows is heavy with calculation. I watch the three of them exchange glances, that silent communication I’ve come to recognize. They’re weighing options, considering strategies, and deciding how much they trust me.
That hurts. They should know by now that I don’t lie—well, I haven’t lied for a while, ever since they started helping me find the mole and see Krystal.
I could have escaped the other day. I could have met with Krystal and kept on going.
But I didn’t. I came back. And that should fucking count for something!
Finally, Eduard speaks. “We feed her specific information. Things that sound valuable but won’t actually compromise our operations.”
“Disinformation,” I say, nodding. “Make Volkov think he’s getting what he wants while we control the narrative.”
Rurik’s lips curve slightly. “Exactly.”
The tension in the room shifts. Not gone, but different. We’re working together again instead of circling each other like wary animals.
“I’m sorry,” I say quietly. “For leaving without telling you where I was going. And for making you worry.”
Artur’s dark eyes soften. “We know, sweetheart.”
I don’t correct him this time.
The rest of breakfast passes with easier conversation. We discuss what information to feed Krystal, how to make it convincing without being dangerous. By the time we finish eating, the weight that’s been pressing down on my chest for two days has lifted slightly.
That night, I’m in the bedroom we share, standing near the window and looking out over the estate grounds. The moon is full, casting silver light across the gardens and making the stone walls glow pale in the darkness.
I hear them enter before I see them. Three sets of footsteps, deliberate and unhurried. I turn to find Rurik, Eduard, and Artur watching me from across the room.
The air between us shifts immediately, charged with sexual tension.
It’s so thick, my core automatically tightens and my breath catches.
Just looking at them, three gorgeous men with well-toned bodies, all looking at me with such heat and want in their eyes makes me want to strip off my clothes, jump on the bed, spread my legs and tell them to take me. I suppress a delicious shudder.
“Come here,” Rurik says quietly.
I cross the room slowly, my pulse quickening with each step. When I reach them, Eduard’s hand finds my waist, pulling me close. His mouth brushes against my ear.
“We’re done being angry,” he murmurs. “But you need to understand something.”
“What?” My voice comes out a bit shaky. It’s hard to focus when they are so near me, touching me.
Artur moves behind me, his chest pressing against my back. “You’re ours, Emma. Not Volkov’s. Not the FBI’s. Ours.”
Rurik’s hand slides into my hair, tilting my head back so I have to meet his pale blue eyes. “And we protect what belongs to us.”
Then his mouth is on mine, claiming me with a kiss that’s possessive and demanding. I melt into it, my hands fisting in his shirt as I kiss him back with equal hunger.
Eduard’s hands slide under my sweater, his palms warm against my bare skin. Artur’s mouth finds my neck, teeth grazing the sensitive spot just below my ear that makes me gasp.
They strip me slowly, savoring every inch of skin revealed. My sweater disappears first, then my bra. Eduard’s mouth closes over my nipple while Artur’s fingers work the button of my jeans.
By the time I’m naked, I’m trembling with need.
Rurik lifts me effortlessly, carrying me to the desk near the window. The wood is cool against my ass as he sets me down, spreading my thighs wide. His pale eyes are dark with hunger as he looks at me, completely exposed and wanting.
“Look at you,” Eduard says, his gray eyes raking over my body. “So fucking wet for us already.”
“Please,” I breathe, reaching for Rurik.
“Please what?” Artur asks from behind me, his hands sliding up my sides to cup my breasts. His thumbs brush over my nipples, making me arch into his touch.
“Touch me. Fuck me. I need you. All three of you.”
Rurik’s mouth curves into a predatory smile. “We’re going to fuck you so good you won’t even think about leaving us again.” His fingers slide between my legs, finding me slick and ready. “You’re going to remember exactly who you belong to.”
He pushes two fingers inside me and I cry out, my head falling back against the window. The angle is perfect, hitting that spot that makes my toes curl.
“That’s it,” Eduard murmurs, his hand wrapping around my throat, not squeezing, just holding. “Let us hear you.”
Rurik works me with his fingers, his thumb circling my clit until I’m panting and writhing on the desk. Just when I’m about to come, he pulls away. I whimper at the loss.
“Not yet,” he says, unbuckling his belt. “You come when we say you can.”
He frees his cock and positions himself between my thighs. In one hard thrust, he’s inside me, filling me completely. I gasp at the stretch, at the delicious fullness.
“Fuck, you feel good,” Rurik groans, his fingers digging into my hips. “So tight around my cock.”
He doesn’t give me time to adjust. He just starts fucking me with deep, punishing strokes that make the desk shake. Eduard’s hand tightens slightly on my throat while Artur pinches my nipples, the combination of sensations overwhelming.
“You’re ours,” Rurik growls, his pace relentless. “Say it.”
“I’m yours,” I gasp out, my nails digging into his forearms.
“Louder.”
“I’m yours!” The words come out as a moan as he hits that perfect spot inside me.
“Damn right you are,” Eduard says, his free hand sliding down to rub my clit. “And we’re going to make sure you never forget it.”
The pressure builds fast, coiling tight in my belly. When Rurik changes his angle, driving even deeper, I shatter. My orgasm crashes over me in waves, making me cry out loud enough the whole estate probably hears me. But I don’t care. I don’t have the energy to care right now.
Rurik doesn’t stop, fucking me through it until I’m boneless and trembling. Then he pulls out, leaving me empty and aching.
“My turn,” Artur says.
They move me with practiced ease. Artur sits in the desk chair, pulling me onto his lap so I’m straddling him, facing away. His cock presses against my entrance and he guides me down slowly, letting me feel every thick inch as he fills me.
“Ride him,” Rurik orders, his voice rough. “Show us how much you want it.”
I start to move, rolling my hips as Artur’s hands grip my waist. The position lets him go deep, and I moan at the sensation.
Eduard steps in front of me, his cock hard and ready. “Open your mouth, sweetheart.”
I do, and he slides between my lips. The taste of him, the fullness of Artur inside me, it’s almost too much. Eduard’s hand tangles in my hair, guiding my movements as I take him deeper.
“That’s it,” he groans. “Fuck, your mouth feels incredible.”
Artur thrusts up into me, matching the rhythm of Eduard in my mouth. I’m caught between them, completely at their mercy, and I’ve never felt more wanted.
“You think anyone else could make you feel like this?” Artur asks, his breath hot against my ear. “You think you’d ever want to leave?”
I can’t answer with Eduard’s cock in my mouth, but I moan around him, and that seems to be enough.
“She’s close again,” Artur says. “I can feel her getting tighter.”
“Not yet,” Rurik says. He’s watching us, his hand stroking his cock. “Eduard, switch with Artur.”
They rearrange me again, this time bending me over the desk. My breasts press against the cool wood as Eduard positions himself behind me. He enters me in one smooth thrust, and I moan at the new angle.
“This is what you need,” he says, his hand fisting in my hair, pulling my head back. “To be fucked hard and reminded who you belong to.”
He pounds into me, each thrust driving me forward on the desk. Artur moves to stand beside me, lifting my chin so I can take him in my mouth again.
“You’re going to come on Eduard’s cock,” Rurik tells me. “And then you’re going to swallow every drop Artur gives you. Understand?”
I nod as much as I can with Artur’s hand holding my jaw. The way Rurik strokes himself, even after he’s already gotten off, and his commanding tone drives me to a level of desire I don’t think I’ve ever felt before.
Eduard’s pace becomes brutal, his hips slamming against my ass. Artur’s hand slides under me, finding my clit and rubbing tight circles that make me see stars.
“Come for us,” Rurik commands. “Now.”
My second orgasm hits even harder than the first, making my whole body shake. I moan around Artur’s cock, and the vibration must push him over the edge because he comes with a groan, spilling into my mouth. I swallow it all, just like Rurik told me to.
Eduard follows moments later, his fingers bruising on my hips as he empties himself inside me. He stays there for a long moment, both of us breathing hard.
When he finally pulls out, Rurik is there, turning me around and lifting me. He carries me to the bed, laying me down gently before positioning himself between my thighs.
“One more,” he says, sliding into me. “I want to feel you come apart one more time.”
He fucks me slowly this time, almost tenderly, his eyes locked on mine. Vaguely, as if from a distant part of my mind, I wonder how he could be aroused again so quickly. But that thought is like a feather on the wind and my attention is focused on him and the feeling of him inside me.
“You’re not going anywhere,” he murmurs against my mouth. “You’re ours, and we’re keeping you.”
“I know,” I whisper back. “I know.”
He picks up his pace and I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. This orgasm builds slowly, a warm tide rising until it crashes over me in gentle waves. Rurik follows, groaning my name as he comes.
I feel claimed, owned, and completely satisfied.
A sharp knock at the door shatters the peaceful aftermath.
“What?” Eduard calls out, his voice sharp with irritation.
A muffled voice responds from the hallway. “Sir, there’s a messenger. It’s urgent.”
Eduard curses under his breath and pulls on his pants. He opens the door just wide enough to speak with whoever’s outside. I can’t hear the conversation, but I watch his expression darken.
When he closes the door and turns back to us, his gray eyes are cold.
“What is it?” Rurik asks, already on his feet.
Eduard’s jaw clenches. “Federal authorities. They’re offering immunity and trade concessions if Emma is quietly returned.”