Chapter 32
Kara
It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out where Roman and Lev were taking me.
The Palm Jumeirah, Dubai’s crown jewel, the perfect lap of luxury carved right into the sea.
Roman parked his car with the same easy confidence he did everything else, the engine purring into silence. For a long moment, no one spoke. The air inside of the car felt thick with exhaustion and waning adrenaline. I could still taste the sea on my lips.
Lev opened my door before I could reach for it. “We should get you inside,” he said quietly. His hand brushed mine, warm and grounding.
I managed a tired smile. “You mean before ARCHEON sends us a welcoming party?”
“Exactly.” His mouth curved slightly, but his eyes stayed vigilant, scanning the quiet street.
Roman came around the front, his shirt still damp, hair wind-tossed, the edge of a grin tugging at his mouth. “We’re fine, Lev. We weren’t followed.”
Lev shot him a look. “Someone in this family has to be responsible.”
“Come on, let’s get inside,” I broke in, cutting off the tension between the two of them before it could escalate any further.
We went inside and the villa was absolutely stunning, the kind of place you’d see in glossy magazines and assume no one actually lived in. Pale stone floors stretched out beneath our feet, and the entire back wall was made of glass that overlooked the water.
Roman dropped his jacket over a chair and turned to face me. “Home sweet safehouse,” he said with mock grandeur. “Try not to fall in love with it. We’ll be gone by sunrise.”
I arched a brow. “You have a terrible way of making a girl feel at home.”
He smiled, the lazy kind that always carried trouble. “You’re safe, aren’t you?”
Before I could answer, Lev stepped closer, his hand brushing my arm, drawing my attention back to him. His touch was gentle but possessive, his voice low. “You did well tonight, Kara. Most people wouldn’t have made it out of that ship alive.”
I swallowed hard, heat blooming in my chest. “I didn’t have much of a choice. Dying didn’t feel like a great option.”
Roman came up behind me then, close enough that I could feel the warmth of his breath on my neck. “That’s the thing about you,” he murmured, his tone rugged but soft around the edges. “You always make it look like you do.”
My pulse stuttered. I turned slightly, caught between them, Lev’s quiet intensity and Roman’s smooth, magnetic charm. They were so different, and yet somehow, they made sense together. Two halves of the same coin.
Lev’s gaze flicked to his brother. “You’re crowding her.”
Roman smirked. “You had your turn at the wheel, Captain. Don’t get greedy now.”
“Someone had to keep us alive,” Lev shot back. “You were too busy trying to shoot at everything that moved.”
“And yet,” Roman said, leaning in until his lips brushed my temple, “here we all are. Alive. You’re welcome.”
I exhaled a shaky laugh. “You two really can’t help yourselves, can you?”
Roman’s mouth curved against my skin. “It’s a brother thing.”
Lev’s hand slid up to my waist, his thumb stroking small, absent circles through the thin fabric of my shirt. “It’s a control thing.”
I looked between them, my heartbeat quickening. The air felt different now, thicker, charged, the unspoken tension humming just beneath the exhaustion.
Roman’s hand came up, brushing my jaw, tilting my face toward him. “You scared the hell out of us, you know that?” he said softly.
I opened my mouth, but no words came out. Instead, I found myself leaning into his touch, drawn by that charisma he carried everywhere he went. He kissed me once, slow and steady, tasting of salt and adrenaline and relief.
When he pulled back, Lev’s gaze caught mine. The question there didn’t need words.
I nodded, and he kissed me too, deeper, hungrier, his hand sliding into my hair as though he needed to remind himself I was real, that I was okay.
The world spun, and for one long, breathless moment, I let it.
When we finally broke apart, both men stood close, their hands still on me, their breaths mingling in the quiet.
Roman smirked faintly, his voice rough. “Looks like we finally agree on something.”
Lev’s eyes didn’t leave mine. “For now.”
I couldn’t help but laugh. “You two are insane.”
Roman grinned. “You’re the one who jumped off a burning ship, Kara-with-a-K.”
“Fair point,” I said, smiling back at him.
I looked between them—one wild, one deadly calm—and realized that maybe, for tonight, I didn’t have to choose between the two of them.
Maybe, with them, with the Markov brothers, I didn’t have to choose at all.
They didn’t speak. They didn’t have to. Roman’s hand slid down my back, possessive and sure, while Lev’s fingers traced the line of my jaw as if he was memorizing the shape of me.
Lev’s mouth found mine first. There was nothing gentle about his kiss.
It was a taking. A branding. He tasted of sea salt and pure, undiluted Lev.
I moaned against his mouth, my hands coming up to grip his shoulders, my body arching into his.
His other hand slid down my back, over the curve of my ass, a silent, possessive claim.
Roman’s mouth was on my neck then, his teeth grazing my skin, a quick, stinging bite that made me gasp. His hands roamed my body, learning every curve, every dip, every hollow as he explored me.
“Look at you,” Lev murmured against my lips. “So eager for us. So desperate.”
I couldn’t deny it and I didn’t want to. My hips rocked against his, a silent, pleading invitation.
Roman laughed darkly, amused. “I bet she’s soaking wet for us already, but she’s wearing too many clothes to tell for sure.”
“Take them off,” Lev commanded.
Roman didn’t hesitate. He unbuttoned my pants, his fingers brushing against my stomach, a light, teasing touch that made my breath hitch. He slowly slid the fabric down my legs, his knuckles grazing my skin. I stepped out of them, kicking them aside.
“Now the shirt,” Lev said.
Roman lifted the hem of my shirt, his hands hot on my skin. He pulled it over my head, and the cool air hit my heated flesh, making me shiver.
I stood before them in just my bra and panties now, my body bared to their hungry gazes, which screamed with appreciation.
“Beautiful,” Roman hummed, his eyes dark with primal heat.
“She is,” Lev agreed. “But she’s still wearing too much.”
He reached behind me, his fingers deftly unhooking my bra.
It fell away, and my breasts were revealed, full and firm, the rosy peaks already hard and aching.
Roman knelt beside Lev, his hands hooking into the sides of my panties.
He pulled them down my legs, and I stood before them, completely naked, my body trembling with anticipation.
“Look at her,” Lev growled. “She is soaking wet for us. Her pussy is practically weeping.”
He slid a finger between my folds, gathering my slickness, then held it up for Roman to see. “See? I told you.”
Roman stood back up and chuckled, a dark merciless kind of sound that vibrated right through me. “She’s desperate for it.”
“She’s our good little slut, isn’t she?” Lev said, his voice a harsh, guttural rasp.
And the worst part was, he was right.
I was a slut for them. A desperate, wanton slut who craved their touch, their possession, their brutal, beautiful claim of my body.
“Beg for us,” Lev commanded. “Beg for our cocks.”
My cheeks burned with shame, but my body betrayed me, a fresh wave of heat washing over me. I wanted to. I wanted to beg, to plead, to debase myself for them, to show them how much I needed this.
“Please,” I begged, feeling suddenly timid.
“Please what?” Lev prodded expectantly.
“Please… fuck me.”
“Both of us,” Roman added in a husky, seductive purr. “Beg us to fuck you together.”
The air crackled with a tension so thick I could taste it. This was another Markov moment. Another point of no return. I was going to be shared by them, to be used by them, to be filled by them.
Both of them.
At the same time.
“Please,” I pleaded. “Please fuck me. Both of you, please fuck me. Together.”
A triumphant smile spread across Lev’s face. He looked at Roman, a silent, predatory understanding passing between them. “Get in the bedroom then and climb on the bed,” Lev ordered. “On your hands and knees. Roman’s going to take that perfect ass of yours first. I want him to feel how tight it is.”
I did as he said, my legs trembling as I walked into the bedroom and climbed onto the bed, my heart pounding against my ribs.
I positioned myself on my hands and knees, my ass up in the air, my heart pounding in my chest. There was a mirror on the side wall, and I looked at myself, naked and presented, waiting for them both to take me.
I watched as Roman knelt behind me on the bed, his hands stroking my ass, his fingers tracing the cleft, then circling my tight, puckered hole. “Look at you,” he crooned. “So eager for it. So ready to be fucked.”
“Don’t be gentle with her,” Lev said. “She’s a dirty girl who likes it rough.”
“I never am,” Roman growled, a promise and a warning all wrapped in one.
Lev came around to the side of the bed, his hand gripping my hair, pulling my head back.
He looked down at me, his eyes dark, fathomless, burning with a fire that made my blood run hot.
“You look so good like this,” he said. “On your hands and knees. Ready to be used. You were made for this, weren’t you? Made to take both our cocks at once.”
A hot, prickling shame washed over me, followed by a rush of dark, illicit excitement. I was on display, a spectacle for their pleasure, a toy for their desires. I was their filthy little slut, and I loved it. Every degrading word, every possessive touch only made me want them more.
“I want you to watch yourself in the mirror as my brother fucks your ass,” Lev said huskily. “I want you to see what a filthy little whore you are for us.”