Chapter 34 #2
He smiled faintly. “Then we’ll teach you what it’s like to let yourself be taken care of, even if just for a little while.”
Lev smoothed his hands over my shoulders and down my arms, grounding me. “You’re stuck with us now.”
Roman grinned, that glint of mischief returning. “She’s probably taking mental notes for her escape plan.”
I laughed, shaking my head.
Roman leaned down and kissed my forehead, lingering for just a heartbeat longer than necessary. “For the record,” he murmured, “I love you, Kara. I’ve probably been halfway in love with you since the second you walked into that bar.”
Lev exhaled, his voice a quiet rumble against my shoulder. “I love you too,” he said simply. “I have for a long, long time, ever since boarding school when you were the one to kiss me first.”
I looked up at him, and the warmth in his eyes undid me completely.
Dmitri didn’t rush to speak. When he finally did, his words were steady and sure. “I don’t fall easily,” he spoke quietly. “I’ve spent my entire life avoiding it. But you… you made it feel inevitable. I love you too, baby girl.”
I swallowed hard, heart hammering. “I don’t know how it happened. I don’t even think I realized it was happening until I realized I didn’t want to stop it. I just… fell for you guys too. I love you too. All three of you.”
I looked at the three of them—at the man who made me laugh when I shouldn’t, at the man who steadied me when I shook, and at the man who saw me when no one else did—and for once, I didn’t feel torn between them.
I felt whole.
“I’m yours,” I whispered.
“Ours,” the three of them echoed together.
Roman moved first. One warm hand cupped my jaw, the rough pad of his thumb tracing the corner of my mouth before he leaned in. His kiss was soft, the kind that made the world narrow to a single heartbeat. When he drew back, his smile was small and genuine, stripped of its usual swagger.
Lev was next. He didn’t say a word. He just moved in front of me and slid his hand around the back of my neck, pressing his forehead to mine for a moment before kissing me.
His lips lingered like he was memorizing the feel of me, and when he finally pulled away, the air around us felt different, quieter.
Dmitri stepped in front of me last. He didn’t rush. He touched my chin, tilting my face up until his eyes met mine. “You’re sure about this?” he asked softly.
I nodded, my breath catching. “Completely.”
His mouth brushed mine, a whisper of warmth that deepened just enough to steal my breath. It was controlled—just like everything he did—but beneath that control was something untamed that shook me to my core.
When he released me, he stepped back and all three of them were looking at me like a group of pack of hungry wolves eyeing their prey.
Roman’s lips curved into a slow, wicked grin. “Alright, boys,” he said, his voice an intimately seductive rumble. “Let’s show her just how much we mean that.”
He scooped me up before I could react, lifting me effortlessly into his arms. I let out a startled laugh, my arms wrapping around his neck. “Roman, what are you doing?”
“Taking you to bed, Kara-with-a-K,” he smirked, his eyes dancing with mischief. “Unless, of course, you’d rather go back to the shakshuka.”
Lev followed, his steps silent, but his eyes burned with that possessive heat that made my skin tingle. “I think she’s had enough to eat for now.”
Dmitri trailed behind them, his gaze darkly heated, a silent promise in his eyes. “I think it’s time for dessert.”
Roman carried me through the penthouse, his steps confident as his brothers followed. He kicked open the door to the master bedroom, and I caught my first glimpse of the sprawling space. It was dominated by a king-sized bed with black silk sheets.
He laid me down on the bed, and I looked up at him, my heart pounding, my breath hitching in my throat.
“Look at you,” he murmured. “So incredibly beautiful. So wholly ours.”
Lev and Dmitri stood beside him, watching, their gazes dark and ravenous.
“Take off your clothes, princess,” Lev commanded.
I did as he said, my fingers fumbling, my movements clumsy with a mixture of nervousness and anticipation. I peeled off my shirt, then my bra. I slid off my pants and panties, and then I was naked, exposed, my body trembling with a mixture of shame and excitement.
I’d never been with all three of them before.
They were all staring at me, their gazes possessive, their expressions a mix of desire and pure devotion.
It was Lev who moved first. He knelt on the bed beside me, his hand sliding up my thigh, his touch a firebrand that made my skin burn. “You’re already wet,” he hummed. “Are you thinking about what we’re going to do to you?”
I nodded, my throat too tight to speak.
“Good girl.”
He leaned down, his mouth claiming mine in typical dominant fashion. His tongue swept into my mouth, a hot, demanding invasion that left me breathless. I moaned, my hands coming up to grip his shoulders, my body arching into his.
Roman moved to the other side of the bed, his hand stroking my hair, his touch gentle. Dmitri stood at the foot of the bed, his gaze dark and fathomless, a silent observer. For now.
Lev’s mouth left mine, trailing a path of fire down my neck, my collarbone, my chest. He took one of my nipples into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the sensitive peak, his teeth grazing it in a way that made me gasp.
“She’s already so worked up,” Roman observed. “I bet her pussy is soaked.”
“She’s a greedy little thing,” Lev growled. “She always wants more.”
He shifted, leaning back on his knees, his legs spreading mine wide as he freed his cock. I lifted my hips in a silent, pleading invitation and without missing a beat, Roman slid a pillow beneath me. Lev positioned himself at my entrance, the thick head teasing my slickened folds.
I wanted this.
“Tell me what you want, princess,” Lev demanded.
“I want you,” I gasped. “I want all of you.”
A deviously wicked grin spread across his face. “You’ll get us all. But you’ll get me first.”
He thrust into me in one ruthlessly brutal stroke. I cried out, my back arching clean off the bed as I struggled to take him. I bit the inside of my cheek as pain and pleasure soared through me with wild abandon.
“Fuck, she’s tight,” he grunted. “And soaked already.”
He set a powerful rhythm, his hips a relentless, pounding force, each thrust driving me toward the edge. Roman watched, his hand stroking his own thick, heavy cock.
“You’re being too gentle with her, brother,” Roman taunted,. “Let me show you how it’s done.”
Lev shot him a dark look, but he didn’t stop his relentless pounding. “She seems to be liking it just fine.”
“She likes it harder and rougher,” Roman corrected. “There’s a difference.”
Dmitri was just watching me, his gaze fathomless, biding his time and a little part of me was nervous about taking his cock in whichever hole he decided to fuck.
Roman took my chin in his fingers and turned my head to face him.
“Open your mouth, Kara,” Roman commanded. “It’s time for you to multitask.”
I did, my lips parting obediently as he pushed inside my mouth.
“That’s it,” Roman grunted, his hips beginning to rock. “Take us both. Take what we give you.”
Lev’s hands gripped my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh hard enough to leave marks. His rhythm grew faster, more demanding.
“I’m going to come,” he growled. “I’m going to fill this sweet little pussy.”
“Not yet,” Roman ordered. “Not before she comes first.”
Dmitri stepped forward then and knelt on the bed beside me, his hand sliding down my stomach, his fingers finding my clit. He circled the sensitive nub with a soft, teasing rhythm, and I cried out, instantly consumed by the euphoric sensation.
“She’s close,” Dmitri murmured. “I can feel her body trembling.”
“Then make her come,” Lev snarled. “Make her come all over my cock.”
Dmitri’s fingers moved faster, his touch becoming more insistent. I could feel the tension coiling in me, and I knew that my climax would be hard enough to make me see stars.
“Let go, princess,” Lev urged. “Let go. Give us what we want.”
My orgasm tore through me with the violence of a tidal wave hitting a rocky shore. I screamed around Roman’s cock as wave after wave of intense, shuddering bliss crashed over me.
Roman pulled out, letting me gasp for air as Lev finally emptied himself inside me. When he was finished, he pulled out, a slow, unhurried movement that left me feeling achingly empty. He leaned over me, his mouth claiming mine in a deep, possessive kiss.
“You’re our filthy little slut, aren’t you, princess?” he murmured against my lips.
“I need to feel that tight cunt,” Roman rumbled impatiently. Without waiting for an answer, he rolled me onto my stomach and hauled my hips up, positioning me on my hands and knees. He was inside me in one hard, deep thrust, filling me completely.
My cry was swallowed up by Lev, who was already kneeling in front of me, his spent cock already hardening again. “Open your mouth, princess,” he commanded.
I opened my lips, and Lev slid his cock inside. Then he pulled out and pushed back in before I could draw a breath.
Roman drove into me, each thrust driving me forward, impaling me further on Lev’s cock. He was fucking me with such a rough, possessive intensity that was both terrifying and overwhelming all at the same time.
“She takes it so well,” Dmitri said appreciatively. “Her body was made for this.”
“Made for us,” Roman corrected.
“She’s a greedy little thing,” Lev said again, his hips beginning to rock back and forth. “She wants it all.”
Roman’s hands gripped my hips a bit harder. “She’s going to get it all.”
Dmitri moved then. “Sit her on top on your cock, Roman. I’m going to take her ass.” His voice was calm, but the command was absolute.