18. Misha
MISHA
I had to slow down. Seeing Peyton step out in confidence made me so damned proud, falling to my knees came far too easily. I ran my hand between her legs and took one more long, deep breath before rocking onto my heels and standing.
I doubted I could bring myself to care even if she were a spy. I wanted her. I wanted nothing but her. Even if I had to continue to share her, I would.
Years of reading people, of coming to understand motivation and conflict, meant getting it wrong put people in body bags.
Every instinct I had pointed in the same direction.
She hadn’t flinched at the right moments to prove she was lying.
A woman playing a role didn’t respond the way Peyton did.
She didn’t give herself away with her too-wide eyes but proved her innocence.
Anyone who knew Anton would have had a reaction to his name. We were cold, callous men, but Anton was a monster.
Viktor and Leo’s footsteps sounded behind me, both men coming closer.
The heat between all four of us ratcheted up to an all-time high, and Peyton made a low, mewling sound when I didn’t return to my place between her legs.
Leo rounded the desk, sweeping his arm across the surface, clearing it of everything. He met my eyes over Peyton’s head, a quick nod saying he understood.
I had performed countless interrogations for our brotherhood. I trusted my instincts.
That gut wrench I’d experienced earlier when Viktor tried to say Peyton worked for Anton was more than emotions.
Rational facts be damned. I feathered my hands through her hair, tipping her head back and angling her chin so I could settle my hands around her neck and stroke her pulse. “We’re going to take care of you.”
“You already have.” Her breathlessness made me smile, and I let her see how much it pleased me to hear her admission.
Her reaction to Leo’s question had only reinforced my confidence.
Peyton was not our spy. I kissed the pulse point beneath her ear, the rapid fluttering igniting my blood.
“You have no idea how beautiful you are, how incredible you look right here, just like this.” I skimmed her body with a heated look.
She took a risk offering her body to us in our office.
“I was certain this was one fantasy I would never be allowed to live out.”
“I didn’t know this was one of your fantasies.” She pressed her hips into me, seeking and needy.
I broke away and removed my clothes, tearing them off as quickly as possible and tossing them aside.
Fuck it.
I’d taken things slow enough.
Time to heat it up. I claimed her lips at the same time I lifted her leg over my arm and lined up my cock with her entrance.
Her breathing hitched, but she gripped my shoulders, her moans the most erotic consent in the world.
I thrust into her in one long stroke, my balls clapping into her ass with the force of my movement.
She gasped into my mouth and rocked her hips.
Leo slid into place behind her, bracing her and sliding his cock along her ass.
“These curves,” I whispered against her lips. “You are amazing, Peyton. So perfect for us.”
Viktor slid in from the side and fondled her breasts, rolling her nipples the way she loved and drawing out a series of panting breaths. “I want you bent over the desk. I want this ass in the air, and my cock so deep inside you forget how to speak.”
“Yes.” Her hips rocked, her pussy fluttering around me.
Doubts fled in the face of Peyton’s cries.
This could not be faked. I’d spent enough time with people who lied for a living to know the difference between performance and surrender. Peyton surrendered. To us, and to herself. To whatever this was between the four of us.
Her sincerity, her beauty inside and out, could not be faked. I deepened my thrusts, claiming her with each one and slamming her into Leo, who rocked her back onto me.
“Fuck.” I wrenched away from her. “I need to see Viktor take you. The image is too perfect.”
Leo agreed with a nod.
Together, we turned Peyton and splayed her belly first on the desk.
At a nudge from my foot, she widened her stance, peering over her shoulder at all three of us.
“Can I suck Leo’s cock while you fuck me?” Her voice barely quivered, which I took as a win. She’d become comfortable enough with us to not only talk dirty but to ask for what she wanted.
“Yes.” Viktor eased between her legs and pressed his thumb against her ass.
She gasped, her mouth falling open. Leo took the opportunity to lay out his dick, and she licked his shaft, then bobbed her head over him.
Viktor took his time, pressing harder with his thumb and then the head of his cock.
Her body quivered, goosebumps popping along her shoulders and down her arms.
She grabbed Leo’s cock with both hands, stroking him at the same pace Viktor pumped her ass.
God, they were a sight to behold. I should be jealous. If it was any other woman, I might be, but Peyton belonged to us. I would give her anything as long as she remained ours.
The thought should have alarmed me. Attachment was a liability. Hadn’t I learned that already?
Viktor knew it. Leo did too.
We built our lives around the understanding that emotions got people killed.
Yet here I stood, stroking my cock and watching my brothers ruin a woman I’d known for weeks, already certain I’d burn the world to the fucking ground before I let anything touch her.
Even if that meant watching my brothers fuck her from both ends as I waited. It would be worth it. When they finished with her, she would be limp and incredibly sensitive. And she would fall apart on my cock.
“I wish you could see this for yourself.” I stroked my cock, taking my time and enjoying the show. “When they finish with you, I’m going to take my turn. And I want you sitting up on the desk, your legs wide open for me.”
She made a low sound in the back of her throat, and Leo bucked forward with a curse.
He arched his back. “That’s our girl. I’m going to come in your mouth, Peyton. You feel so good, I’m finally letting you have all of it. Open a little wider for me. That’s my girl.” He worked deep into her throat, the sound of her gagging driving him faster and harder.
Viktor quickened his pace, the two of them pounding into her so hard and fast, her body barely moved from their syncopated rhythm.
All three came at the same time, Viktor slapping Peyton’s ass, the veins in his neck standing taut. Peyton sucked Leo off like she’d been doing it her entire life, her eyes locked on him as pleasure stretched her mouth into a puckered O.
Leo palmed the back of her head, gave one last thrust, and slid free. “Your turn, Misha.”
I did not need him to tell me, but Peyton took it as an incentive to roll onto her back, then sit up.
Her mussed hair haloed her face in a wild tangle, and I buried my hands in the depths, not giving her a chance to catch her breath as I bottomed out in her pussy.
“Come for me again. Just for me this time.” I pistoned my hips, filling her completely with every thrust. I did not hold back, did not slow down.
I unleashed everything on her, fucking her with all the intensity that burned in my bones.
The desk squeaked as my thighs pounded into the edge, driving Peyton up and down my shaft.
Baring my teeth as the first edge of pleasure crawled up the back of my neck, I palmed her ass, spreading her wider, then clapped my free hand against her clit.
Her eyes shot wide, the first cries of her orgasm throwing her head back.
“That’s it. That’s what we want to see. You came in here asking to be fucked.” I deepened my thrusts, bouncing her tits with a series of clapping sounds. “How does it measure up, Peyton? Did we give you what you want?”
“Yes.” Her nails dug into my shoulders. “Yes. This is what I wanted. And it’s better than I imagined. You fuck like a maniac, Misha. I love it.” She caressed my jaw with her fingertips. “I didn’t know roleplaying could be so fun.”
This, if nothing else, proved she thought our interrogation was all part of a game. She was too innocent, too pure, to imagine the truth of our world. I lived in darkness, my life and skills at the beck and call of the Bratva. My brotherhood.
My cock swelled, my balls tightening. I wouldn’t last much longer, and I needed to make every second count.
Bending at the waist, I hooked Peyton’s legs around my waist and widened my stance.
Every thrust brought us together with a loud slap of flesh on flesh. She held me tight, her breathless whispers almost nonsense in my ears.
Almost.
“I’m coming, Misha. I want this to last forever, but I can’t. I can’t stop it. I never thought it could be like this. I never thought being hunted and then fucked would be so hot. I want you to chase me again, Misha.”
Fuck. Her words pushed me over the edge, and I took her with me.
By the time we caught our breath, Viktor and Leo were there, ready to help her to her feet.
My body trembled, the intensity of the moment leaving my legs weak. I’d never felt anything like it before, and I wasn’t sure I liked her hold over me.
I’d walked out of rooms where men twice her size had not managed to shake me. I’d stood over bodies and felt less than nothing. But seeing her smooth her dress earlier had undone me. And she’d done it without even trying.
Leo ran his hands through her hair, smoothing the wild strands. “Would you like to come home with us? Have dinner?” He grinned lightly, his mouth creasing. “And perhaps another round.”
Peyton slid off the desk and into Leo’s arms. I knew what she’d say before she opened her mouth. Her eyes gave her away, and I locked down my face before it betrayed me by showing my disappointment.
“I can’t.” Her voice came out small but certain.
She gathered her hair behind her neck and twisted it into a messy bun.
“I’m having dinner with my family. It’s a weekly thing, and I can’t miss it.
” Moving across the room, her body still flushed with pleasure, she gathered up the lingerie and slipped back into her dress, tying it around her waist with shaking hands. “But I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Does this mean work sex is now acceptable?” The question I asked stopped her in her tracks, her back to me. To us.
She turned slowly, her bottom lip caught between her teeth. “To an extent… yes.” A smile flashed, and she opened the door. “As long as no one sees.”
Oh, we could take care of that.
The door clicked shut. I stood there with her scent on my skin and the ghost of her warmth in my hands, and for the first time in my very empty life, I craved connection.
Viktor moved to the window, and Leo straightened his shirt.
The silence stretched, familiar but bordering on tense. I turned over every second of the last hour, searching it for anything that might prove me wrong.
Peyton was not a liar.
A woman sent by Anton would not look at me the way Peyton did when she thought I wasn’t paying attention.
Anton’s people feared failure. He built them to fear everything.
When sufficient time had passed for her to be out of earshot, Leo, Viktor, and I faced each other.
We didn’t need words to confirm what we all understood. Peyton was not a spy. If, and that was a very nearly impossible if, she was, she was entirely too good at the role and we deserved to be wrong.