Chapter 21 #2
“And exactly what we want,” Andrei added.
Viktor nodded toward me wickedly. “And we know exactly what you want too.”
“Viktor,” I hissed again.
“Correct me if I’m wrong,” he said, tilting his head. “Go on. Say I’m wrong.”
I couldn’t.
And the three of them knew it.
I tried one last weak protest. “You’re not allowed to gang up on me.”
Viktor smirked. “What about gang bangs, then? Still on the table? One cock, two cocks, three cocks? One at a time? All at the same time?”
I didn’t think my cheeks could get any hotter. I wished I was girly enough to faint.
Mikhail shook his head, clearly amused. “So, tell us. Do you want one Dragunov… or all three?”
The answer tangled in my throat. They waited. The silence stretched long enough to make my pulse trip.
Finally, the truth slipped out in a whisper.
“You’re right. I don’t want to choose between you. I want you all.”
All three of them moved at once like a pack of wolves circling a meal they’d decided to share.
“Good,” Andrei murmured, thumb stroking my jaw.
“Very good,” Mikhail said, voice like velvet over steel.
Viktor leaned close to my ear and spoke low enough that only I heard. “Because we’ve already agreed to share you.”
“You can’t just decide that for me,” I said, flustered and hot and failing entirely at pretending I didn’t love every second of this.
Viktor grinned, wicked and satisfied. “You keep saying that! We know you want it, kotenok. You’ve been looking at us like we’re your own personal buffet since you walked in this room.”
Andrei laughed softly. “It’s true. She’s been undressing us with her eyes.”
Mikhail gave me a look so dark and intimate it made my stomach flip. “You’re ours, Katya. We know it and you know it.”
The room felt too warm, too close, too charged. The Dragunov brothers weren’t flanking me anymore. They were surrounding me now, and my heart started pounding like a frantic little bird trapped in a gilded cage.
Viktor’s eyes dragged down my neck in a slow, hungry sweep that made my breath catch in a way I hoped he didn’t hear. He smirked immediately. “Look at that,” he said to the others like I wasn’t standing right there. “She’s trembling for us.”
“I am not,” I muttered, even though my pulse felt like it was caught somewhere between my ribs and my throat.
Andrei brushed a knuckle over my cheek, so gently it contradicted his usual cocky bravado. “You’re blushing again,” he observed. “I like when you do that. It makes my cock hard.”
I glared at him, which only made Viktor snort. “She’s cute when she tries to be intimidating.”
“I am intimidating,” I snapped, even as the heat in my cheeks betrayed me.
Mikhail stepped forward last and his presence alone made my knees feel unreliable.
“You are intimidating,” he said in that impossibly calm voice.
“And brilliant. And dangerous. And you’ve survived things most people could never even dream of.
” He angled his head, studying me. “But right now? You are also blushing like a schoolgirl.”
I wanted to crawl under a rock.
Mikhail’s fingers brushed the side of my jaw, steady and sure. “We’re proud of you,” he stated. “For everything you did in Moldova. For saving Andrei on that plane. For everything that you are. We are proud you are ours.”
Andrei nodded immediately. “You kept me alive last night. You kept both of us and that poor stewardess alive. That took guts and brains.”
Viktor added, “And you looked hot doing it.”
“Viktor,” Mikhail warned.
“What? She did.”
My face burned so hot that I was surprised the windows didn’t fog.
Before I could come up with some clever retort, Viktor dipped his head and brushed his lips over my cheekbone. Soft. Testing. My heartbeat stuttered.
“That was for saving the plane. It was expensive,” he murmured.
Andrei made an annoyed sound in his throat, not quite jealous, but definitely competitive. “Move,” he said, nudging Viktor aside.
He cupped my face gently with both hands and pressed a slower, deeper kiss to the opposite cheek. I felt it all the way down to my spine. “And that was for saving me.”
My knees wobbled. Actually wobbled.
Viktor grinned like a cat left alone with a vat of cream. “She’s melting.”
“I am not melting—”
Mikhail stepped in front of me then, hands settling lightly on my waist for only a second. I went completely still. Then he tilted my chin up, and the heat in his dark eyes made my stomach twist in a way I wasn’t prepared for.
“And this,” he said softly, “is simply because I want to.”
He kissed my lips.
It wasn’t rushed or demanding. It wasn’t soft either. It was firm and intentional and calm in a way that made my nipples tighten. My fingers wound into his shirt before I realized I’d moved them.
When he finally pulled back, my heart was trembling in my chest. Viktor looked delighted. Andrei looked like he was about two seconds from pulling me into his arms and tearing my clothes off.
Mikhail stepped aside only slightly, leaving me standing there between them, flushed, breathless, and painfully aware of how much I wanted all of them.
Andrei brushed his thumb over my lower lip in a gesture that sent heat spiraling low in my stomach. “She wants more,” he stated, eyes glinting.
“I do not,” I lied.
Viktor laughed. “Sweetheart, your pupils are huge. You want all of us and you know it.”
Mikhail’s voice came low behind me. “And we want you.”
My breath stuttered.
They were too close. Too warm. Too intense. And I knew I should say something clever or dismissive, but the only thing I could manage was a whispered, “You three are going to ruin me.”
Andrei grinned like a man hearing that he’d just won the lottery. “That’s the idea.”
Viktor leaned in and murmured against my ear, “We’ll take turns.”
Mikhail added, “Or we won’t.”
A shiver tore through me before I could stop it. All three of them saw.
And they smiled, dark, knowing smiles that made my pulse pound.
Viktor’s gaze slid over me hungrily. He looked from Mikhail to Andrei and back to me.
A wicked grin spread across his face. “Well, now,” he drawled, “that’s a very tempting idea.
All three of us at once. Stretching every hole.
Filling you up until you’re coming so hard that you’re screaming our names.
” He paused for a second, then shook his head with a theatrical sigh.
“At least, as much as you can with your mouth full.” He glanced in Andrei’s direction. “But we have a problem.”
Mikhail arched a brow. “Do we?”
Andrei scowled. “No, we don’t.”
Viktor gestured to Andrei’s head with mock seriousness. “Our brave hero over here looks like he’s about to pass out. You can’t properly fuck a woman when you’re seeing two of her.”
“I’m fine,” Andrei bit out, even as he swayed slightly.
Mikhail’s knowing gaze assessed Andrei for a long, silent beat. “He has a point,” he conceded, tone flat. “You need to rest.”
Andrei’s glare could have peeled paint. “I don’t want to rest.”
Viktor smirked, completely unbothered. “You’re injured, brother.
Useless for the main event. But that doesn’t mean you have to miss out.
You can watch…” He turned to me, and the heat in his eyes was so intense it felt like a physical touch.
“You wouldn’t deny a poor injured soldier a ringside seat, would you, kotenok?
Let my little brother watch how a woman is well and truly fucked while Mikhail and I use you how we see fit. ”
A jolt went through me. The thought of it, of being taken by them while Andrei watched, was terrifying and electrifying all at once. My pussy clenched. At the same time, I felt a slick heat gathering between my thighs.
“I…” My voice was a breathy mess. “I don’t…”
“Good,” Viktor said, taking my lack of denial as an enthusiastic agreement.
He grabbed my hand and started pulling me toward the sprawling living area.
Mikhail followed, a silent, looming presence that made my skin prickle.
“Mikhail and I have some unfinished business with you, don’t we? ” Viktor continued.
Andrei’s chair scraped against the marble floor as he dragged it to face a large, plush sectional sofa.
He sat down, wincing, then propped his chin on his hand, elbow on the armrest. His eyes were dark, fixed on me, a dangerous mix of frustration and a dark, possessive hunger that made my stomach clench.
“Fine. I’ll watch,” he bit out. “But you better put on a good show.”
Viktor laughed. “Oh, we will, little brother. Don’t you worry.”
He pushed me down onto the center of the huge sofa, the deep cushions swallowing me.
He stood over me for a moment, just looking at me like a panther evaluating a doe.
Then he knelt, placing a knee between my legs, and forcing them apart.
He hooked a finger in the waistband of my cargo pants. “Let’s get rid of these, shall we?”
I didn’t resist. How could I?
He tugged them down my hips, the fabric scraping over my skin, baring me to the cool, air-conditioned room. He tossed them aside like they were nothing. My thin forest green silk panties were already damp, a fact he noticed immediately.
“Already so wet for us,” he murmured, tracing the line of fabric with one finger. The touch sent a shiver straight to my core. “So incredibly eager.”
A deep chuckle rumbled from Mikhail as he moved beside Viktor. He ran his hands down my arms to the hem of my shirt. “She’s always eager.”
In one smooth move, he pulled my shirt up over my head and off my arms and dropped it to the floor.
Before I could blink, his nimble fingers had defeated the clasp of my matching bra and slipped the straps down my arms. The cups hung for a moment on my peaked nipples before he plucked it off between thumb and forefinger and tossed it to Andrei.