I pull back, catch my breath, look up at him through my lashes.
"How does it feel?"
"Like heaven." His thumb traces my lower lip, swollen from friction. "Like you were made for this."
I take him again. Deeper. His hand tightens in my hair.
"Use your hand too," he instructs, voice rougher now. "What you can't fit in your mouth, stroke with your fingers. Keep the pressure consistent."
I wrap my hand around the base. Coordinate the movement with my mouth. Up and down. Steady rhythm. Watching his face for reactions.
His jaw clenches. His breathing grows ragged. I can feel him fighting for control, and power surges through me at the knowledge that I'm doing this to him. That I'm making the most controlled man I've ever known come apart.
"Faster," he says, and it's almost a plea. "Just like that. Don't stop."
I don't stop. I increase the pace, sucking harder, stroking faster. His hips start to move, shallow thrusts that match my rhythm.
"I'm close," he warns. "Victoria, I'm—"
He tries to pull back. I don't let him. I take him deeper, want to feel him lose control, want to know how he tastes.
He comes with a groan that I feel in my bones. Hot and pulsing against my tongue, and I swallow everything he gives me, working him through the aftershocks until he's gasping.
"Good girl," he murmurs, voice breaking on the words. "You listen perfectly."
He pulls me up his body, captures my mouth in a desperate kiss that tastes of sex and devotion. He doesn't hesitate, doesn't flinch from where my mouth has just been.
When we break apart, he's looking at me with an expression I can't quite read.
"It makes me a caveman," he says quietly. "Being the first to give you pleasure—"
"Maksim." I cut him off, guilt rising in my chest. "I need to tell you the truth."
He goes still. Watchful.
"My first orgasm with a man..." I swallow. Force myself to hold his gaze. "t was with Zakhar."
Silence. Heavy and terrible.
I continue, the words tumbling out now. "Yesterday. In the security room. He was angry that I'd left the house. He kissed me, and then he... we didn't have sex, but he made me come. Twice."
Maksim's expression is unreadable.
"And Alexei," I add, because if I'm confessing, I might as well confess everything. "We kissed."
I brace myself for anger. For rejection. For the coldness I've seen him turn on enemies and threats.
He's very still. Very quiet. But he's still holding me.
"I don't know what's wrong with me," I whisper. "But I want all three of you. The same way. It doesn't make sense, and I know it's not normal, but I can't seem to stop it."
The silence stretches so long I start to wonder if I've destroyed everything.
Then Maksim speaks.
"I won't stand in your way," he says slowly. "If you want to explore this with my brothers, I won't stop it."
I just stare at him.
