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 jawas 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 mypants, his fingers brushing against my stomach, a light, teasing touch that made my breath hitch. He slowly slid thefabricdown 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 toomuch.”
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. Romankneltbeside 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. “Sheissoaking 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.
Iwasa slut for them. A desperate, wanton slut who craved their touch, their possession, their brutal, beautiful claim of my body.
