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 thingI 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 mehungrily. 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. Hehooked 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.
Viktor grinned, then hooked his fingers in the crotch of my panties and pulled. The fabric strained, then lost the battle with a tearing sound that was shockingly loud in the quiet room. He threw that ruined scrap to Andrei as well, who caught it and brought the wet silk to his face.
I was completely naked before these three huge, fully dressed men, bared to the searing intensity in their eyes.
I forced myself not to think about Andrei watching us. I squeezed my eyes shut for a second, focusing on the hands onmy body, the heat in the room, anything but the third set of eyes burning holes into my skin.
