Viktor followed a second later, his thrusts becoming more erratic, a string of rough Russian curses falling from his lips. He slammed into me one last time, his body going rigid as he came with a roar, filling my ass with a similar heat. I felt him pulse inside me and I whimpered softly.
For a long moment, the only sounds in the room were four sets of ragged, uneven breaths. I was sandwiched between them, still trembling, my body slick with sweat and our combined cum. Mikhail’s arms were still a steel band around me, the only thing holding me up. Viktor’s chin restedatop my head, his breath fluttering my hair.
Slowly, carefully,the two of them pulled out of me andMikhail lowered me to my feet. My legs wobbled, almost giving out, andI would have collapsed if Viktor hadn’t caught me from behind, steadying me against him.
Viktor chuckled against my ear. “She can barely stand. We broke her.”
“We did,” Mikhail agreed. He reached out, brushing a stray strand of hair from my damp cheek. His eyes were remarkably warm as he stared down at me.
From the armchair, Andrei watched us, a lazy, satisfied smirk on his face. He’d cleaned himself up with my torn panties, but was still slouched in the chair, looking like a lion who’d just feasted on a whole damn herd.
“That was quite a performance,” Andrei drawled, slow-clapping, his gaze raking over my naked, trembling form. “You three put on a good show.”
Viktor grinned, shifting me slightly so I was leaning more against him. “Told you we would, little brother.”
Andrei’s gaze drifted to Mikhail, then back to me. His smirk widened. “So? How was it? Was it everything you imagined? Being fucked by two Dragunovs at once? You’ve got a flood of cum pouring out of you right now. Did you enjoy it as much as it sounded like you did?”
A fresh wave of heat washed over me, a hot blush that I was sure covered me from head to toe. I couldn’t meet his eyes. I could only stare, embarrassed, at a spot on the marble floor, my body still humming with the aftershocks of such an intense experience.
“She’s speechless,” Viktor noted with a laugh. “That’s a good sign.”
Mikhail moved to the bar in the corner of the room. He returned a moment later with a glass of water, handing it to me.
“Drink,” he said, his tone leaving no room for argument.
My fingers trembled as I gratefully took the glass and held it to my cheek, the cool condensation a welcome shock against my heated skin. I took a long drink, the crisp water soothing my dry throat. When I handed the glass back, my gaze finally lifted to Mikhail’s. There was no teasing in his eyes, no dark amusement like in Viktor’s or Andrei’s. There was only a deep, passionate intensity that was solely focused on me.
“Good girl,” he murmured.
Andrei finally pushed himself out of the armchair. He moved slowly, with a feral grace that made my stomach flip. He stopped in front of me, his pants hanging open and low on his hips, his spent cock still impressive even in its softening state. He reached out, his fingers tracing the line of my jaw.
“Answer me, princess,” he growled. “How was it?”
I opened my mouth, but I couldn’t find the words. How could I possibly describe what it felt like to be so completely possessed, to be stretched and filled and used until I was a trembling, sobbing mess? How could I explain the dark, depraved pleasure of it?
Andrei’s thumb brushed over my lower lip. “You don’t have to say it,” he murmured, a small, victorious smile playing on his lips. “I can see it in your eyes. You loved every second of it.”
And he was right.
I did.
CHAPTER 22
Dubai, one week ago…
Mikhail
Katya was a mess.
A beautiful, trembling, thoroughly fucked mess.
Her skin was flushed a deep rose, her lips swollen, her eyes hazy and unfocused. She clutched the glass of water I’d given her like a lifeline, her hands shaking a little as she handed it back, lifting her eyes to mine. We gazed at each other silently while my brothers teased her. She was leaning against Viktor, who was still holding her up, his arms wrapped around her waist from behind. She looked like she might shatter into a million pieces if we so much as breathed on her too hard.
She was magnificent.
I watched her, a strange, unfamiliar feeling settling in my chest. It was more than satisfaction. More than the simple, animal pleasure of a good fuck. It was something… more. A fierce,protective instinct that went against everything I’d trained myself to be. I didn’t like it, but I couldn’t deny it.
I was falling for her.
