And as much as I knew I shouldn’t, curiosity got the better of me. I was still the reporter at heart. Nothing would change that. I crept forward and peeked around the door, getting an eye full.
Oh, holy motherfucker.
They were in profile and naked on her bed. Eva was on her hands and knees…with Stash just as naked behind her. He slowly pumped into her, his ass and legs muscles clenching with the motion, his hands gripping her hips as he stared down at what he was doing. Eva moaned and arched, lifting her ass higher in the air, her shoulders hitting the bed.
Sounding fucking pissed, Stash hissed, “Did you miss this when you were fucking Merc?”
Merc? She’d had sex with Merc?
He drove into her harder. “Did he fuck you from behind, baby?” Oh, my. This was a side of him, I had never seen before. He reached down, grabbing a handful of her hair, and yanked her up, making her body arch, her head against his shoulder. “Tell me, did he make you feel this good?”
Eva groaned when he drove into her even harder, but she sounded just as pissed when she asked, “What about those two fucking blondes you screwed?”
Stash growled low, letting go of her hair, running his hands around her waist, up her ribcage to her bouncing breasts, gripping them as he started thrusting in harder and faster. “Don’t give me that shit. You asked for the damn break.”
Eva reached down and back, grabbing his hips and holding on. “I only asked for it until you could figure out how to get around Papa’s security here.” Lock the damn door, then. “And you know Artur was catching on.”
“It took me forever to figure out his fucking system without anyone’s help.” Stash groaned, his head falling back. “No more.” He gasped. “No more fucking break.”
Eva tilted her hips, pressing back against him, and she growled, “No more fucking blondes. Or brunettes. Or whatever the fuck else.”
“Exclusion, baby?” Stash dipped his head, licking across her shoulder. “That’s not like you.”
Eva started panting heavily, and she whispered, “Stash…” It sounded like a plea.
Stash’s breathing was starting to get just as heavy as hers, but he was silent as he slowed his pace, staring down at her body over her shoulder. He hesitated, and then said, “You’re serious.” A statement. “You really want exclusion? I’ve never done that before.”
“Try,” Eva panted, whimpering.
I saw the change in him. He went from considering to…one of his hands slid from her breasts, down to her bare crotch, and he gripped her, his muscles bulging as he growled, “That means no one else’s cock goes here but mine. That means your fucking pussy is mine until we’re through.” He kept his hand below, but his other hand left her breasts and went back to her hair, yanking her head and making her arch again. “Do you understand, Eva? No one else.”
She cried out, nodding, and his fingers began moving through her folds below, and his pace picked up, but she still growled, “If I see anyone near your cock, I’ll kill them.”
Stash grunted. “At least, we understand each other.” He groaned, and she started whimpering and grinding against him…
I slipped out of her room just as quietly as I had entered it, hearing their escalating sounds of pleasure. I knew my eyes were huge. Hell, I was even panting a little. That had been a whole different insight to them I wasn’t sure I really wanted to know. But, God, they had looked kind of perfect together. Most definitely not new lovers by what they said, or by their actions. This had been going on for some time. A long damn time, I was betting.
Well…fuck. I had to go back into Daniil’s and my room. And face Eva’s brother, dad, and granddad after I had just seen Stash fucking and dominating her. I understood now why they were keeping it secret. Eva was the only female of the family. A family of protective, loving, and scary as hell men. I wondered how many men—now, I knew Merc included—she had hidden from them in the past. Hell, if she wasn’t serious about them, I think I would probably hide them all. So, now wasn’t the time to give their little secret away.
I cleared my throat and squared my shoulders. Time to put on a damn good performance. I hoped I was up for it. Walking into the room, I saw that Artur, Roman, Kirill, Chloe, and Ember had all joined the group in his private living room. Fucking perfect.
“Well,” Grigori drawled, sipping on his vodka, leaning back against the wall, pulling at the collar of his tux. “Is she finished?”
Oh, good Lord.
Clearing my throat, I answered honestly, “It looked like she was almost done.” I prayed that Stash wasn’t drawing their reunion out.
Ember’s eyes started to go all freaky, so I quickly turned and went to grab some water at the bar, effectively putting my back to her. But she still asked, “Is something wrong, Elizabeth?”
“Nope,” I stated as calmly as I could. The pitch of my tone was a little high, so I amended quickly, “I’m just nervous about tonight.”
I felt Daniil behind me, and I took a sip of my water, clearing my dry throat. He tilted my chin back gently as everyone started talking again, and stared into my eyes, all the way to my damn soul. Why, oh, why I ever thought I could lie to him, I had no clue. His jaw was set, and he started to stalk out of the room.
Oh, fuck!
I grunted—doing the only thing I knew how to do to stop him—and grabbed my belly.
Pathetic, really. But I dropped my head and grimaced.
