Page 113 of Marked By the Mob

Eduard’s fingers brush along her spine. “Always.”

Emma looks at each of us in turn, and something shifts in her expression. The pain is still there, but underneath it is something else. Trust, maybe. Or acceptance.

“Let us take care of you,” I say, my voice low. “You’ve been carrying this weight alone for too long.”

She nods, exhaustion evident in the slope of her shoulders. Eduard moves behind her, his large hands settling on her upper back, and I feel the tension radiating through her body.

“You’re wound tight as hell,” Eduard murmurs, his thumbs pressing into the knots along her shoulder blades. “When’s the last time you relaxed?”

Emma lets out a shaky breath. “I don’t remember.”

Artur guides her toward the bed and she sits on the edge. I kneel in front of her, unlacing her boots while Eduard continues working the tension from her shoulders. His fingers dig into the muscles with practiced pressure and Emma’s eyes flutter closed.

“That’s it,” Eduard says. “Just breathe.”

I pull off her boots and socks, then my hands find her calves. The muscles are tight beneath my palms and I work them slowly, feeling the knots give way under my touch. Emma’s head drops forward, her hair falling like a curtain around her face.

Artur sits beside her, brushing the hair back from her neck. His lips press against her temple, then her cheek. “We love you. You know that, right?”

“I know,” she whispers.

Eduard’s hands slide down her arms then back up to her neck. “Lie down, sweetheart. Let us do this properly.”

She shifts onto the bed, lying on her stomach. I move to sit beside her hip while Eduard straddles her thighs, his weight careful and controlled. Artur positions himself near her head, his fingers threading through her hair.

Eduard’s hands work up her spine, pressing into each vertebra with firm, deliberate pressure. Emma makes a soft sound, somewhere between a sigh and a moan, and I feel my cock harden in response. But this isn’t about me. This isn’t about any of us.

This is about her.

I run my hand along her calf, then up to her thigh, feeling the lean muscle beneath her jeans. “These need to come off,” I say. “They’re in the way.”

Emma lifts her hips slightly and I unfasten her jeans, sliding them down her legs. Her ass is perfect, round and firm in simple black panties, and I have to force myself to focus on the massage rather than the urge to grab her.

My hands return to her legs, working the tension from her thighs. Eduard continues along her back, his thumbs digging into the tight spots along her spine. Artur watches her face, his fingers stroking through her hair with gentle reverence.

“You’re safe here,” Artur murmurs. “Always safe with us.”

Eduard pulls her shirt up, and she lifts enough for him to remove it completely. Her bra follows, and then she’s lying there in just her panties, her skin golden in the lamplight. Eduard’s hands spread across her bare back, and I watch the way her muscles respond to his touch, slowly releasing the tension she’s been holding.

My hands move higher on her thighs, my thumbs brushing the edge of her panties. Emma’s breathing changes, becoming deeper, and I glance up to see her eyes are still closed but her lips are parted.

“Turn over,” I say softly.

She does and the sight of her steals my breath. Her breasts are full and perfect, nipples already tight. Her stomach is flat, and I can see the slight tremble in her muscles as she looks at the three of us.

“You’re fucking beautiful,” Eduard says, his voice rough.

I lean down and press my lips to her ankle, then her calf, working my way up her leg with slow kisses. Artur cups her face, his thumb brushing across her lower lip before he kisses her. It’s deep and claiming, and I watch her melt into it.

Eduard’s hands slide up her sides, his thumbs brushing the undersides of her breasts. Emma arches slightly and he takes that as permission, his palms covering her completely. He kneads the soft flesh, his fingers finding her nipples and rolling them gently.

I kiss along her inner thigh, feeling her legs part for me. Her panties are damp, the scent of her arousal making my cock throb painfully against my zipper. I ignore it, focusing instead on her pleasure.

I hook my fingers in her panties and pull them down, exposing her completely. She’s already wet, her core glistening, and I spread her thighs wider. My tongue finds her clit, and she gasps, her hips lifting off the bed.

Eduard lowers his head to her breast, his mouth closing over her nipple. Artur continues kissing her neck, her jaw, and her lips, swallowing every sound she makes.

I work her slowly, my tongue circling her clit before dipping lower to taste her. She’s sweet and perfect—I could do this forhours. Her thighs tremble against my shoulders, and I feel her getting closer.