Page 114 of Marked By the Mob

“That’s it,” Artur murmurs against her lips. “Let go for us.”

Eduard’s hand slides down her stomach, and his fingers join mine, pressing inside her while I focus on her clit. She’s tight and hot, and I feel her clench around his fingers.

Emma’s breathing becomes ragged, her hands fisting in the sheets. I increase the pressure of my tongue, and Eduard curls his fingers inside her, finding that spot that makes her cry out.

“Oh god,” she gasps. “I’m going to?—”

“Come for us,” I say against her skin.

She shatters, her back arching off the bed as the orgasm crashes through her. I don’t stop, working her through it until she’s trembling and oversensitive. Only then do I pull back, pressing a kiss to her inner thigh.

Eduard withdraws his fingers, bringing them to his mouth and sucking them clean. “Fucking perfect.”

Artur kisses her deeply, and I move up the bed to lie beside her. My cock is hard enough to hurt, straining against my pants, but I ignore it. This isn’t about getting off. This is about showing her she’s loved, that she’s safe, and that she’s ours.

Emma reaches for my belt, but I catch her hand. “No.”

“But you’re?—”

“This is for you,” I say firmly. “Just you.”

She looks at Eduard and Artur, both of whom are clearly hard, the bulges in their pants obvious. “But?—”

“We don’t need to come to enjoy this,” Artur says, brushing hair back from her face. “Watching you fall apart is enough.”

Eduard nods. “More than enough.”

I see the moment she understands, the way her eyes soften with emotion. She pulls me down for a kiss.

We spend the next hour touching her, kissing her, bringing her to orgasm over and over. Each time, we hold back our own release, focusing entirely on her pleasure. By the time we’re done, she’s boneless and sated, her skin flushed and her eyes heavy with satisfaction.

I pull her against my chest, and Eduard and Artur curl around her from either side. My cock is still hard, aching, but I don’t care. The look on her face, the peace in her expression, is worth any amount of discomfort.

“I love you,” she whispers.

“We love you too,” I say, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

She falls asleep between us, and I lie there watching her breathe, feeling the steady rhythm of her heartbeat against my chest.

The next evening, we gather around the dinner table. Emma seems lighter somehow, the weight of yesterday’s confrontation still present but no longer crushing her. She picks at her food, and I notice she’s barely eaten anything.

“You feeling okay?” I ask.

She sets down her fork and looks at each of us in turn. There’s something in her expression I can’t quite read, nervous but also determined.

“I need to tell you something,” she says.

Eduard leans back in his chair. “What is it?”

Emma takes a deep breath. “I’m pregnant.”

The words hang in the air for a moment. I feel like I’ve been punched in the chest, but in the best possible way. Artur’s fork clatters against his plate, and Eduard goes completely still.

“You’re sure?” I ask, my voice rough.

She nods. “I took three tests. All positive.”

I’m out of my chair before I realize I’m moving, pulling her up and into my arms. Eduard and Artur are right behind me, surrounding her with our bodies.