Page 119 of Marked By the Mob

I move to Rurik first, my hands sliding up his chest to loosen his tie. He watches me with those intense pale eyes, letting me undress him slowly. I push his jacket off his shoulders, then work the buttons of his shirt, revealing the broad expanse of his chest. My fingers trace the scars there, the evidence of a violent life, before I lean in and press my lips to his skin.

“Sit,” I murmur against his chest.

He obeys, settling onto the edge of the bed. I kneel between his thighs, my hands working his belt and zipper. When I free his cock, thick and hard, I wrap my fingers around him and stroke slowly.

“Fuck,” Rurik groans, his hand tangling in my hair.

I take him into my mouth, my tongue swirling around the head before I slide down his length. He’s big, stretching my lips, but I relax my throat and take him deeper. His hips jerk slightly, and I feel his fingers tighten in my hair.

I work him with my mouth and hand, finding the rhythm that makes his breathing quicken. When I feel him getting close, I pull back, pressing a kiss to the tip before moving to Eduard.

He’s already stripped down to his pants, his gray eyes dark with hunger. I push him back onto the bed beside Rurik and free his cock, equally hard and ready. Eduard’s hand cups my face as I take him into my mouth, his thumb brushing across my cheek.

“You’re so fucking beautiful like this,” he murmurs.

I hum around him, the vibration making him groan. I alternate between them, keeping both on the edge but not letting either finish. Artur watches from across the room, his dark eyes heated as he strokes himself through his pants.

“Come here,” I say to him, my voice rough.

He crosses to me immediately, and I make quick work of his clothes. When all three of them are naked and hard, I stand and let them undress me. The wedding dress pools at my feet, followed by my bra and panties.

Rurik pulls me onto his lap, positioning me so I’m straddling him. His cock presses against my entrance, and I sink down slowly, taking him inside. The stretch is perfect, filling me completely.

Eduard moves behind me, his hands sliding up my sides to cup my breasts. His fingers find my nipples, rolling them gently as Rurik starts to move beneath me. Artur kneels beside us, his mouth finding mine in a deep kiss.

The pleasure builds quickly, all three of them touching me, claiming me. When Rurik’s thumb finds my clit, I shatter, mybody clenching around him as I cry out. He follows moments later, his release hot inside me.

Eduard takes his place immediately, entering me from behind as I brace myself on my hands and knees. Artur positions himself in front of me, guiding his cock to my mouth.

I take him eagerly, my body rocking between them as they find their rhythm. Eduard’s hand slides around to rub my clit, and I come again, the orgasm rolling through me in waves.

By the time all three of them have had me, I’m boneless and satisfied, sprawled across the bed between them. Eduard’s arm is draped across my waist, Rurik’s hand rests on my hip, and Artur’s fingers trace lazy patterns on my shoulder.

“I love you,” I whisper into the darkness.

“We love you too,” they say, almost in unison.

I lie there, listening to their breathing even out as they drift toward sleep, and feel something close to perfect contentment. I’m married. I’m pregnant. I’m surrounded by men who love me and a life I never expected to want.

But as the happiness settles over me like a warm blanket, a small voice in the back of my mind whispers a question I can’t quite silence.

Is my luck going to change? I’m so happy right now that I’m afraid something’s going to happen to ruin it.

50

EMMA

Today’s the day.

I stand in front of the bathroom mirror, my hands gripping the edge of the marble counter hard enough to make my knuckles go white. My reflection stares back at me with dark circles under my eyes and a tightness around my mouth that hasn’t eased much in three months whenever I thought about Langford.

Three months of being locked down in the estate while the prosecution built their case against Langford. Three months of depositions, witness prep, and endless meetings with attorneys who treated me like a piece of evidence instead of a person. Three months of waiting for this moment.

Today I testify against the man who was like a father to me.

My stomach twists, and I press my hand against the growing bump beneath my dress. The baby kicks, a flutter of movement that grounds me. I’m six months pregnant now, the swell of my belly impossible to hide beneath the conservative navy dress I chose for court. The fabric stretches across my breasts, whichhave gotten fuller, and falls to just below my knees in a way that’s professional and modest.

I look like a federal agent. I look credible. That’s what the prosecutors wanted. But I also look like your average woman, a mom-to-be, which they said will also lend credence to my testimony.