Page 30 of Marked By the Mob

“Maybe.” Rurik stands from the bed, and suddenly all three of them are surrounding me. “But you want it anyway.”

“Say yes,” Eduard murmurs, his hand sliding down my arm. “Say yes and let us make you feel good.”

The word catches in my throat. But when Artur’s mouth brushes against mine, soft and coaxing, it breaks free.

“Yes.”

I should tell all three of them to go to hell. This is crazy. Absolutely immoral. Never in my life would I have considered sleeping with three men in such a short time as I already have, but three men at thesametime? Have I completely lost my mind?

God, am I suffering from Stockholm syndrome, falling for my captors because they have control of me? I mentally shake my head. No way. I’m just stressed and tense, as they said, and sex is a good way to relieve that.

The tension that’s been building since last night finally breaks.

Artur’s mouth crashes against mine, all heat and hunger. I kiss him back with the same fury, my hands fisting in his shirt as I pull him closer. His weight presses me back against the wall, and suddenly Eduard is there too, his mouth on my neck, his hands sliding under my shirt.

“Fuck, you taste good,” Eduard murmurs against my throat, his teeth grazing my pulse point. The sensation makes me gasp into Artur’s mouth.

Rurik’s hand slides up my thigh, his touch firm and possessive. “Let’s move this to somewhere a bit more comfortable.”

Artur breaks the kiss long enough to pull my shirt over my head, and then his mouth is back on mine. Eduard’s hands work the button of my jeans while Rurik’s fingers tangle in my hair, tilting my head back so he can claim my mouth next. The kiss is different from Artur’s. Controlled. Deliberate. Like he’s taking exactly what he wants.

They move me across the room, their hands never leaving my body. My jeans disappear somewhere between the wall and the bed. My bra follows. By the time the back of my knees hit the mattress, I’m naked and they’re still fully clothed.

“Not fair,” I manage, my voice shaky.

Artur grins, that cocky smile that makes my stomach flip. “Then do something about it.”

I reach for his shirt, pulling it over his head. Eduard strips beside him, and Rurik is already shirtless by the time I turn. Then there’s nothing between us. Artur’s body is all lean muscle and dark ink. Eduard is broader, his chest scarred. Rurik is pale and powerful, every line of him controlled strength.

Eduard pushes me back onto the bed, his mouth finding my breast while his hand slides between my thighs. I arch into the touch, a moan escaping before I can stop it.

“That’s it,” he murmurs against my skin. “Let us hear you.”

His fingers slide through my wetness, and I’m already so ready it’s embarrassing. He circles my clit with just enough pressure to make me squirm, and Artur’s mouth finds my other breast, his teeth grazing the sensitive peak.

Rurik’s hand tangles in my hair again, and he kisses me hard while Eduard’s fingers push inside me. The stretch makes me gasp into Rurik’s mouth.

“So fucking wet,” Eduard says, his voice rough. “You want this as much as we do.”

His fingers work me with a steady rhythm, his thumb pressing against my clit. Artur’s mouth moves lower, kissing down my stomach, and when his tongue replaces Eduard’s thumb, I nearly come apart right there.

“Oh god,” I gasp, my hands fisting in the sheets.

“Not god,” Artur says against my skin. “Just us. But thanks for the compliment.” He chuckles and the vibration shoots through me, my inner muscles clenching at the sensation.

His tongue is relentless, working me with the same confidence he does everything else. Eduard’s fingers curl inside me, finding that spot that makes stars burst behind my eyelids. The pleasure builds so fast I can’t catch my breath.

When I come, it’s with a cry that echoes through the room. My body arches off the bed, and they don’t stop. They keep touching, keep tasting, drawing it out until I’m shaking.

Artur moves up my body, positioning himself between my thighs. His cock presses against my entrance, thick and hard, and he pauses just long enough to meet my eyes then pushes inside in one smooth thrust. The stretch of it makes me moan. He’s big, filling me completely, and for a moment neither of us moves. Then he starts to rock his hips, slow and deep, and I wrap my legs around him to pull him closer.

“Christ, you feel incredible,” he groans, his forehead dropping to mine. “So fucking tight.”

Eduard’s hand slides into my hair, turning my head so he can kiss me while Artur fucks me. The dual sensation is overwhelming. Rurik’s hand finds my breast, his thumb brushing over the peak, and I’m drowning in it.

Artur’s pace increases, his hips snapping against mine with more force. The bed rocks beneath us, and I can feel another orgasm building already.

“That’s it,” Artur says, his voice strained. “Come on my cock, Emma.”