Page 31 of Marked By the Mob

The command pushes me over the edge. I come with his name on my lips, my body clenching around him. He follows a moment later with a curse, his body going rigid.

He pulls out slowly, and before I can catch my breath Eduard is there. He flips me onto my stomach with surprising gentleness, his hands sliding down my back.

“On your knees,” he says, and I obey without thinking.

He enters me from behind, and the angle makes me cry out. He’s thicker than Artur, the stretch almost too much, but then he starts to move, and it’s perfect. His hands grip my hips, holding me steady as he drives into me with deep, powerful strokes.

Rurik moves in front of me, his cock hard and ready. He doesn’t ask. He just guides himself to my mouth and I open for him. The taste of him is salt and heat, and when he groans at the first touch of my tongue, satisfaction floods through me.

This is insane. I’m on my knees on a bed in a Bratva stronghold with one man inside me and another in my mouth. This isn’t who I am.

But god, it feels good.

Eduard’s pace increases, each thrust pushing me forward onto Rurik’s cock. Rurik’s hand tangles in my hair, guiding my movements, and the dual sensation of being filled from both ends is almost too much.

“I’m fucking your mouth, Emma,” Rurik groans. “Take more.”

I do, relaxing my throat, and his grip tightens in my hair. Eduard’s hand slides around to find my clit, and the added stimulation makes me moan around Rurik’s cock.

“She’s close again,” Eduard says, his voice rough. “I can feel it.”

He’s right. The orgasm builds fast and hard, and when it hits I nearly collapse. Only Eduard’s hands on my hips keep me upright as I shake through it. Rurik pulls out of my mouth with a curse, and Eduard follows a moment later, his release hot inside me.

I collapse onto the bed, my entire body trembling. Rurik moves over me, turning me onto my back. His pale eyes are intense as he settles between my thighs.

“One more,” he says, and it’s definitely a command.

“I can’t,” I protest weakly.

“You can.” He pushes inside me and despite everything my body accepts him. He’s longer than the others, hitting deeper, and when he starts to move, it’s with that same controlled precision he does everything else.

His thrusts are measured, deliberate, each one designed to draw maximum pleasure. His thumb finds my clit, circling with just the right pressure, and impossibly, I feel another orgasm building.

“That’s it,” he murmurs, his eyes never leaving mine. “Give me one more, Emma.”

When I come this time, it’s quieter. A long, shuddering release that seems to go on forever. Rurik follows, his control finally breaking as he buries himself deep and groans my name.

He pulls out carefully and collapses beside me. All three of them are on the bed now, their bodies warm against mine, and for a long moment none of us move.

Then, reality crashes back slowly.

I’m in bed with three Bratva bosses. I just had sex with all of them.

And somewhere out there, Krystal might still be alive. Somewhere in my organization, there’s a traitor who sold us out.

I need to focus. I need to remember why I’m here.

I slide toward the edge of the massive bed, my muscles protesting the movement. Before I can get far, Artur’s hand catches mine. He pulls me back with a slow grin, his dark eyes amused.

“You shouldn’t look so surprised, sweetheart.”

Rurik chuckles quietly from the other side of the bed. Eduard stretches lazily beside them, looking entirely too pleased with himself.

“If this morning caught you off guard,” Artur says, his thumb brushing over my knuckles. “You might want to prepare yourself.” His grin widens. “Life with the three of us is going to be far more interesting than you expected.”

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