Page 45 of Marked By the Mob

Emma’s breathing quickens. Rurik’s hand tightens on her waist. Then he leans down and kisses her.

It’s not gentle. It’s possessive and demanding, the kind of kiss that claims. Emma melts into it, her hands fisting in his shirt as she kisses him back with equal hunger.

Eduard and I exchange a glance. Then we move.

I reach Emma first, my hand sliding into her hair as I tilt her head back. Rurik releases her mouth, and I claim it immediately. She tastes like woman and heat, her tongue meeting mine with desperate need.

Eduard’s hands find her waist, pulling her sweater up and over her head. She breaks the kiss long enough for the fabric to clear, then her mouth is back on mine. Rurik works the button of her jeans while Eduard unhooks her bra, and within seconds she’s standing between us in nothing but her underwear.

We move as one, guiding Emma down the hall to the massive bedroom we share. The door closes behind us, then there’s nothing but hands and mouths and the sound of her gasping our names.

I strip off my shirt while Eduard lays her on the bed. Rurik is already naked, his cock hard and ready. Emma’s eyes widen slightly when she sees him, but there’s no fear there. Just want.

Eduard kisses down her stomach, his hands sliding her underwear down her legs. When his mouth finds her center, Emma arches off the bed with a cry. I move to her side, capturing her mouth again while my hand finds her breast, thumb brushing over her nipple.

“Fuck, she’s so wet,” Eduard groans against her skin.

Rurik positions himself at the head of the bed, his hand tangling in Emma’s hair as he guides her mouth to his cock. She takes him eagerly, her lips stretching around his thickness. The sight makes my own cock throb painfully.

I strip off the rest of my clothes and move between her legs, replacing Eduard’s mouth with my fingers. She’s soaked, her inner muscles clenching around my digits as I work her. Eduard moves to her other breast.

When I finally push inside her, we both groan. She’s tight and perfect, her body gripping me like she was made for this. I start to move, slow and deep, watching her face as she takes Rurik’s cock deeper into her throat.

“That’s it,” Rurik murmurs, his voice strained. “Take all of me.”

Eduard’s hand slides between us, finding her clit. The added stimulation makes Emma moan around Rurik’s cock, the vibration making him curse. I increase my pace, driving into her harder, faster, chasing the pleasure building at the base of my spine.

Emma comes first, her body convulsing around me as she cries out. The sensation pushes me over the edge and I follow with a groan, burying myself deep as I spill inside her.

Rurik pulls out of her mouth and Eduard takes my place between her legs, sliding into her still-quivering body. I move to her side, kissing her deeply while Rurik strokes himself, watching Eduard fuck her with controlled precision.

When Eduard comes, Rurik takes his turn, flipping Emma onto her stomach and entering her from behind. The new angle makes her gasp, her fingers clutching the sheets as he sets a relentless rhythm.

By the time we’re all spent, Emma is boneless and trembling between us. We collapse onto the bed together, our bodies tangled, skin slick with sweat.

For a long moment, no one speaks. Then Emma laughs softly, the sound breathless and satisfied.

“That was better than dancing,” she murmurs.

I grin against her shoulder. “Told you I’d surprise you.”

We eventually make our way back to the lounge, Emma wrapped in one of Rurik’s shirts, her legs still shaky. Eduard pours fresh drinks while I restart the music, something softer this time.

Emma curls up on the couch between Rurik and me, her head resting on my shoulder. Eduard settles into the chair across from us, his gray eyes warm as he watches us.

This is what family feels like. This moment right here.

The door opens without warning. One of Rurik’s senior captains enters, his expression grim. He holds a tablet in one hand.

“Sir,” he says, his accent thick. “We have new information from our tech contact.”

Rurik straightens immediately. “What is it?”

The captain glances at Emma then back to Rurik. “The FBI has officially declared Special Agent Emma Moore presumed dead. They’ve quietly closed the investigation into the underground bride auction.”

The words hang in the air like a death sentence.

Emma goes very still beside me, her entire body tensing. She’s been erased. Declared dead by the very organization she dedicated her life to serving.