Page 62 of Marked By the Mob

“That’s it,” he growls against my throat.

The pressure builds fast, coiling tight in my belly. I’m already so close, wound up from the emotional turmoil of the day and desperate for the release he can give me. His fingers pump faster, harder, the wet sounds of what he’s doing to me obscene even over the rush of the shower.

“Artur, I’m?—”

“I know. Come for me first, then I’ll fuck you properly.”

His words push me over the edge. My orgasm crashes through me, my body clenching around his fingers as waves of pleasure roll through me. He works me through it, drawing out every aftershock until I’m boneless and gasping.

Before I’ve fully recovered, he lifts me easily, my legs wrapping around his waist as he positions himself at my entrance. His cock is thick and hard, pressing against my slick folds, and I’m already aching to be filled again.

“Look at me,” he commands.

I force my eyes open, meeting his dark gaze as he pushes inside me in one slow, deep thrust. The stretch is intense, almost too much, and I gasp at the fullness. He’s so deep like this, hitting places that make my toes curl.

“Fuck,” he groans, his forehead dropping to mine. “You feel perfect.”

He gives me a moment to adjust before he starts to move, pulling almost all the way out before driving back in. The angle has him grinding against my clit with every thrust, sending sparks of pleasure through my already oversensitive body.

I cling to him, my nails raking down his back as he fucks me against the wall. The water streams over us, making our skin slick and hot, and the steam makes it hard to breathe. But I don’t care. All I care about is the feeling of him inside me, the way he’s taking me apart with every powerful thrust.

His pace increases, his hips snapping against mine with bruising force. The sound of our bodies coming together echoes off the tile, mixing with my moans and his rough breathing. I can feel another orgasm building, the pressure coiling tight again, and I’m so close I can barely think.

“Artur, please?—”

“Not yet,” he says, his voice strained. “Wait for me.”

His hand slides between us, fingers finding my clit and rubbing tight circles that make me see stars. I’m right on the edge, trembling and desperate, when I hear quiet laughter spilling from my lips. The sound surprises me, breaking through the intensity of the moment, and Artur smiles against my throat.

“There she is,” he murmurs.

That’s when I hear the shower door open, and I realize we’re not alone anymore.

“Starting without us?” Rurik’s voice is rough with amusement and something darker.

I turn my head to look at him, water streaming down my face. Eduard is right behind him, both of them already naked, their eyes locked on where Artur’s hand is working between my legs.

“She needed a distraction,” Artur says without stopping what he’s doing.

Eduard steps into the shower first, crowding in beside us. His hand cups my breast, thumb brushing over my nipple until it hardens under his touch. “Then let’s give her one.”

What begins as comfort gradually turns into shared intimacy between all four of us. Rurik moves behind me, his chest pressed to my back, his hands sliding around to grip my breasts while Artur thrusts into me. Eduard’s mouth finds mine, swallowing my moans as the three of them work together to take me apart.

It’s overwhelming. The heat of the water, the steam making it hard to breathe, the feeling of being surrounded by them. Artur’s cock drives deep with every thrust, hitting that spot inside me that makes my vision blur. Rurik’s fingers pinch and roll my nipples, sending sharp jolts of pleasure straight to my core. Eduard’s tongue tangles with mine, demanding and possessive.

“That’s it,” Rurik murmurs in my ear. “Let go. We’ve got you.”

And I do. I let go of the guilt and the confusion and the helplessness, surrendering to the sensations they’re pulling frommy body. My orgasm builds fast and hard, coiling tight in my belly until I’m shaking with it.

Artur adjusts his angle, grinding against my clit with every thrust. “Come for us, Emma.”

I shatter. My body clenches around him, waves of pleasure crashing through me so intense I can barely breathe. Artur groans, his grip on my ass bruising as he fucks me through it, chasing his own release.

When he finally comes, he buries himself deep and holds there, his cock pulsing inside me. I feel every twitch, every hot spurt, and it sends another aftershock rippling through me.

Eduard pulls me from Artur’s arms before I’ve fully recovered, turning me around and bending me forward. I brace my hands against the tile as he positions himself behind me, his cock sliding through my folds before pushing inside.

He’s thicker than Artur, stretching me in a way that makes me gasp. His hands grip my hips as he starts to move, slow and deep, making me feel every inch of him.