Page 80 of Marked By the Mob

Then his mouth is on mine, claiming me with a kiss that’s possessive and demanding. I melt into it, my hands fisting in his shirt as I kiss him back with equal hunger.

Eduard’s hands slide under my sweater, his palms warm against my bare skin. Artur’s mouth finds my neck, teeth grazing the sensitive spot just below my ear that makes me gasp.

They strip me slowly, savoring every inch of skin revealed. My sweater disappears first, then my bra. Eduard’s mouth closes over my nipple while Artur’s fingers work the button of my jeans.

By the time I’m naked, I’m trembling with need.

Rurik lifts me effortlessly, carrying me to the desk near the window. The wood is cool against my ass as he sets me down, spreading my thighs wide. His pale eyes are dark with hunger as he looks at me, completely exposed and wanting.

“Look at you,” Eduard says, his gray eyes raking over my body. “So fucking wet for us already.”

“Please,” I breathe, reaching for Rurik.

“Please what?” Artur asks from behind me, his hands sliding up my sides to cup my breasts. His thumbs brush over my nipples, making me arch into his touch.

“Touch me. Fuck me. I need you. All three of you.”

Rurik’s mouth curves into a predatory smile. “We’re going to fuck you so good you won’t even think about leaving us again.” His fingers slide between my legs, finding me slick and ready. “You’re going to remember exactly who you belong to.”

He pushes two fingers inside me and I cry out, my head falling back against the window. The angle is perfect, hitting that spot that makes my toes curl.

“That’s it,” Eduard murmurs, his hand wrapping around my throat, not squeezing, just holding. “Let us hear you.”

Rurik works me with his fingers, his thumb circling my clit until I’m panting and writhing on the desk. Just when I’m about to come, he pulls away. I whimper at the loss.

“Not yet,” he says, unbuckling his belt. “You come when we say you can.”

He frees his cock and positions himself between my thighs. In one hard thrust, he’s inside me, filling me completely. I gasp at the stretch, at the delicious fullness.

“Fuck, you feel good,” Rurik groans, his fingers digging into my hips. “So tight around my cock.”

He doesn’t give me time to adjust. He just starts fucking me with deep, punishing strokes that make the desk shake. Eduard’s hand tightens slightly on my throat while Artur pinches my nipples, the combination of sensations overwhelming.

“You’re ours,” Rurik growls, his pace relentless. “Say it.”

“I’m yours,” I gasp out, my nails digging into his forearms.

“Louder.”

“I’m yours!” The words come out as a moan as he hits that perfect spot inside me.

“Damn right you are,” Eduard says, his free hand sliding down to rub my clit. “And we’re going to make sure you never forget it.”

The pressure builds fast, coiling tight in my belly. When Rurik changes his angle, driving even deeper, I shatter. My orgasm crashes over me in waves, making me cry out loud enough the whole estate probably hears me. But I don’t care. I don’t have the energy to care right now.

Rurik doesn’t stop, fucking me through it until I’m boneless and trembling. Then he pulls out, leaving me empty and aching.

“My turn,” Artur says.

They move me with practiced ease. Artur sits in the desk chair, pulling me onto his lap so I’m straddling him, facing away. His cock presses against my entrance and he guides me down slowly, letting me feel every thick inch as he fills me.

“Ride him,” Rurik orders, his voice rough. “Show us how much you want it.”

I start to move, rolling my hips as Artur’s hands grip my waist. The position lets him go deep, and I moan at the sensation.

Eduard steps in front of me, his cock hard and ready. “Open your mouth, sweetheart.”

I do, and he slides between my lips. The taste of him, the fullness of Artur inside me, it’s almost too much. Eduard’s hand tangles in my hair, guiding my movements as I take him deeper.