Page 81 of Marked By the Mob

“That’s it,” he groans. “Fuck, your mouth feels incredible.”

Artur thrusts up into me, matching the rhythm of Eduard in my mouth. I’m caught between them, completely at their mercy, and I’ve never felt more wanted.

“You think anyone else could make you feel like this?” Artur asks, his breath hot against my ear. “You think you’d ever want to leave?”

I can’t answer with Eduard’s cock in my mouth, but I moan around him, and that seems to be enough.

“She’s close again,” Artur says. “I can feel her getting tighter.”

“Not yet,” Rurik says. He’s watching us, his hand stroking his cock. “Eduard, switch with Artur.”

They rearrange me again, this time bending me over the desk. My breasts press against the cool wood as Eduard positions himself behind me. He enters me in one smooth thrust, and I moan at the new angle.

“This is what you need,” he says, his hand fisting in my hair, pulling my head back. “To be fucked hard and reminded who you belong to.”

He pounds into me, each thrust driving me forward on the desk. Artur moves to stand beside me, lifting my chin so I can take him in my mouth again.

“You’re going to come on Eduard’s cock,” Rurik tells me. “And then you’re going to swallow every drop Artur gives you. Understand?”

I nod as much as I can with Artur’s hand holding my jaw. The way Rurik strokes himself, even after he’s already gotten off, and his commanding tone drives me to a level of desire I don’t think I’ve ever felt before.

Eduard’s pace becomes brutal, his hips slamming against my ass. Artur’s hand slides under me, finding my clit and rubbing tight circles that make me see stars.

“Come for us,” Rurik commands. “Now.”

My second orgasm hits even harder than the first, making my whole body shake. I moan around Artur’s cock, and the vibration must push him over the edge because he comes with a groan, spilling into my mouth. I swallow it all, just like Rurik told me to.

Eduard follows moments later, his fingers bruising on my hips as he empties himself inside me. He stays there for a long moment, both of us breathing hard.

When he finally pulls out, Rurik is there, turning me around and lifting me. He carries me to the bed, laying me down gently before positioning himself between my thighs.

“One more,” he says, sliding into me. “I want to feel you come apart one more time.”

He fucks me slowly this time, almost tenderly, his eyes locked on mine. Vaguely, as if from a distant part of my mind, I wonder how he could be aroused again so quickly. But that thought is like a feather on the wind and my attention is focused on him and the feeling of him inside me.

“You’re not going anywhere,” he murmurs against my mouth. “You’re ours, and we’re keeping you.”

“I know,” I whisper back. “I know.”

He picks up his pace and I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. This orgasm builds slowly, a warm tide rising until it crashes over me in gentle waves. Rurik follows, groaning my name as he comes.

I feel claimed, owned, and completely satisfied.

A sharp knock at the door shatters the peaceful aftermath.

“What?” Eduard calls out, his voice sharp with irritation.

A muffled voice responds from the hallway. “Sir, there’s a messenger. It’s urgent.”

Eduard curses under his breath and pulls on his pants. He opens the door just wide enough to speak with whoever’s outside. I can’t hear the conversation, but I watch his expression darken.

When he closes the door and turns back to us, his gray eyes are cold.

“What is it?” Rurik asks, already on his feet.

Eduard’s jaw clenches. “Federal authorities. They’re offering immunity and trade concessions if Emma is quietly returned.”

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