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I do, taking him into my mouth while Eduard’s fingers push inside me. The dual sensation makes me moan around Artur’s cock, and he groans at the vibration.

Rurik’s mouth moves lower, replacing Eduard’s fingers with his tongue. The first stroke against my clit makes my hips buck off the bed, and Artur’s hand tangles in my hair to steady me.

“That’s it,” Rurik murmurs against my skin. “Let us show you how we feel.”

Eduard trails kisses along my neck and breasts while Rurik works me with his tongue and Artur fucks my mouth with controlled thrusts. I’m drowning in sensation, overwhelmed by the feeling of being completely surrounded by them.

When my orgasm hits, it’s with Rurik’s name muffled as Artur’s cock slides deeper down my throat. The pleasure crashes through me in waves, leaving me shaking and gasping.

Rurik pulls back and positions himself between my thighs, his thick cock pressing against my entrance. He pushes inside in one smooth thrust, and I cry out at the fullness.

Artur’s mouth finds mine, swallowing my cries as Rurik drives me toward another orgasm. When it hits, I shatter completely, my body clenching around him as pleasure whites out my vision.

Rurik follows moments later, his release hot inside me. He pulls out carefully, and Eduard takes his place immediately, flipping me onto my stomach and entering me from behind.

The new angle makes me cry out, and Artur’s hand slides beneath me to find my clit. The added stimulation pushes me over the edgeagain, and Eduard groans as my inner muscles clench around him.

By the time all three of them have had me, I’m boneless and satisfied, sprawled across the bed between them. Eduard’s arm is draped across my waist, Rurik’s hand rests on my hip, and Artur’s fingers trace lazy patterns on my uninjured shoulder.

“We meant what we said,” Eduard murmurs against my ear. “This is real.”

I believe him. For the first time since Krystal’s warning, I actually believe them.

Rurik’s phone vibrates on the nightstand, breaking the peaceful silence. He reaches for it with a quiet curse, his expression shifting from relaxed to cold fury in the space of a heartbeat.

“What is it?” I ask, sitting up.

He doesn’t answer. He just turns the phone so I can see the screen.

The image shows two men standing together in what looks like a private office. One is tall and distinguished with silver-streaked hair and a commanding presence.

Langford.

The other is equally tall with dark blond hair and pale gray eyes.

Volkov.

My heart drops to my stomach as I stare at the photograph. The two men who want me dead or captured are working together.

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RURIK

I watch Emma from across the study, her dark hair falling loose from its braid as she leans over the laptop. She’s been at it for hours, cross-referencing financial records and communication logs, searching for the final piece of evidence that will prove Langford’s betrayal beyond any doubt.

The photograph of Langford and Volkov together sits on the desk between us, damning and undeniable. But Emma keeps circling back to it like she’s hoping the image will change if she looks at it enough times. Like maybe she’ll discover it’s photoshopped or taken out of context or anything other than what it clearly is: Her mentor working with the man who orchestrated her capture.

The pain she’s trying to hide is written all over her face. In the tight set of her jaw. The way her gray-green eyes keep going distant before she forces herself to focus. The tremor in her hands when she thinks no one’s watching.

Langford meant everything to her and now she has to accept that he sold her out to a criminal network that wanted to turn her into an asset.

I want to go to her. Want to pull her into my arms and tell her it’ll be okay. But I know Emma well enough by now to understand she needs to work through this on her own terms. Comfort will come later, after she’s processed the betrayal and decided what to do about it.

Eduard appears in the doorway, his gray eyes finding mine immediately. “We need to talk.”

I nod and follow him into the hallway, leaving Emma to her research. Artur joins us moments later, his dark eyes serious.

“Volkov’s people have been making moves,” Eduard says quietly. “Nothing direct, but they’re testing our security. Watching the estate and tracking our shipments.”