Page 36 of Sexting my Bratva Daddies

A heavy look swung my way. “I heard him.” He uncrossed his arms. “I’ll be careful.”

I pulled out my phone and showed them the app. “I’d like to invite Peyton over tonight.”

“I’ll think of an appropriate punishment for her lack of judgment.” Viktor matched Misha’s crossed-arm stance. “Something we’ll all enjoy.”

“I do not want her to know we have planned this. Let it be part of the surprise.” I typed out a message, hit send, and waited.

All three of us stared at the screen, silently willing Peyton to agree.

It arrived seconds later, and we all took a deep breath of relief and began to prepare.

Hours later, in our penthouse with our plan fully fleshed out, we waited for Peyton to arrive.

Waiting had never suited any of us. No one told us no, and no one made us wait.

Until Peyton.

Viktor channeled his energy into purpose, spending hours in the playroom adjusting things until he had them to his liking. This mattered to him, this control. It began before anyone walked into the room, and it never ended.

Misha prowled from one end of the penthouse to the other. He lifted weights, ran on the treadmill, then prowled some more before taking a shower and perching on the edge of the window with his hands laced between his knees. The eerie stillness fooled neither me nor Viktor. He’d engaged with the moment, his hunter’s patience taking effect.

I checked the app one more time, rereading Peyton’s message.

On my way. Need an hour.

Almost time. I set my phone down and cracked my neck, reliving the moment in the lunchroom. She liked how we made her feel. The flush on her cheeks. The way she turned her head to the side as her eyes fluttered shut.

We did that for her.

We were going to ruin her for any other version of her life. Ruin her in the absolute best possible way.

The elevator hummed, and the three of us took up our positions as the ding sounded and the doors began to open.

Even now, after weeks coming here, she always hesitated a heartbeat when the elevator doors opened.

She paused even longer on the threshold tonight, her arms loose by her sides but her hands balled into fists. She wore a long skirt that flirted with her calves and a black shirt with a tucked waist that cupped her breasts and dropped into a deep V to show off her cleavage.

“Hello, Peyton.” I held out my hand, drawing her deeper into the room.

Her warm fingers grasped mine, and a quick glance at her neck revealed her fluttering pulse. “What are we doing tonight?”

“Feeling bold tonight, are you?” I lifted her hand and kissed the inside of her wrist. “Feeling bold this morning as well.” I raised my eyebrows and looked toward where Misha and Viktor stood on either side of the hallway door leading to our playroom.

“What do you mean?” Her voice shook, and I almost called off the plan.

But then her chin lifted, and she met my eyes.

Viktor adjusted himself and gave me a nod. He’d read her body language too. She was ready for this.

“You have been naughty, Peyton.” I pinched her chin lightly between my thumb and forefinger. “You were talking about us at work.” My cock swelled when she gulped, her pupils blowing wide.

“I did.” She nodded. “But I didn’t tell her who you were.”

“You told us this had to remain a secret. You did not want our exploits known to those you work with.” The hard edge in Viktor’s voice caused another hard swallow.

Fuck, this woman undid me. If I didn’t know Viktor, I’d think he meant to hurt her. I gave him a look warning him to dial it back.

He ignored me and ran his hand along the back of Peyton’s neck, gathering her hair in a knot. He used that to pull her head to the side, doing it gently but with enough pressure to draw out a low sound from Peyton’s throat. “You broke your own rule, a rule you have held us to. That deserves punishment.”