Page 45 of Sexting my Bratva Daddies

She hadn’t flinched at the right moments to prove she was lying.

A woman playing a role didn’t respond the way Peyton did.

She didn’t give herself away with her too-wide eyes but proved her innocence.

Anyone who knew Anton would have had a reaction to his name. We were cold, callous men, but Anton was a monster.

Viktor and Leo’s footsteps sounded behind me, both men coming closer.

The heat between all four of us ratcheted up to an all-time high, and Peyton made a low, mewling sound when I didn’t return to my place between her legs.

Leo rounded the desk, sweeping his arm across the surface, clearing it of everything. He met my eyes over Peyton’s head, a quick nod saying he understood.

I had performed countless interrogations for our brotherhood. I trusted my instincts.

That gut wrench I’d experienced earlier when Viktor tried to say Peyton worked for Anton was more than emotions.

Rational facts be damned. I feathered my hands through her hair, tipping her head back and angling her chin so I could settle my hands around her neck and stroke her pulse. “We’re going to take care of you.”

“You already have.” Her breathlessness made me smile, and I let her see how much it pleased me to hear her admission.

Her reaction to Leo’s question had only reinforced my confidence. Peyton was not our spy. I kissed the pulse point beneath her ear, the rapid fluttering igniting my blood. “You have no idea how beautiful you are, how incredible you look right here, just like this.” I skimmed her body with a heated look. She took a risk offering her body to us in our office. “I was certain this was one fantasy I would never be allowed to live out.”

“I didn’t know this was one of your fantasies.” She pressed her hips into me, seeking and needy.

I broke away and removed my clothes, tearing them off as quickly as possible and tossing them aside.

Fuck it.

I’d taken things slow enough.

Time to heat it up. I claimed her lips at the same time I lifted her leg over my arm and lined up my cock with her entrance.

Her breathing hitched, but she gripped my shoulders, her moans the most erotic consent in the world.

I thrust into her in one long stroke, my balls clapping into her ass with the force of my movement.

She gasped into my mouth and rocked her hips.

Leo slid into place behind her, bracing her and sliding his cock along her ass.

“These curves,” I whispered against her lips. “You are amazing, Peyton. So perfect for us.”

Viktor slid in from the side and fondled her breasts, rolling her nipples the way she loved and drawing out a series of panting breaths. “I want you bent over the desk. I want this ass in the air, and my cock so deep inside you forget how to speak.”

“Yes.” Her hips rocked, her pussy fluttering around me.

Doubts fled in the face of Peyton’s cries.

This could not be faked. I’d spent enough time with people who lied for a living to know the difference between performance and surrender. Peyton surrendered. To us, and to herself. To whatever this was between the four of us.

Her sincerity, her beauty inside and out, could not be faked. I deepened my thrusts, claiming her with each one and slamming her into Leo, who rocked her back onto me.

“Fuck.” I wrenched away from her. “I need to see Viktor take you. The image is too perfect.”

Leo agreed with a nod.

Together, we turned Peyton and splayed her belly first on the desk.