Chapter 32

I am in my office, solidifying some plans for our trip. We were able to narrow down the location of the children to Norway. Lev has been working on finding a way to track the kids, but he is too nervous to scan the area with his drones and risk them being moved again.

According to the information we received from Gray, it has only been two or three days since they moved to their latest destination, and that will be our best bet in finding them now.

Nessa walks into the room, looking at her desk beside mine and the paperwork that has started to pile up. I don't want her to feel stressed, but I also know if I tried to take any of the tasks from her to lighten her load, she would not appreciate that. She also likes to do things in a very specific order and says I never do it right.

"What are you working on?" she asks as I pull her into my lap. I take a minute to breathe her in and savor her body against mine. We sleep pressed against each other, but sometimes I need a little bit more to feel at peace.

"Just adding the final touches on a house I bought us."

She turns in my hold, clearly feeling better because her movements are swift and she doesn't flinch.

"You bought us a house? We already have a house."

I cannot tell if she is happy or worried. "I bought a house in Norway; it's not far from where we believe the kids are being held. I figured it would take some time searching, and we would like to have a place to call our own while there. Plus, I did not want to have to take these traumatized children to a warehouse of some sorts until we could get them back home."

She looks at my screen and the property I just bought then back at me. "How many bedrooms?"

I open the tab so she can click through the pictures. "It was an old hotel, a smaller one. It has thirty rooms, but some of them have been transformed into dining and kitchen areas."

It was set up similar to a bed and breakfast, so there is already a homey feel to it. But what's nice is it has a pool inside and outside, plus a kitchen large enough that we can cook for a crowd. Some of the rooms come fully furnished, but I am having some of them set up with more than one bed.

I cannot imagine what these children have experienced. From my discussion with Dr. K, I learned that they will likely want to stay in small groups, and giving them the freedom to make their own choices will help them trust us more.

If all goes according to plan, we will let them choose their own rooms and try not to have set meal times; instead, we will keep food available around the clock so they can decide when they want to eat. I will also have a chef on staff with training in multicultural cuisines to give them a taste of home. Or at least something exciting to try.

I will have the whole home stocked with everything they could need from toiletries to clothing. After the unavoidable chaos of having traumatized children adjust to a new environment, Evie and Lev will work on finding them safer and more permanent places to go.

As much as I would like to believe that all of them were stolen, we will have to carefully vet families to ensure they did not sell them to forgive some kind of debt.

"Boris," Nessa grabs my arm around her and squeezes, "this is perfect."

I can see the tears forming in her eyes as my chin rests on her shoulder. She is what is perfect. My incredible fighter who refuses to back down.

Nessa reminds me of Alexi in that way. He never once stayed down, not even when he broke his ankle in a fight. He simply stood on his other leg until he knocked his opponent out.

That is where their similarities end though. Where Alexi is all sharp edges and a firm hand, Nessa has a gentle touch and an empathetic soul. She likes to be spoiled with affection, even though she complains about it. I think deep down all my girl craves is to be loved, and that I can give her in abundance.

"I love you, Lisichka . More than you will ever know."

This time, when she looks at me, a single tear falls down her cheek. She wipes it away before smiling at me and cupping the side of my face with her hand.

It's such a simple gesture, yet it is one that fills me with warmth.

"I love you too, Vtoraya Polovinka ." She brushes her lips over mine ever so lightly.

My other half.

I close my eyes, feeling complete with those words alone. Almost two weeks ago, I thought I was going to lose her, and now she is in my arms. Safe and mine. Cillian's too, but I am starting to realize that just because she is wholly his does not mean she cannot be wholly mine as well.

I hate having to leave her in the mornings when I need to head to the office, even if it is in the same house. Now, when I leave her, she just turns and cuddles with Cillian. I never thought I would be a man capable of sharing the woman I love. Yet, that is who I have become, and I would not take it back for anything.

Nessa has fought so hard in her short life, she deserves to have everything she could ever want. A family one day if she wishes. I never thought I would want that again. A little one running around and causing all kinds of chaos.

My thoughts cause my hand to move over Nessa's stomach as I imagine it full with one of our children.

"What are you thinking about back there?" Nessa asks, turning to me. I do not want to give her more to think about right now, so I table the baby thing in my mind.

"How lucky I am to get to love you."

Her body melts into mine, causing my heart to overflow with warmth. Nessa does things to me I never knew were possible, and I have a strong feeling I did not know real love until I met her. Not the selfless kind. The one where you would lay everything on the line for that one person.

All too soon, she is standing, but not before pressing a firm kiss to my lips.

"I have to deal with some of this before I go insane looking at that pile."

I chuckle as she eyes it like she wants to set it on fire before she gets to work, going through each one and placing them in the order she plans to tackle them.

I love watching her work, it is why I kept the house plans for just one office and had a double desk made. The way the tension loosens in her shoulders when she completes a task, or how her eyes brighten when she is needed for something. They are all moments I do not ever wish to miss.

She moves through the papers as I set up a few calls for the week. Alexi, Lev, and Damien handle the more illegal side of the business right now since it is a lot more to get used to. They have to manage many moving parts. Evie helps them when she can, but she is focused on her own organization as well as taking over for the Mafie Society, those who run the island they all met on.

Nessa and Laney help Evie and have their own areas of focus. Laney owns a large part of the new sex club Damien just opened, and Nessa deals with the business side of it, the legitimate side.

They are also assassins when they are needed, which is a constant reminder not to piss them off.

Not really, Evie would never do anything to me. But she actually scares me sometimes. Her eyes have this way of looking like they can read your soul and just know if you are destined for heaven or hell.

While I have known for a while that hell will likely be my destination, I am not ready to go there just yet.

"No, you listen to me, Brad. That will not be how this negotiation ends. You will treat me with the respect I deserve or I will ensure that your board re-elects a new CEO within the next twenty-four hours."

Nessa's stern voice has me pausing my email draft to watch the scene unfold.

"You keep testing me, Brad. I can assure you, that is not the move to make. You want to blackmail me, but you don't even know who I am."

She lets out a condescending laugh at whatever he says next, then her tone turns menacing. This man is about to get it.

She pulls up a file on her computer before sitting back in her chair.

"You see, Brad, I am about to do you a favor. I am going to tell you why you will never threaten me again."

My fists clench, wanting to get up and kill this motherfucker that thinks he can threaten my woman. But Nessa holds up a hand as if I were just a child about to throw a tantrum. I stay seated with my mouth shut and decide watching her do this will be so much sweeter in the end.

"Reason number one, I know who Matthew is. He is not your wife, and yet you see him frequently in a dark room, number fifteen to be exact. Reason two," I can hear him start to yell, but she speaks over him, "I have proof that you have not paid taxes in the last three years. In fact, I am looking at your offshore accounts right now that you've funneled exactly one point two million dollars into this past year."

She sits forward in her seat, a grin on her face that I love to see as the yelling over the line ceases. "And reason number three, Brad . I am not just a girl on the other end of the phone who will take your shit. I know exactly where you live, all four properties you own, and when you will be at each one. I have friends in high places, ones who have all sorts of skills you could only imagine. They are as dangerous as they come. But that's not even the best part. Do you want to know the best part about all of it, Brad ?"

I do not hear him speak, but it is clear she has his attention now. So much for us just handling the legitimate businesses. I guess the two worlds have to mix here and there in order to keep our positions.

"The best part is, I don't need any of that to take you out myself. Just think, I could rid the world of a lying asshole that steals and makes deals way above his pay grade with just a twitch of my finger. So, I will ask you one final time, will you take my deal or do we need to resort to the hard way?"

It takes a minute, but when she sits back again, a firm smile on her face, I know exactly what he is saying.

"I knew you would make the right decision. I will have my assistant send over the necessary paperwork that I expect to be sent back promptly. Don't make me have to follow through on my threat, Brad."

She talks for another minute, and before she hangs up, she is sure to tell him his exact address and current location just to put the final nail in the coffin for him. I doubt she will actually send anyone out there to mess with him, much less kill him, but you never know what kind of mood my girl is in lately.

Her joy is infectious when she receives the paperwork. She loves having these moments, it makes her feel powerful. And she is, she deserves to feel it too. For so many years, she was stripped of the fire that burns so hot within her, constantly being put out by men who thought they knew best.

I have found that my businesses thrive even more when I fuel Nessa's flame. And they tend to do even better when I motivate her just right.

She eyes me carefully, that gaze dipping between my legs. I know exactly what she sees too. I am painfully hard, ridiculously aware of every brush of my sweatpants against my length as she stares at me.

"Did you like that?" she asks seductively, quirking a brow. "Do you like it when I put someone in their place?"

I nod my head, throat bobbing as I swallow. She is so fucking sexy that I do not know if I could restrain myself from fucking her until she screamed, and I do not know if she feels ready for that. So instead, I stay still. Perfectly fucking still.

Her head tilts to the side, assessing me. Her desk is right beside mine, so when she slips out of her seat and sinks to her knees, she is right in front of me.

"What do you like about it?" Nessa looks up at me, her pupils blown wide as she leans in. I spread my legs to make room for her. With a sultry smile, she reaches up and palms my erection through my pants while my breathing turns heavy.

I will never get used to the way this woman makes me feel, especially when she is on her knees for me.

"Tell me," she whispers as her fingers press in enough to cup my balls and squeeze lightly.

"Fuck." She smiles, still moving her hand as she waits for my answer. "I love being reminded of who you are. For me, you are loving and gentle." Another squeeze of my balls, this one so hard I find myself digging my nails into the leather armrests of my chair.

"But you are also ruthless, cut-throat." She hums, appreciating the compliment as her hand snakes into my pants, grinning immediately at what she finds.

"No boxers?"

I shrug and wink. "Someone likes to steal them."

This gets a small laugh, but I can no longer concentrate when her warm grip strokes my bare length. I tilt my head back and groan. I thought it was hot when she was riding Cillian and helped get me off too, but that moment felt more like proving a point to each other, that we were going to make this thing work between us.

It is not like that now. Right now, all I feel is her, all I can think about is her.

Warm lips press to the head of my swollen cock as she exposes me. I help her shift my pants so that they fall to my ankles, then she peels them off so she can press even closer to me.

One hand cups my balls, alternating from a painful squeeze to soft, massaging strokes while her hot mouth takes me all the way to her throat. She gags around me, so I push further.

One thing we both seem to like is a little pain to go with our pleasure. Nessa loves overstimulation, while I like her long nails digging into my ass or back, or the way she nearly tortures my balls while playing with them.

I gasp as she twists her hand at the base of my shaft, then sinks all the way down on it. She loves when I'm vocal, so I look down at her and stroke her perfect cheek while telling her exactly what she does to me.

"You are so beautiful with my cock in your mouth, Lisichka . It should be a sin to love someone's lips this much."

She hums, the vibrations making me shift my hips forward, needing more from her. She brings me to the edge, and just when I am right there, that devilish gleam in her eyes flashes at me.

Nessa pops off while my hips thrust in the air, still seeking her and begging for one last stroke.

She wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, keeping her eyes on me. "I want more."

I have to keep telling myself she is still hurting, even if today seems to be a good day for her. While I wish I could pick her up, wrap her long, sexy legs around me, and fuck her against the bookcase in the office, I do not think she is ready for that. So, instead, I stand and help her to her feet, stripping my shirt on the way to the couch so that I am naked in front of her.

"It doesn't seem like there is a whole lot of work getting done in this office, Old Man."

Cillian comes striding in as if this were his throne room, his head held high, that singular brow arched in question.

"I consider one of my jobs to be pleasing my woman, so I would say there is a lot of work about to be done, Kid."

This has him grinning. "Funny you should say that because I feel the same way."

Nessa glances between us with pink cheeks. "The two of you sure do a lot of talking."

Cillian approaches her, his fingers skimming over the hem of her t-shirt. "And you sure do a lot of standing around for a girl who wants to get fucked so badly her knees are shaking."

Well, damn. I guess we are doing this.

Nessa glares at him while grabbing her shirt and tossing it over her head. Then, she looks over at me, her features softening. "We were in the middle of something," she says, walking away from Cillian. But he doesn't leave, which I never expected he would. The moment he walked in, I knew this was about to be a group activity. And oddly enough, I do not mind.

How could I when Cillian grabs Nessa's hips from behind and pushes my boxers that she is wearing to the floor in one swift movement. As he stands, his fingers trail up the inside of her thighs.

"Don't you worry, Sweetheart. We will make sure you're in the middle."

He looks to me as he gets to his full height, and I nod in agreement, crowding her from the front.

Nessa gasps as Cillian's fingers move between her legs. Then, he withdraws his hand to show it glistening with her arousal.

"Damn, Old Man, what did you do that got her so worked up? She is dripping."

I smile, pressing my forehead to Nessa's. "I let her suck on her favorite treat. Told you she likes my flavor."

Cillian tsks, then presses a kiss on her neck. "Dessert before dinner, what a rebel. I think the two of us deserve a treat as well, what do you think?"

While I enjoy calling Nessa a good girl and praising her every move, that is about how far I have taken being vocal in the bedroom. So imagine my surprise when Cillian's filthy words only make me harder.

"I think kids have to wait till after dinner for their dessert," I quip, making him chuckle.

Nessa is loving it. I could swear she gets off from our banter almost as much as our touch.

I lower to my knees in front of her, bending one of her legs and placing it over my shoulder. "But old men get the luxury of a sweet treat."

My palms spread her open, and Cillian leans Nessa against his chest, giving me an even better view. He was not joking when he said she was dripping.

Sticky arousal coats the inside of her thighs and I inhale. She smells so sweet, like a warm dessert just waiting to be devoured. So that is exactly what I do.

My lips fasten around her clit, sucking while my gaze stays on her. Cillian's hands trail over her stomach, fingers teasing around her sternum tattoo until he finally does exactly what she wants.

The moment he pinches her peaked nipples, I grasp onto her legs firmly. She cries out, her back arching as my tongue slides between her folds, circling her entrance before licking a path back up to edge around her clit.

It drives her wild. She whimpers and bucks her hips, even when I can tell she is on the verge of pain from the effort. That we cannot have. I back up and she whines.

"Shh," I say as I stand. "I am going to give you what you need. Just not at the expense of bringing unwanted pain."

She looks equal parts relieved and frustrated. Nessa does not want us to see her as weak. I already know the thoughts going through her head, so I shut them up quickly with my fingers brushing over her clit.

It is as if I can actually see the spiral inside her head come to an abrupt halt, her eyes nearly rolling into the back of her head.

This time when I pull back, she looks at me with only lust in her gaze.

"Get on all fours for us, Lisichka ."

Cillian lets her go and she obeys. He is still dressed, but watching her every move like he wants to participate.

"If you wish to shove your cock down her throat while I fuck her, I suggest you wear less clothes."

This snaps him out of his trance, and when Nessa faces him with the same desire written in her features, he grins mischievously. His hand slips into his pocket, and he tosses me something. I catch it as it makes a clinking sound.

"Put these on her, will ya?" he asks as he begins stripping out of his clothes.

I open my palm to find a set of two black cross nipple clamps.

"Where did you get these?" I question as Nessa sits up and turns to look at what I am holding.

"Does it matter? Put them on her."

I raise a brow at Nessa in question. My little minx bites her lip and nods, her cheeks flaming.

We have played with toys before and already have a few clamps, but this style is new. It takes a minute to screw the four screws into place on each side, but once they are on, I swear my girl's knees weaken.

Cillian kisses her cheek from behind, and we readjust her to be on all fours between us. Her ass taunts me as she sways it back and forth, teasing me. I smack it for good measure and she yelps, causing Cillian to smile.

"Just wait, Sweetheart. It's about to get so much better."

I carefully take my time lining up behind her. No matter what, sex is likely going to hurt right now. So my plan is just to make sure that the pleasure outweighs the pain.

Cillian bends down in front of her, but instead of feeding her his cock the second his knees hit the floor, he surprises me. His lips find hers, and he helps her up so her arms can wrap around his shoulders while I support her from behind.

She groans into his mouth, his tongue tangling with hers. They were made for each other, that much is clear. But what finally seems to click into place is that she was made for me too.

I press into her and reach between them so that my fingers can play with her clit. She grinds into my hand, pushing it against Cillian's very naked erection. But I cannot bring myself to care when I hear that telltale labored breathing, one that resembles a moaning gasp, the sign that she is close. Right there, on the edge.

I pull back in the same way she did to me and whisper in her ear, "I want more too."

I push my dick between her legs, coating it in her arousal before nudging her clit. She is too close to play games though, so I help lift her just enough that I can press into her. The moment I do, we both let out a sigh that feels like coming home.

Her wet heat envelops me like a glove, instantly contracting around my achingly hard cock. My forehead falls to her shoulder, and I can feel Cillian's fingers rubbing her clit as I pump in and out of her in lazy, unhurried strokes.

One of her arms reaches back for me, her nails pressing into my neck as we bring her closer and closer.

Cillian leans around her other shoulder and I watch as he bites down, right over a recently healed scar. It is a risky move because it could trigger her PTSD, but it does not. Instead, she comes so hard she pulls me right along with her. Thrusting inside her as far as physically possible, I think I actually see stars as my orgasm tears through me.

Little white spots dance around my vision as I keep myself buried deep inside her. She squirms, Cillian still messing with her sensitive nub. But the second I pull out, his hand is there.

"I'm going to fuck you while his cum drips out, then I am going to fill you with mine. You're going to be so full of us that we will be leaking out of you for days."

Just that image has me growing hard again, which has not happened since I was probably eighteen.

"You got her, Old Man?"

He takes my shoulder and presses me back so that I am sitting on my heels. Nessa follows, her legs spread around me and her ass cheeks holding my cock as it grows back to life.

She wiggles, and it twitches, causing her to glance back at me while biting that bottom lip. I band my arm across her chest, leaning her back so she is spread open for Cillian as I claim her swollen lips.

She melts into me as Cillian hovers over us. I know the moment he pushes into her because some of my cum slips out of her and drips down my leg.

"Feck, Sweetheart. This pussy is so much better than I remember."

I see her cheeks turn red. Not pink, flaming red .

"Are you actually going to make her come this time, Kid?" I ask. I should not know that during her first time she did not reach an orgasm, but one night Nessa let that little detail slip after we had a few drinks.

Cillian thrusts into her so hard it pushes me backward, but I keep my hold on her firm.

"Just for that, I plan to make her come twice." His thumb presses down and I watch Nessa try to buck in protest and painful need. "I'm going to force this pretty little pussy to come all over my cock. Then I'm going to have your old man here pinch your tits while I do the same to your clit."

"Yes," she moans. "Please."

He laughs, looking down at her. "Look at our pretty little slut, begging for everything we can give her," Cillian says, his Irish accent prominent when he is this turned on and dirty talking.

I stiffen at his language, but Nessa rolls her hips which causes her ass to squeeze my cock.

"Just wait until you're healed, Love. We'll fuck you so hard you won't be able to walk the next day."

He thrusts in and out at a rough pace, one that makes me question if our girl can really handle it.

I lean her back more, which apparently causes Cillian to hit just the right spot as I watch her face. It swiftly changes from a pinch of pain to mind numbing pleasure.

"Oh shite, yes, Killer, right there. R-right. T-there."

He shoves his fingers into her mouth, causing her to gag and her muscles to tighten. "I need your tears, Love. Cry for me."

I watch as she gags again and again, tears springing to life in her eyes as she smiles around him. It is equal parts hot as it is confusing. I have never wanted Nessa's tears, but right now, I love seeing them fall down her cheeks while we give her everything she needs.

Cillian leans down, licking the salty droplets running down her cheeks. And fuck if it is not the hottest thing to witness.

He picks up speed, hitting her so deep I swear I can feel him through her stomach. In fact…

I press my hand down just under her belly button, and I do feel him. I feel her too because she comes undone instantly. I hold pressure there, prolonging her orgasm until I could swear she rolls right into another one.

Tears fall from the corners of her eyes as she cries out. The kind that makes me feel proud because it is liquid proof that she is ours in every way imaginable. Her pain, her pleasure, her body, her heart, It all belongs to us.

"Get to work, Old Man," Cillian instructs as he thrusts into her while circling her clit with his thumb.

She tries to pull away, but we hold her tightly between us. My fingers pinch and play, massaging her luscious, full tits and fastening the clamps just a little tighter. It doesn't take long until she begins to stutter words neither of us can make out.

Cillian stays inside of her while he pinches her clit, then he groans when she squeezes him. It's as if he is overstimulating himself and her at the same time.

It is such a turn on that I find myself rocking into Nessa's ass. Cum and arousal have dripped down so that I slide perfectly between her cheeks. The crown of my cock rubs along her tight back hole, but I want to save that for another time. One where we can really destroy her with pleasure.

"S-so c-close." Nessa gasps, her hands reaching for both of us. One grabs my leg as she embeds her nails so deep I hope she leaves a fucking scar. As it breaks through my skin, the other goes to Cillian's bicep.

The moment she comes undone for the third time, we follow her. Jets of cum shoot between her back and my chest while Cillian comes inside her and fills her to the brim. It is so much that it drips out and down between the two of us.

I should have thought twice about us having these activities on my fifty thousand dollar custom-made rug, but I cannot bring myself to regret it. After all, I can have it cleaned.

Speaking of cleanliness, I am about to tell Cillian we need to take her to the shower, but he stares at me as he pulls out of her, then moves my hand to hold what is left of our combined release in her.

"Keep it in."

I can see it in his eyes how much he needs this. This claim on her is so much more than just some sort of cum kink. This is Cillian craving to be part of the woman he loves.

I nod as we get to our feet, doing as he asked. Then I lift her into my arms so that I can carry her to the shower.

"That was incredible," Nessa says, and we both smile. She can hardly keep her eyes open as we step in the shower and clean her up. Cillian takes his time removing the clamps carefully.

"Seriously," Nessa says when they are finally off, "where did you get these?"

"Damien gave them to me. They were in the gift bag for the club's opening." Cillian looks between us both. "Did you not get gift bags?"

"And you just happened to have them in your pocket tonight?" I question with a brow cocked.

"Of course," Cillian shrugs, standing to his full height before pulling Nessa with him as he begins to soap up a loofah. "Always be prepared, that's my motto. And since you won't let me have guns in the house, I might as well arm myself with weapons of pleasure instead."

I cannot help the laugh that bursts out of me. None of us can. The sound echoes on the tile of the shower, making this place feel more like home than it ever has before.

I watch as Cillian cleans Nessa, paying careful attention to her sex and helping soothe away the soreness of her nipples. He loves her more than I ever believed a man could love a woman until I met Nessa. Even then, I thought it was only me.

But as he begins to wash her hair and massage her scalp, carefully tending to her, I can see I am not the only one who is so lucky. She beams at him, appreciating every single touch. I help rinse her hair, and the two of us wrap her in a towel just as she steps out. Nessa heads to the private toilet room while Cillian and I dry off.

Cillian looks from me to the door. "You okay there, Old Man?"

He isn't teasing. This is him legitimately checking in on me. It surprises me when it should not. Cillian is empathic, even when he tries to hide it.

"I am happy that she is happy. How are you, Kid?"

A smile I have never seen before raises. It is not unhinged, but not quite gentle either. It almost reminds me of a child when they meet Santa for the first time. Wonder .

"I am happier than I ever thought I could be."

He stands under the spray at the opposite end from me, rinsing off before stepping out. After he wraps a towel around his waist, I watch him lift Nessa into his arms and carry her bridal style into the room.

In under a month, I went from living with my girl to now living with two people I consider family in the most intimate of ways. I can honestly say I never saw this coming, but I am so fucking glad it did.

Maybe I am not destined to be alone after all.