12. Valentina

Chapter 12

Valentina

Mikhail hums against my throat, the vibrations sending electric tingles through my body. My nipples tighten, and I catch Andrei licking his lips.

"Suck her tits, Mikhail." He cups the bulge inside his boxers, giving it a squeeze. "She needs more than you're giving her."

"I'm taking my time," Mikhail murmurs, laving his tongue against the fresh bruise on my neck. He hums again, cupping my breasts in his hands and giving them a squeeze. They spill out around his fingers, too heavy for one hand each. His lips brush my ear as he whispers, "I want you dripping down your thighs before I touch you, malyshka ."

My core clenches around nothing, painfully empty , as the ache for more doubles in its intensity. "Please." The word is little more than a pathetic whimper, but Mikhail's entire body shudders.

" Fuck , Valentina. Fuck. " He sucks in a breath. "If you beg for it, baby, you're gonna make me come." He clicks his tongue against his teeth. "And I'm not coming until I'm buried inside you, understand?"

I nod, but his attention has shifted to my chest. He lifts my tit, angling my nipple closer to his mouth, and swirls his tongue around its peak. My back arches, giving him better access, and he finally takes me into his mouth, sucking hard enough that my eyes slam shut. Oh. Holy shit. His tongue does wicked things with words, but now I realize how dextrous it really is as he plays with me, drawing out my pleasure with measured strokes and scrapes of his teeth. He pops off with a smirk, then switches his attention to the other side, groaning as I dig my nails into his scalp.

My eyes meet Ezra's, and my body flushes hotter as he grips his naked cock over the waistband of his boxers. He rubs his thumb over the swollen tip in slow, steady strokes. His jaw clenches tight, dark eyes narrowed, as he watches our lewd display. On the armchair next to him, Andrei is thrusting slowly into his palm, suddenly completely naked from the waist down.

If you'd told me five years ago that I'd be naked in a room with three men—three men that I love —I would have said it's impossible. Bratva brides aren't shared. They're possessions, meant only to please the man holding their leash in his iron-tight fist, and nothing more.

But the way Andrei, Mikhail, and Ezra look at me, touch me, love me . . . I'm more than their possession or plaything. Much more.

Mikhail's attention wanders, the tug of his lips and teeth slowing as he eyes the valley between my breasts . . . and sees the marks Liam's knife left on my skin.

A sudden rush of anxiety cools my desire, backtracking nearly all of the progress we've made towards my pending O . I pull his hair in a desperate attempt to get him off of me, but he pays the pain no mind and forces his face between my tits.

I shut my eyes and prepare for the worst. The ugly feeling of being marked by another man rears its head, stealing the breath from my lungs. I'm damaged goods. Touched by another. They're not going to want me, after all, not like this?—

The flat press of Mikhail's tongue against the lowest scar makes my knees buckle. He grabs my hips and holds me steady, swiping his tongue higher to cover every single shallow scar from the night Liam carved my wedding dress from my body. They've mostly healed, but the skin remains sensitive, especially when Mikhail slides the pointed tip of his tongue against them. "S-stop," I whimper, gripping his shoulders tight. " Please. "

He flicks his molten eyes up to mine as he reaches the deepest scar, the ugliest one, and presses a tender kiss over it. "These are mine now, Valentina. You can ask me to stop, or beg with the sweetest words, or scream at me all you like. It won't matter, because I won't listen. Not about this." He licks another stripe along the scars to emphasize his point, then stands at his full height. The fire behind us casts a warm glow over his features, accentuating the sharp cut of his jawline, his perfect, high cheekbones, and the seriousness of his gaze. He brushes his fingertips against my cheek, then gently cups my face in his palm. "There are few things in life I treasure, Valentina, but you are one of them. The most important one. And the things I treasure, I take care of." He leans in close and sighs against my lips. "Let me take care of your demons, malyshka , so that you only have room for me."

My scars itch at the memory of Liam, the demon who carved them.

I wrap my arms around Mikhail's neck and cling to him—to the promise of leaving the pain of my past behind. The past seven days, the past seven years, all of it. The betrayal and heartbreak and death lurking around every corner. I want something new. Something brighter and warmer that glitters in the sunlight like gold.

I want to be treasured.

I want to be loved.

" Please ," I whisper, molding my body against his, feeling his warmth seep into my soul, "take me, Mikhail. I want to be yours?—"

He claims my mouth with impatience, his gentle touch turning feral in a heartbeat as he wraps my hair around his fist and steals any chance for air I have. He licks the seam of my lips and groans as he slips past, claiming more of me for himself. "So fucking sweet," he rasps, "begging like that, all for me?—"

I'm swept up by his kiss and consumed by his passion, completely at his mercy as he walks me back. My feet touch something soft, and he pulls me to a stop. "Lie down for me, love. Right here." He snags a throw pillow from Ezra's outstretched hand and sets it down on the rug.

Once I'm on my back, Mikhail adds a second pillow to prop me up, giving me a perfect, eye-level view of Ezra and Andrei's fully erect cocks. "Spread your legs, baby," Andrei instructs, spreading his own farther apart as he leans further back in his chair. "I want to see that perfect fucking pussy."

I don't even get a chance to do as I'm told—Mikhail kneels in front of me, grabs my ass to drag me closer, and bends my knees over my chest as far as they'll go, putting me on full display for the room. My flush runs hotter, spreading down my neck, as Mikhail stares at my slit and licks his lips.

"She is glistening," Ezra grunts, stroking himself slowly. "Think she is ready for you, brother?"

"Not yet. Hold your legs for me, love." Once I'm hugging my thighs to my chest, he lets go and grabs his cock at the base. A thick vein pulses along the side as he rubs it against me with a slow rock of his hips, then, without warning, he smacks my pussy with it. "You're not dripping down your thighs yet, are you, malyshka ?"

My core clenches as arousal pulses through me. I'm close, so fucking close. But I shake my head, because no , I'm not to the level he wants yet.

His lips curve into a pleased grin. "That's right, you're not there yet. But we both know what you need to get there. We shared a very special moment together, don't you remember?" He slides his cock over my slit, spreading my arousal and bumping my clit with the tip.

I cry out as a jolt of pleasure zips through me. Familiar pleasure. We've done this before, but with a little more clothing, and a lot more privacy. My eyes widen as he continues rubbing against me, a feral gleam in his eye.

He wants me to finger myself while they all watch.

Slowly, I drag my palm down the back of my thigh and around the front to reach between my thighs. Mikhail graciously takes over, holding my thighs when I can't manage any more. I expect him to move his dick out of the way, but he nudges my entrance as my fingertips swirl over my clit.

My back arches against the pillows as I gasp in a shallow breath. This isn't the same at all—this is so much better. I throw my head back and moan as I touch myself, knowing my men are watching, stroking themselves, getting off on this as much as I am.

Mikhail chokes on a growl as I dip my fingers lower and slide one inside, curling it deep before dragging it back out. When I bring my fingers back to my clit, his cock nudges my entrance again, the tip sliding inside.

We moan in unison, and Ezra curses loudly from the couch. "Move your dick, Mikhail, unless you are going to fuck. You are in way of perfect view."

"Fuck off," Mikhail hisses, rocking his hips as he slides only the tip in, then back out, then in again. It's agony to feel the start of the stretch, the heat, only for him to retreat.

I press my fingers harder against my clit, whimpering as Mikhail's hips stutter and he slips another inch inside.

"Goddamn," he grunts, teeth clenched, jaw locked tight. "How are you so tight, baby? I'm gonna have to stretch you out with my fat fucking cock, aren't I?"

I nod frantically. Yes. Anything. " Please fuck me, Mikhail. I want your cock inside me." The request is a high-pitched whine. A light sheen of sweat breaks out across my skin as my need spikes and I near my breaking point.

Mikhail thrusts harder, passing over my slit to grind against my clit, forcing a cry past my lips. "I need you to come first, baby, for your pussy to clench so tight that your cum leaks out. Can you do that for me?"

Andrei appears by my side, holding his cock over my chest. A vein beneath the head throbs as he thumbs it. "For us, zhena . Come for us, and we'll come for you." Ezra appears a moment later on my other side, kneeling with a pained grunt. He fists his cock over my face, hovering just high enough that I can't reach it. His tattooed fingers glide over his length with ease, and I wish he would lower it into my mouth. I want to feel his cock pulse on my tongue when he comes.

Once Andrei kneels, he grabs my tit and pinches my nipple between his knuckles, spitting on it so that there's more pleasure than pain. The three of them watch as my body twitches beneath their heated gazes, their focus zeroing in on my pussy when my moans go silent and my eyes screw shut.

I come so hard that my world collapses into a single point of white-hot pleasure. The air in my lungs gets trapped, my mind momentarily frozen, and all I can do is feel. The plush carpet at my back. The bruising grip on my thighs. The hot streaks of cum striping my chest and neck.

Ezra and Andrei kept their promise, coming when I did. Now, it's Mikhail's turn.

He waits until my vision clears, his cock twitching against my hole. "Dripping wet, baby. Just like I need." He drags his cock through my folds, spreading my arousal over his shaft, and groans. "You're fucking perfect, Valentina, so perfect for me." He lifts his hips and presses the tip past my lips, leaning harder on the back of my thighs, pinning me down. He goes slow despite how wet I am, forcing himself to savor the feel of my pussy fluttering around him.

The smell of sex hovers in the air around us, overpowering the smoke from the fireplace, and I drag in a needy breath as Mikhail slides another inch inside and Ezra rubs his cock on my chest, still hard despite the cum and the concussion. Andrei grabs my thigh and pulls it farther out, giving Mikhail better access. "Fill her sweet pussy up, brother. She'll come again when you do."

Mikhail exhales harshly, his eyes flashing. "She fucking better." With a hard thrust, he slams the rest of the way home. Rapid-fire Russian flies past his lips as he fucks me hard , pounding our hips together relentlessly, forcing me to take it. I can't catch my breath, barely stealing a sliver of air when he bottoms out and hits something deep , sending shockwaves through my body.

I want to watch Mikhail while he fucks me. I want to see him come undone as he comes, the way his chest muscles will twitch and ripple, the way he'll arch his back to go deeper , to come harder, to fill me up the way we've both always wanted.

But it's Ezra's eyes that claim mine, finally focused past the haze of drugs, as he stares at my face. If I weren't already flushed crimson, his gaze would burn me from the inside out. Unparalleled need radiates in those midnight eyes, the press of his erection on my collarbone insistent, yet compared to the way Mikhail digs in his heels and grinds his cock deep in my pussy, somehow tender. I pant hot puffs of air in his direction, somehow managing to snake my arm up his thigh and grab his hand. I twine our fingers together and squeeze, tugging him closer.

Understanding ripples across his face, and he cups the back of my head to draw my mouth to his length. "Is this what you want, lisichka ? Hm?" I flick my tongue against his weeping slit, and he groans as he pushes the tip past my lips. Salt hits my tongue, and I suck greedily, swallowing as much as I can. " Fuck , Valentina, fuck. "

Mikhail echoes the sentiment, slowing his pace to drag against my inner walls and draw the moment out. "Fuck, malyshka , you're fucking breathtaking, you know that? God , I'm gonna come so hard—" His voice breaks as he buries himself deep, his cock twitching with each pulse of his release, hot and wet and delicious ? —

With a groan, Ezra holds my head down, burying himself in the back of my throat as he comes again. Tears fill my eyes as I swallow him down, needing air, but unwilling to let him go. He pulls his cock out slowly on an exhale, leaning over me to press a kiss to my forehead. "You are best medicine," he rumbles, nosing my temple. "Beautiful fox."

I hold Ezra's hand tight, then reach out with my other one for Mikhail. He grabs it fast and holds on tight, still thrusting his hips in a gentle glide, as unwilling to let me go as I am with him.

"I love you." I squeeze both of their hands, looking between the two of them, then at Andrei. They came for me. Not just here, in this sex-filled room, but they came to save me. "You could have left me behind, but you didn't." I bite my bottom lip hard as emotion threatens to spill over. Damn it. A queen shouldn't cry. I shouldn't get all weepy about this.

But I'm touched . They risked their lives to pull me out of that hell. "Thank you."

Andrei kisses my calf before lowering it back down to the floor. " Zhena , darling, we would follow you to the ends of the earth if it meant bringing you back."

"To heaven or hell," Ezra murmurs, pressing a kiss to the back of my hand. "We would break through gates for you."

Mikhail rubs his palms down my thighs as he eases my legs to the ground. There's a pinch between his eyebrows that shouldn't be there after coming so hard inside me. "Don't you get it yet?" He crawls over my body until we're eye to eye with each other. I bite my bottom lip until he sweeps in and steals a kiss, melting against my lips. There's a soft edge to the kiss that's new for us, filling my heart with warmth. My name falls from his lips in a hushed whisper. "Valentina. My love. My treasure."

" Moya zhena. "

" Lisichka. "

I open my eyes to find them all staring at me with the same tenderness that I feel, reflecting it right back at me. Mikhail cups my cheek and smiles so fucking beautifully that I can't breathe.

"I'm in love with you, malyshka , so fucking in love with you." He kisses me deep, forgetting how to be gentle as he pulls me under his spell and wraps me in his arms, slipping back inside my molten core just as easily as he's slipped inside my heart.

We fall into a rhythm, all three of us nowhere near finished now that we're back together, consumed by each other, lost to the world, needing only ourselves to survive.

This is home. It's always been home.