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He thrusts, sinking into me completely, stretching me wide and bumping my cervix. It hurts and steals the air from my lungs.
“Breathe,” he commands, sliding out and thrusting harder.
Black spots dance in my vision.
Ezra watches my face, a scowl on his scarred lips. “She cannot take it all at once.”
“She can.” Andrei leans over and plants his hands on either side of the divider, digging his heels in to bury himself inside me. He thrusts deep, never fully pulling out before snapping his hips again. “She can and she will.”
Mikhail hums in the back of his throat, dragging his fingertips across my lips. He parts them and shoves two fingers inside. The same ones that were buried in my cunt minutes ago.
I gag on the intrusion, but it forces air into my lungs.
“Atta girl,” Mikhail purrs, removing his fingers and patting my cheek. “You’ve gotta breathe, malyshka. It’s no fun if you pass out.”
Andrei drags his cock against my walls, and my head lolls back. At least this time I remember to breathe. Short, shallow, breathy pants, but at least I won’t black out. My pussy clings to his cock, and I whimper as pleasure builds slowly, each pulse of his head against my cervix sending a rush of pleasure-pain through me. I clench around him each time, drawing out a heavy groan from my fiancé’s throat.
Mikhail holds his palm over my heart, enjoying its erratic beat. “Mmm.” He plucks my nipple with his other hand, chuckling when my pulse jumps at the pulse of pleasure it sends to my clit.
Ezra grips my thigh. “Once you are ready, lisichka, Andrei will fuck your pussy while I fuck your ass.” He rubs his still-hard cock against my thigh, a muscle in his thick, tattooed neck jumping. “Have you ever played with your ass?”
I meet his eyes and his lips curve into a slow smile. “She has not.” Reaching under me, he grabs my ass, dragging my body higher. Andrei’s next thrust hits a new spot inside me, and I gasp as white-hot pleasure nearly tips me over the edge.
“Do you want to try it?” Ezra asks, his eyes liquid black. His hand dips between my cheeks, nearing my back entrance. “You’re already wet here too.”
His fingers are warm, his calloused palm rough against my skin as he kneads my cheek. I love feeling all of their hands on me, and I have a feeling I’ll love their cocks even more.
Biting my lip, I nod to give him permission.
Slowly, he rims my asshole with one of his fingers, applying enough pressure that I can feel it, but not pushing inside. It sends another wave of pleasure pulsing through me, and I shudder. My pussy clenches at the new, exciting sensation, and Andrei curses under his breath. “Fuck, she likes that.”
“I knew she would,” Mikhail rasps, nipping the top of my breast. “She’s a dirty girl for her men.”
That makes me even wetter. Andrei starts pumping faster, his balls slapping against my flesh. “I’m gonna come,” he growls, “and you better fucking come with me.” With a roar, he buries his cock inside me. The force of it pushes me back on Ezra’s finger, and I’m so full. Ezra rolls his finger inside my ass, and I come with a scream, clenching around both my men.
Ezra’s cum paints my thigh as he grinds against my leg, with Andrei’s seed gushing around his cock as he thrusts lazily, drawing out my shockwaves of pleasure.
“Breathtaking,” Andrei groans, lowering his forehead to mine. “You’re breathtaking, Valentina.” He kisses me gently while the others lower my legs to the ground. Andrei helps me land on my feet and holds me steady.
I’m a complete fucking mess. Swollen lips. Mussed hair. My pants—where the hell are my pants?
“You look thoroughly fucked,” Mikhail muses, licking his lips. “Mmm. A perfect preview of tomorrow night.”
Each of my men gives me a quick kiss and helps me redress. Someone picks up the ammo and gun, too, and within a few minutes, it’s like nothing happened.
Andrei straightens his tie, and I catch sight of the sweat glistening on his neck. My thighs clench as I have the sudden urge to lick it off. He catches my eyes on him and smiles brilliantly. “We can have round two later, darling. Right now, we’re needed for our wedding rehearsal.” He holds his hand out for me. “Come. We’ll be late if we don’t hurry.”
The four of us leave the range, smelling of sex and sin. Andrei is the only one wearing a suit, but it does nothing to dampen the hungry look in his eye. If anything, it exacerbates it, and I’m blushing through the entire rehearsal as he stares at me nonstop.
While we’re standing at the altar together, he pulls me in for a kiss before the priest has finished giving instructions. “I’ve been waiting five years for this,” he murmurs against my lips. “To make you mine. To finally have you.” His hand comes around my throat, and he squeezes, a possessive curve to his lips. “No one will take you from me ever again. No one.”
He devours my lips, holding me in place with his hand on my neck and his claws snared in my heart.
Any sane woman would run.
This kind of possessiveness isn’t normal.
But I’m powerless under the weight of it, drowning every time it appears.
