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Are you going first?
I consider the question as I tuck my cock inside my pants and zip up. All of my men defer to me as their pakhan, and as their leader, it’s my right to take what I want, when I want.
I know I’ll fuck her. It’s not a matter of if, but when. I’m sure that’s what Mikhail is asking—am I going to waltz into her bedroom and claim what’s mine first, before either he or Ezra gets a taste, or is she fair game for round one?
I share many things with Ezra and Mikhail. My power, my home, my life, my secrets. I’m not used to sharing women, though. It’s never come up before Valentina. But I’m nothing if not a man of my word, and I told both of them that not only could they have her, but that we need her to choose someone to love between the three of us so that she has a reason to stay in the Bratva.
Or, she could choose all of us instead of only one.
I imagine Valentina kneeled before me as I come all over her face. Then it’s not just me standing there—it’s Mikhail and Ezra, too, all three of us covering her face and tits with our cum at the same time.
My cock swells at the thought.
But will she want all three of us, or only one? A rush of curiosity mixes with my desire for her. I want her to decide who she wants.
Whether that’s one of us, or all of us.
Valentina can decide.
Mikhail’s reply is immediate.
Wanna make bets?
I check the read receipt to see if Ezra’s keeping up with the conversation. He’s seen all of the messages, but he hasn’t replied. I open our private messages and send him a quick text.
What do you think?
Ezra is my longest friend and confidante. We ended up at the orphanage together when we were teenagers, and we’ve been inseparable ever since. Some believe we truly are brothers, but we are only in title, if not by blood. Not that that matters within the Bratva.
He takes a few minutes to reply. I’m already in bed by then.
I do not make bets.
Ezra takes calculated risks when the outcomes are in his favor. He doesn’t gamble. Mikhail, on the other hand, likes the unpredictability of luck and gambles more than any of us, just so he can see the outcome.
Valentina adds another factor to the mix that neither of them can predict well enough yet.
In time, perhaps. But not yet.
I won’t get much more out of Ezra through text messages, and he’s preoccupied with the latest task I gave him. It will take time to complete, and I can’t afford for him to be distracted. Still, I want him in the loop as far as Valentina is concerned.
He needs to be just as invested as Mikhail and me if the three of us are going to control her.
The voice in my head laughs. Is that really what you want? Another puppet to master?
I scrub my hand across my face and stare up at the ceiling. Having Mikhail and Ezra as partners has worked wonderfully. It pays to have people you can trust.
Can I trust Valentina?
My heart aches deep in my chest, and I apply pressure to try and soothe it, like I always do. It never works. I rub the muscle anyway, pretending it does, and close my eyes.
Once, I thought I could trust her. I thought there was no risk involved. I’d calculated all the outcomes, and every single one had her standing by my side, if not as a queen, then as a lover and companion, at least.
She proved me wrong when she left. I can’t trust her like I can Ezra and Mikhail. They are dependable and solid.
She’s more like water—fluid and soft.
I can control something solid. I can hold it in my palm and mold it however I wish.
