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They’re different from each other. But they rule the city together. All three of them.
Why can’t their queen claim all three kings for herself?
I tug at Ezra’s wrists and unravel his crossed arms. Placing his hands on my hips, I attempt to guide him back into the water.
We’re dirty, after all.
“Kiss me, Ezra.” The command feels final, and a shiver runs down my spine as I realize...I like how it feels to be in charge. All my life, I let others tell me what to do. I agreed to a marriage because it was expected of me. I ran away from home because it’s what my mother would have wanted. I stayed away because my grandmother insisted it was safer where we were than where I wanted to be.
No more.
I’m calling the shots, and right now, that means claiming a kiss from the man I’ve never been allowed to want.
Ezra follows me beneath the water, all hesitation gone from his movements. He pulls me against his naked chest and twines his hand in my hair, grabbing the strands tight enough that it stings. “Yes, lisichka.”
His mouth descends over mine hungrily, eliciting a powerful moan from somewhere deep within me. As his tongue traces the seam of my lips, he lifts me, shoving me against the shower wall. Ezra’s teeth find my throat as I settle my thighs around his waist, and he reaches between us to cup my sex with his hand.
This is what I’ve been craving.
My back arches as he grinds the heel of his palm against my clit. A jolt of pleasure rushes through me, making me gasp.
“My fingers fit better than yours,” Ezra rumbles in my ear, sliding one thick knuckle past my lips. I buck against his hand as the finger curls and electricity zings through me.
Faintly, the working part of my brain remembers that Mikhail said something similar in the library, but all thoughts fade as Ezra pumps his finger in and out, working my tight channel as best he can. With a groan, he adds a second, biting my shoulder when he meets resistance.
“Open for me, lisichka. Yes.” He arches his fingers and captures my heady moan in a bruising kiss. “You will think of Ezra now, yes? My thick fingers. When you fuck this wet pussy, it will be my name you scream.”
My orgasm crests hard and sudden from Ezra’s filthy words. A silent scream catches in my throat as my whole body tenses from the force of it. Ezra continues fucking my dripping wet core, drawing out each shockwave of pleasure for as long as possible.
“Yes,” he rasps, kissing me hard as he withdraws his fingers. “That was beautiful, lisichka. A treasure.” He shuts off the water and carries me into the bedroom, gently laying me down on the mattress. We’re both soaking wet when he slides up beside me and pulls me against his chest.
“So beautiful,” he murmurs with a yawn. “Truly...magnificent...” His eyes drift close, and his breathing deepens in an instant. A peaceful expression smooths over his face, and I brush wet strands of hair from his eyes. The dark circles I’ve glimpsed over the past few nights are even darker up close, and my racing heart clenches with worry.
If he’s really been working himself to the bone for my sake, I owe him a lot more than I realize.
The breeze from the open window helps cool my steaming skin, but I snuggle up to Ezra to make the warmth last.
If Andrei or Mikhail find me in Ezra’s bed, so be it.
A queen never apologizes.
Chapter 15
Valentina
My eyes open to a pink sunset streaming through the curtains. Ezra’s heavy breathing warms my shoulder as he spoons me, one thick arm banded around my stomach to hold me close.
We didn’t have sex, but we could have . . .
We still could. My breath catches as nerves flutter in my stomach. I’ve wanted attention from all three men–and it looks like I’m about to get it.
A deep chuckle rumbles by the foot of the bed, and my elbow jabs Ezra’s chest as I jump up in a panic. I forget to cover myself until I’m sitting up, boobs out to say hello, staring at Mikhail’s smirking face. “Mikhail!” I snag the sheet from underneath Ezra’s arm and hold it up over my chest.
“Have a good catnap, malyshka?”
Ezra groans and lifts onto his elbows, dark hair tumbling over his eyes. “Go away, Mikhail.”
The other man laughs and starts undoing his tie, copper eyes glinting as he stares at me. Slowly, he peels off his navy tie, shrugs out of his coat, and unbuttons the white dress shirt across his shoulders. He reaches for his belt and flashes another grin. “Good thing I don’t take orders from you.”
