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I’m vaguely aware of him pocketing my panties as he stands and lowers my dress back over my hips. Wiping his mouth on his shirtsleeve, he grins down at me. “Fucking breathtaking, malyshka.” A growl rumbles deep in his chest, and he grinds his erection against my thigh. “You come so perfectly on my face. I can’t wait for you to come around my cock.”
My face flushes scarlet and my core aches. All the heavy petting and tongue-fuckings really make a girl ache for something a little deeper. “When will that be?” I bite my lip as my voice comes out all sexed up, and I try not to notice the wetness dripping down my thighs.
With a wicked grin, Mikhail helps me stand. “Getting impatient, are we? That’s delicious. You’ll be begging for our cocks all at once.” His eyes flash like metallic gold. “Think you can handle three? One here”—he shoves his thumb into my mouth, letting me taste my desire—“and here”—he grabs my pussy with his other hand, making me whimper—“and here.” His hand drifts farther back, but he merely brushes the edge of my ass. “Mmm, we’ll find out, won’t we, love?”
The doorbell rings and he removes his hands. Helping me straighten my dress, he grins happily as I glare at him. You know you liked it, he mouths, snickering as I try to smack his arm. He darts out of reach and steps into a half bath. “I’m going to wash up. I’ll meet you out there.”
I roll my eyes and step into the bathroom after him. We stand shoulder to shoulder as we both wash our hands. He watches me in the mirror, a smile playing across his lips.
“What?”
Shaking his head, he dries his hands on a towel before stepping outside the small room. “Just thinking about you, malyshka. Always thinking about you.” He disappears around the corner, and I hear him strike up a conversation with his sister as dinnerware clinks together. They must be setting a table.
I stare at my reflection in the mirror and smack my reddened cheeks. “You’re in big trouble, Valentina.”
I thought loving one man was hard, but that’s nothing compared to loving three men all at once. Andrei will definitely be mad about our detour to Celia’s house, but maybe I can soften the blow for Mikhail...
Eying my body, I adjust my boobs in their cups, so they don’t spill over as much, and straighten out my dress, fixing the V-cut so that it aligns perfectly over my cleavage. I’ve never really thought about using my body as a weapon, or a shield, or much of anything before. But women do it all the time in movies. They seduce a powerful man to steal his pillow-talk secrets or nab his wallet.
Surely, I can seduce my future husband and get a little something out of it.
I suck in my cheeks as I think it through. Desire thrums through my veins in time with my heartbeat.
Though I might not be able to admit it to myself, my body knows.
I don’t want to have sex with Andrei just to get Mikhail and me out of trouble... I want to have sex with Andrei because it’s him. I was celibate until I left Harlin Heights, and admittedly, my experience is practically nonexistent. Andrei is probably a sex god compared to me.
Excitement sends tingles down my spine that settle, unsurprisingly, between my thighs. If I can make a sex god fall to his knees, then I doubt there’s anything I’m incapable of.
I smile as I step out of the bathroom to join Mikhail and Celia, a spring in my step that wasn’t there before.
It turns out that feeling like a sexual badass does wonders for your confidence.
Chapter 19
Valentina
As soon as we all sit down, the doorbell rings again.
Celia exchanges a look with Mikhail before she excuses herself to check the front door. Muffled voices echo down the hall, and Celia’s laughter soon follows.
Who could it be? Their mom? A friend? A boyfriend?
The moment Celia rounds the corner with a sly smile on her face and a bottle of red wine in her hands, I know something’s up.
Mikhail’s expression cools as he studies her. Neither of us has to wait long, because our mystery guest appears from around the corner, a brutal smile of his own sending chills down my spine.
Andrei.
“Mikhail,” he greets, walking over to clap his brother on the shoulder. His grip is tight enough that Mikhail struggles to hide a wince. Then he turns to me, and my nerves light on fire.
He’s angry, just like he promised he’d be if we disobeyed his orders.
“Andrei’s going to join us,” Celia informs the room. “He was generous enough to bring an offering. Thank you.”
“My pleasure.” He pulls out a chair to my right and takes a seat. Leaning toward me, he cups my jaw and pulls me in for a bruising kiss. His mouth lands hard over mine, his grip unyielding. When he finally lets go, he stares directly into my eyes.
Angry, yes, but there’s no hiding the flicker of jealousy in his sapphire eyes.
