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And today she proved she can.

Then why am I so tweaked about it? I want her safe, and I want her to be able to keep herself safe.

Guess that means she might not need me quite as much as she has, and that has me feeling a little bitch-ass apprehensive.

Which I don’t like. Not at all.

I don’t get worked up over women, even the ones I’m fucking.

At least I never have.

Charleigh stands before me in her jeans and sneakers looking for all the world like a queen, my queen, a Bratva queen, and an Alekseev queen. She stills my rage while stoking my fire, if that makes sense at all, and as soon as I put my hands on her hips to pull her to me, rubbing my rough thumbs over her hipbones, my cock jumps to attention.

I’ve let Charleigh have some space these recent weeks, just like my brothers have. We’ve followed her lead, let her come to us for her sensual needs, always ready to help her heal in any way we can.

And today she’s doing the same for me.

I open her jeans, and pulling them just below her ass, reach into the tight space between her legs. I run a finger through her bare pussy lips, and it comes back coated with her excitement. I taste her and it’s good, so good I know I want more, I need more, I have to have more.

My brothers settle into chairs to watch as I lay Charleigh back on the thick rug below us. Flipping her over, I keep her jeans around her thighs, binding her legs tightly together. Her movement is restricted and yet she still wags her behind, offering herself to me, while I pull my trousers off and toss them aside. Straddling her ass, I push into the snug space where her thighs meet, and slide in and out of that void, teasing us both to the point where we can’t take it any longer.

With her legs pressed together, I enter her and am immediately enveloped with her slick, heavenly heat, her pussy grabbing for my cock like a hungry little bird begging for all I have to give.

Beneath me, Charleigh slaps and bangs her hands on the rug under her, arching her neck, and throwing her hair around in response to my drilling. She manages to push one hand beneath herself to play with her clit, and I drive in and out of her faster, matching her groans, when she clamps down on me and comes, her cheek pressed to the rug, her lips parted, and her eyes only partially open.

“Yes, Vad, please fuck me,” she pleads as another orgasm rolls over her.

I let her finish and then pull out because I don’t want to come yet. I drag some of her moisture up to her asshole, spreading it around, and massaging her tight opening. She immediately moans and pushes back against me so I push a finger inside her and her breathing quickens and I know another orgasm is on the way for her.

I withdraw my finger, replacing it with my cock, and pop the head inside her ass. She squeals at first, unused to the stretch, and after a moment pushes back into me, accepting more of my hard dick in her cute little bum. Pretty soon I’m fully seated inside her, riding her with one knee on either side of her hips. I lower myself onto her back and wrap my arms around her, turning her head to I can kiss the side of her face while I’m pounding her. She screams and begs for me to fuck her harder and I do until I can’t anymore, and empty my load in her ass.

I realize my brothers have joined us on the floor for a better view and when I finally pull out and flip her to her back so I can see her pretty face, Niko has brought her a warm washcloth. He begins to clean her, scooping her languid body into his arms, and I hear her murmuring something.

“What is it, darlin’? What did you say?”

She opens her eyes fully. “I love you. I said I love you. Each of you. All of you.”

A smile grows across Niko’s face, which doesn’t surprise me because he was the first of the three of us to fall in love with Charleigh.

“I love you too, baby,” Kir says, bending to kiss her forehead.

I didn’t think I’d ever see the day when he could find love with another woman after losing his Clara, and I’m happy for him, really happy.

As for me, I don’t say anything, and Charleigh smiles at me anyway. I don’t have to say it, because she knows what I’m thinking and feeling, and all the words in the world can’t make life any sweeter than it is at this very moment.

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CHAPTERTHIRTY-FOUR

Charleigh

I’m not sure I’ve ever seen my little sister quite as excited as she is right now.

She’s practically jumping out of her skin, checking the front door every few minutes while waiting for her friends to arrive for the Alekseev’s big party.

Not that the guys ever would have said no anyway, but it was their idea to have Evie invite some of her friends. They wisely realized the only way she will ever be comfortable here, as part of their world, is if she can keep up her friendships. Her friends will have questions, she knows, but we practiced how to answer them, explaining this is where she lives now that her father is gone, and I’m her guardian.

After much pacing, she squeals and flings open the door, running out front, where I follow to watch her throw her arms around her friends. They jump up and down and scream like typical teenaged girls, and I’m both happy and sad at how normal it all seems.

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