Owned: A Mafia Menage Romance (27 page)

He lays me on the bed, sliding me into the middle and coming alongside me. His body almost covers mine, pressing me down into the soft mattress until it surrounds me. I'm so grateful for that. I want to disappear. I want to be absorbed so I don't have to think of any of these horrors.

He tips his body up when the door opens and instantly my arms fly around his shoulders and drag him back to me. “Don't go,” I beg. I can't stand the thought. “I need you. I need you both.”

Alek crawls up next to me, fitting his body along mine so that I'm pressed between them and here, I do finally feel safe. “Shhh,” he whispers into my hair. His fingers stroke my arm. I realize suddenly that I can feel both their hearts beating, one against my back and one against my chest. That's what I need. That sound is the only thing that can soothe me now.

“Hold me,” I whisper, although they already are. I need to be closer. “I need you. I need more…”

Alek knows. I know he understands. I find his mouth with mine and kiss him deeply. If I can replace my breath with his, maybe I can stop these terrible thoughts.

“Please, please,” I beg him. I don't know what I'm saying, I just need to say it.

“Anything, Princess,” he assures me.

But I need more. I kiss him urgently, hard, my tongue pressing against the ridges of his teeth. My hands find his chest and slide down to the hem, plunging my fingers inside his clothes so that I can feel his skin.

In moments, I'm tearing the clothes off of him. I want to feel him everywhere. Roman shifts behind me and then returns, and I feel the extreme heat of his skin against my back. That's it. That's what I needed.

Someone's hands pull the dress over my head in moments all three of us are naked, twisted together in a tangle of limbs and flesh, our hands exploring, stroking, pulling us closer together.

“I need you, Alek. I need you inside me…”

He knows. He understands. My fingers find his cock already hard and ready for me. I throw one leg over his hip and maneuver the head of his cock against my already wet seam.

“Jesus, Marie,” he groans as he shifts his hips, rocking against me gently, tentatively, stopping just at my entrance.

Roman bites my neck from behind, thrusting his hips against the small my back. I can feel his erection throbbing and see it clearly in my mind. With my eyes closed, all I can see is them. Finally the nightmare of images are blotted out by my men.

And still I want more. I wriggle my hips back against Roman. There is an emptiness inside me, a void that I need desperately to be filled.

“Yes?
Devushka
, yes?” Roman snarls as his hips pulse against me.

“Yes!” I moan. “Please, yes!”

I feel Roman shift on the bed then hear the soft creak of a bottle being opened. I don't know what it is until I feel the slippery liquid dripping between my thighs. Alek passes the head of his cock into the liquid and then slides it back and forth, circling my clit. Longing twists in me like a spring. All I can think of is the sensation of both of them, holding me, filling me to completion.

Without a word, they both begin to stroke their enormous cocks against my open thighs. In unison they glide back and forth, rocking me like ocean waves. With every pass they press closer to my openings, simultaneously pausing, pressing there. I give myself over completely, relaxing my hips and readying myself for the inevitable intrusion.

Alek covers my mouth with his lips just as Roman plucks my nipples and bites hard against my neck. I feel them both and I begin to burn. I stretch, clenching and then loosening automatically, opening myself further. The pressure releases slightly and then begins again as they are rocking, pulsing, pushing slightly deeper every time.

When Alek drops a hand to my hips and begins to stroke my lube-slickened clit, batting it gently back and forth, I open even further. I grind my hips against the sensation, as they both plunge slowly to the middle of me. Finally, I'm filled.

The three of us rock together in a slow, sensuous undulation with the brothers separated by only a thin membrane. They dive into me up to the hilt, our limbs tangled together, our bodies fused like one organism.

As Alek drums quickly against my clit, I feel an explosion beginning at the center of me. It's white, hot, and expands like a supernova, blotting out everything. A scream tears from my throat as the explosion blows everything else away, leaving us all together, just ashes. The only things that remain in the universe, just us.

Roman and Alek both come together, arching their backs simultaneously, plunging into me in one final, majestic thrust. They each roar in my ears, adding their sounds to the explosion in my mind.

It takes a long time for us to separate. We lay panting and covered in sweat for what seems like half an hour before anyone wants to disengage. And when Roman finally pulls out of me, I feel so absurdly empty that I almost want to cry.

“Ah, Princess,” Alek murmurs, covering my face in tiny kisses. “That was beautiful. It was perfect.”

I nod. What else can I say? It was absolutely perfect.

ROMAN

This was all Marie's idea, but I'm starting to like it. I cross my arms and just lean against the doorway, watching. He is smiling at himself in the mirror like some kind of supermodel. That guy. I think he got his eyebrows done special for today.

“Are you ready yet?”

He unties the bowtie completely and then starts over. For fuck sake, I think it was perfect the first time.

“Jesus, Alek. Would you get a move on already?”

Finally he sighs, nodding to himself in the mirror. I just shake my head and roll my eyes. I understand it's his big day and everything, but he really knows how to make a dramatic production out of everything.

“You had yours, Roman. Just let me enjoy mine,” he mumbles. But finally he turns around and holds his hands out. “How do I look?”

“Like the cover of a fucking romance novel. Can we get out there now?”

“That’s exactly the look I was going for, thank you,” he scoffs. Then he walks to the doorway with his hand out like I'm the one holding up the show or something.

I don't know why my heart is pounding. Alek takes his place and I stand right behind him, folding my hands in front of me and rocking back and forth just a little bit. My eyes find the door and when it opens, my heart almost falls out of my chest.

It's just like the first time that I saw her walking down the aisle with her father. It takes my breath away all over again, even though she is already mine. Ours. She is still wearing white, too, though that belly is anything but virginal. Alek’s baby? My baby? It’s all the same. She's the most beautiful wife in the world, standing there smiling at us like an angel.

There are no guests in the chairs; it's just us on this hillside, in this tiny chapel in Lake Tahoe. Through the windows I can see the mountains and snow, and the faint glitter of the lake below us. It’s beautiful here. Serene.

Even though we’re alone, Marie walks up slowly anyway, taking that step, together, step thing very seriously. Waiting for her is like torture and I can tell Alek feels it too. The preacher clears his throat, nodding and grinning. Everybody loves weddings, right?

Finally she takes her place next to Alek, handing off her bouquet to the old lady organ player. Alek holds out his hands for hers and then folds his thumbs over the backs, gently caressing her tiny doll hands in his.

It is just like the first time, but it's his time.

“Dearly beloved,” the preacher begins, and I just want to laugh. He doesn't know because we didn’t tell him, but he's joining us in the final piece of our puzzle. Dearly beloved seems like a completely appropriate thing to say.

As he goes through the usual speech, every word drops into my heart like pennies into a well. It's strange to say, but I can feel it happening. All three of us, together, joined forever. And now with a new life on the way, it's more than any man could ever ask for.

“I now pronounce you, man and wife. You may kiss your bride!” he declares. The organ player coos and sighs like little old ladies do. Alek tips our bride’s beautiful face up toward his with his thumbs under her jaw and then kisses her for a long time. A long, long time. My heart is full to bursting.

When they finally separate, I step forward. Marie's eyes are glistening with tears and her chest heaves with every tiny, excited breath that she takes. I slide in next to them, pushing my hand delicately underneath her hair. I’m careful not to mess up the beautiful knot she arranged there, even though I'm really looking forward to messing up her hair in a serious way in as soon as possible.

But for now, all I want to do is kiss her. I pull her up slightly, tasting the sweet honey flavor of her mouth, feeling the tentative kitten swipes of her tongue as I suck against her lips.

The organ player gasps again, and when I set Marie down gently, I see the preacher looking at me like with his mouth hanging open, slightly horrified.

“
Spacibo
, father,” I say in my best Russian accent.

“
Da
, thank you,” Alek repeats behind me.

The preacher glances, horrified, at the organ player who shrugs as if to say what are you gonna do? Russians? But Marie gives me an exasperated sigh, knowing exactly what we’re going to do.

“I don’t have to play nice. This was your idea,” I remind her.

“Yes, it was. Can you just walk us back down the aisle now, please?”

“Anything for you, Princess,” I say.

Alek throws his arms around me, crushing me in a bear hug that almost breaks my heart. Finally, we’re home. Finally complete. With Stosh gone and the
Pakhan
ready to retire, our lives are now on a course toward joy and happiness.

But Stosh was right about one thing, what else could a man possibly ask for?

THE END

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Billionaire Brothers - Book 1

Meg Watson

IN MY DREAM, Kevin was saying something about work, some story about a new home listing. I listened politely and he kept talking, getting closer, nodding as he recounted a list of attributes:

desirable Telegraph Hill location

nine bedrooms plus one

triple-wide lot with mature olive trees

And somehow that all seemed like extremely important information. As he continued, each item took on more meaning:

butler’s pantry with wet bar

double-sided fireplace

travertine marble-tiled loggia

I was rapt with interest, hungrily wanting to hear more. Something told me if I could put all the separate pieces together, a secret would be revealed and that would change everything. He nodded urgently and whispered into my neck:

two-story rotunda

silver-leafed, vaulted living room ceiling

caterers’ kitchen

Every detail raised the stakes on our passion. His eyes burned blue and he licked his lower lip, diving to plant breathy kisses all along my collar bones that thrilled me with goosebumps.

imported Italian spiral staircase

greenhouse conservatory

plastered arches

His arms encircled me, drawing my body closer to fit all along his on the bed. We seemed so perfectly connected. Everywhere our skin touched there were tiny electric shocks. I draped my thigh over his hip and pulled him on top of me, luxuriating in his warm, solid weight pinning me to the mattress.

bridge and bay views

hand-laid marble floor medallions

french-bricked wine cellar

My body rocked against his as I felt his cock hardening magnificently along my belly. I wanted him inside me so urgently that I wriggled underneath him, trying to reposition our hips to meet. He kissed my chest and the upper swells of my breasts, licking my nipples languorously, luxuriantly.

But my belly burned with a deep hunger. I needed more contact. I tried to pull him up to me, but he slipped ever downwards. I wanted to kiss him. My shoulders were cold in his absence. I wanted him to cover me, but he inched toward my feet and wouldn’t respond.

I wanted to beg him, but the words wouldn’t come. I clawed at his shoulders, but he only did what he wanted.

I woke up. The spasm of a near-orgasm clenched in my clit and I heard a mewling sound unravelling in my throat. Did I wake myself up whimpering?

I was so close to coming that my body continued to rock and arch. Kevin’s lips were partly open and slack. His musky scent floated over the sheets like a fog. I wanted to taste him before the dream ecstasy slipped away, to draw it back.

Wriggling closer to his sleeping form, the heat through his cotton boxer shorts reignited my skin. I needed him close. Much closer.