Page 59 of Rule of Three

“I will give you the world,” Andrei vows, rolling his shoulders back and hooking his thumbs into the waistband of his boxers. “All you have to do is claim it, Valentina. Take what you want. Be ruthless, darling.”

Take what I want. I hold my breath as I stare at exactly what I want.

The man in front of me. The men on either side of me. This house. The pieces of my mother hidden within it. This city, with its beachside restaurants and endless secrets to explore.

All of it.

I sit up and shift my weight to my hands and knees, crawling across the bed to reach Andrei. His hips align perfectly with my mouth, and I glance up at him as I voice my deepest, darkest secret.

“I want you.” My voice is thick with desire—not just for the man in front of me, but also for the two behind me. Desire for their touch. Their love. Their secrets. Every dark part of them. The moments of light in between. “I want all of you.”

Brushing away Andrei’s hands, I pull down the last piece of his clothing and his cock springs free, veined and heavy in my palm. I stroke it once, and Andrei’s jaw clenches as he watches me touch him. I admire his length, press a tender kiss to the base, and he growls.

I’ve never felt very powerful. It’s hard to, when everyone around you is so decisive and sure of themselves and their actions. If they’re right, doesn’t that mean that everyone else is wrong?

But as I stare at Andrei’s cock in my hand, a wave of confidence settles over me. I can be just as sure and strong as anyone else. I can convince them that I’m right with a simple decision to be right.

This feels right.

I suck on the tip and flick my tongue against him, and he groans, pulling my hair back from my face and holding it behind my head.

“You have all the power you need, Valentina. Never forget that.” His eyes clench shut as I take him into my mouth. Gripping his quivering thigh, I pull him deeper, and he groans when he hits the back of my throat.

I choke and pull off, a single string of saliva keeping us connected.

The bed shifts behind me, and I’m reminded that we’re not alone. Hands caress my thighs and back, lips press tender kisses to my shoulders and neck. I don’t know whose hands or lips are whose, but their touch spurs me on, and I take Andrei’s cock back into my mouth.

“Do you want them to touch you?” Andrei asks, his eyes flicking up from my face to glance at his brothers. “They’ll do your bidding, zhena. We can all be yours, if you want us to be.”

I moan at the thought of having all three men. Is it okay for me to claim them all at the same time? Won’t that cause testosterone issues between them?

Andrei’s lips curve into a smile and he cups my cheek lovingly. “Don’t worry, Valentina. We all want to please you. We don’t mind sharing.”

I hollow out my cheeks and close my eyes with a heady moan. The men take that as their cue to continue pleasuring me, with one spreading my thighs and lowering my hips over their face and the other hooking their fingers into my drenched pussy. A tongue swipes against my clit, making me jump.

With a forceful hand, one of them flattens their palm on my lower back to hold me down while the one lying beneath me grabs my ass and pulls me harder against their mouth.

My mind glitches as I try to picture them working my body together. Are they avoiding touching each other at all, or are they so focused on me that they don’t care about a little skin-on-skin contact?

The thought nearly tips me over the edge, and I swallow more of Andrei’s cock greedily, moaning wantonly as ripples of pleasure rock my entire body.

Someone sucks hard on my clit and I cry out, the sound muffled with my full mouth.

Andrei hisses out the word beautiful and thrusts, holding my head tight as he rocks into my mouth.

It’s all too much. Too much. The pressure builds deep in my belly and breaks all at once, sending me tumbling over the edge. Andrei’s cock swells against my tongue and he comes just as hard, tossing his head back as his seed pulses hot in my mouth. As I swallow around his cock, he groans, continuing to thrust as I milk him for every last drop.

When he pulls free, he cups my face and brushes his thumb against my cheekbone. “Did that satisfy you, zhena?”

There’s an ache deep in me that needs to be filled, but I’m not sure if I’m ready to go from zero to one hundred with these men. If I let one fill me, the others might soon follow, and we’ll quickly move from regular sex territory to something much bigger and more overwhelming.

“Yes.” My voice is hoarse and I swallow, wincing from a slight burning at the back of my throat.

Andrei catches the movement and smiles gently. “You did beautifully, Valentina. Didn’t she, boys?”

“Perfect,” Mikhail purrs in my ear. “Did you like riding Ezra’s face, malyshka?”

A wave of embarrassment makes me gasp. Oh god. I did what?

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