Page 106 of Heirs of Havoc

“I bet you’re dripping for us, aren’t you, Merlo?” Vlad leans over, bringing his lips close to mine. “Was she dripping in that bathroom, Feliks?” Not only are the twins destroying me, but the way Feliks played with me in the bathroom rips through my mind. And it's enough to push a girl to the edge. My knees shake, Lev lapping up every bit of me.

“Finish her off,” Feliks says between his strums. “You’re gonna come for us like a good girl, Mia.”

I’m seeing stars. Planets. The entire fucking universe. My thighs clench around Lev’s head, my breathing like I've jogged a hundred blocks. “I—I’m gonna—”

Vlad’s lips press to mine and I’m transported to that night in the foyer. His kiss is as needy and aggressive as it was before, his tongue flicking against the barbell they gave me. It mimics the movement of Lev’s tongue, both twins working to bring me right to the fucking—

BANG!

I reach my peak. I come just as I hear Dominik’s growling voice echo through my head. “Time’s up, Mia Mouse.”

Chapter Thirty-Nine

The sound of Feliks’ guitar stops. “Didn’t know you were back, Federov.”

My eyes spring open to Dom’s eyes, right over mine, taking Vlad’s place.

Red marks stain his white shirt, a splotch under his eye. My naked body exposed to him doesn’t make him take that gaze off mine.

“Playtime’s over,” Lev grumbles.

Pushing off the table, I roll over to look at Dom, my tits still in view. And I can’t tell if he barged in here because he’s jealous, or because he’s… Dom.

“What’s your problem, Federov?” My head tilts to the side, my wet strands hitting the table.

“You,” he responds, a blazer over his tattooed muscles. “I need a fucking answer, Mia.”

“Dude,” Lev chuckles. “I don’t think—”

CRASH!

“Stay the fuck out of this, Reznikov.” His gaze doesn't move from mine, a bottle of oil spilling onto the floor. “Mia, are you with us? Or are you against us? Are you still a Merlo? Because I can’t keep this shit up.”

My brows knit. “The hell are you talking about?”

Feliks mutters a curse while Dom mocks me. “I don’t have time for this scared little girl shit. You know what you did. It's time to man the fuck up and make a move.”

“What I did?” My cheeks heat, my bliss fading. “You mean killing my fucking father? Killing him for you?” My chest tightens as Dom’s words settle in my head. “Choose a side? Is that what you’re fucking saying? Now?”

“Blame me all you want, Mia, but I’m not housing a Merlo if it doesn’t suit me.” He stares at me with fury. Hate. And I stare right back. “You can’t keep being a fuck-toy to my men.”

“Is that what this is? You’re jealous?”

“I couldn’t care less about who you fuck or what you do. You wanna finish? Fucking finish, but I need an answer.”

“Fuck you, Dominik.”

“For the last time, you already have… and I fucking regret it.” Those words pierce right through me. So does his scowl. So does the finality in his voice.

“Mia?” A familiar voice comes from behind Dom, breaking the silence. It's a voice that makes me reach for the towel and throw it around my body. When I glance behind Dom’s shoulder, Chaya’s eyes are so wide she looks like she’s on drugs. Her vintage band shirt tucked into her flared jeans doesn't help. Neither does the spaced out inquisition on her face. “Know what? I’ll come back.”

“No, stay.” Lev jumps for her, pulling her into the room by her beaded wrist.

“How’d you—” Before I can answer, she points to Dom. “Dom brought you here?” My eyes scan his face and body again, splatters of red all over him. “Did something happen on the way?” Why do I care?

“Pasta,” Chaya responds, her eyes darting around the room. Dom glares at me like he’s still waiting for an answer. "Is this your room? This is lit."

“Pasta?” I clarify, blinking at Dom’s shitty excuse.

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