Page 71 of Heirs of Havoc

My eyes blink at the back of the headrest. “I can’t go to church.” Not like this. The community knows me as a good girl. Nani too. If they saw me intoxicated with these three …

“Don’t worry, you’ll fit in.” Feliks leans into me, his arm wrapping around me. “But for now, let me take you to heaven.” His hand pulls at my belt, his fingers drawing circles on my shoulder that makes me feel all kinds of wobbly. “Ready for the first part of my apology?”

Glancing at the front seat, I turn my gaze to Feliks. His fingers on my stomach make me gasp and when he slips his hand into my pants, my hand comes to his wrist. “In case you haven't noticed, your friends are in the front seat.”

“Believe me, if it helps keep you quiet, I’m all game,” Lev says from the front.

“Just don’t make a mess,” Vlad says, manning the wheel.

Am I… Am I hearing this right? The two guys I hooked up with don’t care that their best friend wants me in the backseat of their car?

My eyes land on Feliks who has a sloppy smirk on his face and I know he’s drunk too. Is that enough to justify this?

But when he manoeuvres those musician fingers further in my pants, down between my slit, it’s harder to think. And when he lands his thick lips on mine, it's harder to move, flutters filling me. By the time he pulls me on his lap, I’m lost in him again, my body filling with satisfying tingles as his tongue plays with the barbell in my mouth.

Neither of the twins say a thing as Feliks pulls my top over my head. When I glance behind me, Lev’s eyes stare back in the rearview. Feliks turns my head to him with a finger under my chin, those glittering golds meeting mine. He sinks his teeth into my lip as he grows hard underneath me. My clit presses against the tip of his cock and fuck, I want it. I want his apology so bad.

I want him.

“No need to be quiet in here, Bunny,” Feliks croaks against my lips. When I scoot back, he pulls his hardened shaft through the slit in his pants and I damn near drool. “Wanna bounce?” His hand on my waist, he moves me against him, pushing my clit against his thick shaft.

“Fuck yes.” Wrapping my arms around him, my lips press to his again and the moving car makes me feel like I’m blasting through space. His hands grip my waist, moving me back as he teases the tip of his dick on my clit, slapping the tip of his head against it. The sound of my wet centre meeting his shaft makes my stomach clench with excitement.

“That sounds fucking good, M&M,” Lev calls from the front and I can't believe they're witnessing this. Considering my first (and last) time with Dom, it's not that surprising.

Feliks presses his cheek to mine, his tongue sliding to my ear. “Wait until you hear how good she sounds on my cock.” He lifts my hips, rubbing his staff between my slit before he sinks me down on his rod. Gasping, waves of bliss roll through me like I’ve stepped into a warm hot spring with aching muscles. As much as my core aches for Feliks. “Bounce, Bunny.” He demands, and with my hands on his shoulders, I do. We move in unison, my hips lifting as he pulls me back on his cock. It’s a different dance from what the twins did in the kitchen. It's more fluid. Sensual. Until a sting comes to my head, my strands pulling back.

It’s not Feliks, his hands tight on my waist. Something tells me it's Lev, but I’m too enthralled in the way Feliks fills me to care. My head pulls back, exposing my neck. Feliks feasts on it while I grind harder on his lap, our pace more frantic. Needier. My moans fill the car, “It Had to Be You” blending with my cries. "How do you feel so good?"

A hand slaps my ass, harder tugs on my hair, giving me that perfect mix of thrill and delight. It’s hard not to scratch at the leather on the seat behind Feliks as I hang on, slamming hard on his shaft. The car moves us into deeper positions, aiding in my release.

“Oh fuck,” Feliks groans. “She’s almost there. Do it now, Lev."

My eyes pop open, realizing Feliks isn’t talking to me. It’s hard to get my words out with how heavy I'm panting. “Do wh—” My gasp cuts off my words, pressure pushing against my smaller hole. “Oh my God…” My forehead falls against Feliks’, pressure moving from my ass to my core. Then it releases, a rush of nirvana flooding through me as Feliks drives into me.

The car spills away. Everything does. My body is his. Or theirs. Or whoever’s when I come hard on his shaft. “I’m so sorry, Mia,” Feliks whispers, kissing all over my face while he brings me right where he wants me. To the edge. My peak. To fucking heaven. “But I’ll never be sorry for this.”

“We’re here.” The car comes to a stop as the last of my climax leaves me shaking and shivering against Feliks’ sweaty body.

“Think she is too,” Lev chuckles. The pressure from my ass leaves me and when I glance behind me, Lev holds the diamond end of a black plug. Well, damn.

Before I can thank them for their team effort, Vlad gets out of the car with a slam.

“What’s his problem?” Feliks asks. Lifting me off his shaft, shivers spiral through me.

“I’ll catch up with him.” Lev looks back at our seat before opening the car door. “I’ll give you guys a second to clean up.” With a wink, he leaves.

Feliks grabs my hair, pulling me back before placing his lips on mine. He speaks against my mouth, “We good, Bunny?”

It’s hard not to smile against his mouth with waves of pleasure whirling through me. “Yeah, we’re good.”

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Can’t say I’ve ever stepped into church intoxicated. Can’t say I’ve ever stepped into church intoxicated after getting fucked by Feliks Ivankov. Especially not with Vlad and Lev in the front seat.

I’m still a little shaky from our not-so-private act and Feliks has apologized so many times that I'm believing it.

“Think they’ll know?” I ask as Feliks leads me through the church lobby. The waterfall display makes me feel like I’m still in heaven, but the look on Jesus’ face makes me wince.

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