Page 18 of Heirs of Havoc

“I’ve got something else for you.” Lev spins a red laced thong on his thick index finger.

“The black one.” Feliks says behind me. “The black dress. It suits her better.”

Vlad’s brows lower before he reaches for the leather dress on the bed, the one Feliks held against me. While Feliks isn’t wrong, “This all looks like something a mafia wife would wear.” There’s a lisp when I speak, Lev smirking when he notices.

“Bingo.” Lev hops on Chaya’s bed, crossing his ankles in brown boots.

And that reminds me. “And where the hell is Chaya?”

“Swim meet. You’re a shit roommate for not knowing that,” Lev chuckles, the underwear on his finger spinning round and round. “But unless you want to explain to her who we really are, you might want to get into that dress, M&M.”

Vlad shoves the dress at my chest and turns me towards the bathroom. Feliks moves to the side, averting his eyes. I do what I’m told because, let’s be real, I’m no match against all this muscle. All this alpha. “Now, Merlo!" Vlad’s impatience shows, my shoulders rising to my ears. When he doesn’t close the bathroom door, I arch my brow. “I'm not taking my eyes off you.” He reads my mind. “You're a liability. Strip.”

Vlad stirs that defiance in me. “No.”

Lev whistles, like I’ve said something wild. Vlad’s mouth tightens, and before I can say another word, he pushes me against the wall. “We can do it the hard way, then.” Vlad pulls my shirt over my head in one quick swoop. The weight of his body keeps me pressed against the wall and once I’m naked, he shoves the dress at my chest. “You’re not a child. Handle the rest, or I will.”

My eyes drop to his crotch. “Looks like you got something else to handle.”

“And if you don’t put that dress on, you sure as fuck will.” We stare off for a moment, his deep blues on my browns and when he takes a step forward, I pull the dress over my head. “So you do know how to take orders.”

It takes the cold leather soothing my heated skin to remind me how hot I am. Vlad makes this bathroom feel like the depths of the earth. Why does he always have to be so intense? “Happy, sire?” I curtsy.

His mouth flattens, hooded blues darting around my body.

My eyes narrow, reading his hungry gaze. I don’t look that good in this thing, do I?

Turning to the mirror, I pull my hair out from the dress and damn. Feliks was right. This looks amazing on me … if I was on the set of a Rihanna music video, that is. Especially with this new body jewellery. Sticking out my tongue, I’m quick to wipe the smile from my face. If anyone on campus sees this tongue ring, or this dress, I’ll have another scandal. “Are there words on my body?” Turning to Vlad, who still has his eyes on me, I salt my voice with sass. “Because it looks like you’re trying to read my insides.”

“I’ll do that with my cock." His eyes pierce mine. “And by the sound of your voice, you’re asking for it, Merlo.” He moves out of the way, giving me a path back into the room. It reveals three more sets of eyes on me.

The air quiets.

Twing!

Feliks’ string breaks as he mutters a curse, but he doesn’t take his eyes off me. None of them do.

Vlad clears his throat. “We don’t have all day.”

Lev hops off the bed, his eyes wandering my frame as he approaches me. When he gets to where I stand, he drops to his knees.

His hand wraps around my ankle, a blaze flowing up my leg. He lifts it, his brother’s hand coming to my waist when I almost stumble as he pulls the red panties up my calf. Raising my other foot, he slides the panties higher. The boys don’t even care as Lev’s breath warms my skin.

“You smell good, M&M.” Lev's voice rumbles against my leg and it makes it even harder to stand. “Didn’t expect vermin to smell like paradise.”

“Quit crotch sniffing,” Vlad snaps as Feliks drops a pair of red pumps at my feet. "We have work to do."

“What’s this for, anyway?” I ask, eyeing the shoes. “You’re not gonna like… sell me to the mafia, are you?”

Lev laughs, Feliks joining in with a croaky chuckle of his own. I’m even surprised when Vlad joins in, but that only makes me more suspicious.

“You’ll see, Bunny," Feliks says, "You'll see."

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Feliks peels out of the SAA parking lot as the sun peaks higher in the sky.

Clementine's sunrises are magical. No tall buildings or skyscrapers to block the view. But now, with these three men in the car, it feels as stuffy as the city.

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