Page 52 of Heirs of Havoc

“Will you be joining us?” I spit back, not caring that my bra is on display. “Or will you keep standing there like a perv?”

“I’m the one calling the shots.” Reaching behind him, he pulls out his gun, the silver shining from a distance. “Take your fucking bra off, Mia. You want to have some fun? I know what you like.”

“Dom,” Lev protests.

“Your pants. Take ‘em off.” Dom swings his gun between us. “You too, Vlad.”

“Fuck,” Vlad mutters, but he’s quick to drop them. So does Lev. With that glare still on me, I guess this is happening. Bringing my hands behind my back, I unhook my bra, shrugging it off my shoulders. Dom drops the gun to my kilt and he watches as I unbuckle it and let it drop to the floor. And now I’m in my underwear, sandwiched between two hunks of muscle while Dom watches. Goosebumps form on my skin, the cold in the air adding to Dom’s chilling gaze.

"Now." Dom cocks his gun, aiming it right at my head. “On your knees, Merlo.”

“Or what?" My eyes narrow. “You’re gonna kill me?”

“Nah, it’s just a threat, but I will point this gun at your head and kick you the fuck out of this house if you don’t do what I say.” My eyes narrow further as a challenge. If he wanted me out of this house, he wouldn’t be keeping me hostage. “Wanna try me?” Would he? Either way, something tells me I don’t want to try him. “Could be another goon waiting for you.” And that’s exactly why.

“Is that what you want?”

“On your knees!” he barks, and fuck, I do what he says. Lowering to the floor, I make sure I stare daggers in his eyes. He points the gun at Vlad, then Lev, who both pull back like the sun shines on their faces. “You simps are already hard.” Dom chuckles. “Why don’t you show her how hard you are?”

Lev lets out a snort. “You wanna see my cock, Dom? Just ask.” Then he whips it out like it's no big deal.

It’s hard not to stare, his girth on full display and Dom's right. He’s hard. Lev looks down at me with a wink, proud of his asset. Vlad sighs on my other side, pushing his boxers down his legs and… holy shit. Now I’m not only sandwiched, I’m sandwiched with two massive dicks in my face. While I thought they’d be identical, Vlad’s isn’t as long as Lev’s carrot-sized member, but it sure as hell is thicker.

“Grab them,” Dom demands, swinging my attention back to his glare. “Both of them. Do it now.”

My brows raise, but fine. Fuck it. If Dom wants to be a sadistic, perverted dick, I can play ball.

When my hands wrap around Vlad’s warm, velvety shaft, his entire body stiffens. And when my other wraps around Lev’s, he lets out a soft groan. Before Dom can give another one of his twisted demands, I stick my tongue out, my piercing shining under the kitchen lights.

Don't do it. Don't do it.

Dom’s eyes narrow, challenging me. So I lean over and slide my pierced tongue along Vlad’s shaft. With my tongue, I draw a straight line to the other Reznikov rod.

“Is this…” Lev’s words trail when my barbell touches his tip. “Fuck, is this happening?”

“This is what he wanted.” My lips rest against Lev’s staff when I speak, my eyes on Dom.

Dom raises the bottle to his lips, taking a long swig as I flick my barbell on their swollen mushroom tips. “Yeah, that’s right, you fucking slut.” The bottle crashes to the floor as Dom takes a step forward. “Thank them for saving your life, you ungrateful whore.”

His words fuel me. “Oh, I’ll thank them.” My hand wraps around Lev’s length before turning my head to Vlad. “I’ll thank them real good.” Taking him in my mouth, Vlad groans, his hand coming to my head, gripping my strands. All it takes is a few swirls around his salty tip before he’s thrusting inside my mouth. He tastes sweeter than I expected, a hint of bitterness landing on my tongue. It’s not as sweet as seeing Dom’s abs twitch as I let Vlad fuck my face. He fills me, his hips thrusting towards me, and it only makes me wonder how he'd feel inside me. My nipples harden at the thought and his motions. I hope it doesn't give Dom the satisfaction.

Vlad pulls out, letting me breathe as spit drips from his wet shaft. Turning my head towards Lev, he hisses in anticipation.

“I bet you’re so fucking wet for them.” Dom’s growls make me wrap my free hand to Lev’s ass, pushing him further into my mouth so Dom can hear that sound I know drives him wild. "Like a dirty whore." It's hard keeping my eyes on Dom while Lev feeds me his cock, but I do. I want him to see this because that bulge in his pants tells me he wishes it was him. "Vlad, check how wet she is.”

When a finger comes between my slit, I moan against Lev’s cock, my lips wrapped around him as he hardens in my mouth. That makes me stroke Vlad faster, his cock throbbing in my hold. Vlad slides his fingers along my centre, a spark shooting up my abs. And when he pushes his thick fingers inside me, my mouth tightens around Lev’s shaft. It’s like we’re dancing again, working together, offsetting each other’s moves. Except this time, it’s a much dirtier dance. One I know will get me in trouble.

“Show me,” Dom demands. Vlad pulls his fingers out, my wetness dripping off them. Dom chuckles. “Fucking slut. You like being between two dicks, don’t you? Is this what you meant by fun? Is this why you saved them? Is this why you wanted out of your cell?”

“Fuck,” Vlad groans when I take him in my mouth again. “She already knows how to work that tongue ring.” My knees on the kitchen floor, I can’t concentrate on how numb they are. The fire in Dom’s eyes fuels me. So do Vlad’s curses and Lev’s groans.

“Oh, shit,” Lev grunts, my hand moving faster along his shaft, wet with my spit and slobber.

“Fucking shit.” Vlad echoes.

“What’s the matter? You can’t hold your loads, Reznikov?” Dom asks, his hand in front of his pants, but he can’t hide that hard-on from me. “See, Mia should be with a real man. Too bad that won’t ever happen.”

“This feels real to me, Federov,” I moan against Vlad’s shaft, his hand in my strands in a tight grip. Sticking my tongue out, I make sure Dom sees me flick my piercing against Vlad’s head.

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