Page 15 of Tangled Vows

Clare

I blink against the bright light coming through the blinds on the window. I squeeze my eyes shut and look away, my gaze stopping on the vacant impression in the covers on my right. I turn my head and find an identical one on my left. My underwear by the foot of the bed acts as a reminder of what happened the night before. Images from my encounters—no, we didn’t stop at one—with Leonid and Ivan start to sift through my mind, confirming what my body is trying to tell me. I can feel the strain in my arms and legs. My mouth is a bit dry, there’s soreness between my legs, and their scents are still in the air.

God, what have I done?

I got lost in ecstasy. I let my body do the thinking, which was precisely none. I allowed my senses to take over and chose to ignore logic. If I had listened to reason, I would’ve run the hell out of this penthouse. I would’ve stormed out and never looked back. These people are dangerous. They make a living out of hurting others, and what did I do? I allowed them to use me as their personal plaything. I allowed them to ravage me all night long.

Of course, I’m not going to deny my own responsibility. I encouraged this. I gave them the green light when I walked up to that window yesterday, shaking my hips. This was me telling them, “I want this.”

Which is why I’m palming my forehead right now. No one forced me into anything. I was reckless. Enthralled by the mystery surrounding them, I chose to spend the night in this apartment and with those two in and around me. I swallow hard, more of last night’s craziness coming to my mind.

I was on top of Leonid, his hands squeezing my ass, Ivan kneeling on my right and my hand wrapped around his cock.

Jesus...

I was insatiable. For the first time in my life, I just couldn’t get enough. I had two men pleasuring me, but stopping wasn’t an option.

In other words, I did things completely out of character. I’m not impulsive; I like to think things through. In this case, though, I acted like a smitten little girl and plunged headfirst into the stupidest thing I’ve done in my whole life. Not only did I sleep with two men, but I slept with two high-ranking members of the Russian mafia.

Tears pool in my eyes as the number sinks in.

Two?

How was that even possible?

How could they encourage this? How could they share a woman without complaining even once? Because neither of them said a word that even hinted at annoyance or discomfort. On the contrary, they were okay taking turns in my pussy or my mouth. Truth be told, they were so eager to fuck me last night that it didn’t matter who went first or who came last.

This was bizarre... I know they’re tight and all, but I can think of at least four buddies who would never share someone in bed. Sure, they’re much younger than Leonid and Ivan, but is that really a factor? I don’t think so.

I can still remember those guys’ names, along with their reactions when Kate, a friend of mine, brought up this idea amid plenty of booze and loud music. All of them cringed and went on to say things like, “Fuck, no,” “I’m not going anywhere near where Tommy’s just been, it’s fucking disgusting,” and other niceties.

Still, as emotion threatens to overwhelm me, the memories flooding my brain all point to one thing. Last night wasn’t two men blowing off some steam with me. No, that can’t be it. Because they didn’t treat me like a whore. They didn’t order me to take my clothes off so they could fuck me. Leonid and Ivan treated me with respect. They touched me with care. They made me feel wanted, like the most desirable woman on the planet.

I couldn’t believe my eyes when Ivan went down on me. When Leonid did the same, I thought I was caught in a dream. Only, I could feel every single amazing thing he was doing to me.

I sit up, a sense of ease breezing through my senses. I look to the left, running my fingers through my hair. The edge of a small envelope is sticking out from under the pillow. Intrigued, I pull it out and pry it open with steady fingers.

Good morning, little one.

We’re sorry for leaving you alone, but business couldn’t wait. Trust me, Ivan and I would much rather be with you than leaving early.

I hope you don’t regret last night. I had an incredible time with you. I’ll let Ivan speak for himself the next time he sees you. I’d love to do this again very soon. In the meantime, you sit tight. It’s only natural for you to worry about the complications. I’m concerned about those myself. And if I know Ivan, we’re in the same boat. After I’ve had a word with him, we’ll discuss this together, okay?

There’s a car waiting downstairs to take you back to the safe house when you’re ready. Have a great day, little one. I know I will.

Leonid

I shove the paper back into the envelope, realizing that my confusion has just grown. Apparently, Leonid’s looking forward to more crazy nights. I don’t know about Ivan, but that’s not really the point. Leonid is correct about one thing: we need to have a conversation about this. Not why it happened; that would be rather pointless. We can’t turn back time. We just need to discuss what we’ll do from here on out. I can’t allow last night to happen again until we lay everything on the table.

Leonid

Work, my ass.

That was a lie. An innocent one, yes, but it was still a lie.

The truth was a lot more complicated than that.

When I woke up and saw Clare snuggled up between me and Ivan, I lost my cool. I had surrendered to lust, and this picture was the price I had to pay: my Bratva brother and I, having shared a woman. It was a fucking nightmare.

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