Page 102 of Nanny for the Bratva Daddies

Keeping secrets from them doesn’t work.

We’ve all been forced to do horrible things for our parents, and Fyodor decided that if none of them are accountable, then neither am I. Those who came before us all groomed and manipulated each of us in the hope of maintaining power. Now, we’re the only ones left.

“I had a hand in that too, by the way,” Daniil murmurs, and his mouth presses against my throat.

“Mm-hmm.” Sliding one hand into his hair as he kisses down my shoulders, my other follows the weaves of ink across Fyodor’s chest while Zasha’s tongue lazily strokes through my folds.

“You were so impressive up in that big helicopter,” Fyodor snorts.

Flesh impacts flesh as Daniil punches Fyodor in the shoulder and they dissolve into laughter. I close my eyes and let the sound wash over me like gentle music, sinking into the sensation of Zasha’s tongue.

His mouth dances over my skin, teasing my lips apart with kisses and tongue. He licks over me again and again, each time pressing deeper and harder against me. My heart flutters in my chest as Fyodor and Daniil gently cover me in kisses and touches all over my body.

This is heaven. Heaven I earned.

Daniil’s tongue weaves into my mouth, dancing alongside mine. Fyodor’s lips and teeth graze over my nipples and breasts while Zasha presses firmer against my pussy. He suckles, licks, and kisses every inch of me, driving me higher and higher. Pleasure coils hot and tight in my gut and tingles of excitement dance over my naked body.

I’m so in love.

I’m so happy.

I orgasm with a cry that’s lost in between Daniil’s lips and Fyodor’s kisses. They stroke me through it, prolonging the pleasure with all the gentle touches and kisses until I’m utterly spent, then I flop down onto the pillows and puff out a breath.

“Round two?” I ask, smirking lightly.

“I would, but I can’t.” Fyodor kisses me gently and leaps from the bed while Daniil slides a warm arm around my waist.

“Why? What’s the rush?”

As Fyodor pulls on his boxers, he turns to us with a broad smile on his face. “Dariya comes home today.”

Throwing a party for Dariya’s return was the easiest way to show her how much we missed her. Her recovery has been amazing, and while she still has healing to do, Fyodor couldn’t keep her away any longer.

It’s a nice end, I muse to myself while adding a few extra sprinkles to the cake. A nice way to symbolize all of us finally becoming one full family. Zasha included. I was over the moon when he told me Fyodor was absorbing his family at his request, and he was now fully a member of Fyodor’s team. We all get to stay together and I could not have asked for a more fantastic result.

A week ago, I was sure my life was over.

Now, it’s just beginning.

“The cake looks amazing.” Zasha slides up behind me, caresses my sides, and winds his arms around my waist.

“Thank you. You don’t think it’s over the top?”

“What, with the sparkles, the glitter, the rainbow icing, and her full allowance of candy on top?” Zasha chuckles warmly in my ear. “It’s perfect. She’ll love it.”

“Oh, I hope so.” Even as we strive to move forward, some things linger. Like the sight of her dress soaked in blood or the howl of pain from Fyodor. I fear that will stay with me until the end of my days.

“How are you, though?” Zasha’s grip on my waist tightens and he turns me to face him. “How are you really?”

“The past few weeks—hell, months—feel like some kind of insane dream, but this?” I glance around at the garden filled with balloons and streamers of all colors. “It’s nice to know we’re all on the same page. Everything is out in the open now.”

Just as I speak, it reminds me of something Ivan told me, and I touch Zasha’s cheek lightly with my fingertips.

“I’m so sorry, by the way, about your mother. Ivan told me when he was bragging, and I just…I had no idea. I didn’t know both your parents had passed when Fyodor told me about your father.”

Zasha shrugs softly, studying my face as we lock eyes.

“I do not regret killing my father. He was a monster and he deserved it, but my mother’s suicide was…painful. It will take me some more time, I think, to cope with that.”

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