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It’s adorable. I slip away from her and gently close the door.

Would it be so bad if I were pregnant? The guys seem happy and having my own little girl like Dariya would surely only be a good thing, right?

Would they care who the father is?

Would it even matter?

Too many questions burst forth at just that contemplation, so I shove them away and hurry back downstairs to the party. Passing two guards on the way, I send them to Dariya’s room, then head back out into the garden where the enjoyment is still in full swing.

The rest of the guards have melted away either to rest or return to work. All that remains are the three men holding a high soft spot in my heart.

Daniil has stripped down to nothing, and he stands on the diving board in all his naked glory. As the sky darkens, the lights around the pool bloom into life, creating shadows across Daniil’s body. They accentuate the curves of his muscles and highlight the worst of the scars not hidden by the black ink of his tattoos.

Still, his sunglasses remain on, even as he dives into the pool with a large splash. What a guy.

“Be careful of your shoulder!” I warn him when he breaches the surface. “You don’t want to re-open that wound.”

Daniil sticks out his tongue and dives back under once more. Intent on getting a drink, I weave through the recliners toward the bar but as I pass Fyodor, he reaches out and spanks me sharply on the ass.

“Hey!” Spinning to face him, I can’t say anything else because suddenly Zasha’s pulling me into his lap and I land with a soft thump that takes my breath away. He holds me against his bare chest and nuzzles into the crook of my neck. Then his hand cradles the back of my head, and he tilts me around until he can kiss me.

The angle has me slightly upside down, resting back against his shoulder but he holds me in place and kisses me so deeply that my head spins. Such a show of possession in front of the others is pretty hot, and heat builds in my core. The longer he kisses me, the hotter I burn. My mind runs on its own.

What about the others? Do they see?

Of course they do.

“In front of the others?” I murmur against his lips when the kiss breaks long enough for me to breathe.

“I think they like it,” Zasha replies. He coaxes me back into a sitting position. Fyodor watches me from his recliner with dark eyes. When our gazes lock onto one another, Zasha slides his hand beneath the hem of my skirt.

I can’t look away. I’m utterly entranced by the calm, hungry look Fyodor gives me while Zasha’s deft fingers slide between my outer lips and dive deep into my core. I gasp and rise upward. Zasha’s other arm loops around my waist and keeps me still. His cast presses lightly into my abdomen and his lips nibble my neck.

Between my legs, his fingers dance, and I’m completely at his mercy. Warmth ignites inside me while his thumb rubs over my clit and two fingers sink rhythmically inside of me. Through it all, Fyodor’s gaze never wavers. The only sound, other than my breathless moans, is the splash of Daniil as he swims back and forth. This act is like a secret that exists only between the three of us.

My knees quiver and my toes curl. Arching back into Zasha’s grip, a loud moan catches me off guard and suddenly the splashing stops. Out of the corner of my eye, Daniil crosses his arms at the poolside and holds himself up as he watches.

Zasha whimpers softly in my ear and my body coils like a spring. I’m completely exposed, despite being fully dressed, and never have I felt more open and seen than I do at this moment. Zasha’s hand twists and he strokes faster and harder. His fingers reach deeper, and then I’m on the brink.

My orgasm hits like a powerful wave, and I come apart in Zasha’s arms under the intense gaze of Fyodor and Daniil.

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“Good girl,” Zasha whispers in my ear.

I’m powerless in his arms as his cock takes the place of his fingers and fills me so full that my core aches from the stretch. His hand remains firm on my waist, guiding the eager rolls of my hips as I fuck myself on his cock to an audience.

Fyodor and Daniil watch me silently with mirroring smiles gracing their handsome faces.

How did this even happen? We went from a quiet whisper to an open secret, and now they’re watching me with hungry eyes as I chase my pleasure. I’m open and exposed, unable to hide even an inch of myself from their roving eyes, and it’s as attractive as it is alarming.

I want them to see everything and nothing. I want this to be private just as much as I want them to ravish me all together.

Daniil’s head tilts, sending water trickling down his bare arms. Fyodor shifts his hips subtly as his pants visibly tighten. Zasha pants in my ear with words of praise falling from his lips like a prayer.

This is heaven and hell—the one moment I tried to touch myself, Zasha slapped my hand away. He wants me to come on his cock under the intensity of being watched, and it’s working.

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