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“Yes,” escapes me without much hesitation, surprising myself. I’m so turned on by Zasha, and Daniil’s sudden display of dominance isn’t helping. My pussy throbs at the thought of Daniil thinking about me in that way, and as he starts to smile I know I made the right decision.

How we made it to the car in one piece is anyone’s guess. By the time Daniil throws me down on the back seat and buries underneath my skirt, my panties are soaked and my core twists with anticipation.

“You weren’t kidding,” Daniil remarks. He drags his tongue against my soaked panties, pressing against my pussy and licking at my juices like some kind of delicacy. Moaning, I arch off the seat and hurriedly gather my skirt to my waist.

“Please,” I beg breathlessly, “please don’t tease.”

“Are you sure?” Daniil lifts his head and slowly licks his hips. “I love teasing.” As he speaks, he slides his thumb over my panties and presses the fabric between my soaked folds. Stroking over my clit, he uses the slight drag of the fabric to toy with me and my heart pounds into my throat.

“Please,” I whimper. “Please, I need you.”

“How can I resist you begging so sweetly?” Daniil disappears once more between my thighs, sunglasses discarded somewhere on the front seat.

My left foot rests against the floor while my right hooks around the headrest. Daniil wastes no time tugging at my panties, then there’s a sharp click. Lifting my head, I’m just in time to see Daniil cut my panties away with his pocketknife and a pulse of lust cascades through me.

That’s fucking hot. Oh my God.

Then Daniil slides his hands around my thighs, pulls me an inch closer and buries his face against my pussy with a loud groan.

I reach for him immediately, sliding my fingers into his sleek black hair and tugging sharply. My head tips back against the seat, and my world narrows to the heated pinpoint of Daniil’s tongue stroking through my pussy. Switching from long licks of his flat tongue to rapid strokes of his tongue in a pointed tip, he keeps me on edge the entire time. My clit throbs in time to my racing heart, my core clenches rhythmically and my temperature rises.

My T-shirt soaks in a light sheen of sweat, clinging to my skin. My hair sticks to my neck as I toss my head back and forth and the most erotic thing is hearing how Daniil is audibly enjoying everything he’s doing. He moans and groans, even whimpers when he focuses on my clit with gentle licks. In between the assault of his tongue and lips, he pulls away and breathes lightly against me, sending tingles of anticipation all the way up my spine. Then he dives back in and thrusts his tongue as deep as he can reach.

It’s a wonder I last as long as I do.

As my orgasm starts to crest, I writhe against the seat with breathless moans but Daniil’s iron grasp around my hips prevents me from moving even an inch away from his talented mouth. He holds me in place and focuses all his attention on my clit.

I come hard with my eyes rolling back and my toes curling almost painfully tight within my shoes. Daniil drinks me down, licking me through every ripple and clench then he kisses my clit and pulls away.

I open my eyes, and his face swims above me. His warm brown eyes dance with desire and without the sunglasses, the scar across his right eye is on full display.

Smiling lazily, I cup his cheek and he leans down. His damp lips land on mine in a kiss so gentle that it takes me by surprise.

“Better?” he asks, writing his question against my lips.

“Infinitely,” I reply breathlessly.

He’s the perfect distraction, but his attention only further cements a growing conflict in my heart.

I can’t have all three…can I?

15

NAOMI

Life slowly returns to some semblance of normal.

As the days tick past, Zasha’s recovery is slow but gradual. It didn’t take long for his attempts at walking confidently to fall through and reveal that the pain in his hip was giving him a limp. Some kind of macho confidence definitely fueled his attempts to hide it. I suggested a cane to help him walk. He shot that down immediately.

With warmer weather weaving through the days, I began spending more and more time outside with Dariya. The first week after Fyodor’s reveal was tough, but in the end I realized I’d already made my decision. I was simply refusing to accept it. Over mugs of hot chocolate at two o’clock in the morning, I reassured Fyodor that I had no desire to put Dariya in any danger. Or him, for that matter. His secret was safe with me. Deep down, I knew I couldn’t pass the information on to my mother because the similarities between her upbringing and Dariya’s possible future were too glaring.

Generational responsibility or not, I couldn’t have a hand in destroying her childhood. We would be no better than the men that destroyed my mother’s life. I told myself I would help my mother find another way to get her revenge but in the dark of night when there was no one to distract me from my innermost thoughts, deep down I knew that was a lie.

“I’m confused.” Dariya crosses her arms across her chest and pouts, drawing me from my musings. Math wasn’t my strong point, but Dariya’s tutor had left homework, and it fell under my responsibility to help her do it. The problem is that her request for help usually sends me on a fifteen-minute deep dive into Google.

“Okay, let’s start from the beginning again.” Pushing a few strands of hair away from my face, I hover over her shoulder and tap the problem with my pen. “Adrian has fourteen watermelons. Betty has one-third of Adrian’s, while Thomas has two-thirds of…” Trailing off, the problem becomes spaghetti in my mind.

“You don’t know it, do you,” Dariya states, turning her adorably confused face up at me.

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