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I’d give my life for these men. If they work just as hard at pleasuring and protecting Valentina as I do, I have no complaints.

Even with two extra limp dicks in the bed.

None of us want to move, but it’s Valentina’s mumbled water that gets me out of bed. I chug one glass of water and bring three more back to the bedroom, but by the time I’ve returned, Ezra is passed out and Valentina is mumbling something into Mikhail’s chest. He sweeps his hand across her back, whispering something back to her that I can’t hear.

I should be jealous of their intimacy, but I feel lighter than I have in years.

Valentina is still smiling.

That makes everything worth it.

Chapter 17

Valentina

A moan slips past my lips as Mikhail’s fingers dig into my scalp, scrubbing soap into my hair. I dip my chin lower as my eyes flutter closed. This is the life—soaking in a huge, clawfoot tub, with one of the men I love nestled against my back.

He kisses the nape of my neck with a pleased hum. “I think, as long as you’re here with me, love, this is my new favorite feature of the house.” One of his hands slips beneath the steaming water to cup my breast. “I’ve never enjoyed a bath as much as this.”

Ezra grumbles from across the bathroom, his eyebrows pinched together as he watches Mikhail fondle me in the tub. “You would think with million dollars, he would buy bigger tub,” he mutters, pinching an unlit cigarette between his teeth. It’s become his latest habit—hold the smoke, but don’t light it. Chew on the end, perhaps, or tap the pack against his thigh, but I haven’t seen him light a cigarette since the night he admitted he wasn’t sleeping.

Whatever his reason, I’m grateful for it.

“You should really consider an upgrade,” I agree, sighing as Mikhail stops teasing me to knead my shoulders. “Then we’d all fit instead of just you and me.”

“I like it being just the two of us, malyshka. Imagine how dirty the water would get with those two in here.” He clicks his tongue and digs harder into my muscles. “You know what, don’t imagine it. I want you all to myself, even your thoughts.” He lifts his eyes to glare at Ezra. “Someone should really catch the hint and leave us alone. Newlyweds need their alone time.”

Ezra scoffs. “She is not only your wife.”

Mikhail scrubs the conditioner from my hair. “She is when she’s with me,” he sighs, dipping his hands beneath the water to stroke my bare skin. “Naked and wanting—trembling, even. Isn’t that right, love?” He kisses behind my ear, stroking my stomach with one hand while the other slips between my thighs. I bend my knees to grant him access, and he immediately pinpoints my clit with his deft fingers. Each stroke is slow and sensuous, stoking the fires of my desire.

I lay my head against his shoulder and relax against him. “It’s a dirty trick to keep—ahh!” Jolts of pleasure radiate deep inside as Mikhail picks up the pace. “K-keep me—the tub isn’t even—Mikhail,” I whine. “S-stop, wait?—”

“No.” He lifts my leg onto the edge of the tub, spreading me open. “You’re mine for the hour, Valentina, and I intend to enjoy every second of it.” His fingers slide lower, sinking into my core with ease. As he pumps them inside me, he digs the heel of his palm against my clit. It hurts, I’m so sensitive, but it also feels?—

“So good,” Mikhail rasps, groaning as I start to tremble. “You’re gonna come for me, baby. Squeeze my fingers.”

I squeeze my walls as tight as I can, and he rewards me with a growl. “Fuck, that’s hot. So fucking tight. You like me inside you, don’t you, Valentina? Say it.” Water sloshes over the edge of the tub, splashing on the tiles. But Mikhail doesn’t stop; he goes harder, curling a third finger inside and hitting something deep.

Gasping, I clutch the edges of the tub as white-hot pleasure zips through me. I’m close—so close—but my body’s so hot that I don’t think I can make it. I’m going to pass out. I’m going to scream. I might die if he doesn’t stop?—

“You are being too rough.”

Ezra’s voice feels close. I reach out blindly for him, and he grabs my hand and holds it tight. “I am here. You are safe. Let go, Valentina. Come for Mikhail.”

The building tension finally snaps, and I crash. My body tightens as every nerve in my body fires off at once, flooding me with endorphins and soothing all my aches and pains. All of the tension in my body melts away as I come back down, relaxing in Mikhail’s arms.

He wraps his arms around my middle and holds me tight, too tight, hurting my ribs.

“Mikhail, that hurts.” I take a shallow breath and grab his wrists. “Hey, it’s too tight?—”

“You can trust me too, you know.” He sighs, resting his forehead against my shoulder. “You don’t need Ezra to save you all the time. I’m right here. I’m not going to let anything happen to you.”

I open my eyes and blink away tears. Shit. Ezra came to my rescue when he thought I was in distress. I mean, I was, but I would have been fine. It’s okay if Mikhail pushes my limits. It’s okay if all of them do. I squeeze Ezra’s hand before letting him go.

Ezra stares at me for one long moment before leaving the room.

Finally, Mikhail and I are alone.

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