Page 44 of Reign of Four

“We promise.” Mikhail reaches across the table and cups Valentina’s face in his hands. “So don’t shut out the idea of kids just yet, okay?” As he leans across the table to reach her, he knocks her glass to the floor and shuts both me and Andrei out completely. The words he whispers against her lips betray a gentleness that his touch foregoes. “We deserve our own happiness, don’t you think?”

Tears fill Valentina’s eyes, and if it weren’t for fucking Mikhail, I’d kiss them all away. The bastard gets to them first, sucking each one against his lips the moment they slide down her cheeks. When he kisses her on the lips, she melts in her chair. I’m both relieved that she’s relaxing and annoyed that it’s not with me. I nudge Mikhail’s hip hard, knocking him off balance. He snaps back with anger in his eyes, like I interrupted his favorite meal.

Too fucking bad.

Andrei steals the advantage and rounds the table to Valentina’s side. He kneels at her feet and kisses both of her hands. “A queen deserves a loyal kingdom. The Bratva will fight to protect our family just as strongly as they’ll fight to protect their own. You’ll see.”

“We must give them something fight for.” I nod towards Andrei. “We will give them marriage.”

“And babies,” Mikhail adds, “lots of babies.”

“I haven’t said yes yet,” Valentina reminds us. “I . . . need some time to think. About kids, not about marriage.”

Andrei kisses each of Valentina’s palms. “Take all the time you need, love.”

She exhales slowly, then nods. “Okay. Thank you.”

My phone buzzes again. Andrei and I share a look. I bet his is going off more than mine. I only have to deal with our Bratva, but Andrei has to deal with the world. After Valentina’s disappearance—and now the Mayor’s, I’m sure—high-ranking officials within the city have questions. It’s easy enough to smooth things over, but it does take an appearance or two to do it.

But the last thing I want to do is deal with Bratva duties today. Valentina’s hand is warm in mine, and I sweep my thumb across her knuckles. We could have lost her. This whole thing we have going for us could have come crumbling down in an instant. We wouldn’t be talking about babies, we’d be best friends with the bottom of a bottle.

Speaking of which, I spot a high-dollar vodka calling my name. I slip away to snag the bottle and pour two new glasses of orange juice, one with a heavy dose of Russian medicine. While someone cleans up the spill on the hardwood, I hand Valentina the fresh glass and sit across from her.

She relaxes further as she takes a tiny sip. “What do we do now?”

“We eat.” I jab Valentina’s fork into a blob of egg whites and hold it up to her lips. It looks disgusting. It wobbles. “We rest.”

“We fuck, like rabbits.” Mikhail drags his chair next to Valentina and places his hands on her thighs, spreading them just enough to tease her inner thighs.

Valentina flushes pink, but she doesn’t stop him. He buries his face in her hair and sighs as he lovingly squeezes her thighs, grabs her hips, rubs her stomach. “You felt so fucking perfect, squeezing my cock last night, malyshka. I’m an addict for your pussy. And this perfect body—” He groans in the back of his throat as his hands wander the expanse of her body, squeezing her breasts, palming her curves, lifting her shirt to kiss her stomach. “Breathtaking.” He dives to his knees in front of her and shoulders her thighs apart even more, making room for himself. “I need a taste.”

She squeaks when he pulls her ass to the edge of her seat. “M-Mikhail,” Valentina whispers, fisting his hair. “We shouldn’t—” Her eyes screw shut the moment he buries his face deeper and latches onto her sex through the boxers she’s wearing.

I lean back in my chair to block Mikhail from view beneath the table. Taking a swig of my drink, I study Valentina’s blushing face. Her eyes are closed, her mouth open in a pretty O. “Open your eyes, lisichka. Let us see how good you feel.”

She shakes her head. “N-no. We shouldn’t?—”

The sound of fabric tearing fills the air as Mikhail shreds the thin barrier between them. He groans, and Valentina’s back arches a second later.

Andrei stands beside Valentina and grabs her chin, wrenching her face towards him. “Why not, zhena? We want to please you.”

With one hand keeping Mikhail firmly in place, she grabs Andrei’s arm with the other. “Normal breakfast—we should have a—ahh—normal morning together.”

I down the rest of my juice and pour straight vodka next. My cock fills as Valentina tries to maintain her composure. I wish she would open her eyes. I want to watch them blow wide open when she comes. “This is normal, no? You have breakfast, we have breakfast.” I spot Andrei adjusting himself, his cock already at full mast.

I came once this morning. I’m allowed to take a little longer to get there. I put my feet up on an empty chair and pull my cock free, stroking it to each breathless sound Valentina makes.

“Perfectly normal,” Andrei agrees, cupping Valentina’s face. He leans down and takes her mouth in his, slipping his tongue between her lips. They both moan, and Valentina moves her hand from his arm to the thick bulge between them. She rubs him eagerly as he rocks his hips into her palm.

Our girl is just as horny as us. This will definitely be our new normal, from now on.

“Bring her here.” I pat the table in front of me. “I am hungry.”

Mikhail lifts his hand above the table to flick me off.

But Valentina finally opens her eyes and looks at me. A little dazed, a lot horny, face flushed and lips swollen. She pushes Mikhail and Andrei back to stand up. But before she can walk over to my side of the table, Mikhail quickly sweeps everything on it to the floor and Andrei lifts her, lying her flat on her stomach, facing me. The table is short enough that her ass dangles off one end, with her face perfectly level with mine at the other.

“Hello, beautiful.” I drop my empty glass to the floor and brush a handful of curls behind her ear. “Can we fuck you?” I doubt Mikhail would bother asking, but after she ran from me this morning, I want to know that she trusts us. That she wants us. That she is okay with fucking us raw—even if it means she could get pregnant. “Can we fill up perfect pussy?”

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