Page 47 of Reign of Four

She hesitates before answering. “I’m glad to be married, but I can’t say that I know what comes next.” We’ve spent the past two days recovering and ignoring the outside world. When Valentina sleeps, or showers, or gets pounded by my brothers, sometimes I slip away to check the state of things.

Sadly, it’s not as stable as it should be. After Liam’s death, as predicted, another usurper emerged from the chaos. Thankfully, this one has no backing. But it’s another life to take, and although I have no qualms about snuffing out weakness, Valentina deserves to be in the know for these decisions from now on.

I’ve been waiting for the right moment to tell her. Our little escape doesn’t exactly scream honeymoon, but I hate to ruin the peace after a week of pure shit. We deserve an entire month of drowning in each other.

I’ll make sure we get it.

“We’ve been resting and fucking, as planned.” I wrap my arms around Valentina’s waist, laying my hands on her ass. I don’t like seeing her in Mikhail’s clothes, so she needs to be naked. Immediately.

I continue speaking as I pull down her shorts. “But we need to get back. There’s unfinished business with the Russian transfers, and we need to decide what to do with Francesca and the orphanage. Then there’s Anton Dolohov, who survived the ambush at the mayor’s mansion.”

She pulls off her shirt and steps out of her bottoms for me. “Is this really what you want to be talking about right now?” She grabs her tits and pushes them together, raising an eyebrow at me. “Or do you want to fuck your wife?”

My cock pulses. I love when she’s bold. “You want me to fuck you, zhena? Have you been neglected for too long?”

She nods, hunger flashing in her eyes. “I want my husband to fuck me, yes.”

As I pull off my shirt, Mikhail slips between us and drops to his knees, already lifting Valentina’s knee to prop it over his shoulder. “Which one?” He kisses her inner thighs, inching his way higher with each press of his lips. “You have three now.”

Ezra moves behind Valentina and pulls her against his chest, holding her steady while Mikhail works his tongue against her. Her breath catches. “A-all of them,” she sighs, leaning into Ezra’s embrace. He sucks on her neck, and her eyes flutter closed. “I want all of you inside me.”

I chuckle. “I doubt all three of us can fit at the same time, darling.”

“We can try.”

I freeze, my hand hovering on my waistband. She can’t mean that. Can she? I lock eyes with Ezra. He’s just as intrigued as I am. Mikhail doubles his efforts, spreading Valentina’s lips to suck on her clit and slip two fingers inside her heat. He groans against her pussy, liking the idea, too.

“What better way to christen marriage,” Ezra rumbles, his dark eyes pitching to black, “than taking wife together.”

Valentina’s legs start to tremble, her breaths puffing in short, little pants. “P-please. I want it. Please fill me with your cocks. All of them.” Her body seizes as she comes from either the idea or Mikhail’s skilled work. Ezra claims her mouth greedily, sucking her bottom lip between his.

I’ve always been a jealous, possessive man, but seeing Valentina ravaged by my best men is another kind of high. My cock aches to be inside her. I quickly undress and scoop Valentina into my arms. We make it to the master suite in record time. Gently setting her down on the bed, I climb on top of her, kissing her with all of my strength. She holds onto my shoulders as I drag her higher up onto the mattress. “If this is going to work, you’ll need to be on top.”

Ezra, Mikhail, and I have already discussed logistics. There are a few different poses we’d like to try, but for our first time, we want Valentina on full display. She can control the pace at first if she wants, until she adjusts. But once we’re all inside of her, I don’t know that we’ll be able to hold back.

She’ll have to take it from all three of us, all at once.

I kiss Valentina one last time before letting Ezra take over. He slides onto the mattress and flips Valentina with one arm, still way too damned strong despite his injuries. But fuck, I love seeing Valentina overpowered. Her hair flares out around her face as she settles over Ezra’s hips. She bites her lip and brushes her curls over one shoulder. “How are we going to do this?”

Ezra runs his palms up and down her thighs. “Do not think. Feel.”

While Valentina rubs her slick heat over Ezra’s cock, Mikhail lubes up his fingers, then kneels behind her. He kisses her shoulders, then rasps in her ear. “I’m gonna to take you from behind, baby. Right here.”

Valentina’s eyes flutter closed. “O-oh. Will it fit?”

He hums an mhm as he sucks a bruise on the side of her neck. “I promise, it’ll fucking fit. You’re gonna be so stuffed full of cock; it’s gonna be so fucking hot. Now, sit on Ezra’s dick, love, that’s it. That’s it.”

Valentina slowly slides on top of Ezra, one agonizing inch at a time. His entire body freezes to give her time to adjust, but Mikhail isn’t as patient. He slips a finger into her ass and plays with her back entrance, keeping a hand on her hip to ensure she keeps rocking back and forth on Ezra’s cock and his finger.

I should demand him to take it slow, but one look at Valentina’s face screams no fucking way. Her face flushes crimson, her lips parted just enough, and she’s looking directly at me.

“You’re beautiful, zhena, so fucking beautiful riding Ezra’s cock. Do you know how gorgeous you are?”

She shakes her head.

My mouth waters as her tits bounce. But beyond her body is the woman who accepts all three of us, who loves all three of us, and invites us into her bed and her heart, all at once.

A woman who can love three wicked hearts like ours is a fucking angel.

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