Page 26 of Claimed By the Bratva Brothers

“Judging by the recent developments, you have to understand why we decided to take a step back instead,” Max replies, moving closer.

His cologne, powerful and hypnotizing as usual, fills up my senses. I’m shaken and stirred as he brings a hand up to tuck a lock of hair behind my ear. “You could’ve at least called me,” I murmur, my breath already faltering.

“Fair enough,” he whispers as he captures my mouth in a mind-shattering kiss.

Any reservation I had is gone. I’m helpless, defenseless, against these three towering men. All I can do is give in to their power, to surrender, and let them claim me once again. It is the reason why I came here and I might as well admit it.

“We have guests downstairs,” Ivan reminds us, though he’s staring at me, watching as Max devours my lips while Artur moves behind me. “Fucking hell, you’ll be the death of us, Lyric.”

“Honestly, I just wanted to talk,” I say, gasping when Artur rolls my dress up and sneaks a hand between my legs. “Oh, wow.”

Max trails kisses down the side of my neck as he unbuttons his jacket. Ivan begins removing his clothes, as well, enjoying the show as my dress ultimately ends up on the floor.

“You naughty little minx,” Artur chuckles and smacks my bare ass. I welcome the ticklish sting with a grin. “You’re not wearing any underwear.”

“I had my reasons.”

“You show up looking like this, what did you think was going to happen?” Artur whispers in my ear.

We lose control of the situation. Quickly. Our minds abandon us, our bodies taking over.

“Looking like what?” I manage in between stormy kisses.

“Like you,” Ivan says, and takes me in his arms.

He’s naked and hard as a rock. Artur’s fingers slide between my wet folds, testing and tempting me into the sweetest madness. Max takes the rest of his clothes off and just like that, I am once more surrounded by three sculpted wonders of men. Ropes of muscle, smooth skin, a plethora of tattoos and scars to behold, and hard cocks twitching, aching for me.

“I don’t want you to push me away because of my father,” I manage to say as Artur finger-fucks me into a savage frenzy.

The pressure tightens into a ball and my knees feel weak as I hold on to Ivan, my fingers digging into his bulging shoulders. His tongue wrestles with mine, and I taste a lustful haven on his lips as I let him consume me.

“We can’t do this forever,” Max says. “You’d be in danger, Lyric. We’ve already crossed so many lines here.”

“I don’t care,” I reply, reaching the edge of reason. “Take me. Please.”

“For fuck’s sake,” Max snaps and takes me over to the bed. “Come here,” he commands as he sits down. When I hesitate, unsure of what he wants me to do, he beckons me closer then pulls me down on his lap.

I mount him as he lays back. He fills me to the brim, stretching my slick pussy into sweet ecstasy. He’s restless, eager to take me, but I quickly realize there’s a new twist as Ivan climbs onto the bed and settles behind me.

“Don’t move,” he commands, as I glance back at him.

Artur jumps in, positioning himself before me, his long arms reaching until he’s holding on firmly to the bed’s upper frame. His cock beckons me to taste him just as Ivan works his way inside me.

“Oh God!” I cry out, as Ivan joins his brother.

My pussy stretches, dripping wet and aching with the most delicious torment. I have two monstrous cocks claiming me, and a third that is dangerously close to my lips. This is the next level, and all I can do is follow their lead.

I’m so turned on and burning hot on the inside, desperate for release.

“Take it,” Artur tells me, darkness filling his eyes. “All of it, like a good girl.”

“You need to know what you’re getting yourself into,” Max growls, planting his heels into the mattress and ramming into me.

“Ah!” I gasp as Ivan thrusts himself deeper, as well.

It’s a slow set of movements at first, as I work to get used to this double girth. Soon, however, my body welcomes every motion. Ivan’s hand reaches around, his fingers eager to tease my clit. I’m so close now, I know I’m going to explode. I can feel the pressure building more and more.

“All of it,” Artur insists as he glides down my throat.

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