Page 27 of Claimed By the Bratva Brothers

I relax my jaw and lose my breath as I let him in, as I lick him from hilt to tip, tasting the precum as Ivan starts pounding into me like the beast that he is. My screams are muffled as I suck Artur harder while Max fucks me faster and deeper.

I come hard, tears streaming down my cheeks as they continue to claim me.

Harder, faster, deeper.

I ripple outward like an exploding sun, my whole body convulsing while my pussy aches with raw pleasure. I love the sound of each thrust, of skin slapping skin. I gush all over Max, my juices flowing as I am claimed and devoured. They hold me in every which way, hands roaming up and down my body.

“God, you’re fucking perfect,” Max grunts as he thrusts himself upward.

My breasts bounce gleefully as he comes hard and fills me with his seed. Ivan growls and plunges into me, rubbing my clit until I can’t stand his touch anymore, but he doesn’t stop until I explode again, until I’m soaking wet and quivering as he, too, spills all of himself inside of me.

I drink Artur’s every drop at the same time.

The madness is simultaneous and perfectly synchronized. The possession is shameless and absolute. I don’t want this to end. I need more. I want more. I want it all.

But I can’t have it all. Not tonight.

Max, Ivan, and Artur have a slew of dangerous guests to entertain, and I know I can’t stay.

“That’s all for tonight,” Max says, gently kissing my lips as Artur helps me put my dress back on. I’m sore but momentarily sated, unable to wipe this lazy smile from my face. My core is still singing from that string of mind-blowing orgasms. “We’ll see you soon, Lyric. I promise.”

“You said that before,” I mutter.

“It’s different this time, although not ideal, given the circumstances. But we clearly have something going on here, and I intend to make the most of it.”

“Just as you do,” Artur adds.

I watch as they dress themselves back to perfection. No ruffled feathers whatsoever. Not a single hair out of place. Their bounce back skill is unrivaled, while I feel like a spool of string that has been thrown down a long flight of stairs, unraveled and internally disheveled, still reeling from the most wonderful kind of madness.

“I’m not sorry for coming here tonight,” I tell them, my heart beating faster with each word of my shy confession. “But I want more.”

“So do we,” Ivan replies, and pulls me into a short, but hard, reassuring kiss. I taste a hint of whiskey on his lips. “Tonight, however, we have some pieces to move across the chessboard. You can’t be seen here.”

“I understand.”

Max takes my hand. “I’m not sure you do, Lyric. The people downstairs hate your father and what he’s trying to do.”

“We’re not trying to scare you but it’s the truth. Those people down there, they’re our people,” Artur adds with a stern look on his face. “We’re working hard to convince them to move their businesses into a more legitimate direction, but we’re fighting decades of ironclad traditions, not just the dirty Feds or other mob families. We have our work cut out for us, and you, Lyric…”

“I, what?”

“You’re our weak spot,” Ivan mutters, stepping away to properly gather himself.

“Your weak spot,” I whisper, not sure how I’m supposed to feel about it.

The words cause a smile to test Max’s lips, but they almost taste bitter on mine. “It’s meant to be a compliment,” he says, lowering his gaze.

I understand. And since we don’t yet fully know what this thing is between us—only that we want to keep at it despite the growing adversity—it’s better if we don’t give anyone the chance to use me against them. I have enough of a grasp on Max, Ivan, and Artur’s plans to recognize that they’re in the middle of a massive shift of operations. It's all about to change, supposedly for the better.

But old minds are the ones who resist change the hardest.

So if I want this to go somewhere safe and beautiful, as I dare imagine it could be in my mind, I need to play my part and keep myself safe. Coming here was risky as hell, though I don’t consider it a mistake. I didn’t know I’d be walking into a mob party.

“Come on, let’s get you out the back door,” Max says. “I’ll have one of my security guys escort you to your car.”

“I’m parked two blocks south of here.”

“It doesn’t matter. You’re still under our protection.”

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