Page 5 of Claimed By the Bratva Brothers

He smiles, unbuttoning his suit jacket. Ivan does the same, while Artur’s fingers deftly work the buttons of his shirt. They’re all looking at me, their gazes dark and ravenous with desire. I’ve started something I seem to have no control over, but perhaps that’s the whole appeal. To not have control. To let loose and see where it leads. As weird as it may sound, I feel safe with them. They’re not pressuring me in any way. They’ll let me leave if I wish to.

This is all me. I have the power, and I intend to use it.

“That’s a nice suit you’ve got on,” Artur says. “Very ‘Future President of the United States’ but with a dash of naughty hiding underneath.”

“I was going for feminine but professional,” I reply, unable to stop myself from smiling.

He laughs lightly. “It needs to come off.”

With shaky fingers, I quickly take my jacket off first.

“Go slow,” Ivan cuts in. “We’re not in any hurry.”

“We’re not?”

“You’ve never been with three men before, that much is obvious,” Max chuckles. “Why hasten the experience when it’s best enjoyed slowly?”

I haven’t even been with one, I think to myself.

“Go slow, okay,” I reply, taking a deep breath. I’m worried that if I tell them that I’m a virgin, they might pull the plug, and frankly, I’m way too hot and bothered to step away from this now. “Like this?”

Ivan is out of his shirt first, and oh boy, does this man look sculpted in marble. Ropes of muscle and rippling pecs covered in dark tattoos that spread across his chest and down his massive arms. I spot faint scars here and there. I reckon each tells a story, but I can only lick my lips as I watch his hands reach for his belt buckle next, his wild green eyes continuously searching my face.

Artur’s pants come off. This man is pure athletic muscle. Every inch of him is toned to perfection, with black and green tattoos dancing over his shoulders and down his back. He moves closer as I work to unbutton my satin shirt. I’m so flustered and I’m having trouble, my fingers can’t seem to cooperate properly. “Let me help you, otherwise we’ll be here until tomorrow,” he says.

“I thought you said we weren’t in a rush,” I quip.

“We’re not, but here,” he replies and gently takes my hand, bringing it down to cup his manhood through his pants. I gasp as I feel the hardness and generous size of his erection. “Get what I’m saying?”

“And then some,” I mutter.

He finishes unbuttoning and peels the shirt off my shoulders, while I unbuckle his belt and fumble with the zipper before his pants finally hit the floor. These men are rock-hard for me, and I am soaking wet for them.

How did this happen? So quick, so spontaneous. This is so unlike me.

I came here for an interview for fuck’s sake.

“Kiss me,” I tell Artur, desperate to get out of my own head.

He smiles and obliges, capturing my mouth in a hungry kiss while Ivan and Max lose the rest of their clothes and gather around me. Artur keeps my lips and tongue busy while Max runs his knuckles down my right arm. Ivan kneels and helps me out of my pumps, gently massaging my feet while Artur’s fingers swiftly remove my pants and panties in a single swoop. Max unhooks my bra, and just like that, I stand naked between these giant men.

Naked and wet as hell.

“This is insane,” I gasp, looking at each of them for a hot second.

“It’s how we live,” Max says. “We share everything. For as long as we’ve known each other, we’ve shared everything. How does it feel, Lyric?”

“Strange.”

“Do you want to continue?”

“Oh, yes.”

“Yes, what?”

I feel a devilish smile slitting across my face. “Yes, sir.”

“Good. Come.”

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