Page 43 of Claimed By the Bratva Brothers

“I know you guys would’ve worked it out eventually,” I reply, resting my head on his shoulder for a sweet moment. “I just couldn’t bear the thought of you being stuck in that place.”

Artur chuckles softly as the elevator dings and the doors slide open. “Yeah, like you said, we’re your men.”

“I meant it.”

Artur takes me by the hand while Max and Ivan go ahead. We follow a narrow, burgundy and gold hallway until we reach the door at the very end, for which Max takes out a special keycard. I find comfort in Artur’s touch, the kind of comfort I need, now more than ever.

“I just didn’t expect to hear those words from you,” Artur whispers with a hint of a smile. His gaze deepens as it becomes locked on mine, and I feel my breath faltering. There is something in the darkness of those grey pools that creates a tingling sensation in my chest while heat begins to gather in my core. “We don’t yet know where this is going, Lyric, but we do know we want you here with us.”

“I don’t want to be anywhere else.”

That’s not a lie. There’s a chance I’ll suffer one way or another for today’s deeds. But right now, in this moment, I feel like it’s all worth it. I’m safe again, in a sense, because I’ve brought my men back together. I did what I had to do.

I’ll face the consequences later.

Artur closes the door behind us, then promptly proceeds to remove my overcoat. Max takes his jacket off, while Ivan pours himself a drink from the bar in the lounge area. There’s a giant, cream-colored sofa that stretches out in a half-moon shape, a fire burning in the digital wall-mounted fireplace, its flames crackling and flashing orange, yellow, and red.

“You’re one hell of a woman, did I ever tell you that?” Max says, coming closer.

I can feel Artur lingering behind me. I can hear him as he takes deep breaths, his nose brushing against the back of my neck. He inhales me deeply as shivers dance along my spine, his fingers nimbly working around my hips to unzip my jeans.

Max kisses me first, our tongues fighting for dominance until I surrender, while he and Artur peel the clothes off my body. Ivan joins us, wearing only the hint of whiskey on his lips as he captures my mouth in a ravenous kiss next. I taste him. I breathe him in. I lose myself in the moment as their hands move up and down.

I gasp when Ivan removes my pink lace bra and takes a nipple in his mouth. “Oh, yes,” I hiss as I feel Artur’s fingers dig into my buttocks.

Slowly but surely, we move closer to the sofa. Lips collide. Tongues swirl. Minds are lost until I find myself laid onto my back, knees up as Ivan goes down on me. My eyes glaze over with raw desire as I feel his tongue sliding between my wet folds, fingers eagerly priming my entrance for one hell of a meaty feast.

Artur and Max flank me on the sofa, and I eagerly take each of their hard, pulsating cocks in my hands, gazing deep into each pair of eyes before I lick the tips and suckle most voraciously. I taste the precum and swallow every drop as Ivan’s fingers curl inside me, thrusting faster and deeper as his lips close around my swollen clit.

“Oh, don’t stop,” I cry out before I let Max slide all the way down my throat.

“Fuck,” he groans, while Ivan works me over.

Tension gathers in my core, the pit of my stomach tightening as every muscle in my body contracts to the highest point. “I’ll never stop,” Ivan moans and sucks my clit until I finally come, crying out as my juices cover his face.

I stroke Max and Artur’s cocks, reveling in the feel of their veins throbbing against the palms of my hands. I devour them both before Max switches places with Ivan. Heat burns through me, ecstasy rippling outward as I shudder, melting in my orgasm just as Max drives himself deep inside of me.

“Yes!” I hiss as he fills me to the brim, stretching me into the realms of sweet madness.

“Take it all, baby,” Artur beckons me to deep throat him and I do exactly that as Max starts pounding into me.

Before I realize what’s happening, I’m shifted on my axis.

I ride Max, while Artur comes up behind me and joins him inside. Ivan takes the top of the couch so I can taste him, so I can stroke his magnificent cock with both hands while I lick and suckle on his delicious tip. “Tastes like heaven,” I say, then relax the back of my throat and let all of him in.

“I’m your man,” he replies, lovingly gazing down at me, watching as I devour him. Watching as I ride Max like there’s no tomorrow, as Artur fucks me harder and faster, slapping my ass with every vicious thrust. My pussy clenches, a second orgasm blowing through me as I beg them to fuck me harder until I feel nothing and everything at once.

“Please!” I beg.

“Fucking hell Lyric, you were made for this,” Ivan gasps as he thrusts himself deeper.

All I can do is stare and hold my breath until I feel him come, shooting his seed down my throat, moaning in sheer bliss. It’s music to my ears, as Artur and Max join him at the pinnacle of heaven itself. Harder. Deeper. Deeper, until they explode inside of me. Until I finally feel nothing and everything at once.

Sweat drips down my face. I taste Ivan on the tip of my tongue as he pulls back, leaving one last salty drop behind. I swallow it and give him the laziest smile I can muster, while Artur and Max give me their last pumps, panting and twitching in a sweet afterglow.

“I was made for this,” I whisper. “For you.”

“Yes, Lyric. And although it puts us in a line of deep trouble,” Max replies, gently caressing my breasts, “I’ll gladly suffer the consequences.”

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