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Konstantin lays me down on Elyah, who throws his book aside and accepts me in his arms.

“Hold her. Face down.”

Elyah smiles lazily up at me as his hands encircle my wrists and he holds me tight. My belly presses against his stomach and my knees straddle his hips. “What are we doing with oursolnyshko?”

I give him a pert look. What does he think is about to happen?

Elyah smiles even wider.

I can hear Konstantin undressing behind me. “Lilia has forgotten how good it feels to be put in her place. I’m going to remind her.”

Elyah makes an interested noise deep in his chest and his cock thickens against my pussy. “And I get a front-row seat. How wonderful.”

I turn and frown at Konstantin. “You’re going to punish a pregnant woman?”

His clothes are off and he’s throwing them aside. Beautiful tattoos decorate his arms and chest. Konstantin must have visited the finest tattoo artist in Russia because the designs are works of art. An eagle. Coiled snakes. A lion. A forest scene. “I have my ways. The baby won’t be harmed.”

I turn back to Elyah. “And you? Are you just going to let him do whatever he wants with me?”

Elyah’s blue eyes glimmer. “You love whatever Konstantin does to you. How are you going to put her in her place?” he asks him.

“I’m going to fuck her in the ass until she promises to stop talking back to me.”

Alarm and desire zing through me. Ivan tried to screw my ass once, but I screamed and fought him so hard that he backed off, for once. I don’t know if it’s something to be feared or enjoyed.

Elyah groans, and I feel the vibrations in my stomach. “Perfect. I love watching you get fucked by my friends,solnyshko. You are so much sweeter afterward, and I have seen how beautifully you submit to Konstantin. You will enjoy this.”

“But I—” I choke out.

Elyah loosens his grip on my wrists and softens his tone. “No one will force you. You can get up and leave if you want to. Konstantin will not hurt you. I will not hurt you. But you want to stay. I know you do.”

Elyah always knows exactly what to say and do to make me trust him.

With a smile, his fingers tighten on my wrists again.

“You like when I hold you,solnyshko?” he murmurs huskily.

I gaze at his large hands wrapped around my wrists. Making me feel secure. Reminding me he loves me.

He lets go of me long enough to undress me and take his own T-shirt off. My palms are pressed against his bare chest, strong and warm as he wraps his tattooed fingers around my wrists once more.

We’re alone for a moment, and then Konstantin is back, a tube of something in his hands. He rubs something icy cold and slippery up through my pussy to my ass. I shudder at the same time I feel my flesh heat.

Konstantin rubs the tip of his finger against the tight ring of my ass. It feels weird. It feels taboo. I don’t know if I—

He pushes his finger inside me and I cry out. Not from pain, but shock. And maybe a little pleasure. It doesn’t seem right that it should feel this intense.

“Good girl. You are just the sort of woman who needs to be fucked in the ass, deep and slow.”

I close my eyes and groan as Konstantin’s finger pushes deeper into my ass. “What sort of woman is that?”

“Ours,” he tells me.

Every ounce of resistance and every smart reply melts away. I close my eyes and just feel. Konstantin finger-fucking my ass. Elyah breathing beneath me. The ache in my pussy because she’s missing out on something so good.

“Aren’t you our perfect girl,” Konstantin murmurs, and his praise winds around me like a blanket made of stars.

In a moment, he’s going to replace that finger with his much thicker, bigger cock. The thought makes my eyes pop open and the impulse to struggle and run away is strong.

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