Page 142 of Crimson Flames

My gaze locks on his, that icy blue stare reminding me of the stars as he consumes my soul.

“Lisichka,” he breathes, that vein in his neck popping out as he gets close.

That’s when I let go along with him. Time stands still as our bodies move together, until it feels as if we are floating between realms. I can almost see the fires of hell and hear the demons cheering us on as we give into our depravity.

Reality rushes back with a violent orgasm, one that rocks me to my core. Boris follows me, his body dropping over mine as we begin to come down together.

When he slowly pulls out, Cillian comes into view. His shirt is off, his pants hanging around his hips, and his cock out in his hand. He swiftly grabs the remote from the bed, turning off the vibrations that are beginning to feel painful.

“That was one of the hottest things I have ever seen,” he says.

I sigh with a laugh. Cillian steps in front of Boris and removes the toy from inside me. Everything feels swollen when his fingers brush over my center.

Then, he lands a slap to my clit, making me nearly jump off the bed.

“What the feck, Killer?” I shout, eyeing him.

That stupid grin comes out, the one I love to hate. He towers over me, then spits onto my sensitive pussy, rubbing it in a way that hurts as much as it feels good. I try to fight it as much as I try to sink into it.

Then, he smacks my clit again. The strike of pain gives way to pleasure before he lands another.

He keeps going until tears fall from my eyes, but I don’t ask him to stop. I don’t understand how it can feel so painful and so good all at once.

“Fuck her,” Boris commands before Cillian can do it again. I never imagined he would listen. So when he thrusts deep inside of me, rolling his hips so that spot inside of me, the one that was so sensitive before now, bursts with pleasure.

His hand wraps around my throat as he helps me sit up on my elbows before forcing me to watch where he disappears inside me.

“Look at how that pretty pussy swallows me up. She deserves a reward, doesn’t she?”

I nod my head as tears fall, overstimulation and ecstasy taking over me. When Cillian licks them off of my cheek, I come so hard I don’t even think earth’s orbit could pull me back.

I feel weightless, my limbs going numb for just a minute as I inhale a breath that fills me to my toes. I open my eyes to see my handsome husbands staring down at me.

“There she is,” Boris says, brushing a kiss over my lips.

“Beautiful,” Cillian adds, carrying me to the shower to deposit me on the bench inside.

When the water is warm, Cillian lifts me into his arms, my back plastering to his hard chest as he spreads my legs open.

“Hey, Old Man,” he taunts. “I think she needs someone to clean her up.”

And even though I am a little sore and definitely sated, the heat in Boris’ gaze has me instantly parting my legs further.

I never imagined my life with two men, but if having both of them means endless orgasms like this, I have to say I think I signed the greatest contract of all time.

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Two weeks later, we’re having family dinner in Norway. The house for all of the kids is finally open, giving everyone their own room and bathroom. The fully functional training gym, gun range, archery trail, and pool with a lazy river is next door.

All of the kids are doing exceptionally well in school and most are set to graduate early. Laney’s parents have been doing a wonderful job in raising them when we’re not here, and Dr. K has found a good replacement for her so that she can be back in Russia three weeks of every month.

Although, she keeps acting like something is off. I’ve tried to talk to her about it a few times, but she dismisses the idea and says she must be tired.

I can’t help but want to be there for her. Even though she’s our therapist, she is part of this family. I hope she knows that.

Everyone sits down, and I note that Dr. K isn’t here this time, and neither is Doc.

“Where are Kandace and Cameron?” I ask.

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