Page 42 of Ruthless Daddies

She gasps softly as I take her nipple into my mouth, teasing it with my tongue. My hand moves to cup her other breast, and I feel her arch into me, her fingers tangling in my hair. Every sound she makes spurs me on, the heat between us growing with every passing second.

But then, as my lips move lower, I notice it. Faint marks on her skin, just along the curve of her breast. Marks that don’t belong to me.

I freeze for a moment, my chest tightening as the realization sinks in. Dmitri. It has to be him. The thought ignites something primal and possessive in me, and I lift my head, my gaze locking onto hers.

“Those,” I murmur, my voice low and sharp as I trace the marks with my thumb. “Those aren’t mine.”

Her breath hitches, her cheeks flushing, and she doesn’t meet my eyes. That’s all the confirmation I need. My jaw tightens, but I don’t let her pull away. Instead, I slide my arm aroundher waist, my uninjured side bearing the weight as I lift her effortlessly.

She gasps, her arms wrapping around my neck as I carry her to the bed. “Nikolai,” she whispers, her voice trembling.

“Shh,” I say, my voice softer now as I lay her down gently. “We’re not done.”

I climb onto the bed beside her, kissing her again, deeper this time, pouring everything I’m feeling into it. She responds instantly, her hands clutching at me, her body arching beneath mine. For a moment, it’s just us, the rest of the world fading away.

But then, like a shadow I can’t escape, Dmitri’s voice cuts through the moment.

“Don’t stop on my account,” he says, his tone smug, laced with amusement.

I glare at him, my voice firm as I move to shield her from his view. “And what the hell are you still doing here?”

Dmitri’s smirk widens. “Just enjoying the show,” he says, leaning against the bedpost. “But I have to admit, I’m surprised. Didn’t think you’d get there before me.”

The satisfaction that surges through me is immediate and undeniable. Dmitri is always so sure of himself, but I crossed that line with Alice before he did. She was mine in ways he couldn’t touch.

“You’re jealous,” I say, a hint of a smirk tugging at my lips.

Dmitri raises an eyebrow, clearly amused. “Hardly,” he says, though the flicker of irritation in his eyes tells a different story.“Just curious how you managed to pull it off. Didn’t think you had it in you.”

I lean back slightly, brushing a strand of hair from Alice’s face as I look at him. “Jealousy doesn’t suit you, Dmitri,” I say, my tone calm but edged with triumph.

Dmitri doesn’t respond immediately, his gaze flicking between me and Alice before he lets out a low laugh. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”

“More than you know,” I admit, my smirk widening.

Alice shifts beside me, her hand brushing against my arm as she glances between us. “This is ridiculous,” she says softly, her voice breaking the tension. “Why does it matter who?—”

“It doesn’t,” I say firmly, cutting her off before Dmitri can say anything else.

“Don’t let me interrupt,” Dmitri says smoothly, his voice low and teasing, his eyes raking over Alice. “Unless, of course, you need some help.”

I glare at him, but the look on Alice’s face surprises me. She turns her gaze to Dmitri, her lips parting slightly as if she’s considering his words.

And that’s when I know. She wants both of us.

“Do you want this?” I ask her softly, brushing my thumb over her cheek as I force myself to stay calm, to bury the jealousy clawing at my chest.

She hesitates, her teeth sinking into her lower lip, and then she nods. “Yes,” she whispers, her voice barely audible.

That single word sets something loose in me, but I don’t let it show. I glance at Dmitri, whose smirk deepens as he moves closer, sitting on the edge of the bed. He’s waiting for me to snap, to draw the line and claim her as mine and mine alone. But I don’t. Not yet.

Instead, I lean down, pressing my lips to Alice’s again as Dmitri trails his fingers up her bare arm. Her breath hitches, her body trembling beneath us as she tilts her head, giving me better access. My hand moves to the strap of her top again, sliding it down her shoulder and exposing the soft curve of her breast.

Dmitri chuckles softly, the sound low and dark. “You’re being awfully generous tonight,brat.”

“Shut up,” I mutter, my lips brushing against Alice’s neck as I tug her top down further, baring her completely.

She gasps as my mouth moves lower, capturing her nipple between my lips. Her fingers tangle in my hair, holding me close as I tease her with my tongue. Dmitri’s hand, meanwhile, slides down her side, his touch deliberate but not rushed. He’s waiting, watching, testing my limits.

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