Page 61 of Ruthless Daddies

Ivan hovers behind her, tense and silent, while Nikolai stands closer, his posture rigid. I lean in, my hands braced on the armrests, intending to say something—some pointed question about Vadim, about what she knows.

But then I catch her scent, sweet and warm, and my words fade, drying up in my throat. Her lips part slightly, and I can’t look anywhere else. All logic, all purpose slips away like sand through my fingers.

My heart is pounding, my resolve cracking under her gaze.

She turns her head, whispering my name—“Dmitri”—so softly it sends a jolt of heat through me. Without thinking, I claim her mouth, my lips pressing against hers in a desperate, hungry kiss.

I break the kiss, but only for a moment, only to breathe. She looks flushed, her eyes glazed with something raw and intense. Nikolai steps forward, and I watch as he tilts her chin up to meet his mouth. She moans softly against him, and the sound unravels me further. Ivan’s hand trails down her arm, gentle but insistent, while I move closer.

The straps of her nightdress slip again, and this time we don’t let her fix it. My fingers brush over her shoulder, hooking the fabric and sliding it off her body. Nikolai kneels, his hands on her knees, slowly parting her legs. The rustle of the fabric hitting the floor is soft, nearly drowned out by our ragged breathing. She’s bare now, exposed, and the sight of her makes my heart slam against my ribs.

Her skin is warm under our palms, soft under our lips. I kiss along her neck, trailing lower, while Nikolai’s mouth claims hers again, hungrily this time. Ivan bends over her shoulder, his breath hot against her ear as his hand glides down her spine.

Alice arches her back, her breasts pressing against my chest, her hardened nipples brushing against my skin. Nikolai’s lips travel along her throat, dipping lower to capture one of those perfect buds with his mouth, sucking gently until she gasps. Ivan’s fingers trace down her spine, over the curve of her waist, and lower still, until she trembles beneath his touch.

We kiss and suck and lick every inch of her—Nikolai’s tongue flicking over her neck, Ivan’s lips trailing down her shoulder, and my mouth trailing across her collarbone. My hand finds the curve of her hip, my thumb stroking gently as I watch Ivan’s palm skim her inner thigh. Nikolai’s fingers slip into her hair, guiding her head back so he can kiss her mouth, deep and lingering.

Our bodies press closer, her soft belly and rounded hips cradled between us. She moans as we move in unison, three sets of hands exploring, three mouths leaving a trail of kisses over her breasts, along her rib cage, and down her stomach. She tilts her head, eyes heavy-lidded, meeting my gaze for a moment. There’s a mischievous glint there, a spark of playful intent.

Between kisses, we shed our shirts and trousers until everything is discarded and thrown away to the side.

With a slow, deliberate motion, Alice slips from our grasp, sliding down to her knees on the floor. Her nightdress already discarded, she’s bare, flushed, and breathtaking. She looks up at us, that grin curving her lips, and I can’t help the surge of heat that rushes through me.

We stand before her, three hard shafts aching for her touch. She reaches for me first, wrapping her fingers around my length, her grip firm but gentle. I groan as she leans forward, taking me into her mouth, her tongue swirling over the sensitive head beforesliding deeper. My vision blurs for a second at the pure, raw pleasure of it.

Nikolai shifts beside me, his breath hissing between his teeth as she releases me and turns her attention to him next. She treats him the same way, her mouth warm and wet as she takes him in, one hand stroking the base as her lips glide over him. He mutters a curse, his head tipping back, his muscles tensing at the sensation.

Then Ivan steps closer, and she moves to him, her hand curling around his thickness. He inhales sharply as she licks him, slow and unhurried, savoring his taste before taking him deeper. I can see the tight control he’s struggling to maintain, his jaw clenched, his fists at his sides.

It’s intoxicating, watching her work us one by one, her mouth and hands moving with a confidence and skill that leaves us breathless. My heart pounds as she returns to me, her gaze flicking upward, filled with a wicked satisfaction at the effect she’s having on all three of us.

Her mouth leaves me, and a shudder runs through my body as I catch my breath. Alice kneels between us, her cheeks flushed, her lips swollen and wet from her attention to each of us. The air is thick with the scent of sex and the soft sounds of our ragged breathing.

Ivan’s hand is on her shoulder, his fingers lightly stroking her skin. Nikolai stands close, his chest rising and falling, muscles taut as he drinks in the sight of her naked curves. I meet Ivan’s gaze, a silent understanding passing between us. We move together, guiding her gently upward.

“Alice,” I murmur, my voice low and rough, “come here.”

She stands slowly, her body flushed and glistening, her breasts full and firm, her nipples hard and begging for our mouths. Her stomach is smooth, her waist curving into hips that flare softly. The neatly trimmed hair between her legs glistens with her arousal, the scent of her making my head swim.

Nikolai takes her hand, and Ivan steps behind her. I press closer, and together we lead her to the bed. She goes willingly, her eyes flicking from one of us to the other, that mischievous spark still shining there. She lies back, her hair fanning out over the pillows, and we surround her—three sets of hands roaming, three sets of lips pressing hungry kisses along every inch of her skin.

Nikolai settles at her right, his palm sliding over her thigh, spreading her legs apart slowly. I take the left side, kissing the curve of her neck and shoulder, trailing my tongue down to one perfect breast. Ivan stands at the foot of the bed, looking down at her as if she’s a feast laid out just for him, his expression dark and intent.

We take turns leaning in to kiss her breasts, her stomach, the sensitive skin along her inner thighs. She moans softly, arching her back as we explore her thoroughly. My fingers glide up the inside of her leg, feeling how soaked she is, how ready, and I groan at the pure heat I find there.

Nikolai captures her lips in a slow, lingering kiss while his other hand cups her breast, thumb circling her nipple until she gasps. Ivan watches, his eyes moving over her body, noting every reaction, every small sound. When he lowers himself onto the bed, pressing a line of kisses from her knee up to where I’m stroking her, she shudders, her hips lifting off the sheets.

I lean down, kissing her collarbone, her throat, nuzzling her ear as she turns her head to find my mouth. She kisses me back eagerly, her tongue meeting mine, her hand reaching up to tangle in my hair. My cock is hard, throbbing at the thought of entering her, at the thought of joining with her fully, but I hold back, savoring the anticipation.

Nikolai, breathing harder now, positions himself between her legs, his broad shoulders pushing her thighs apart as he kisses along her belly, moving lower. She cries out softly when his tongue flicks at her swollen clit, and I feel her grip tighten on my arm. Ivan moves behind Nikolai, watching her face, watching us, and I can see how much he wants her, how it’s driving him mad.

We exchange a glance, and Ivan nods slightly.

I shift, aligning myself so my chest presses against her breast, my mouth claiming hers again. Nikolai rises up, positioning himself at her entrance, his hard length pressing against her wet folds. Ivan moves closer too, stroking her thigh, his fingers teasing her sensitive skin. She moans, her body quivering beneath us.

Nikolai enters her, slowly, inch by inch, and she throws her head back, a low moan escaping her lips as he fills her completely. The sight sends a fresh jolt of heat through me—I can see the way her hips lift to meet him, the arch of her back, her breasts rising and falling as she gasps his name. I kiss her, swallowing her cries, feeling her nails rake lightly down my back as she takes him fully. Ivan watches, his knuckles grazing her hip, his expression fierce and hungry. I kneel at her side, stroking her hair back from her face, my lips lingering on hers, tasting the mix of her breath and desire.

They move together in a rhythm that’s both urgent and gentle, Nikolai’s hips rolling as he sets a pace that makes her cry out softly. When he finally withdraws, Ivan takes his place, his thick length pressing into her as she shudders, her voice breaking on a moan. Her legs wrap around his waist, drawing him deeper, and I can’t tear my eyes away.

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