Page 62 of Ruthless Daddies

I brush my knuckles over her cheek, capturing her lips in another kiss while Ivan moves within her. She meets each thrust with a soft sound, her fingers trailing over my chest as I hover close. I feel the warmth of her palm against my skin, and I lean in to kiss her neck, nibbling the delicate skin until she giggles breathlessly.

When my turn comes, I settle between her legs, guiding myself into her slick heat. She’s so responsive, so wet and welcoming. I groan as her body envelops me, clenching softly, making it impossible to think. Her hands grip my shoulders, nails grazing my skin as I find a rhythm that pulls soft cries from her lips.

We don’t stop at one round. We take turns fucking her in multiple positions.

Nikolai lies back, and she straddles him, her breasts bouncing softly as she rides him, her head tipping back in pleasure. Ivan kneels behind her, pressing kisses along her spine, while I kiss her mouth and neck, my hand sliding over her belly, down her thighs, savoring every curve. Later, Ivan lifts her onto his lap, her legs draped over his hips, while Nikolai and I take turns kissing her breasts, teasing her nipples with our tongues until she’s trembling.

Her hair fans out across the pillows, her flushed cheeks glowing in the soft light as I fuck her sideways while Ivan feeds his cockto her mouth. She gulps down on it greedily while she takes me easily, her other hand wrapped in mine, never letting it go.

Eventually, we all collapse together, hearts pounding, skin damp with sweat and satisfaction. And I know for a fact that things will never be the same again.

23

ALICE

I’m buzzing—inside and out. My skin still tingles from their touch, and the memory of last night keeps replaying in my mind like a favorite song. The way they surrounded me, their hands, their mouths, their voices calling my name—it felt like I was the center of their world, if only for those hours.

But now, the morning light streams through the windows, and the reality of what we’re doing settles in.

I expect my dream to end. They were angry at me before we…well, before everything.

“Are you thinking of something?” Nikolai asks.

I shake my head. “It’s just…you’re not mad at me still, are you?”

The three of them exchange looks. “We were never mad at you,” Dmitri says. “We just had questions.”

“And are you satisfied?” I ask, biting my tongue.

Ivan is the one to reply. “Hmmm, my solution to all of this would be to not let you out of our sight.”

Nikolai and Dmitri chuckle.

“Well, if it were up to me, I wouldn’t let you out of my room,” Dmitri says. When I blush, he says, “To make sure you don’t get into any mischief.”

I chuckle in relief. One thing is for sure—they don’t trust me yet. But they must feel something. Otherwise, I wouldn’t be sitting here with them, having breakfast.

Marta has already whisked the kids away for their shower, leaving us alone. The silence is loaded, but not uncomfortable. It feels like we’ve crossed into something new—uncharted territory, where none of us quite know the rules.

“So,” Dmitri says, leaning back in his chair, his smirk teasing. “What now?”

I glance at him, then at Nikolai and Ivan. They’re all watching me, waiting for my answer. It’s overwhelming and thrilling all at once.

I clear my throat, trying to keep my voice steady. “I think…” I pause, glancing down at my coffee cup before meeting their gazes again. “Why don’t we take one step at a time?”

Nikolai chuckles softly, his grin widening. “Sounds like a reasonable start.”

“Reasonable,” Dmitri echoes, his tone amused. “Not exactly our strong suit, but I guess we can try.”

Ivan, as usual, doesn’t say much, but he nods, his lips pressing into a thin line as if he’s weighing my words. “One step at a time,” he says finally.

I smile, relief washing over me. It feels like the first step forward in what will undoubtedly be a complicated path, but it’s a start.

The next fewdays pass in a blur.

I wake in Dmitri’s arms one morning, his breath warm against my neck as the sunlight filters through the curtains. His hand trails lazily over my hip, his touch both possessive and tender. He presses a kiss to my shoulder, murmuring something soft and teasing that makes me laugh despite the early hour.

Another night, I find myself curled up with Nikolai on the couch, his head resting against mine as we watch a movie neither of us is paying attention to. His fingers trace idle patterns on my thigh, his warmth seeping into me as I lean against his chest. When he kisses me, it’s slow and deliberate, like he has all the time in the world to show me exactly how much he cares.

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