Page 66 of Ruthless Daddies

Dmitri kneels behind her, his hands gripping her hips as he pulls her back slightly. Nikolai shifts to her side, guiding her head toward him, and I watch as she takes him into her mouth, her lips wrapping around him as he groans softly.

Dmitri presses her forward, his fingers sliding between her folds, stroking her slowly as she gasps around Nikolai. I reach up, pulling her camisole down to expose her breasts, taking onenipple into my mouth while Dmitri teases the other with his fingers.

She’s moaning now, her hips moving against Dmitri’s hand, her nails digging into my shoulders as Nikolai cups the back of her head, guiding her movements.

When Dmitri positions himself behind her, entering her slowly, her body arches, her moan vibrating through the air. Nikolai pulls away, allowing me to guide her hips against me as Dmitri thrusts into her from behind.

We switch positions again—Alice on her back on the rug by the fire, her legs draped over Nikolai’s shoulders as he takes her deeply, his hands gripping her thighs. I kneel beside her, my cock brushing her lips, and she takes me eagerly, her tongue swirling as I groan, my fingers tangling in her hair.

Dmitri leans over her, his mouth capturing one of her nipples while his hand strokes her clit, sending her over the edge. Her cries fill the room, her body trembling as she climaxes, her nails raking against Nikolai’s back.

By the time I take my turn, sliding into her while Dmitri supports her from behind, her body is boneless, her cries softer but no less intoxicating.

When it’s over, we collapse around her, the firelight flickering across our naked skin.

25

ALICE

The morning sun filters through the trees, casting dappled light across the clearing as we pack up to leave. Mila and Luka dart around the car, their laughter filling the crisp air. They’re in high spirits, and honestly, so am I. It’s been a perfect trip—simple, full of love and laughter. For once, it feels like nothing can touch us.

I fold one of the blankets and tuck it into the back seat. As I turn, I catch a glimpse of Sergei standing near the edge of the clearing, his hands clasped behind his back. He’s watching us, his expression unreadable. My stomach tightens involuntarily, but I shake it off. The brothers trust him—Dmitri even vouched for his loyalty once. If they trust him, then I should too.

Still, I can’t ignore the prickle of unease as I climb into the car beside Mila. She chatters excitedly about her plans for when we get home, oblivious to my quiet tension. Luka dozes off almost immediately, his head resting on Dmitri’s arm.

The car hums softly as we make our way back, the trees blurring into green streaks outside the window. Ivan looks more relaxedthan usual, his sharp features softer as he glances in the rearview mirror to check on the kids.

I lean my head against the window, smiling to myself. This—this is what I wanted for them. For us. A slice of normalcy, a moment to breathe.

But then Ivan’s phone buzzes. He picks it up, his jaw tightening as he glances at the screen. “Sergei,” he says, his voice clipped.

The mood shifts instantly. Dmitri straightens in his seat, his expression darkening, while Nikolai glances back at the kids, his easy demeanor hardening. I sit up, my stomach twisting as Ivan answers.

“What is it?” he asks, his tone low and tense.

There’s a pause. Whatever Sergei says on the other end, it makes Ivan’s lips press into a thin line. “Understood,” he says finally, then ends the call. He glances at Nikolai, his voice steady but firm. “Be prepared for what we find.”

“What’s going on?” I ask, my voice trembling despite myself.

Ivan doesn’t answer. Instead, he pulls the car to the side of the road, stepping out. Nikolai and Dmitri follow him out.

I frown. I’ve no clue what’s happening. We aren’t that far from home, maybe not even a mile. Why did we stop here? Ivan’s face gave nothing away but I know something is wrong.

I twist in my seat, trying to see what’s happening, but the glare of the setting sun makes it impossible. Luka tugs on my sleeve. “Miss Alice, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing, sweetheart,” I say, forcing a smile. “Everything’s fine.” But my heart pounds against my ribs, the unease spreading like a dark cloud.

When the men return, Nikolai slides into the driver’s seat. “We’re taking the kids to the city for a bit,” he says, his voice carefully neutral.

“To the city?” I echo, frowning. “Why? What’s going on?”

Nikolai doesn’t answer, his knuckles white as he grips the steering wheel.

The rest of the drive is silent. The kids are still chatting, oblivious to the tension, but my mind races. Something is up. I can feel it.

The dayin the city feels like a strange, extended dream. We take Luka and Mila to their favorite spots—a toy store, an ice cream parlor, a small park tucked away from the bustling streets.

Nikolai stays close to the kids, his usual charm dialed up as he distracts them with jokes and games.

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