Page 52 of Ruthless Daddies

Dmitri presses his lips to my ear, his breath hot against my skin. “Come for us, Alice. Let us see how beautiful you are.”

Their words, their touches—it’s too much. My body clenches, a cry ripping from my throat as the orgasm crashes over me, blinding and relentless. I’m trembling, gasping for air, my hands clawing at the sheets as waves of pleasure ripple through me.

They don’t stop. Nikolai’s tongue flicks over me again, prolonging my release, and Dmitri’s fingers thrust deep, coaxing every last bit of sensation from me until I’m boneless, sinking into the mattress.

I can barely breathe, my chest rising and falling rapidly as I try to come back to myself. Nikolai moves up my body, his lips capturing mine in a slow, possessive kiss. His tongue tastes of me, and it sends a fresh jolt of heat through my already sensitive body.

I tug my blouse back over my head, smoothing it down as best I can with trembling fingers. My hair is a mess, my cheeks still flushed, and I’m half expecting Nikolai and Dmitri to slip away as they usually do.

The sheets are soft and rumpled beneath me, my body still humming from their touch. Usually, after these nights, they slip away quietly. But tonight is different. Nikolai and Dmitri linger, sprawled comfortably beside me.

My heart flutters, part confusion, part something else I’m not ready to name. I should say something, but the silence between us is oddly comfortable, like we’ve crossed a line none of us knew existed.

Is something changing between us?

I’m too scared to voice the question. Fear grips me because I’m not sure I want to know the answer. The bed creaks as Nikolai stretches, his muscles rippling under the soft light. Dmitri runs a hand through his hair, glancing at me, his smirk softer than usual.

They’re both looking at me differently tonight, and I don’t know how to read it.

My mind drifts, unbidden, to Ivan. How vulnerable he looked this morning after I confronted him, how his voice wavered when he talked about Elena.

I don’t know how else to put it…but I might have feelings for all three of them. With Nikolai and Dmitri, I understand. The lines between physical and emotional are easy to blur. And Ivan…

It felt wrong to come seeking Dmitri and Nikolai after what Ivan and I did yesterday. My cheeks heat as I think about that night. He took me till dawn broke over the horizon, and I could barely find my legs afterward. But I still couldn’t resist Dmitri and Nikolai when they came into my room tonight. Is this selfish?

I glance at them.

It’s rare to see them like this, tension-free and open. If there’s ever a time to ask, it’s now.

I bite my lip, then say softly, “I’ve been thinking about Elena.” Nikolai stills, and Dmitri turns to look at me.

“You’re nosy, Parker,” he teases, but there’s no heat in his voice. “Dangerously so.”

I shake my head. I want to understand her, and Ivan in turn.

“She deserved better than what she got.” Dmitri says.

Nikolai shoots him a sharp look, his eyes narrowing. “Dmitri,” he warns, his voice low.

Dmitri waves him off, sitting up slightly. “What? It’s the truth.” He looks at me then, his gaze steady but filled with something I can’t quite name. “You want to know more about Elena? Fine. She was kind, smart, too good for the life we live. And her death? Yeah, it was an accident—officially. But if you ask me…”

He trails off, running a hand through his hair. The movement is frustrated, almost angry.

“If you ask me, it was too convenient,” he finishes, his voice quieter now. “She didn’t just ‘crash.’ There were signs—things that didn’t add up.”

I sit up too, my heart racing. “What kind of things?” I ask.

“Dmitri,” Nikolai warns again.

“What?” Dmitri says. “We all know Vadim might be the one behind it.”

I blanch. “Vadim?”

Dmitri hesitates, and I can see the battle playing out in his mind. Nikolai glares at him, but Dmitri shrugs as if to say,She’s already in this—what’s the point of hiding it now?

“Elena’s younger brother. He didn’t approve of her marriage to Ivan,” Dmitri says finally, his voice low and bitter. “Vadim’s always had a way of stirring trouble. And Elena…well, she tried to keep the peace, but…”

“But what?” I ask, leaning closer.

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