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“You love it, don’t you, Lamb? My dick deep in that tight arse of yours, Hunt taking care of you too,” I rasp out, my hips pumping in and out. It’s taking control I’ve never bothered to use before not to slam into her, but she’s too precious not to take care of, especially with what has happened in the past twenty-four hours.

“Yes, fuck, I love it so much,” she agrees, her body tightening with her impending release. “Please, please fill me up and come all over me.”

I’m not able to deny her anything, my hands digging into her hips as I continue to thrust, the pleasure skittering over my skin like someone is running a live current over my body. It’s never been this good, never been this addicting. Before Iris, I could take or leave sex, not wanting the touch of another as all too often it reminded me of all the shit that cunt did to me as a kid.

But with her, it’s been different from the very first moment. She soothes the demons inside me, softens my hard, jagged edges until they’re no longer cutting.

“Come for us, baby,” Hunt orders, his voice raspy, telling me he’s just as close to the edge as I am.

She obeys him beautifully, crying out, her entire body stiffening and gripping my dick so fucking hard I’m unable to stop my orgasm from tearing through me as I fill her up, just like she begged.

Hunt snarls his orgasm out, no doubt covering her gorgeous pussy with his cum. The mental image has my hips flexing to get deeper, fill her more.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking perfect, Lamb,” I whisper, my voice husky as I kiss her sweat-soaked neck, her body limp between Hunt and me. Her chest heaves, her eyes closed, and a small smile on her lips that makes all the shit in my life worth it.

Hunt takes a step away, giving me more of her weight, but I could spend forever holding her, so it’s no big deal. “Let’s get you cleaned up, then it’s time for a nap.”

Her stomach chooses that moment to growl loudly and we all chuckle.

“Maybe some food first?” she asks, blinking open her eyes, and I watch as the feared leader of one of London’s biggest and most fearsome gangs fucking melts.

“Food first,” he agrees, taking her hand and pulling her from me. We both hiss when my dick slips from her, and she looks over her shoulder, a flush dusting her cheeks.

“Coming?” she asks almost shyly, and I chuckle, her beautiful innocence enchanting me.

“Always,” I reply, following her and Hunt into the shower and counting my lucky stars that this is now my life. That she is now mine, ours, and no matter what, nothing will change that.

“BLINDING LIGHTS” BY LOI

IRIS

After washing up and going back into the bedroom, we discover Roman and Nik had already ordered us food and drinks.

“You need to eat,Dorogaya,” Nik instructs, taking my hand and tugging me to sit on the bed. He passes me a plate, and I groan when I see that it’s full of all my favourite breakfast food. Those yummy Russian pancakes—syrniki—bacon, eggs, and miniature muffins. Fucking yum.

Chuckles sound around me as I eat, and I look up to find all of the guys looking at me, their gazes soft and loving, warming me from the inside out.

“What?” I ask around a mouthful of food, grabbing the glass of mixed juice that Roman hands me.

“You are beyond adorable, Princess,” he says, placing a kiss on my forehead before he sits down and starts tucking into his own plate of food. “I love you.”

My snarky retort dies on my lips at those words, and I smile at him. “Love you too, Ro.”

A yawn overtakes me, my body feeling heavy, and the plate and glass are quickly taken from me.

“Let’s get some sleep, Peaches,” Hunt suggests, tugging me up and pulling my towel off. A soft cotton T-shirt is placed over my head, and I smile at the scent, Hunt’s rosemary and mint. Possessive bastard.

He leads me to the bed, encouraging me to get in, Rowan coming up behind me and snuggling into my back once I’ve settled down. I look up at Hunt, wondering why he’s not getting in too, and my frown must be obvious because he laughs.

“Don’t look at me like that, Peaches. I’ve got some shit to catch up on, but Roman and Nik will get in with you too.” He leans down and presses a lingering kiss on my lips before straightening up.

Roman is quick to take his place. “Hey, Princess. Twin sandwich.” He chuckles as he snuggles in close, careful of his still healing shoulder. He’s just in boxers, and I sigh at having so much skin against mine.

“And what if I, too, have things to catch up on?” Nik’s voice makes my closed eyes snap open to find him in a standoff with Hunt. The tension, well, I’m sure it should be scary, but it just has my body heating up.

Hunt laughs again, the sound a deep caress as he takes a step towards Nik, eliminating the distance between them.

“Oh, Sweetheart,” he coos, his hand lifting before his long, thick fingers wrap around Nik’s throat. “You’re almost dead on your feet. You need to rest as much as she does, and remember what I told you about hurting things that belong to me?” He leans in and presses the lightest of kisses against Nik’s lips, a shudder making our mafia prince shake in Hunt’s hold. “So get the fuck into bed before I add to the punishment you’ve already earned. Yes, Daddy?”

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