Page 28 of Bratva Daddies for the Single Mom

“Come.” Viktor marched ahead of us with long strides.

I had just enough time to spot a series of balconies piercing the wide front façade before Fyodor’s hand on my waist guided me up a set of white marble steps inlaid with golden strands. I almost asked if it was real gold, but I was afraid of the answer and my possible reaction.

Viktor led the charge across a white foyer. A series of paintings caught my eye, and I almost stopped in my tracks to examine them.

“Later.” Viktor pressed a button on the wall and a pair of doors opened, revealing an elevator with crimson walls interspersed with mirrors. “You have given us one night.” A low urgency lit his tone. “We must make the most of our night. We have much to show you.”

“And teach me?” A flutter rippled across my stomach.

Viktor’s eyes burned when he met my gaze. “Yes. We will teach you.”

I no longer needed Fyodor’s hand on my back to guide the way but enjoyed the sensation of his touch, the way he stuck close like he would jump in front of any danger that came my way. I was safe here. I knew it with an instinctual pulse that filled my mind and body. I might not trust what they did or the possible blood on their hands, but I trusted them with my body, with my pleasure.

The four of us in the elevator created a crush of bodies that pressed their hard, muscular frames against mine. I leaned into Ilya, who’d taken the spot directly in front of me. His breath fluttered over my cheek when I set my hands on his chest and ran them across his shoulders, down his arms, and then retraced the motion until my palms pressed over his pecs. His heartbeat was a steady refrain, then sped into overdrive when he lowered his head and kissed me.

Fyodor’s hand at my back spasmed, then dropped to cup my ass. He squeezed and released. “We will create a night you will never forget.”

I groaned my agreement, a purely instinctual drive lifting me onto my tiptoes. Ilya caught the leg I lifted and pulled it around his hip, centering his cock between my legs. Hot, melty heat spread through me, threatening to drop me like a brick.

Viktor held me up, using his body to brace my back, his hands on my hips and his cock thrusting between my ass cheeks. When the doors opened, Ilya lifted me off the ground, locking both my legs around his waist and carrying me into a bedroom. His lips were insistent on mine, but my curiosity interrupted. I raised my head to get a better look. “It’s like the room at the auction.”

“Not quite.” Viktor grinned that deliciously feral smile that promised danger. “That room is the bare essentials. This one is more… elaborate.”

I looked closer. A sex swing hung in one corner. An ornate bed took up one wall, a red velvet canopy pulled back to show off black sheets and a thick duvet. A dresser stood beside the bed, one drawer pulled open to reveal a row of boxes. New toys, things I’d seen and heard of and some that were unusual enough to warrant a second look.

Ilya lifted and lowered me over his length. “What would you like to do first?”

“My choice?” I wiggled in his grasp, overwhelmed with the possibilities. “What if I want you all to choose? You could each act out your perfect fantasy.” I wanted to understand them. Maybe if I knew their sexual fantasies, I’d know them in ways that made sense.

“You are our every sexual desire.” Viktor kissed my shoulder, pushing my hair aside and running his hands through the strands. “Every moment with you is a fantasy.”

“That’s sweet.” It was. Truly toe-curling sweet. “But I want you to be honest with me.” I feathered my hands through Ilya’s hair, tugging it until his head tipped backward. “What do you want to do to me?”

“Everything.” He growled low and deep. “I would make you my willing prisoner. Chain you to the wall and fuck you senseless.”

“Do it.” I couldn’t understand the urges welling up, but I knew nothing else would satisfy the cravings these men unlocked. I looked from Ilya to Fyodor, saving Viktor for last. “I want each of you to take a turn with me while the others watch. Your deepest, darkest fantasies.”

“You do not know what you ask.” Viktor’s voice was the low rumble of an earthquake, dangerous, threatening, and yet somehow decadent and filled with longing.

I wiggled in Ilya’s grasp until I managed to reach between us and wrap a hand around his cock. “You’re right, I don’t know. But I want to.”

Ilya kissed my neck, and I melted into him, clutching at the back of his neck as he carried me across the room.

“We start slow, work our way up.” The full force of Viktor’s warning spurred me on.

I cradled Ilya’s cock between my legs, my hand roaming the length, smoothing over the head and back down in a series of tight strokes as he feasted on my neck.

He lowered me onto a chair and tugged my shirt over my head. “If you change your mind, tell us to stop. We will obey your wishes.” His gaze held mine, a kind of hopeful challenge resting there. “There is no shame in not enjoying our depravity.”

“Show me.” I unbuckled his pants, freeing his cock. Looking up at him through my lashes, I took him into my mouth, using my hands to pump his shaft while I rolled my tongue around the bulbous head.

His head fell back, his hips rocking forward in tiny thrusts. Both hands clasped my head, just above my ears. He sucked in a desperate breath and pulled me away, back to my feet. Before I’d gathered my wits, he had the rest of my clothes off and was lifting me into his arms.

Viktor and Fyodor watched from the bed, both men kicked back with their ankles crossed and arms behind their heads.

Dangerous. My mind flashed the warning in a series of blinks that I ignored in favor of the pleasure I knew they’d bring me.

Ilya carried me to a section of the wall where a series of straps dangled. It reminded me of the sex swing, and when he dropped me to my feet and spread my legs, wrapping soft straps around my wrists and ankles, the earlier warning blared louder. Maybe I wasn’t cut out for all this. But my curious side demanded I stick it out a little longer. Ilya finished strapping in my ankles and ran his hands up my bare calves, to the backs of my knees, then higher. He knelt before me, one knee on the ground and his face resting perilously close to my clit. He brushed his chin back and forth over my thigh and took his hands higher until he cupped my ass.

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