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Viktor grunted. “Part of it.”

“What’s the rest?” Curiosity and a lack of air scorched my throat.

A door opened, and we crossed from the hallway to the sex room. I recognized the carpet, the dim lighting, and the smells of leather and sex. Viktor slid me down his body until my feet touched the floor and our chests collided.

I wrenched in a breath saturated with his intoxicating aroma and blinked the swirling dizziness away.

“It’s better if I show you.” Viktor lowered his head and kissed me.

My fingers spasmed and tightened in his shirt, the belt putting enough tension on my wrists that I knew it was there, but it didn’t hurt. I’d almost come to expect things like this from them, especially after Ilya chained me to the wall and fucked my brains out. Was I a complete fool for hoping it happened again? Viktor squeezed my ass and pulled me closer, eliminating every millimeter of space between us. His tongue delved into my mouth.

The banked fire in my belly spread until my entire body trembled. All from a kiss and the promise of more. I ran my hands up his chest and traced the edge of his collar with my fingertips.

Fyodor and Ilya were somewhere in the room, biding their time and waiting their turn. I loved when they all ravaged me together, and also these moments of one on one. Thank goodness they never asked me to pick a favorite, because I’dnever be able to. My head swam with illicit thoughts of what Viktor might do to me. I’d say yes to anything if it put a smile on his face and his cock inside me. The heat of his erection rested against my stomach, the pressure of his grip on my ass dragging me up and down his length.

It would be easy, so easy, to fall for them. All of them. The danger that rolled off them, no matter the situation, caused goosebumps. They’d never hurt me. My gut instinct told me I was safe, but nothing stopped me from knowing that I was dangerously close to falling for these men.

19

VIKTOR

Annie responded to my every touch with a keen sense of excitement and a drive for more. I’d seen how accepting she was of Ilya tying her up, and I hoped she continued once she understood my wants.

I stripped her dress off, leaving it in a puddle at her feet. Her bare breasts and the tiny scrap of lace between her legs begged for attention. Dropping my head to her shoulder, I kissed her neck and cupped her sex, enjoying the heat flooding my hand. “You’re wet for me, Annie.”

She whimpered into my shoulder when I scraped the lace aside and thrust a finger into her pussy. “I’m always wet for you. Anytime, anywhere.”

I believed her. My cock throbbed, the ache to be inside her stretching my limits. Not yet. The true test of her boundaries had yet to be breached. Finger still inside her, I walked her to the bed. The backs of her knees hit the mattress. I caught her as she tumbled and lowered her gently. “We’re going to find out if you’re truly ready for me.” The side table drawer slid open beneath my fingertips. I retrieved the long-handled knife and held it up for her to see.

Her mouth dropped open, her pussy clenching around my finger. “What is that for?”

“You.” The unsheathed blade glinted when I turned it into the light. “You know who we are. What we are. It should come as no surprise that I like a little danger, even in sex.” I’d never hurt her. The blade wasn’t sharp, but she didn’t need to know that. I traced the flat edge down the column of her neck, watching her pulse race there before I moved lower, into the valley between her breasts.

Her nipples peaked into tight rosebuds, and her hips rocked over my finger as though searching for more. “I trust you.”

Three little words so close to what I longed to hear. They were enough for now. Trust came first. “I’m going to fuck you with this.” I spun the blade around and showed her the handle. “I want to see you come on my knife. Only then do you get my cock.”

She nodded, her tongue darting out to lick her lips. “Fuck me, Viktor. Make me come. I want to come.” Her belted hands raised over her head, causing her back to arch.

I teased her nipples with the point of the blade and added another finger to her pussy that was so damned tight I nearly lost my mind. She sucked in a breath and pressed her cheek into the mattress. Ilya and Fyodor watched from across the room. They’d join us later, but for now, I had Annie all to myself. I pressed the blade to the side of her breast, dragging the point across her skin and lowering my head to suck her nipple. My fingers stroked faster, deeper.

When her legs widened to give me better access, I removed my fingers and seated the knife hilt at her entrance. Her head jerked around, her wide eyes flaring.

I bit her nipple and drove the handle into her pussy.

“Viktor. Oh, fuck.” Her head thrashed.

I’d made the blade for her, custom-built the handle to include dips and ridges that stroked her sensitive flesh. I raised my head long enough to speak. “That’s right, baby. Ride it hard. Don’t stop until I say so.” I twisted the handle, pulled it out, then rammed it deep enough to fill her completely.

She bucked her hips, lifting and lowering herself in time with my thrusts. “I’m not going to last long. It feels too good.”

The tell-tale signs of her impending orgasm filled her face. Pink cheeks, shallow breaths, her hands clenching around the sheets.

I licked her breast and plucked her nipple with my teeth, sucking and teasing while working the handle. I gave it a twist on the retreat, and another hard thrust.

She fell apart, a scream parting her lips. I wrenched the handle from her, unzipped my pants, and drove my full length inside in time to catch the cusp of her orgasm on my cock and drive her into the next one. I gripped her hips and dragged her closer. “Put your arms around my neck.”

She did so immediately, her knees straddling my hips. Her nipples brushed over my shirt, the rasp of skin on fabric mingling with our exhales. She rode my cock with the same desperate passion as she’d fucked the knife. My Annie. God, she was perfect. She made me feel things I’d thought impossible.

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