Page 39 of Tangled Souls

He steps closer to me, his hands skimming down my bare arms, his dark eyes intense and focused. “You’ll take it and make it into something great; I know it. You have the freedom to do whatever you want. Redesign it. Rebrand it. Hire a brand-new staff or keep the good ones already there. I want to see what you can dream up and we’ll make sure it happens.”

My mind starts to spiral with all the possibilities. There are almost too many options. It was a nice club, don’t get me wrong, but I do think it could be even better. Neon lights and a pulsing beat feel a little played out. There were some women there, but I think we could attract even more. And that is where the money is. If women feel safe and comfortable, then the men will follow, and they’ll be buying all the drinks.

“Are you sure about this?” I bite my lip, my vision starting to come together in my head and getting me excited. “It could get really expensive.”

Kirill throws his head back and laughs. It’s a beautiful sight; I tuck it away and can’t help but smile. His laughter has become more frequent in the time we’ve been together. I understand the pressure on his shoulders but seeing him let go is a reward I didn’t even know I needed.

“I’m sure,Solnishko,” his voice drops an octave as his hands reach the hem of my shirt, even though there isn’t a whole lot to it. “Your budget is unlimited. I know you’ll create a space which will have women flocking to it. You’ll elevate it from a nightclubto a destination, and it will take you no time at all to make the initial investment. I trust you.”

My eyes fill with unshed tears, and I have no idea why. I know my men love me. I know they trust me. There’s just something about hearing it in no uncertain terms and with so much conviction that tugs at my heart.

“Don’t cry,” he murmurs before pulling my top from my body to find I’m not wearing a bra. “Fuck,” he barks.

Then all thoughts leave me as he lunges for me and his hot mouth sucks one of my nipples into his mouth. He teases it with his tongue and his teeth, bringing it to a hard peak which is straining and begging for more. It’s always like this with my men.

His large hands span my waist and squeeze my hips. It’s the only warning I get before he lifts me up and drops me down on the bed, following me down. I’m very aware that I have way too many clothes on for this. And so does he.

The feeling of the fabric of his clothing against my overheated torso makes me even more sensitive. I can feel my juices flowing and I’m sure that I’ve made a mess of the thong I have on. Maxim tried to talk me into going without, but it wasn’t going to work for me.

“Kirill,” I beg, unsure of what I need exactly.

But he knows. He always does. When his dark eyes meet mine, I can see it. His resolve, love, and a need of his own.

“I’ve got you, Oaklynn,” he whispers after popping off my nipple.

He slinks down my body until he’s on his knees and looming over me as he radiates power and control. But I can make hiscontrol snap and his power envelope me. There is nothing quite like when my stoic man loses himself.

Maxim slides onto the bed next to me, his lips ghosting over the skin of my collarbone and moving up my neck. “I’ll be fucking your ass tonight,Zolotse,” he warns me, “I hope you’re ready. You’ll be feeling me for days.”

“Yes,” I hiss.

Maxim chuckles as Kirill’s fingers curl into the waistband of my pants. His movements are slow and deliberate as he peels the fabric off of me. The way he’s looking down at me is sinister and reverent, a contradiction that has awareness slamming into me.

Nothing that is about to happen will be soft and sweet, but I don’t want it to be.

I lock eyes with Kirill while knowing all my men will know I’m speaking to them as well. “Show me who I belong to,” I demand.

My men growl, the sound reverberating around the room and slamming into me. Maxim sucks a nipple into his mouth as Baker slips onto my other side, his large hand cupping and squeezing my breast. When Baker pinches my nipple and twists, I let out a strangled sound which is part pain and part pleasure.

“More,” I groan.

And my men deliver. Just like they always do.

A delirious blissful haze descends as I’m moved around and put right where my men want me. Maxim slides underneath me, my back to his front, and our naked flesh tingles wherever it touches. When he got undressed, I don’t know, but I don’t care.

His cock is already lubed up and ready for me. Kirill grips my hips, his touch punishing and possessive, to help me slide downhis brother’s cock. The burn and the stretch from him breaching my ass is too much at first, but I lean into the feeling instead of fighting against it.

I want this.

I want them.

“I love you,” I whimper.

My men freeze for a moment as if they are soaking up my words. Instead of their touch becoming sweet and tender, they hold me tighter and force me to take even more.

It’s glorious.

Huck takes the spot on my side where Maxim was before while Kirill kneels between my legs, his eyes locked on my glistening pussy. The longer he looks at me, the more turned on I become.

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