Page 43 of Broken Sins (Volkov Bratva 3)

And he gives me that in spades. As does Leo. At the touch of my fingers and my lips, both of them are vacant-eyed and sputtering. They want me as badly as I want them.

This was inevitable from the beginning, wasn’t it? We were always charted on a crash course to this exact moment, of me sucking on Mateo’s manhood and stroking Leo’s while Vito and Dante pay homage to the rest of my sweaty, needy body.

Fate brought us here.

And it feels like heaven.

But when I feel a sudden coldness and absence, I glance down to see that Vito and Dante have stepped away from me. I let Mateo’s member fall from my mouth so I can watch the two of them unzip and unbuckle their pants, then step out of them. Their cocks spring free of the fabric.

Vito is shorn, but Dante has a short crop of dark, curly pubic hair. Vito’s is the biggest dick of them all. I eye it warily, wondering how on earth I could ever possibly take that into me. But when I shift my gaze to his eyes, I see the pained tenderness there.

Suddenly, I want to take that pain away from him. I know how.

“I want you,” I whisper. To both of them. To all of them.

Vito moves first to position himself at my entrance. I spread my knees apart even wider for him. He extends a gentle finger to stroke at my folds, prompting me a little wider, a little wetter. I need him so badly. I’m aching without him, my whole body clenched up like a fist that cannot relax until I feel all of him fill all of me.

“Vito, please,” I whimper.

He touches the head of his manhood against my opening. Mateo and Leo have moved back for this moment, so it is just Vito I focus my attention on as he is the first to slide his hard cock into my wet, ravenous pussy.

The slow seconds that trickle past as he pushes into me are the sweetest agony. I gasp, writhe, squeeze the silken sheets in my fists.

When our hips finally meet flush and there is no more room to go, only then can I let loose the wracking, soul-deep cry I’ve been holding back from the very beginning.

It is utter chaos from there. The chains have been broken loose on the rampant desire that I’ve felt for them and they’ve felt for me since the beginning. All the torture, the mind games, the cruelty—all of it was just foreplay to this moment, to delay it so that it was that much better in the end.

And God, it is so fucking good. It feels like I’m splitting open from the inside out. I can’t moan loud enough or grab the sheets hard enough or lock my heels behind Vito’s now-pumping hips tight enough to express how good it all feels, how badly I wanted this, how much I needed this.

“Fuck me!” I cry out into the air of the castle.

I come, hard, before Vito is scarcely a dozen strokes in. But we are far from finished.

Mateo moves back to my mouth, Leo places himself back in my hand, Vito pulls away to let Dante slide his own wickedly curved cock into me, and then there is so much happening on all sides that I can hardly keep track of it.

My lips are stretched to accommodate Mateo’s thrusting thickness, and in my hand, I can sense that Leo is eager for his own turn. I switch back and forth between them as, below my waist, Vito and Dante take turns fucking me while the other rubs a frenetic circle with his thumb across my clit.

Then they all shift, and now it is Vito I am blowing and Mateo I am jerking off and Leo who has buried himself in me to the hilt. I didn’t know it was even possible, but somehow I am even wetter, as the curve in his cock finds places in me that have never been reached before.

I come again in an instant when Dante’s spit-slicked, teasing thumb finds my other hole. I have to fight the urge to recoil. He urges me, “Relax, princess, relax,” and slowly I find myself obeying his instructions, relaxing enough for him to slip a finger inside me from behind while Leo continues to fuck and fuck and fuck me.

When I have opened up enough for him, Dante replaces his finger with his cock. Now, I am truly as full as it is possible to be. As if on cue, I can feel all the brothers’ groans growing louder, each of them building to their own respective peaks. I’m urging them on with whimpers and moans.

I want to take all their pain from them, to be their core, at the same time that they are worshipping me. I am their queen and their rock, the center of their universe, the only thing binding them all together and keeping this entire castle from crumbling to pieces.

A bell rings in the distance, like someone knows that it is time for the crescendo. Vito erupts into my mouth with hot, sticky, salty cum. I swallow it hungrily as it arrives in spurts. In the same breath, Mateo unleashes ropes of his own seed in my hand. I keep stroking until he is emptied of every drop. Dante and Leo come as one. They fill me in front and back with all they have to offer.

I am full of the Biancis, and they are full of me. We collapse into a sweaty, flesh-on-flesh pile, all panting and groaning with the aftershocks of God-knows-how-many orgasms that burned through each of us like shooting stars.

And as soon as I fall asleep in the dream …

That’s when the real Milaya wakes up.

13

Milaya

I’m breathing hard and sweating like a pig when I awaken. Cold sweat like glacier water trickles down my forehead. My hair is hanging in damp, messy ringlets. I don’t even want to know what I look like. Actually, I know exactly what I look like: a prisoner being kept in a barren dungeon cell.

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