Page 86 of Her Filthy Reverse Harem Romance Collection

It’s a little confining with the three of us in her room. I wish we had the space of our penthouse to work with, but this will have to do, for now, I guess. I have to respect that India doesn’t use her family’s wealth to buy herself some luxury condo in a nearby high rise.

Beyond that, I’m not focused on unimportant details. The second I hear one of the guys close the door behind us all my attention falls on the beautiful temptress in the middle of the large bed—the one luxury item our girl seems to have afforded herself. It will do nicely for what we have planned.

She’s spread out in the middle of it, her shapely legs wide open and a fat, rubber cock poised to pleasure her body.

I guess we won’t be killing anyone tonight after all.

“Where did she get that?” Maksym grits in a dark whisper. His eyes blaze with banked arousal and curiosity.

A wolfish grin of my own spreads across my face. “I sent it to her before we left on our trip.” My words are masked by the music and her absorption in whatever fantasy she has going on in that pretty head.

She’s rubbing the head along her seam and I bite back a groan at the sight of her juices coating the bulbous head.

Come on baby, let me hear your moan again.

She sighs as if she can hear my silent plea and fuck yeah. My cock swells, hungry for those juices spilling between her folds.

There it is, baby. Like music to my fucking ears. She’s moaning and sighing again and it has Stefan inhaling sharply beside me.

I know my friend likes the sound of his name pouring like honey from her sweet mouth.

We exchange looks and I don’t know whose smile is more predatory. The three of us share everything—including women. But not until India did anything feel this serious. We are all treading new waters here and it’s as scary as it sounds.

God help me, help us all. What we are about to do will either put us in the lower levels of hell or the higher kingdom of heaven.

Either way, I’m going to love every minute of it.

Her other hand moves over her bare breasts and she pinches a taut nipple. The glow of the soft lighting highlights her flushed face and the way her mouth falls open pulls pre-cum from my dick.

Fuck. Me.

My balls grow heavy and my cock hardens to the point of being painful.

Our girl is seeking her own pleasure and this time it’s not over some fucking video call. I can smell her arousal and feel the heat radiating out.

Beside me, I hear Maksym and Stefan let out a sigh.

“Oh, Tomas. Yes.” She moans and I watch as she inches her toy into her shaft an inch at a time. I purposefully picked one that would remind her of me. Her walls stretch for the toy just like it stretches for me.

“Tomas,” she moans again and fuck me. I like her pleasuring herself with my name on her lips.

I signal to Maksym and Stefan. Together we surround her on all three sides of the bed. If she wants to run, she’ll either have to break through the headboard or try to get past one of us and that isn’t happening.

She is our prisoner. At our mercy and all we demand in return is her sweet, sweet body.

We make our living the hard way. Teaching people to fear us and showing them why they’re smart to heed our orders. Bratva blood flows through our veins three generations thick. Our fathers brought our families’ shared criminal empire from the old world decades ago and settled in New York. From there we’ve branched out. Seattle, Chicago. Vegas. We control portions of each city and we’re only growing. It’s been our sole focus for two decades, going on three.

But now, all any of us can think about is the beautiful goddess fucking herself on the bed between us and driving us crazy every second we’re apart.

She has us thinking there’s more to life than bloodshed and brutality.

Maybe our fathers are right. We need to start thinking about an heir and I for one can’t think of a better soul to be the mother of our children than India Cambridge.

Our treasure plants her feet wider and sinks the rubber toy deeper, as deep as it can go, and slowly starts to sway her hips to the grind of the music.

Another minute of watching this and I’ll lose the little control I have.

Stefan reaches for his tie and loosens the knot then frees it from his collar. We all shrug out of our suit jackets, the soft lo-fi music playing masks our movements.

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