“What?” Hadeon asked, still trying to get over what he was feeling, what Dmitri was telling him, and focusing on the situation. He immediately got back on track. “To cover the bodies and the evidence of what that warehouse was used for.”
“Exactly. Perhaps Fina can talk with Misty today and see if Misty heard other details or names, anything that could help find out who was in charge and why they chose Fina and Misty, and whether or not it was random.”
“You think someone purposely went after Fina?”
“Hadeon, we’ve been at this for many years. Do you think it was coincidental? We all have enemies, your brothers included. You’ve shown interest in her.”
Hadeon swallowed hard and felt sick.
“Maybe it’s better she stays with Bella.”
“You three would be okay with that? Not seeing her, or knowing where she was and whether she was safe or not?”
Hadeon was silent as he thought about it. He didn’t want her out of his sight. He cared too much. If one of their enemies was trying to hurt her to get to them then that person needed to be found and eliminated.
“Touch base later, and remember to feed her,” Dmitri said and disconnected the call. Hadeon shook his head. Fucking Dmitri. He hadn’t been the same man since meeting Rayanna and falling in love with her. Things changed. He was insane when she wasn’t right there in sight. Hadeon was starting to understand how Dmitri felt, but was Hadeon ready to commit? He didn’t think he had anything to offer Fina but protection. He needed to talk to his brothers. They may have made a huge mistake by taking her together.
* * * *
Things were different. They felt different, so did Fina. She dried herself off after taking a long hot bath at Paulo’s demand. He stayed with her as Andriy and Hadeon disappeared. She wanted to cry at first. She felt a sting to her heart and thought they had used her, their desire to possess her in such a dominant way as they immediately left the bedroom like it was nothing to them. As she had lifted up from Paulo’s chest and saw his eyes and then felt his arms hug her tight and roll her to her back and kiss her everywhere, she got it. Something told her that Andriy and Hadeon had felt how powerful their lovemaking to her was, and it shocked them. Paulo probably would have left her, too, if he hadn’t been holding her as she settled her breathing. She closed her eyes and willed the tears away.
Had she just made a huge mistake? Something she could never take back? She dried her hair and looked in the mirror at the bruising along her jaw and her lip. It looked terrible. Tears hit her eyes as she recalled what happened. She was scared, and she hadn’t been able to fight back hard enough to get the man to drop her or give up. He had been big and mean, and Andriy killed him.
She placed her hand over her chest and thought about that. The men she made love to, slept with, and allowed inside of her body and her heart were killers. Men capable of violence, and yet it didn’t freak her out. Maybe because of the circumstances of the situation? They had to stop that van and those men from taking her from them. Andriy and Paulo did what was necessary. Then Andriy stayed out and hunted down the others and didn’t stop until he found Misty.
She gulped. She needed to see Misty and talk with her and know that she was safe. How could there be such evil, sick men out there? She wouldn’t feel safe walking around this city alone ever again. Now what would happen? Would Andriy, Paulo, and Hadeon want to see her again, or would they make excuses about work, about responsibilities, and eventually about leaving and heading back to Chicago?
Tears stung her eyes and her heart instantly ached. She didn’t want to leave them, or for them to leave her. She held her head, the throbbing getting worse. Her stomach ached, she was starving. What should she do? How should she react? Those same feelings she had when she was involved with Brian started creeping their way into her brain. Did she read these men wrong like she had with Brian? Did they not really care beyond sex with her, adding her to a list of blondes they fucked, or women they rescued, damsels in distress?
Anger pooled in her belly. She wouldn’t be a blubbering, crying, weak fool. She’d been there and done that. She survived being used, struck, stalked, and abducted, surely she could handle three very unfeeling, hardcore, Russian enforcers. She didn’t make a mistake. Her gut clenched. These men were hardcore. They never felt this way before. Perhaps the connection scared them? The worse thing she could do was to push them for a response. This was new for all of them. She could wait for them to realize what happened between the four of them was special. She wouldn’t let her uncertainty, her inexperience, affect her and make her analyze everything, including the three men.
She headed back out to the bedroom. It was empty. That hurt, too. What had she expected? One of them laying there with open arms, exclaiming their undying love for her and her body? This wasn’t some romance novel, this was life. Reality after a ménage encounter with Russian mobsters. Jesus. She ran her fingers through her hair and rummaged through the closet. She pulled down a burgundy designer dress shirt and put it on. She rolled up the sleeves, then fixed the collar and left the buttons on the top undone enough to see her full breasts as well as their love marks. She put on her confident expression, the fake one she used to hide that she was an emotional, weak mess but pretending to be strong. They would be none the wiser. More than likely they had a routine for the “morning after.” She could play this game, too.
As she slowly walked out, with each step feeling less and less confident because she knew these men were dominant and intimidating. She paused, seeing them in the kitchen. Partially dressed, Paulo cooked eggs and bacon. Andriy was making toast and setting up the counter with plates, and Hadeon was staring out the window, hands on his hips, looking like a businessman about to start his day, but it was Sunday.
“Smells good,” she said and they all turned to look at her. Their eyes swept over her body and boy did her body react, but she avoided their eyes and held a hand to her temple.
“Are you sore? Have a headache?” Paulo asked, taking charge of caring for her while the other two ignored their emotions and pretended to play last night and this morning off as typical post-Saturday night love fest. She, on the other hand, fell in love with them. Stupid her. She nodded, taking in the sight of Paulo. Sexy, muscular Paulo with tattoos galore and his shirt undone, showing off abs she wanted to lick and just caress and explore. Maybe go down on him as he cooked? What would he do? What was she thinking?
“I’ll get some medicine,” Andriy barked, and she felt the tightness in her chest. He was in a bad mood.
“I can if you tell me where.”
“Net,” he snapped at her and she walked over to the coffee pot and took a mug then poured a little coffee into the cup.
She stared at Hadeon, who walked closer, looked her over in the dress shirt and she turned away and faced the cabinets. Andriy put the capsules in her hand and put down a glass of water.
“Thanks,” she said. He looked at the bruising on her jaw as she popped the pills then swallowed a few sips of water. She put the glass down and he reached out and stroked her jaw.
“It’s going to get a lot uglier.”
“I know. I’ll be fine,” she said to him, and he squinted at her.
“You think so?” he asked her with attitude as if he were saying that she couldn’t take care of herself and didn’t know how to handle this.
“It isn’t the first time a man has struck me.”
She knew it was bitchy and she regretted saying it the moment the words left her mouth and seeing Andriy’s expression.
“Unacceptable,” he said, and then she felt hands on her hips as Hadeon lifted her up, turned her around and placed her on the counter. He pressed between her legs and her lips parted.
He placed his palms on her thighs and smoothed them up her legs to her hips. She grabbed onto them.
“I don’t apologize. Just know I am handling it my way,” he said to her and looked at her face, like he was memorizing it.
“We never
felt like this, Fina. You are…sweet, gentle, feminine, and perfection. We are not,” he said and suddenly she realized that she had been right. He and Andriy and even Paulo were scared and feeling exactly what she was.
“I’m tougher than you think, Hadeon, but I still hurt. For you to disappear after making love to me together? Did it not mean as much to the three of you as it did to me? I’ve never allowed three men to make love to me. I let down my guard and I let it go as you asked. You didn’t do the same,” she said to him.
He shook his head.
“I let go, and then I feared,” he said to her.
She took his hand from her thigh and placed it inside the shirt and over her heart.
“You feel that? That’s what the three of you do to me. Make my heart race. Make my body want more and more. It’s not like anything I’ve ever felt before, and I may be stupid to admit this to three men with such sexual experience, but the three of you were incredible. You make me want you by my side, if not inside of me at all times. It’s insane, and I’m scared, but I survived many things in this life by the hands of untrustworthy, manipulative, self-centered men. Men who abuse, put down, stalk, and even abduct women just because they want to and need to. Yet I still let the three of you in, despite those experiences and even being completely intimidated by the three of you.”
“We don’t trust easily, Fina,” Andriy said to her.
“No, we don’t. We have pasts, Fina. Done things, survived things, too.”
“Then as long as we’re feeling the same things, fear, uncertainty, desire, instead of pushing one another away, why not just take our time, and see what happens?” she asked.
Hadeon pulled his hand slowly from her breast and then unbuttoned her top and spread it open.
“Because going slow with you, is impossible,” he said, then pressed his mouth to hers and pulled her against his chest. She kissed him back and let him do whatever he wanted and needed to do. When he released her lips he stepped back and looked at her, then at his brothers.
“She stays like this while we feed her, then we take her back to bed, and make love over and over again,” he said.
Andriy cupped her breast as he pressed his lips to hers. When he released them, he held her gaze.
“Eat well, lyubimaya, you will need the energy for what we three have in store for you.” He stepped back and Paulo was there. He cupped her cheek. “Perhaps we should lay her on the table, drizzle her with syrup, and feast on her for breakfast.” He smirked then kissed her softly. When he pulled back Hadeon lifted her by her hips and placed her feet on the floor. He took her hand and she went to close her shirt.
“Net,” all three men stated firmly and she pulled her bottom lip between her teeth.
“Open, like ours are. This body accessible at all times, Fina. You belong to us now,” Hadeon said and pulled out a chair. Andriy sat on one side and Hadeon on the other. As they made their plates, filling hers first, she hadn’t expected Hadeon and Andriy to tap her thighs, indicating for her to widen them as they ate their breakfast. She was turned on and ready to skip this meal and make a meal of her own out of the three sexy, shirtless men surrounding her. This was completely unordinary, and who even cared if she wound up with a broken heart? The ride was going to be one hell of one with these three.
Chapter 8
Frederick walked over to Jonah Core and Bader Flux. He got the call and instructions from Burner about using them to lure in Fina and take the fall for her disappearance. They needed time to pull this off and their decoys in order. He slapped his hand onto Bader’s back.
“Bader, Jonah, buy you a round?” he said, and both men smiled.
“Thanks, Frederick. How are you?” Jonah asked. The bartender placed down three beers.
“Well, that’s the thing guys. I need you to do a favor for me,” Frederick said and then took a sip from his beer.
“What favor?”
“Ahh, something simple you two shouldn’t have a problem with.”
“What would that be?” Bader asked.
“Getting a certain blonde to be in a certain place at a specific time.”
“What?” Jonah asked.
“The blonde that the two of you have been wanting in your bed for a while. She’s being requested as an…escort,” he whispered, looking around them.
“Are you fucking crazy?” Jonah asked.
“No way, man. First of all, she won’t do that. She’s a fucking prude bitch who won’t spread her legs for anyone. Plus she put a fucking order of protection on us. Now we have to watch where we go to hang out,” Bader told him.
“Well, you don’t give a shit about her then. You know how this works. No questions, just do the job.”
“No, we don’t need to get involved with this shit. You have guys that do this, why us?” Jonah asked. Frederick took a sip from his beer.
“First of all, you two fucking owe me. I could get your asses locked up for the shit you’re involved in and have covered up multiple nights when your little bedroom fetishes got out of hand and you nearly killed women.”
Bader looked around them. He and Jonah were scared. Frederick had them where he wanted them.
“The cops will come looking at us first,” Bader said to him.
“You’ll have your alibi, right here. Besides, your part is minimal. You just need to be in the right place at the right time and we’ll handle the rest.”
“Who wants her?” Jonah asked as he played with the rim of his glass. Seemed to Fredrick this blonde got under these guys skin, too, and they were obsessed with her. He better not let Miami know.
“None of your concern.”
“Local?” Bader asked.
“You won’t ever see her in the states again. That’s all I’m saying.”
“Shit. What do we do when the cops pick us up for questioning on her disappearance?” Bader asked.
“You don’t know anything. You have alibis and you’ll stick to them. It’s why I’m not telling you more. Understood?” he asked.
“Yeah,” Jonah stated.
“Good. When the call comes in be ready to get to where I need you to be. It will all work out, and your little indiscretions will not be revealed to anyone,” Frederick told them and then walked away. He pulled out his phone and texted Burner.
“We’re all set with the decoys. I’ll be ready when you give the word.”
* * * *
Andriy lay on his back on the edge of the bed as Fina climbed up between his legs. She was sexy as sin, sensual, beautiful, and yet angelic. He reached out to cup her cheeks and she lowered to kiss his lips. He took his time savoring her, and the taste of bacon and syrup on her tongue. She lifted up higher and he kissed along her throat and it was as if she needed his kisses everywhere, just as he needed to be inside of her.
Behind her, Paulo got the lube and Hadeon stood by the bed watching them, stroking his cock and needed her, too. The air was palpable with desire, lust, and need to make love. They would never get enough of taking her together, sharing her amongst themselves and possessing her in every way.
She eased down his body, lifting her ass toward Paulo as Hadeon slid his palm up and down her back unable to resist touching her and watching her. Andriy was surprised when suddenly she ran a finger along his chest and the scar beneath his tattoos. She saw it, acknowledged it as no other lover had and then tilted her head to look at him.
“Don’t,” Andriy whispered a demand. She held his gaze then licked along the scar and right to his nipple. She tugged still watching him and he hissed, gripped her hips and lifted her so she would align her pussy with his cock. She released his nipple, slowly lowered over his dick.
“You’re safe with me, Andriy. Not even demons can penetrate what we share,” she said to him and he was shocked. He pulled her down by her hair and kissed her brutally hard on the mouth. She tightened and then moaned into his mouth.
“She is very special brothers,” Hadeon said and then smacked her ass cheeks.
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br /> Andriy released her lips and she gasped, turning her face toward Paulo and taking in sharp breaths as he spanked her ass then massaged the cheeks.
“Oh, this ass is incredible. We take her together once again,” Paulo said.
Andriy held her cheeks, looked into her eyes as his brother Paulo eased fingers of lube into her ass. Her luscious lips parted, her eyes glazed over as he rocked his hips up and down.
“You like it? Need it, lyubimaya?” Andriy asked her.
“Yes. Yes, please. I want all three of you inside of me.”
He smiled softly. “Da.” He pressed his lips to hers. At the same time she tightened up and Paulo grunted.
“So fucking tight. Fuck, I won’t last. I won’t,” he said, sounding breathless.
“Then let me have your mouth, Fina. I want to feel it on my cock. I want to look at you take all of us inside of you,” Hadeon said. Andriy released her lips and she lifted up, leaned to the right to open and accept Hadeon’s cock into her mouth. She licked it and then began to bob her head. Andriy looked at Paulo. His face was red, his teeth clenched.
“Take her hard, deep. Mark her our woman, brother. She belongs to us,” Andriy told him and then gripped her hips and worked with his brother to set a pace they could all handle. It didn’t take long for them to reach their limit. Hadeon gripped her hair and came in her mouth. She swallowed him as Andriy pumped his hips and so did Paulo. Paulo came next, smacking her ass and thrusting several times before he fell against her back and kissed her neck, her shoulder and then pulled from her. Andriy was overwhelmed with emotions as he rolled her to her back and thrust and stroked into her so fast, so deeply, he grunted as he came and she screamed his name and then hugged him tight. He lay over her, crushing her but she didn’t seem to care. Fina wrapped her legs around him tight, her heels in his ass cheeks and she squeezed him.
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