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Then he was inside me. One second, I was empty and desperate and the next, he’d filled me, driving into me so hard and fast, it forced me onto my tiptoes.

I sucked air, only for Leo to spread my ass and pump into me from behind.

Even my hair stood at attention as they worked my body. Leo moved gently but forcefully, claiming me as he said he would.

My body worked to accommodate them, and the pressure intensified once again to that impossible level. Leo’s cock reached a part of me that I didn’t know existed. My legs turned soft, my knees refusing to hold up.

When Misha retreated, Leo went deep, then they switched and filled me together. It was that combination, the impossible fullness, that ended me.

I screamed around the gag, my pleasure so incredible that it had to be unleashed.

Nothing like this had ever happened before.

I wanted more.

All the time. Every day.

How was I ever going to go back to regular sex after this? Even the things we’d done up until now suddenly seemed tame by comparison.

My body locked onto them, my walls clamping down so tight, I felt every ridge and vein when they tried to move.

“You’re strangling my cock, sweetness,” Leo crooned in my ear. “It feels so good. You let me claim your ass, and this is your reward.” Somehow, he managed to thrust deeper, and another, stronger orgasm ripped through my body. He came with a curse, Misha right behind him.

By the time they finished, their cum dripped down my inner thighs.

Unlike before, they didn’t clean me up. Instead, Misha removed my bonds and eased me into Viktor’s arms.

“We’re not done yet.” He lifted me onto the bed and settled between my thighs, seating his cock in one thrust. “You think you cannot come again. Especially not like that. But you have not experienced all I am capable of.”

The thickness of his cock stretched me, and despite my disbelief, he proved to speak the truth as my body responded to his movements.

Pleasure built once again at the base of my spine and stretched, spreading through my entire body.

I came apart, screaming his name. As I came down from the staggering heights of multiple orgasms, I knew one thing for certain.

I was falling for them. All three of them.

16

VIKTOR

The litany of Russian curses that spewed from my mouth would have caused Leo’s eyebrows to crunch together. But he was not here.

He was in his office dealing with his own problems as I tracked my way through our system and searched for any possibility that the missing shipments were anything other than a sideways attack from Anton.

Everything I discovered pointed more directly at Anton than away. Seven shipments over a matter of months had been intercepted, the last three happening within the last three weeks.

It was becoming more likely that we had a rat in our midst, and I fought the analytical side of my mind as the puzzle pieces shifted around on the imaginary board.

Misha handled the dirty work of questioning men and answering betrayal with blood and death. It had not solved the issue.

I could not force the timeline out of my head. All of this started a few weeks after Peyton came to work for us.

I dropped my head into my hands and forced a deep breath to fill my lungs.

Pushing aside emotions that told me Peyton could not be a spy for Anton Pravchenko, I focused on facts. Peyton was a genuine human being. She was innocent in many ways.

She was one of the few people with access to the information that could lead someone to understand our shipment schedules. If she managed to break the code we’d written them in.