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Anika released me and caught her breath. “Behind me. Use your hands until I tell you I’m ready for more.”

Roman knelt behind her and opened her with two fingers while she took me into her mouth again. She moaned when his thumb found her clit, tightening every muscle in my stomach. Kirill returned her free hand to his cock. “You started something, darling.” She gripped him tighter and rocked against Roman’s hand.

I pulled free before I came. Anika reached for me, but I caught her under the arms and lifted her onto the mattress. My ribs screamed, and her glare sharpened.

“You’re hurt.” She shoved me flat when I tried to rise. “I told you to say something.”

“I’ll survive.” I caught her wrist and kissed the center of her palm. “I also intend to finish this.”

“Then stop trying to lift me like you weren’t beaten half to death.” She straddled my hips and guided my cock between her legs. The head slid through her wetness before she held it at her entrance. “Let me take care of you for once.”

She lowered herself slowly until every slick inch disappeared. My ribs forced me to stay still, but watching Anika take exactly what she wanted blurred the world around me in the best possible way.

Roman settled behind her and cupped both breasts, rolling her nipples between his fingers while his mouth moved over the uninjured side of her neck. Kirill shifted closer, one hand sliding between our bodies to find her clit.

Anika planted her palms on my chest and rode me. Her first movements stayed careful, but patience died when Kirill increased the pressure. She sank harder, tearing a grunt from my throat.

“Too much?” Concern broke through the pleasure on her face.

“Not enough.” I gripped her thighs with both purple hands. “Fuck me the way you want.”

Her next stroke knocked the air from my lungs. She rose to the head of my cock, then dropped hard enough to make the mattress strike the wall. Roman held her upright when her arms started shaking, and Kirill drove her over the edge.

The first spasm destroyed my control. I gripped her thighs and came deep inside her while she kept riding, her pussy milking every pulse from me. Roman swallowed her cries, and Kirill worked her through the climax until she lifted her head and crooked her finger at Roman. “Your turn.”

Roman pulled her from me with infinite care and patience and rolled her onto her side. He settled behind her, lifted her upper leg, and pushed inside. Kirill caught her gasp with a kiss, cupping the side of her face and teasing his cock against her stomach.

I tangled one hand with hers while Roman fucked her with slow, deep strokes. Kirill slid down her body and put his mouth over her clit without getting in Roman’s way, apparently considering anatomy another problem he could solve through enthusiasm.

Anika threw her head back, gasping when Kirill sucked. Roman drove harder while Kirill pushed her toward another climax.

“That’s it, Anika. Come for us. We want to see you come apart again and again.” She came against my shoulder, and Roman followed while her body pulsed around him.

Kirill kissed the inside of her knee and looked entirely too pleased with himself. “Violence after sex. How romantic.”

“Give me five minutes, and I’ll show you violence.” She reached blindly until she found his beard and tugged him up the bed. She kissed him, tasted herself on his mouth, then pushed him onto his back. “You’re not finished.” She wrapped her hand around his cock and stroked him hard and fast while I moved my fingers between her legs. He came across her stomach with a curse, his back lifting from the mattress before he collapsed beneath her hand.

Anika stayed in the center of us while her breathing slowed. Roman cleaned her, Kirill pulled the blanket over her legs, and I drew her against the uninjured side of my chest.

She curled deeper into us, her breathing returning to normal. “I keep thinking we’re missing something. Like it can’t really be over. Did we get everyone? Nora, Mikhail, Alina. No one is missing?”

“Everyone is here.” I kissed her damp hair. “The safe house is secure, and no one can reach the children without coming through us.”

She closed her eyes and fell asleep within minutes with her cheek over my heart and my hand trapped beneath her hip. It went numb long before I considered moving it.

38

ANIKA

Three weeks after Sokolov died, I sat at the head of the table in the mansion’s dining room and told twelve Bratva leaders that anyone caught selling people would lose every fucking thing they owned. Maksim occupied the chair to my right, Roman sat to my left, and Kirill leaned against the wall behind us with a smile that had encouraged two men to agree before I finished speaking.

I kept my hands in my lap, because I’d been twisting my fingers until my knuckles turned red, and I didn’t want them to mistake the nervousness as indecision and something they should exploit. “No auctions. No trafficking. No women treated like merchandise, and no children used as collateral.” I nodded toward the agreement showing on the screen so the men could read the terms again. “Anyone connected to Sokolov’s operations remains protected while we determine whether they were involved or trapped. Break these rules, and you lose your territory before Kirill decides what else you can live without.”

Kirill pushed away from the wall and rested both hands on the back of my chair. “I’m flexible. Fingers or toes. I’ll let the first volunteer choose.”

“Who enforces the woman’s rules?” The oldest Pakhan at the table ignored him and focused on me. “Why do we listen to her?”

Maksim laid one broad hand over the agreement. “Question her authority again, and you question mine.” He stood. “There is another matter to discuss. The recovered fortune will be used to create a charitable foundation to help those in need. Women and children affected by organized crime will receive the help they need. That includes safe housing, education, and witness protection if needed.”