“You want to share a house with me and a bunch of teenage boys?” I wonder if he’s been sniffing glue.
He slides a hand between us and pinches my nipple hard.
“I want to share a house with you.”
He looks over at Griff and Hunter, who watch him like he’s some kind of god.
“I won’t give you up, and I won’t let them have you if I can’t. So if this is an either-or situation, I’ll just kill them now so there’s no competition.”
“Hey,” Griff snaps.
“Hush now. The grown-ups are talking.” Dmitri smirks before turning his eyes back to me.
“You can’t cut me out now. I’m in your veins, but I’m not heartless. I see that there is something here between you and them. Something you don’t want to lose, so I’m willing to let you keep them.”
“Big of you,” I snap.
“Oh, baby girl, you have no idea.”
He crowds me, his eyes sparkling with mirth.
“I’m calling in my favor. You owe me remember. I want them to live with us. Cain too, when he’s ready.”
“But why? I won’t let you use them as a weapon to control me. I might care about you, but I’ll slit your throat before you break me.”
“I don’t want to break you, Dulce. I want to marry you. Every Russian Bratva member needs heirs. I want my wife’s belly swollen with my sons and daughters. I want to hold the swell of your stomach as I fuck you from behind, knowing that we made something special in this shitty fucking world. You owe me a favor. This is me cashing it in.”
“It’s…It’s…” I stutter. I never stutter, but holy fuck. Babies?
“I’m not ready for babies yet.”
“There isn’t a time limit on this, Dulce. Move in. And we can talk about babies later down the line.”
“So, you expect us to believe you want us to move in with you, even though you’re planning to marry my girl and get her pregnant?”
Dmitri lifts his head and pins Griff with a stare that makes me shiver.
“She might be your girl,” he mocks. “But she is my woman, my wife.”
The harshness of his voice cracks through the night.
“Then what the fuck do you want from us?” Griff roars, clearly pissed off.
Dmitri steps around me and moves to Griff, wrapping his hand around his throat.
Griff is a big guy, but next to Dmitri, he looks small. Maybe that’s just because Dmitris’s rage and animosity seem to make him so much larger than life.
“I want you to fuck her while I watch.”
Hunter sucks in a sharp breath and Griff goes solid.
I stand there watching it play out, knowing there will be no conclusions if we can’t figure it out.
“I like watching Dulce getting fucked. I like to play, and that includes games where I control all the players.”
Hunter’s breathing is picking up, just like mine. It takes me a moment to realize he’s turned on as much as I am.
“She can fuck you. She can love you. Hell, I think she already does. She can do any damn thing she wants, but she can’t leave me. I’d kill her before I let her go.”
“You’re a fucking psycho,” Griff grits out.
“I know, but lucky for us all, Dulce is a little crazy herself.”
“Well, missy, seems you’ve got some ’splainin’ to do,” a very familiar voice drawls.
I wince and turn to find Reese and Lollie standing at the entrance of the cave.
Fuck my life.
With my uninjured arm, I raise my hand and wave. “Hey.”