But it slipped away when he backed off. from burning hot to instant cold. Her body shook from the sudden change and pent-up need to release the pressure.
“You come for me when I say you come. Not before.”
Her burning eyes flashed open and she tried to reach for her clit, working herself to the finish line, but Matteo held her fast.
“Naughty little birdie,” Matteo grunted with a harsh laugh. “Do as you’re told or this won’t end the way you think it will.”
Sevastyan’s lips surrounded her clit and when he sucked the tiny bit of flesh between warm lips she bucked against his face.
“Fuck, kroshka.” He did it again and she reacted the same. Only this time she tittered on the verge of falling. So dangerously close to the edge.
Hard metal slipped through her sticky juices and he teased her slick pussy entrance.
Oh, fuck, he wouldn’t.
He did.
The smooth long handle of his knife slipped effortlessly into her dripping tight channel.
There was no way to argue. No protesting. Only pure sinful sensations.
“Vastyan,” she called. This was wrong. How could he?
He and Matteo had complete control.
And neither were done with her.
He pumped it inside her and teased her clit over and over again with his tongue.
And then he pulled away, but her mind whirled with no sense of right or wrong to tell her moaning from the loss of him put her in danger.
She stilled when the now warm, dripping wet handle of the blade settled over her back entrance, and Sevastyan bent a knee between her legs.
This man, the dark mafia king, took a knee. For her.
Shock and uncertainty filled her.
“Vastyan,” she cried out when he pressed forward, breaking through the first forbidden barrier.
Her boss, her fucking enemy, didn’t gently ease her into her climax.
“Shh...take it, kroshka. Take it,” he ordered lowly, his mouth full of her pussy once again. He swirled his tongue over the rose between her folds as he applied more pressure, pushed another inch into her ass.
Behind her, Matteo leaned forward and flicked his tongue over the bars in her nipples. He played them in time with Sevastyan’s movements. Neither teasing nor tender.
“It’s time to give me those sweet juices. Come for me, kroshka. Now!”
He mumbled something in Russian, his voice so slow she could only make out the rolling sound of syllables.
Sevastyan’s tongue drove her insane. The walls of her channel clenched, every nerve ending sizzling with forbidden electricity. Their mouths worked her and when the power of her orgasm hit, it took her breath away.
She buried her hands in Matteo’s thick hair and pulled his mouth to hers. Between her legs, she rode her other boss’s mouth. Pulse after vibrating pulse rocked her core. Hot girl-cum spilled to wet her thighs and ass.
She shoved her tongue into Matteo’s mouth and that was the only time she took control. He fisted her hair, claiming her mouth, forcing his tongue between her lips, and stealing her of every thought. She swore to herself if this ever happened she’d never let them win. But all she could do was give in.
Sevastyan stood barely giving the last wave of her climax time to ebb.
If he was mad at what just happened his face didn’t show it. His indifferent mask fell back in place the second Sevastyan pulled her off the desk and straight into his arm. Beside her, Matteo peeled off his dress shirt and draped it over her shoulders. One button at a time he covered her. “You will go home now. And don’t come back.”