Owned: A Mafia Menage Romance(71)

The horror of this seeps through me like a fog. It turns my stomach. What that man said… It means that someone has been watching me with my men. Watching me for how long? All my life?

“It's all right, love. Not anymore. Everything has been taken care of.”

But I can't stop shaking. I can only peek around the edges of these thoughts that try to invade my mind. I can't understand them all the way. Every time I try to get my imagination around the idea that someone has been watching me, watching me in bed, maybe watching me sleep? It's too much. My hands shake and my breath puffs out in ragged gasps.

“Jesus, Marie. It's all right, Princess. No one can hurt you now. No one.”

I nod uncertainly but still my body won't stop shaking. Alek jerks his chin at Roman. “Get her upstairs. Take care of her. I'll get someone to clean this up.”

Roman begins to pull me away but I tear at Alek’s shirt. I don't want to be apart from him, not even for a moment. “No, don't leave me! Please. I need to be close to you. I have to be close to you!”

Alek nods. “Go with Roman now, Marie. I'll be there in a moment. I promise.”

I try to breathe deeply as Roman takes me in his arms, cradling me as he carries me up the stairs. I can hear Alek in the foyer, talking on his phone and try to block the image of those men out of my mind. They lay where they fell, their heads twisted toward the ceiling. Their bodies are crumpled like something somebody had forgotten and thrown away.

“Malitchka... Devushka,” Roman keeps murmuring over and over again, his lips pressed hard against my forehead as he holds me tightly to him. I can feel his heart beating against the palm of my hand when I press his chest, strong and slow. He's utterly calm. I latch onto that sensation, letting it overwhelm me like the sound of ocean waves.

He lays me on the bed, sliding me into the middle and coming alongside me. His body almost covers mine, pressing me down into the soft mattress until it surrounds me. I'm so grateful for that. I want to disappear. I want to be absorbed so I don't have to think of any of these horrors.

He tips his body up when the door opens and instantly my arms fly around his shoulders and drag him back to me. “Don't go,” I beg. I can't stand the thought. “I need you. I need you both.”

Alek crawls up next to me, fitting his body along mine so that I'm pressed between them and here, I do finally feel safe. “Shhh,” he whispers into my hair. His fingers stroke my arm. I realize suddenly that I can feel both their hearts beating, one against my back and one against my chest. That's what I need. That sound is the only thing that can soothe me now.

“Hold me,” I whisper, although they already are. I need to be closer. “I need you. I need more…”

Alek knows. I know he understands. I find his mouth with mine and kiss him deeply. If I can replace my breath with his, maybe I can stop these terrible thoughts.

“Please, please,” I beg him. I don't know what I'm saying, I just need to say it.

“Anything, Princess,” he assures me.

But I need more. I kiss him urgently, hard, my tongue pressing against the ridges of his teeth. My hands find his chest and slide down to the hem, plunging my fingers inside his clothes so that I can feel his skin.

In moments, I'm tearing the clothes off of him. I want to feel him everywhere. Roman shifts behind me and then returns, and I feel the extreme heat of his skin against my back. That's it. That's what I needed.

Someone's hands pull the dress over my head in moments all three of us are naked, twisted together in a tangle of limbs and flesh, our hands exploring, stroking, pulling us closer together.

“I need you, Alek. I need you inside me…”

He knows. He understands. My fingers find his cock already hard and ready for me. I throw one leg over his hip and maneuver the head of his cock against my already wet seam.

“Jesus, Marie,” he groans as he shifts his hips, rocking against me gently, tentatively, stopping just at my entrance.

Roman bites my neck from behind, thrusting his hips against the small my back. I can feel his erection throbbing and see it clearly in my mind. With my eyes closed, all I can see is them. Finally the nightmare of images are blotted out by my men.

And still I want more. I wriggle my hips back against Roman. There is an emptiness inside me, a void that I need desperately to be filled.

“Yes? Devushka, yes?” Roman snarls as his hips pulse against me.

“Yes!” I moan. “Please, yes!”

I feel Roman shift on the bed then hear the soft creak of a bottle being opened. I don't know what it is until I feel the slippery liquid dripping between my thighs. Alek passes the head of his cock into the liquid and then slides it back and forth, circling my clit. Longing twists in me like a spring. All I can think of is the sensation of both of them, holding me, filling me to completion.