Broken Sins (Volkov Bratva 3) - Page 111

In my mouth, I taste pure Vito. The tang, the salt, the sweat, the raw masculine essence that only he has. He’s already bucking and writhing as I take him past my lips and lave my tongue around his shaft. More than any of his brothers, he’s the one who has the hardest time stopping himself from loosing his seed into me at the merest touch. I touch something in him that only I can touch. I am the one who tells him it is okay to stop. The world will not go on without him. He can breathe.

Mateo and Leo are patiently waiting for their turns, so I go back and forth between them. Mateo rumbles like a mountain the way he always does. His eyes are closed and his hand rests gently on the back of my head. He’s not pushing me farther down on his length, but I want to go farther. I want those rumbling sighs to reverberate through me and make my cells come alive. Sure enough, as I groan and strain to swallow all of him, his deep moans intensify, and with it, so too does the burgeoning orgasm taking root deep in my core.

Dante keeps fucking me relentlessly from behind while I switch my mouth over to Leo. I cradle his balls as I lick with just the tip of my tongue teasingly from base to tip and back again. “Oh, you cruel girl,” he mutters. His blue eyes flash in the chandelier light overhead. Unlike Mateo, he doesn’t let me choose my own pace. Instead, he shoves his hips forward and fills my mouth like a battering ram. It’s a game of give and take with him, each of us alternately wrestling for control or letting the other one torture us mercilessly. We both savor the pain that gives pleasure its shape. What’s sweetness without bitterness after all? What’s a sunrise without the dark that precedes it? We need the broken edges to show us where the light begins. He taught me that. They all did, actually.

After one particularly savage thrust, Dante uses the leverage of my hips to flip me over. I’m lying back to front on top of Vito while Dante shuffles around to one side and trades places with Mateo.

I gasp out loud as Vito takes the head of his cock and starts to trace delicately at my other entrance. “Easy, darling,” Leo whispers in my ear when he senses my fright. “Just relax.”

It takes me a moment, but Leo’s gentle touch on my abdomen helps bring me back down. Slowly, I unclench and feel myself begin to open. I grip onto Dante’s cock and stroke while Vito keeps probing gently, giving me the time I need.

I look up at Mateo, who is crouched on top of me. His cock is tapping at the wet slick between my legs. He arches one eyebrow in a silent question. When I nod, he slides into me without hesitation. That breaks the dam, and my first orgasm comes tumbling through me. I twitch and writhe while Mateo takes long, slow strokes in and out. At the very farthest part of his withdrawal, my body is insanely hungry for him to return to me. Only the sounds of my wetness and our mingled breathing fill the room, plus the smell of sweaty bodies colliding blissfully. Dante finds my clit and begins to work it as his teeth nip at the peak of my breast.

I’m awash in everything, overwhelmed by the quartet of cocks and mouths finding purchase along every nook and cranny of me that can be explored. The heat of breath on my skin combines with the electricity of nerves on fire.The only way out is through, right? In this case, that means I can’t keep holding onto these orgasms. If I do, they’ll tear me apart from the inside out. I have to let go. I have to breathe.

As I do, Vito finally delves into me. I’ve never been so full. There is a cock in my hand, a cock in my mouth, a cock in my pussy, a cock in my ass, and all I can think is that I wantmore.More of them, closer to me. More of their heat, their smell, their touch, their kiss.

The one thing I don’t need more of is their love. I am rich with their love already. They’ve given me all that can be given. And I’ve given mine to them.

We own each other, the Biancis and me. I’m no longer fully Volkov. Part of me belongs to them, and it always will. But maybe that’s how we fix broken things. We have to take a little bit of something else to bind it all up and make it whole again.

The time eventually comes for each of the brothers to find their own release. I want it all to be in me. Not a drop spilled—it’s all mine.Theyare all mine.

One at a time, they lie down and let me straddle them and ride until they burst. I stare each of them in the eyes and plant a soft kiss on their lips as the tremors coarse through their bodies. Only when Vito has finally loosed himself do I slump over between them and let them rain kisses down my naked, sweaty, trembling body.

I’m not sure how long we lie there before I remember that there is a wedding meant to take place today, and it is sort of important for us to be there. We get up, bantering and laughing and smiling, as they get dressed and help me get back into my dress. Then they leave with a kiss on the cheek, and I’m alone once more.

Except, not actually alone. I’ll never be truly alone again.

Epilogue: Vito

I’m standing on the altar with my brothers next to me. How we ended up here, I may never know. It doesn’t matter. We have what we wanted, the thing we never knew we needed. At the chiming of a bell, I look down to the end of the garden and see exactly that thing.

Milaya looks radiant. After our forbidden romp in the bridal room, her hair was mussed. She fretted about it, so I told her what to do.Leave it down. Show them you are wild. Show them a queen does whatever she likes.

She took my suggestion. I am glad she did, because the sight of her long, dark hair tumbling down over those pale cream shoulders is one I will never forget as long as I live. This moment is seared into my brain. There is no sound, no smell, no taste, no touch associated with it. I know immediately that all I will have to do for the rest of my life is close my eyes to envision our bride under a floral arch, with her green eyes shimmering as if she sees things that no other being alive could have seen in us.

I do not remember what is said during the ceremony. Perhaps one of my brothers will be able to recount it to me one day, or Milaya herself. I repeat what I am told, and when it is my turn to kiss her, I keep my eyes open so that I can see her flawless beauty while my lips press into hers.

The record that has played in the back of my mind for my entire life sounds its message once more:if you stop, you die.

I’m stopping here, surrounded by my brothers and our bride. But it turns out that my father was wrong. I am not dying after all.

I am being reborn.

And in the distance, there’s a whole new life waiting for us to find it.

Together.