Page 29 of Twisted Vows

"I'm going to go deeper. Are you ready?"

I nodded again, my body tensing in anticipation. I could feel the weight of his body pressing against me, and I welcomed the pressure, the way it ground against my hips. The bed creaked under the strain, a rhythmic, almost musical accompaniment to our movements.

"Now," he said with a forceful thrust as he pushed deeper, burying himself within me. I gasped, my eyes flying open as I stared up at him. His eyes were dark with desire that seemed to consume him. His lips parted, revealing a smile that was both predatory and tender, a contradiction that only served to heighten my arousal.

I moaned around Rurik’s cock, which twitched against the back of my throat in response.

"That's it," he whispered, his voice a husky rasp. "Take all of me."

I nodded again, trembling with anticipation. My nerves sparked, and tension filled me as I got ever closer to the edge. I closed my eyes, surrendering to the sensation.

“Come now."

And I did. I surrendered to the pleasure that consumed me, and slipped over the edge. The world around me faded into nothingness as I fell into the abyss of pleasure. Before that even faded, another orgasm started, the sensations even more intense than before. Rurik's thumb was still brushing over my clit in time with Malachi's thrusts.

As the orgasm washed over me, I let out a shaky breath, body trembling with the force of it. Malachi's low groan echoed in my ear as he followed suit, his cock pulsing inside me with his final thrust. Rurik's fingers stilled, his own orgasm following shortly after, his harsh breaths and slight trembling the only indication of his release before he filled my mouth. I swallowed as quickly as I could, trying to contain it all, which seemed to make him happy. He smiled at me as he gently pulled his cock from my mouth.

Together, we collapsed on the bed, panting and spent, our sweat-slicked bodies still tangled together. I felt cherished, loved even, as I looked up into Malachi's dark eyes. He smiled down at me, a crooked grin that made my heart skip a beat.

"That was..." I said, my voice shaky.

"Intense," Malachi finished for me, his thumb brushing over my damp cheek. "But it's only the beginning, Nika. There's so much more we can explore together."

Rurik chuckled, his voice low and rough. "And we will," he said, his hand splayed possessively over my stomach. "Every inch of you."

A warm glow spread through me at their words, bringing a sense of contentment and happiness I never wanted to end. I had found something special with these men that went beyond just pleasure. I would do anything to keep this connection alive.

***

I walked out of the lecture hall, which smelled like stale Cheetos and energy drinks, my mind still buzzing with the information I had just learned. The air was crisp and cool. I took a deep breath, savoring the scent of freshly cut grass to cleanse the snack smell from my nostrils.

As I walked toward the parking lot, I noticed a black sedan parked at the curb. A man stepped out of the car, his eyes locked on me. He was tall and muscular, with dark hair and a menacing scowl. My heart began to race as I realized something was wrong.

Before I could react, two more men appeared from behind the car. They grabbed me by the arms and dragged me toward the sedan. I struggled and kicked, but their grip was too strong. The man with the scowl opened the back door and shoved me inside.

The car sped off, and I was thrown against the seat. My head hit the window, and I winced in pain. The men didn’t say a word as they drove through the city, their gazes fixed on the road ahead. I wanted to demand answers, but I was too frightened to speak.

After what felt like an eternity, the car came to a stop. The men dragged me out of the sedan and into a dark, damp room. I let out a sharp sneeze upon breathing for the first time in the room, which smelled of mold and dampness. The sound of dripping water echoed through the room.

The man with the scowl stepped forward, his eyes narrowing as he looked me up and down. He was tall and lean, with a menacing aura that terrified me. “You’re Nika Andreev,” he said, his voice low and gravelly. “I’m Levon Terzian, and you’re going to tell me everything you know about Malachi Kotov and Rurik Losev.”

I swallowed hard, my throat dry with fear. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I lied, my voice trembling.

Terzian’s eyes narrowed, and he took a step closer. “Don’t play games with me, durochka. You’re leverage, and I need information. This transaction doesn’t have to cause you pain.” He ran his hand over my hair, making me recoil in disgust. “Now, tell me what you know about the bratva brothers.”

I shook my head, my resolve strengthening. “I won’t betray them,” I said, my voice steady. “They’re my friends.”

Terzian’s laugh echoed through the room, a chilling sound that sent unease skittering through me. “Friends? You’re their plaything of the moment and have no idea what you’re dealing with. These men are dangerous, and they’ll do anything to protect their interests. You’re just a pawn in their game.”

I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms. “I don’t care,” I said, my voice firm. “I won’t betray them.”

Terzian’s expression darkened, and he took a step closer. “You will,” he said, his voice low and menacing. “One way or another, you will tell me what I need to know.”

I braced myself, tense with anticipation. I knew what was coming, and I was determined to endure it. I had to protect Malachi and Rurik, no matter the cost. Terzian’s fist connected with my cheek, sending a jolt of pain through my body. I stumbled back, vision blurred by tears, but I refused to give in. I wouldn’t betray my lovers.

Terzian’s interrogation continued for what felt like hours. He demanded information, threatening my life and the lives of those I cared about, but I remained steadfast, refusing to give in to his demands. I paid for my defiance with pain and blood. As the hours wore on, the torment became almost unbearable. Terzian’s words cut deeper than the ring on his left hand that took several chunks of my flesh, and I was starting to crack, but I refused to let him break me.

Finally, he seemed to tire of his game. He stepped back, his expression cold and calculating. “You’re a stubborn one,” he said, his voice laced with disgust, “But you’ll break eventually. They all do.”

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