Page 35 of Bratva Daddies for the Single Mom

Viktor slid a piece of duck into his mouth and watched me as he chewed. Did he sense the lie? What about Ilya? He was the one I truly had to worry about. I’d sensed it from him since we first met.

We ate and talked, laughter and wine mingling until I felt light-headed and buzzed even without the alcohol. I swung my feet back and forth in gentle kicks and finished my food. With a dab of the napkin to my lips and a grin, I hopped down and kicked my heels beneath the table. “Hot tub time.”

I made it to the edge before any of them moved from the table, sat on the edge, and dropped my feet into the hot water. An instant soothing sensation crept up my legs. If not for the baby, I’d completely submerge myself, but I had to protect them. No one else would, mainly because the three most important men in the baby’s life had no idea they existed. Was I doing them all a disservice by ignoring the truth? I twirled my feet in small circles to create eddies and ripples. The left circle touched the right, the collision reminding me of my life and how everything changed the moment I found out I was pregnant. Ripple upon ripple, decision after decision, I either made things better, or worse, for myself and the baby.

“I’ll prepare the theater.” Ilya gathered up the dirty dishes. His scorching gaze caressed me across the distance. “Popcorn?”

“Absolutely.” I wiggled my toes, then pulled my feet from the water. “I’ll go with you. I want to see more of the house.”

“No swimming?” Viktor settled his hands on his hips, a curious expression catching the failing sunlight and turning his eyes flinty.

I almost thought the question was an accusation but stopped before I shot off a sarcastic remark. “I’m not a strong swimmer. I don’t mind being in the water, but it’s more for fun. Like floating around and sipping a drink in the sun.”

“Ah.” Viktor took my hand and kissed my inner wrist. “Would you like us to teach you? Swimming is a great skill.”

“Not tonight.” I kissed the underside of his jaw and skipped after Ilya. “But someday.”

He chuckled at my retreat. “Come, Fyodor. Let’s clean the rest of this while Annie explores. Show her anything she wishes, Ilya. We’ll join you soon.”

“Oh, show and tell.” I rubbed my hands together. “What kind of secret rooms are you hiding?”

“Only the one you already witnessed.” Ilya winked. “The kitchen is this way.”

Ilya played at being a show host, giving me a tour of the entire house, telling me interesting facts about the rooms, and making me feel at ease. By the time we popped popcorn and eventually made our way to the theater, Viktor and Fyodor were already there, kicked back in the reclining chairs and chatting about the business. I caught the tail-end of the conversation, heard Miles Kent’s name, and tuned them out in favor of the movie that flashed across the screen when Ilya pressed a button on the remote he’d picked up on our way down the red-carpeted aisle.

I halfway expected them to start something in the theater, but the four of us watched the movie, totally captivated by the storytelling and rapid action sequences. Ilya and Fyodor sat on either side of me, with Viktor in the seat behind me, their presence and support making me feel oddly emotional. By the time the movie ended, I’d almost decided to tell them about my pregnancy. I resisted the urge, knowing it came from a place of contentment and not one of true understanding for what potential danger I’d put us in once the truth came out. Credits rolled across the screen. I sat forward and brushed popcorn crumbs from my dress into the bowl and stood to stretch. “That was wonderful. Thank you for a great night.”

“Why does it sound like you’re leaving?” Ilya asked.

Viktor sat forward and propped his elbows on his knees. “The night has just begun. You cannot leave yet.”

“Oh?” I lingered over the sound. “I really should go home.”

“I think you really should stay here.” Viktor stood with a languid motion that reinforced his raw power and stripped off his belt. He handed it to Ilya, his gaze locked onto me. “You asked for my fantasy. I withheld it before, but I think you’re ready now.”

Heat shot straight to my pussy. I pressed my thighs together to try and stop the rush of warmth. My mouth dried up, words failing me as I tried to think my way through what possible fantasy Viktor might have.

“You’re not going anywhere.” He twitched his head in the slightest hint of a command. “Ilya’s going to tie you up.”

Ilya approached, the belt between his hands.

A thundering roar in my ears blocked out all sound except my thudding pulse. Excitement? Fear? A little of both. I held out my wrists for Ilya, who wrapped the belt around them in loose spirals. His smirk held the promise of pleasure. I should go home. Tina had told me she’d keep an eye on the girls, but it was my responsibility to take care of them. How did I reconcile that with the heady desire pulsing between all four of us? I wanted to play out Viktor’s fantasy. I needed to. Ilya finished wrapping the belt around my wrists and stepped back. “What happens next?”

Viktor took Ilya’s place. One finger curled beneath my chin, tipping my head up. “You’ll see.” With a swiftness that left me breathless, he tossed me over his shoulder, smacked my ass, and carried me out of the theater.

“Viktor.” I laughed around his name. “What are you doing?” I banged my fists against his back. My hair fell around my face, blocking my view of everything but Viktor’s muscular back and ass. A very touchable ass that was well within my reach. Grinning, I pinched him, my laughter driving all the breath from my lungs when my stomach bounced on his shoulder as he emitted a growl and smacked my ass again.

“You’re not behaving.” Ilya’s voice came from my right, just out of sight.

I twisted my head around and tried to peer through my hair. “If you wanted a woman who behaved, you picked the wrong one.”

“Oh, we don’t,” Viktor rumbled.

I pinched his ass again. “You have a wonderful butt.”

“So do you.” He pinched me in return. “I look forward to seeing your naked ass in the air with my cock inside your pussy.”

“You really know how to make a girl wet.” I held out my trapped wrists. “Is this some form of kidnapping? Is that your kink?”

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