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Before I can even process it, she’s milking my shaft. It feels like she’s sucking the cum right from my balls, my entire bodytingling with the force of it and how fucking good it feels. I can barely breathe as my eyes cross.

She’s fucking gorgeous, her chin glistening with saliva and the cum that leaked out of the corners of her mouth. Her face is pink and her jaw slack. Watching her lost to the feeling of bliss we give her has my heart pounding in my chest.

I watch, entranced, as Kirill plants himself all the way in her ass and lets out a roar. Oaklynn’s brown eyes open and blink up at me before she slumps down against my chest. Her panting breaths puffing against my skin has my dick perking up already.

But now is not the time for that.

Our woman has had a long night, and she needs sleep.

We all do.

When Kirill pulls out of her, his movements are slow and careful. Before I can even consider it, Maxim is there, gently moving our woman off of me and into his arms. She lets out a sigh as she curls up against his chest.

Some men might be jealous, but I’m not. Our woman loves us. Together. Individually. We all deserve some time with her and now it’s Maxim’s turn.

He’ll clean her up and worship her, making sure the euphoria she’s experiencing lasts as long as possible. She deserves nothing less.

And we’ll always give her everything we can.

CHAPTER 11

KIRILL

It’s been a few days since the night Oaklynn went to the charity meeting and Adam made a move to intimidate her. He’s been our guest ever since. Knowing he’s sitting in our warehouse and healing from Maxim and Baker working him over pisses me off.

As angry as I am, I know it’s not time yet.

Mikhail is going to make a move, and we need to be ready for him. But until then, I think I can nudge him a little more. I desperately want to piss him off.

I know how to do it, but I’m dreading it.

The guys are already in my office and I’m about to tell them my idea when the door opens. I glance up to find Betty walking in. I almost groan in annoyance, but I hold it back.

Overall, the woman has toned her shit down, but I still get flashes of defiance as she tries to push her boundaries. Either she’ll get it fully or she won’t. And then she’ll be gone.

“Can I get you some coffee? Mr. Volkov? Mr. Cardenas? Mr. Volkov? Mr. Dalton?” Betty looks at us as she says each of our names. The way her eyes widen, as she keeps her head tipped down, is an act to get us to believe she’s innocent.

But I know the truth.

We all do.

“No, Betty,” my tone is neutral. I force myself to bite out, “Thank you.”

The way she bites her lip before giving me a small smile does nothing for me. She opens her mouth as if to say something, but then she turns away.

It’s only once she leaves and the door closes behind her that I feel like I can relax. My eyes are locked on the door, and I shake my head slowly.

“Maybe it’s time to just let her go,” I muse.

Baker grunts, “She might seem like she’s getting it, but she still is rude as fuck to Oaklynn when she thinks no one is around.”

My head snaps his way, and I glare at him. “What are you talking about?”

He huffs out a breath and looks sheepish as fuck. “Honestly, I forgot about it. But the other night when she stopped in while you were considering killing Hendrix and the guys, Betty had a nasty attitude from the moment Oaklynn stepped off the elevator. Our wife took care of her.”

“The next time she says some shit, she’s gone,” I tell him.

Baker will be the one to keep an eye on things, especially the cameras. Betty opens her mouth and says one more thing to our woman and she’s going to be gone.

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