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I whimper at his words, losing myself to the darkness behind my eyelids, and their touches too.
A soft murmur of words are passed between them, now Russian, then they both laugh softly.
“What do you think?” The other brother asks. “Should we let her come?”
My eyes fly open as he says that, my bare chest heaving.
I roll my hips against his fingers, a small moan escaping my lips at howgoodhe feels against me there.
The expressions on both of their faces darken, but I don’t care. They started this, so now, they’ll need to end it too.
“Yes!” I cry out, my hands going to either one of their wrists, my fingers tightening around them. “Let me come!”
Nikolai pinches my nipple hard, and I moan out in pain.
Mikhail rubs the pad of his thumb against my clit, and I suddenly feel so lightheaded, so ready to break for them both.
“Tell us that you’re ours.”
Mikhail says, a dark look in his eyes.
“Admit that you belong to us.”
Nikolai adds, his expression hard.
I breathe out through my mouth as I shake my head, knowing that I’ll never utter those words.
“Never.”
Together, their breathing changes too, and as if something inside me hassnapped,I realise how big of a mistake I’m making.
I push them both away from me, forcing them to remove their hands from my naked body.
Luckily for me, they don’t make it hard.
I blink, breathing heavy, my eyes darting between both of them.
Was I really going to…?
I shake my head, ignoring that question. Ignoringallof it.
As I ignore the look on their faces—the shock, the surprise, the smirks—I pull the plug, and I let the water drain. I begin to run the bath again, but only so I can wash the shampoo that’s been left in my hair.
I don’t really need to do much at all. Because as soon as I’ve even tried to, they’re there.
Together, they help me clean up.
They speak to me in a mix of both English and Russian, and I shudder each time they glance over at me, offering me nothing but secret smiles on their identical faces.
My mouth becomes dry as I squeeze my legs together.
What is happening to me?
Chapter Nine
Nikolai
The heavy door creaks shut behind us as we step into the heart of the mansion. The main part of our place is filled with warmth, the kind that comes from years of history, of power, and of ruthless ambition. Here, the floors are polished marble, shining under the light of the chandeliers hanging from the high ceiling.