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I’ve been awake for a few hours, trying to get everything ready for Christmas.

After yesterday's shit show, we wanted to do something for her today.

I instructed Saint to stay in bed with her while I arranged the last gifts under the tree and organised the table with the food he had prepared last night while she was asleep.

I’m not a sweet man. Growing up in the Bratva makes you that way.

But for her… I’ll be a fucking sweet treat just to see the smile on her face.

As I put on the final touches, I glance at the glowing Christmas lights, ensuring they illuminate the room before heading back upstairs.

Halting in my steps, I find support against the door, my eyes fixed on the mesmerising sight in front of me.

“Saint. Please,” she begs.

“What do you need, Kukla? 1 ?”

“Harder.”

As she bounces on him, the fairy lights looped around her neck cast a soft glow against the darkness of her collar.

And fuck me if I don’t love to see my collar snugly wrap around her neck. Never once did she ask to remove it.

“Enjoying the show?” My twin smirks as he firmly grips her hips, his hands leaving faint marks on her skin as he intensifies her movements on top of him.

“Sinkler,” she moans, her head tilting back.

Fuck. There’s something about the way she says my name that triggers an automatic response, making me react without hesitation.

“What do you need, pet?”

“You. I need both of you.”

As I pull down my joggers and take my T-shirt off, I climb onto the bed, my throbbing cock now fully exposed in front of her.

“Then show me just how much you need me.”

Without any hesitation, she opens her mouth and engulfs me completely, leaving me with a sense of awe.

Despite her bouncing on Saint, she manages to take me deep with each motion, causing my cock to hit the back of her throat repeatedly.

“Fuck,” Saint groans. “She’s clenching around me as if she is trying to extract every drop of my cum.”

She lets go of my cock for a second, depriving me of her warmth to face him. “I thought you wanted me pregnant,” she taunts.

“Fuck!” he grunts, ready to lose it.

I know he’s already imagining her with a swollen belly.

She turns back her head to take me back into her mouth, but I take a step back.

“You’re right. We want you full of our seed.”

I walk towards the bedside table and reach for the lube. Kneeling behind her, I open it and apply it to my shaft as Saint gradually eases his pace. I gently apply pressure on her back, heightening the intensity.

“Breathe and relax,” I advise.

“You already took my ass,” she pants, which makes me chuckle.

“Oh, but baby, I’m not gonna take your ass.”

“What—” she stammers, her breath catching as she feels the pressure of my cock pushing against my brother’s.

I could enter her with one forceful push, but I want to explore every inch slowly.

It’s the first time she’s taking us both into the same hole, and I want her to remember that we are claiming every aspect of her first time.

While her first kiss may not be ours, we possess all her other firsts.

She’s belonged to us since we were 11 and will be until death do us part.

She’s our fucking Koroleva? 2 , and no one will touch her ever again.

As I push further, her fingers dig into Saint’s shoulder, turning almost white from the tight grip.

“Breathe, Zayka? 3 .”

I’m so hard that it’s excruciatingly painful.

“Easy to say when you’re not th–”

Her scream reverberates through the air as I push deeper, her slickness already coating my arousal while my twin’s pulsating dick presses against mine.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

The powerful sensation of our dicks sliding against each other as I enter her pussy completely is fucking unreal.

“Oh my god,” she cries out.

“Mother fucker,” Saint growls. “So fucking tight now.”

I second this.

“You want your pussy full of us?” My hands instinctively grab onto her nipples, eliciting a grunt from deep within me as I pull on them.

“Y-yes.”

“Da? 4 ? What about your cunt full of our cum? What do you think, Saint?”

“Fucking yes! That’s how you should be, Kukla. Always full of our cum. I won’t let a day go by without you being full of us. Without you growing our child.”

Fuuuck. She likes it. She wants it.

She squeezes around us so tightly that I’m already ready to explode.

“Oh my god. Please.”

Saint grabs the fairy lights around her neck, their soft glow illuminating their embrace, as he brings her closer to lean against him. He playfully nips her lips before whispering against them, “You’re so fucking good for us, Kukla. The perfect doll. You belong to us,” he declares firmly, “and I’ll make sure to show it every fucking day.”

“I love you,” she tells him before letting out a loud scream as my hand lands on her ass.

“Jealous much?” Saint’s laughter fills the room as he intensifies his thrusts, causing me to groan louder while feeling the increased pressure of his cock against mine. “You shouldn’t be, brother.”

Wanker.

“I love you too, Kukla. But you better come and fast because I won’t last long.”

“I… I…”

Fuck, she’s there, but she just needs a little push.

“Bite down and tug on her nipple,” I instruct my twin as my thrusts become more intense. “Come for us, little prey. Come for the monsters you created.”

As anticipated, it does the job, and she breaks apart between us. Her head snaps back as a piercing scream escapes her mouth. Adding to the intensity, my hand finds her clit, and I caress it in circular motions, applying some pressure, causing her to scream even louder. Her wetness intensifies as she contracts against our shaft, unleashing a torrent of squirting unlike anything she has experienced before.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” Saint’s cock pounds against mine, his powerful growls echoing through the air, intensifying the pleasure until I reach my own climax.

“Happy,” thrust . “Fucking,” thrust . “Christmas.”

“You both did that for me?” Harper’s eyes darted back and forth between us and the Christmas tree, which was overflowing with presents, tears welling up in her eyes.

Seeing the happiness in her eyes makes everything worth it.

With a leap of excitement, she throws herself into Saint’s waiting arms, twirling and giggling in delight until she jumps into mine.

“Thank you,” she whispers against my lips.

“It’s nothing.”

“It is,” she insists as she slides out of my arms. She nibbles her lips, and I know she wants to add something. “People are not going to understand or accept it. And what are we going to say about Dimitri?”

“We already told you we will protect you, no matter what. Don’t worry about others. Nobody would dare to have the Mikhailov family as their enemies.”

And I’m not lying. We’re a powerful family.

Her tension seems to dissipate as she nods, and she tiptoes towards me until our lips meet again.

“I love you.”

My lips crack into a small smile.

I’ve been dying to hear those words.

“You’re the ruin I’ll never stop craving,” I whisper against her lips. “I love you too, Zayka.” I tap her ass with a smirk. “Now, go open your presents.”

“But I didn’t buy you anything,” she argues.

I arch my brow and look at her from top to bottom.

For today, I allowed her to wear clothes, although the tiny pyjama shorts and tank top she’s wearing make her appear almost naked.

“I just need a bow to put on you, and I have my present.”

“Never satisfied.” She giggles.

“With you? Never. Now, go open your presents.”

My phone vibrates in my pocket as she runs towards the tree.

I wasn’t lying when I said we don’t have any connection; the router only works for one person, so I know who’s calling.

“Arkadi? What is it?”

“Naslednik? 5 Sinkler. I need you and Naslednik Nikolai to be on a phone call. Alone.” He knows he shouldn’t be contacting us except if it’s urgent.

“Nikolai!” The use of his name triggers an immediate tension in him. He kisses the top of Harps’ head, murmurs something, and then heads towards me.

He follows me outside as I put the speaker on.

“You can speak.”

Arkadi sighs on the other side of the line. “Pakhan? 6 Iakov Mikhailov has been murdered.”

That makes us both tense. Who the fuck killed the old man before we could do it ourselves?

“Who?” Saint’s voice rages beside me.

“Matvei Cole.”

“Wait a minute.” I pinch the bridge of my nose. “Harper’s biological father killed our dad? What was the motive?”

A long second stretches by before he continues. “Doch Pakhana ? 7 is the reason. I guess they both had a deal regarding Doch Pakhana Harper.” He sighs again. “Russia sent me the surveillance camera footage. That’s how I recognised him.”

“Thank you, Arkadi.”

“Nasledniks, I regret to inform you that it is imperative for you to return immediately to assume your rightful position.”

We knew it would happen sooner rather than later.

“How is Chloe?” asks Saint.

“She’s shocked, but she’ll be fine. I’ll make sure to bring her back to the country, where I’ll provide her with the care she needs.”

“Thank you, Arkadi.” I glance at my twin, and he sighs. That wasn’t the plan.

“Nasledniks, enjoy Christmas, and I’ll be waiting for you once you come back.”

“Thank you, Arkadi. You too.”

We hang up and glance at each other.

“Well, I guess the asshole had it coming,” he groans.

Yeah, he did.

“Let’s enjoy today and not say anything to Pips. Her world is already turning upside down,” he suggests.

“Be ready to be called Nikolai now.” I grin.

“Shit,” he groans just as the door opens.

“Is everything okay?”

I glance at her baby blue eyes, filled with love and fuck; I love her.

“Have you opened your presents?” I raise my brow because I know she hasn’t.

“I was waiting for you to come back inside,” she says softly, her cheeks turning a shade of pink.

“You missed your chance, baby sis.” Saint smirks.

“Why?” Her gaze darts back and forth between us.

“Because it’s time for you to run, little prey!” I warn.

“Now?” Her eyes widen. “But it’s Christmas.”

“Exactly. And what better way to celebrate than with you being chased and fucked like you deserve?” I arch my brow as I see a sparkle of desire dancing in her eyes.

“Happy fucking Christmas to us,” Saint sings.

“Run, little prey.”

The end