Page 16 of Tangled Souls (Bratva Souls Duet #2)

OAKLYNN

The ride home is quiet. The lack of chatter doesn’t bother me, it feels safe, like a buffer between everything that went down at Pulse and the sanctuary of home. And there is a lot to process about what happened at Pulse.

Those bitches who thought they could touch my men? They’re lucky they are still alive. I’ve never killed someone, but it was so fucking tempting. I almost allowed the need for vengeance to take over.

It would have been a mistake though. Those women weren’t acting out of their own needs, wants, and desires. They were acting on orders.

I can understand that, but it did nothing to stop the haze of red that descended when I saw the way they were trying to entice my husbands.

The fact that I trust my men saved them, along with the way Aamon had my skeeve-o-meter going off like crazy. He’s slimy as fuck.

No one was surprised when he revealed his link to Mikhail and the Morozov Bratva. A place like Pulse is the perfect place for unsuspecting women to be targeted.

The biggest concern is how they operated within the shadows for so long. If there was an electronic link to be found, I have no doubt that Huck would have found it. The fact that he hadn’t already is concerning.

But now Pulse is out of commission. My men will own it within a few hours and then it’ll become a safer place. I’ll make sure if it if I have to, but I know my men will already be all over it.

When I step into my room, I can feel my men at my back and know they all need to be close tonight. I’ll be surprised if I’m able to go to the bathroom by myself. They’re on edge, but I understand why.

Aamon got away with saying a lot of vile shit to me. They wouldn’t have allowed it if they weren’t trying to give him enough rope to hang himself, which he did. Still, I know it’s not settling well with my men.

They’re more of the pull the trigger first and fuck the questions kind of men. Holding back when Aamon was being a complete dickwad had to be difficult.

I’ll be rewarding their restraint soon. But first I need to peel myself out of these leather pants.

“Pulse is yours,” Kirill’s words have me spinning around to look at him, my mouth falling open in surprise.

“What?” My eyebrows furrow together as I ask, needing clarification. Or to just make sure I’m not dreaming.

“Pulse is yours,” he repeats himself simply.

His dark eyes are twinkling with amusement, but they turn molten as his gaze drags down my body and then back up to meet mine.

His appreciation for my outfit is written all over his face, but I’m sure I could wear a sack, and my men would still want me.

It makes me feel like a fucking goddess which is still taking a little getting used to.

“The club?” I shake my head and laugh softly. “I don’t understand. Why would you give me Pulse?”

He steps closer to me, his hands skimming down my bare arms, his dark eyes intense and focused.

“You’ll take it and make it into something great; I know it.

You have the freedom to do whatever you want.

Redesign it. Rebrand it. Hire a brand-new staff or keep the good ones already there.

I want to see what you can dream up and we’ll make sure it happens. ”

My mind starts to spiral with all the possibilities.

There are almost too many options. It was a nice club, don’t get me wrong, but I do think it could be even better.

Neon lights and a pulsing beat feel a little played out.

There were some women there, but I think we could attract even more.

And that is where the money is. If women feel safe and comfortable, then the men will follow, and they’ll be buying all the drinks.

“Are you sure about this?” I bite my lip, my vision starting to come together in my head and getting me excited. “It could get really expensive.”

Kirill throws his head back and laughs. It’s a beautiful sight; I tuck it away and can’t help but smile. His laughter has become more frequent in the time we’ve been together. I understand the pressure on his shoulders but seeing him let go is a reward I didn’t even know I needed.

“I’m sure, Solnishko ,” his voice drops an octave as his hands reach the hem of my shirt, even though there isn’t a whole lot to it.

“Your budget is unlimited. I know you’ll create a space which will have women flocking to it.

You’ll elevate it from a nightclub to a destination, and it will take you no time at all to make the initial investment. I trust you.”

My eyes fill with unshed tears, and I have no idea why. I know my men love me. I know they trust me. There’s just something about hearing it in no uncertain terms and with so much conviction that tugs at my heart.

“Don’t cry,” he murmurs before pulling my top from my body to find I’m not wearing a bra. “Fuck,” he barks.

Then all thoughts leave me as he lunges for me and his hot mouth sucks one of my nipples into his mouth. He teases it with his tongue and his teeth, bringing it to a hard peak which is straining and begging for more. It’s always like this with my men.

His large hands span my waist and squeeze my hips. It’s the only warning I get before he lifts me up and drops me down on the bed, following me down. I’m very aware that I have way too many clothes on for this. And so does he.

The feeling of the fabric of his clothing against my overheated torso makes me even more sensitive. I can feel my juices flowing and I’m sure that I’ve made a mess of the thong I have on. Maxim tried to talk me into going without, but it wasn’t going to work for me.

“Kirill,” I beg, unsure of what I need exactly.

But he knows. He always does. When his dark eyes meet mine, I can see it. His resolve, love, and a need of his own.

“I’ve got you, Oaklynn,” he whispers after popping off my nipple.

He slinks down my body until he’s on his knees and looming over me as he radiates power and control. But I can make his control snap and his power envelope me. There is nothing quite like when my stoic man loses himself.

Maxim slides onto the bed next to me, his lips ghosting over the skin of my collarbone and moving up my neck. “I’ll be fucking your ass tonight, Zolotse ,” he warns me, “I hope you’re ready. You’ll be feeling me for days.”

“Yes,” I hiss.

Maxim chuckles as Kirill’s fingers curl into the waistband of my pants. His movements are slow and deliberate as he peels the fabric off of me. The way he’s looking down at me is sinister and reverent, a contradiction that has awareness slamming into me.

Nothing that is about to happen will be soft and sweet, but I don’t want it to be.

I lock eyes with Kirill while knowing all my men will know I’m speaking to them as well. “Show me who I belong to,” I demand.

My men growl, the sound reverberating around the room and slamming into me.

Maxim sucks a nipple into his mouth as Baker slips onto my other side, his large hand cupping and squeezing my breast. When Baker pinches my nipple and twists, I let out a strangled sound which is part pain and part pleasure.

“More,” I groan.

And my men deliver. Just like they always do.

A delirious blissful haze descends as I’m moved around and put right where my men want me. Maxim slides underneath me, my back to his front, and our naked flesh tingles wherever it touches. When he got undressed, I don’t know, but I don’t care.

His cock is already lubed up and ready for me. Kirill grips my hips, his touch punishing and possessive, to help me slide down his brother’s cock. The burn and the stretch from him breaching my ass is too much at first, but I lean into the feeling instead of fighting against it.

I want this.

I want them.

“I love you,” I whimper.

My men freeze for a moment as if they are soaking up my words. Instead of their touch becoming sweet and tender, they hold me tighter and force me to take even more.

It’s glorious.

Huck takes the spot on my side where Maxim was before while Kirill kneels between my legs, his eyes locked on my glistening pussy. The longer he looks at me, the more turned on I become.

When Baker taps my lips with the crown of his cock, leaving pre-cum behind, I turn my head and open for him. The groan he lets out as he slides inside my mouth and my lips tighten around his shaft is feral. Just how I like my men.

I know Kirill is going to fill my pussy until he’s balls deep, but now that I’m not looking at him, I have no idea when he’ll do it. The anticipation is almost too much.

Huck bows his head and sucks one of my nipples into his mouth. He plays with it, using the tip of his tongue in a way which has me shivering. Maxim’s fingers tighten on my hips to hold me in place as he pumps up into my ass.

My brain is overloaded with too many sensations. Pleasure starts to coil in my gut, tightening with every movement my men make.

It’s too much.

It’s not enough.

Just when I’m on the edge, my orgasm threatening to push me over the edge, Kirill fills me until he’s buried all the way inside of me.

A scream works its way up my throat, but it can’t escape because Baker pushes himself deeper at that very moment. His growl tells me just how much he likes the vibrations running along his length.

Huck’s fingers pluck my other nipple, twisting it and pinching it just enough to make me squeeze my eyes closed. All I can do is feel and ride this wave, giving myself over to my men.

They’ll hold me close and give me everything I need.

My trust in them is absolute and allows my mind to float in a haze of desire I had never experienced before I met my husbands. It feels like I’m flying and falling at the same time.

As my heart beats harder, my stomach tightens. Someone reaches between Kirill and I, their thumb pressing down on my clit. It could be any of them, my mind too jumbled to recognize their touch at the moment even though I normally can tell the difference between them.

Right now, I just don’t care.

“Oaklynn,” Kirill barks, “come.”

And that’s all it takes. I’m no longer flying or floating. I’m careening.

Stars dance through my mind, blissful and bright. My body locks up and my pussy walls clench down on Kirill, begging him to fill me with his cum. And he responds.

I can feel every jet of his cum filling me, the warmth of his release spreading through me and heightening my pleasure. Baker grunts and I’m swallowing him down.

Maxim starts to move faster and harder as Kirill slips out of me and is replaced by Huck. As Baker slips from my mouth, I gasp for air and look up at Huck who is now looming over me with a smirk on his face.

“You’re messy, Sweet Girl, but we’re not done with you yet.”

“Please,” I husk the word, my throat sore from the way Baker was fucking my throat.

Maxim and Huck move together, making my eyes cross as my back arches. I’m lost. To them. To the pleasure.

Reality feels like clouds between my fingers, evaporating just as I touch them and try to hold on. All I am is feeling. All I am is bliss.

Someone pinches my clit and my body jolts as I’m send spiraling again. Huck and Maxim roar at the same time, filling me with their cum just as my body tumbles over the edge again.

My eyes stay closed and I’m only vaguely aware of Huck and Maxim pulling out of me and resting me back on our bed before I’m cleaned up. I try to open my eyes, but I can’t.

Darkness surrounds me and I don’t get the chance to worry about what comes next. Whatever it is, we’ll face it head on and turn anyone who gets in our way to ash.