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I grip a fistful of hair in my hand and tug.

“Going... cum... pretty girl...”

Her bright blue eyes widen as the first rope of cum hits the back of her throat and she finally lets me pull her off of me. I’m too late, though, and some dribbles out of the corner of her mouth, while I shoot cum onto her cheek, her neck, her chest. My body shakes violently with the intensity of the pleasure.

I have never come like that before.

Feeling guilty, I whip my shirt off and kneel beside her on the floor, tenderly wiping my cum off her cheek and chin, her neck and chest.

“I’m so sorry,” I say, chest still heaving. She shocks me by gripping my wrist and then sticking her tongue out, swiping at the corner where I may have missed some.

“Christ,” I whisper, realizing just how completely fucking floored I am by this woman.

“Did I do good?”

I collapse onto my ass, wrapping my arms around her and pulling her into my lap with a chuckle.

“Jesus, woman. I think you sucked my soul out of my damn body,” I admit, not so proud I have to act like it was nothing.

She giggles, her chest vibrating against mine.

“That’s enough for tonight,” Roman says, sexy authority lacing his voice.

Tati whips her head in his direction. “But I don’t want to stop.” How someone can sound so sexy, and so innocent at the same time should be studied: the Tatiana Chernov Effect.

Roman groans and runs a hand down his face while the other grips his shaft. I love knowing that they’re turned on by what she did to me. I don’t know if it’s some sort of sick competition or pride, but I love it nonetheless.

“Are you achy, baby girl?” he asks.

She nods sweetly and says, “mhm.”

“Fuck.”

Chapter twenty-two

Tatiana

My pussy aches, and my panties are flooded. I had no idea going down on someone would turn me on so much, but watching the effect I had on Lev while he was in my mouth was addicting. I felt powerful. Maybe for the first time in my entire life - except for when I’m riding. When Juliet and I are in perfect sync, flying across an open field, I feel invincible. But that feeling comes from within - from years of practice, honing my skill, of learning to communicate with Juliet flawlessly, and the feeling of flying.

I’ve never felt in control of another human being before. Or powerful when it came to someone else. I’m always the dinner party accessory, the doll to be dressed and placed and paraded out for my parents whenever they wanted me to.

But even though I’m on my knees for Lev, I know that I’m the one in charge. Watching the tendons of his neck strain under the pressure, watching his nostrils flare and his chest heave - I know that if I got up and walked away, I totally could. I am in charge of his pleasure. I am commanding his body. And he 's letting me.

I’m starting to think that these men have been in front of me this entire time, but I was so busy looking for forever, looking for perfect, that I missed the men right in front of me. In my mind, they were always off limits, so I shoved them neatly into a box labeled “not the one” and left it at that. But the way Mik kisses the breath out of me, the way Roman couldn’t help but touch me, the way Lev so easily gave into my idea of a free-for-all... makes me realize they’ve been much closer to breaking than I ever knew.

I feel bad for not seeing them that way until now, but I’m eager to make up for lost time.

Knowing this entire thing has an expiration - tomorrow, two years from now - eases some of the pressure I have to be perfect and do everything right. I trust these men with my life. I know they’re not going to judge me if my blow job technique is clumsy or I don’t know what I’m doing in bed. It’s a perfect scenario. I can learn from them, get all of my wild oats sown, and then be ready for my future husband with a confidence I don’t have right now because I don’t know what I’m missing.

I let out a surprised “oof” when Lev wraps his arms around me and carries me to the middle of the mattress on the floor.

And, honestly, what girl is lucky enough to lose her virginity with three gorgeous guys, in a charming cabin, in the middle of the woods, beneath a romantic fireplace? It’s like that scene from Beauty and the Beast where everything changes, and Belle shouts back at him for getting hurt. Except make it three beasts and sexy times.

Lev tugs my sleep shirt over my head, and my arms instinctively wrap around myself to cover. I’m not insecure about my body at all, but I’ve also never had someone see me naked like this. Lev sees it, and it gives him pause.

“Are you okay with this? I’m sorry... I didn’t ask...”

I like this version of Lev. He’s sweet and considerate. I understand why he doesn’t show this side often, but I really like this side of him. And I think I like it more that maybe I’m the only person he shares this side with.