Daddies Brat

India

Within seconds of stepping inside the limo, all of them shed their bow ties and jackets, tossing them aside. “Having second thoughts?”

Tomas’ question brings my head around as he flicks on a dim light that fills the spacious interior of the limo.

The driver pulls out of my father’s driveway. I spy a blacked-out partition that keeps the driver’s prying eyes from us.

Second thoughts would mean I had any to begin with. Right now, I want to be numb to everything. Thacker, my brother, the pain and the damn code taking over my life.

“Second thoughts are the furthest thing from my mind right now.”

Maksym takes my hand in his larger one. “We have a few questions. What can you tell us about this Thacker?”

I watch the city pass over his shoulder as I consider my answer. Maksym is all business and I can see the banked fury in his eyes even in the dim confines of the limo. I’m pressed between both with Stefan sitting across from me and I have to say, Thacker is the last man on my mind.

I give them the billionaire’s backstory and his thoughts on what he wanted to do with me.

“You would think my father promised my hand in marriage to the man with how possessive he acts toward me. Every time my family throws one of these galas I’m stuck dancing with the man because my mother wants access to all his money for one charity or another. Somehow I think he translates that to having a direct line to owning me.”

Anger flashes in their eyes and I suddenly feel like I’ve thrown my mother into the lion’s pit.

I quickly move on. “Tonight, you stuck it to him.” I squeeze Maksym’s hand. “What you guys said tonight. I’ve wanted to say to his face forever. I guess I am just too scared to stir the waters. Thank you for sticking up for me,” I say feeling ashamed I could never do it for myself.

Tomas interlaces our fingers and presses our palms together.

My lips part as he finds the back of my hand.

“You never have to thank us for protecting you. You’re ours and that means you never have anything to fear.”

“A man who puts his hands on a lady without permission automatically needs a kick to the nut sack.”

I smile at Stefan. “Agreed,” I say breathlessly, liking the casual use of the word ours more than I should.

“I think she likes the sound of being ours.” Maksym, as if reading my mind, pulls me across the expansive leather seat to rest against his broad, muscular chest. The small movement makes my breasts pop forward and Stefan and Tomas’ hungry looks tell me they appreciate the view.

I’ve lived off my brains and high IQ all my life. Overthinking and rehashing every thought I have until I come up with the best approach is second nature. But right now, tonight I wish I had an off switch.

Maksym’s warm breath brushes against my neck as he nuzzles my ear and I groan, pressing my thighs together when his lips make first contact with tender flesh. He nips and licks his way down my neck and slips the strap of my dress off.All content is © N0velDrama.Org.

I don’t realize he’s undone the small tie around my neck until the slight movement causes the bodice to slip and my nipples pop free.

“Sweet fucking heaven,” he groans.

I whimper too shocked by the feel of finally having his kiss on my body again to do much else other than enjoy the moment.

Tomas slips his hand from mine. “Look how sweet she looks. Tender and ready to be thoroughly dirtied by her men.”

“I told you she would be sweeter after being away for so long.”

Tomas brushes my exposed nipple with the back of his knuckles and I arch into his touch with a whimper on my lips.

“Mmm.” I shudder.

I reach behind me and slip my fingers into Maksym’s hair and pull his lips close.

“Beg us, malyshka. Beg us to make you wet and then fuck that tight, sweet little pussy with our big cocks.”

“Please. Yes. I want you.”

One little movement and my dress slips fully open and Tomas’ hands are sliding in, touching, caressing, stroking. A glance tells me Stefan is sitting back and enjoying the show.

Oh my God.

I could die right now. But then again, I would miss having them spread my thighs and take every inch of my body.

Tomas’ hand slides up my smooth thigh and when he drags the material of my dress over my left leg Maksym leans us back where my bare lips and nearly wet pussy are fully exposed.

My whole world blurs at the edges.

I moan and grind my hips when Tomas leans forward and blows hot air against my throbbing clit.

Stefan reaches across the limo and frees my other nipple as Tomas parts my thighs with his big shoulders.

“Spread these sweet thighs for me, my love.” He’s slipped onto the expansive floor of the limo and I know for as long as I live, I’ll never forget this moment.

“Just like that, my sweetness. That’s it, spread those legs and let him see all your wetness.”

Stefan. Fuck I could come at the mere sound of his deep voice. Shadows cut across his face but I don’t need to see his eyes to feel the fierce burning of his desire.

Maksym scoops my breasts free and I softly cry out when his hands glide over the soft slope of my breasts, move lower, and pinch my nipples.

“So fucking dripping wet. You get wetter every time he plays with your beautiful pink nipples. Do you want to see how wet you are for us?”

Oh, God.

“Please, yes.”

Apparently, those are the only two words I can manage at the moment.

Maksym’s teeth rake across my shoulder and I nearly lose all the selfcontrol that is keeping me from begging them to fuck me hard and fast. I’m on the thinning edge, and much more and I won’t be able to keep my thoughts to myself.

Tomas spreads my lips as Stefan comes to kneel in front of me. He reaches down my body and drags his large finger through my juices.

I want more, but they are drawing it out. Teasing me.

My core clenches and I try pressing my thighs together but Tomas’ strong hand prevents me from moving.

I dig my nails into fine linen and muscle tenses beneath my hands.

“Easy, malyshka. Easy.” Maksym’s voice from behind me has me moaning. Knowing he’s watching his friend spread my pussy lips and swipe their fingers through my sticky wet juices has me soaking the seat beneath me.

My lashes dip and I cry out, unable to swallow back my need to feel them in me already. They’ve barely touched me and I’m more alive now than in all our previous times together.

“Open those beautiful eyes for us and watch as Stefan devours your sweet honey.”

Stefan brings a hand up and I can see my juices coat his finger.

He cleans his middle finger at the same time Tomas sucks my aching clit between his warm lips.

It’s like nothing I have ever felt. So good, dirty and so very very much what I need.

Tomas moves for Stefan to gather more and when he comes back with a dripping wet finger coated with my arousal, I eagerly open for him. When he slips the pad of his finger over my tongue an eruption of fire boils through me.

“You like that, huh,” Tomas asks, his lips moving against my swollen clit as he peers up my body into my eyes.

He’s so right. Suddenly his fingers push into my wet channel, spreading me open as he works in another finger.

“Fuck,” Maksym groans from behind me. “Give her more,” he urges Tomas, who slides a third finger into my dripping pussy.

The sudden wicked pressure forces my heels to dig into the plush leather of the limo’s seat. Only then do I realize one of them slipped off my shoes.

“Do you always go without panties?”

I can’t think about Stefan’s question. Not really. Not when Tomas drags his thick, wet tongue from my pussy to my clit.

I pant, my chest heaving with the need to come and not come all at once. I never want this to end.

“Just tonight.” I groan.

Stefan chuckles and Tomas takes my ass in his hands.

“Did you hear that? Just tonight. Like our queen knew we were coming and wanted to be ready for us.”

“I know you’re dying to come on his face, aren’t you?”

I watch Stefan pop the buttons on his shirt and reveal his impressive physique. His chest rises and falls with every deep breath. Do I affect him as much as they do me?

Only one way to find out.

“Yes.”