Chapter 48 Chapter 48 Questions
"He does talk to you...a lot!" Vladimira says, glaring at me from across the fire. "Ivan is hogging you, and we can’t even get to know you!"
Ivan has been whispering in my ear since we came out here after dinner. The sky is dark now, the air cool against my skin. Everyone’s a little buzzed, even after eating, drinks still in hand. Vladimira grabbed Ivan’s phone earlier and put music on, something low and pulsing in the background. I press my fingers into the couch beneath me, tracing the seams. The rough texture grounds me. It always does—gives my mind something to latch onto when everything else feels too loud.
Ivan glances over at her and shrugs. "I didn’t even know he doesn’t talk to anyone. I couldn’t get him to shut up back home. He is so damn annoying..." He nudges me. "What are you wearing? You eat so much junk, you’re ruining the coffee...my favorite...never mind!"
I laugh.
Vladimira mutters, "bitch," under her breath as she lifts her drink. We all hear it.
I chuckle, unfazed. She’s pathetic too. "Is there something you want to ask me?"
"Yeah!" She flashes a sharp, almost sinister grin. "I’ll ask a few questions, and you answer with whatever comes to your mind first."
"Okay." I already know this is going somewhere messy. I can feel it. I glance at Gemma, and she shakes her head slightly, warning me.
"Best sex you’ve ever had?"
"Alek Fedorov!" I answer immediately.
She blinks, confused.
Ivan pulls me closer, leaning into my ear. "You little liar. You told me something else a few weeks ago."
"He is a fucking monster!" Tish adds.
I raise an eyebrow at her. "I like monsters. If he had asked me to move to Russia... I wouldn’t be here." I laugh lightly. "Next?"
"Biggest dick?" Vladimira asks.
"Dragon!"
Gemma chokes on her drink, spitting it out. "Fuck, I forgot about that freak."
Kyle leans forward, drink in hand. "Bigger than Tripod?"
"So much bigger!" Tish jumps in. "He liked to watch!"
"That’s enough! Shut up!" I grin at her, shaking my head.
Dragon liked to watch Gemma and me. He was on different prescriptions—if he stayed hard too long, he’d pass out. It was actually terrifying.
"Dumbest thing you’ve ever done for a guy?"
"Stripped and danced on a pole. Never doing that again!" I cover my face, mortified. I should have lied. I glance at Ivan and lower my voice. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah." He grins. "I like this game."
Of course he does. Vladimira looks like she’s about to explode.
"I still have that video... if you want it," Gemma says casually.
Ivan immediately gives her his phone number, laughing as he does. She smirks. "I’ll send it when I get home. It’s on my computer."
Ivan’s phone buzzes almost instantly.
I look at Vince. "What?"
"It’s my fucking video!" Vincent snaps.
Ashley looks pissed but keeps her mouth shut.
"How old were you when you lost your virginity?" Vladimira asks, not realizing what she just set off.
Vince immediately starts crying—full-on sobbing—and gets up, walking away.
"Question game is over!" Gemma announces, standing. "Let’s give Ivan something he’s never had before!"
I already know what she’s about to do. I glance at Nick, watching him lean back and adjust himself.
"She just wants to kiss you," I tell him.
"You’re okay with that?" he asks.
"Yeah," I say, hiding my smile. "I don’t mind sharing with my friends."
"Ivan doesn’t kiss," Yulia cuts in.
I pinch the bridge of my nose and look up at her. Blonde, brown eyes, pale skin glowing under the moonlight.
"Maybe not you, but he kissed me days before we had sex, so..."
Gemma is already on Ivan’s other side. She grabs my face and pulls me in.
Our lips meet instantly.
Ivan’s friends erupt, shouting, laughing, losing their minds. Ivan’s hand slides under my ass, gripping hard. I pull him in by the chin, dragging him into the kiss with us.
This time it’s smoother. Easier. Our mouths move together, tongues brushing, heat building fast. My heart is racing, pounding against my ribs. My whole body lights up, heat spreading everywhere, goosebumps rising across my skin. The energy, the noise, the sensation—it’s overwhelming in the best way.
I shove Gemma back before I lose control completely. Before I say fuck it and drag Ivan upstairs.
"Fuck," Ivan mutters, catching his breath.
"You just let your girl make out with other guys?" Miroslav asks Colt, clearly entertained.
Colt scratches his head. "I don’t own her. She’s not mine. And there are some things you have to accept if you want to date one of the Wild Four." He laughs. "First, don’t ever fucking tell them no. Second, don’t tell them you love them. Third, don’t act like a jealous asshole." They gave us a fucking nickname.
Gemma suddenly jumps up. "Skinny dipping time!" she yells.
All my friends take off running toward the water.
"I can’t take them anywhere," I laugh.
"You’re different around your friends," Ivan says.
"I have enough personalities to keep you occupied until the end of time." The words slip out before I can stop them.
"Looking forward to it," he replies with a grin.
He lifts me effortlessly and settles me in his lap. His hand moves slowly up and down my arm, sending sparks through me. He leans in, kissing my shoulder, and I make the mistake of looking up.
All the girls in his circle are staring at me.
Not friendly looks. Not even neutral.
Dirty. Sharp. Possessive.
Right. He’s fucking all of them.
His other arm wraps around me, sliding between my breasts, his hand curling at my throat. I gently guide it down to my waist. His men are watching.
Miroslav stands abruptly. "It’s time for us to go."
Ivan barely acknowledges him, waving them off before gripping my chin and pulling me closer. His lips trail from my shoulder to my jaw, then finally to my mouth.
I can hear Vladimira huffing as she walks away.
In the distance, my friends are screaming—loud, chaotic, alive. The water must be freezing. I hear Gemma shriek.
Ivan’s hand slips under the fabric of my dress, moving higher, searching. He pauses when he realizes I’m not wearing panties.
A slow smile spreads against my lips.
Then his fingers push further, sliding inside me.
My breath catches.
He moves slowly at first, then deeper, dragging heat through me, spreading my slickness between my thighs. My body reacts instantly, tightening, aching.
"Do you want to go upstairs," I murmur against his mouth, voice low, sensual, "or are we fucking in front of all your security guys?"