Chapter 106 Chapter 106 Confessions
Ivan unbuttons his shirt slowly while kissing me. I can feel Dimitri behind me doing the same. I stand between them wearing nothing but my chain. Their clothes are scattered across the floor of my room. They both radiate heat, like they’ve been standing in the sun all day and are only now releasing it.
I lean back against Dimitri. His hands wrap around me, his lips still on my neck. His tongue traces slow circles over my skin. Ivan leans back, watching us. Dimitri’s hand tugs my necklace, forcing my back to arch as a moan slips out of me.
Ivan sits on the bed. “Bring her here,” he says, tapping his knee.
Dimitri walks me forward, guiding me toward him. Ivan grabs my hand and pulls me over his knee. His fingers drum up and down my spine. He taps my ass lightly at first. I feel his body shift—his arm pulls back—
SLAP.
He hits me as hard as he can. My skin stings, but I moan.
“Harder!”
He slaps me again, but it’s not enough.
“Dimitri, give him the belt!”
“No—what? Elena, have you lost your mind?” Dimitri asks.
“Yeah, no. I’m not hitting you with a belt,” Ivan says, patting me gently.
“Fucking do as I say or I’m calling Jax in here. I bet he’ll do it.”
“Give me the fucking belt, Dimitri,” Ivan snaps, irritated.
I hear the belt snap through the air before it lands across my skin. Pain explodes through me—I see stars—but underneath it, something deeper builds. I feel the heat between my legs.
“Again!”
Ivan grunts and does it again. My back arches.
“Again!”
He curses under his breath but obeys. This time my body shakes as the orgasm crashes through me. Ivan’s hand moves my hair aside.
I push myself up, standing between his legs. He pulls me onto his lap, straddling him, scooting us further onto the bed.
Ivan slides inside me, thrusting upward. My legs still feel like jelly. The mattress dips as Dimitri climbs on behind us. One knee presses beside Ivan’s, the other between us. He pushes me forward, my chest pressing against Ivan’s as he spits into his hand and lines himself up.
“Fuck, you’re tight. Ivan, pull out a little.”
Ivan shifts slightly, and then they both slide in together, filling me completely.
“Fuck… that feels amazing,” I moan.
They move me back and forth between them, their rhythm building. Ivan grips my ass, controlling my movement. Dimitri pins my arms behind me, holding me upright.
I’m burning. Completely consumed. I feel so full, so stretched, so fucking alive between them. My heart pounds like it’s going to explode, my pulse hammering in my ears. Their grunts and moans fill the room—we’re loud, messy, lost in it.
Another orgasm hits me. Then another.
Ivan jerks beneath me, his head falling back, eyes rolling. Dimitri bites into my shoulder as he finishes, then pulls out and collapses beside us.
I slide off Ivan and drop between them. All three of us pant, trying to breathe. Dimitri turns toward me, cupping my face, his lips brushing mine before pulling me into his arms.
I squeeze my eyes shut as tears threaten. He notices immediately, wiping one away with his thumb.
I should tell them to leave. I want to. I need to.
But the words won’t come.
Dimitri pulls me on top of him, sliding back inside me. His hands grip my hips, guiding me as I grind against him. The friction builds fast, pushing me right to the edge again.
Ivan leans in, pressing me forward until he slips back inside me too.
I look into those cerulean eyes. They’re beautiful—but sad.
I close my eyes, letting the feeling take over instead.
“Look at me,” Dimitri murmurs.
I shake my head. I can not look him in the eyes I will fall apart. I miss him, even while I am with him.
Ivan’s hand slides up my body to my neck, tugging my chain. Sparks ripple across my skin. His fingers tighten around my throat, pulling me back until my spine presses against his chest. His lips brush my cheek, his breath hot against my skin.
“Be with me,” he whispers.
I can’t focus on anything but the way they feel. The pressure. The fullness.
“Fuck… yes… right there…” I moan.
Everything breaks.
I come hard, my body giving out as I lose control. The sensation overwhelms me completely. Ivan tightens his arms around me as he finishes, while Dimitri grabs my hand, intertwining our fingers as he follows.
We collapse together, tangled and breathless.
After a moment, I pull away and get out of bed. I unclip my chain, pick up my dress, and put it away. They sit there watching me move around the room.
I glance at them as I grab my pajamas. I need a shower—to wash away the sweat, the heat, everything.
They’re both so fucking beautiful. Ivan leans forward, elbows on his knees. Dimitri lies back, completely at ease.
And fuck—I want to crawl right back into that bed.
But they need to leave.
“Why won’t you marry me?” Ivan asks.
I pause. I don’t have a real answer. I don’t know why it’s Dimitri and not Ivan. I love them both the same.
Maybe it’s because Dimitri gave me all his attention. We had four months together—time to get close. If I had that with Ivan… would it be different?
I don’t know. My feelings are a mess.
“Why won’t you date me?” I ask instead, turning to him.
“Who are you dating right now?” he counters with a grin.
“I’m seeing Dragon,” I shoot back. “We’re not exclusive yet. Don’t look at me like that. I dated Mason for two and a half months without having sex, and I didn’t cheat on him. There’s only one guy I’ve ever cheated on.”
“Why Dimitri?” Ivan asks, shoving him slightly.
“I don’t know. Maybe it was living with him. Maybe it was having sex six times that day. Or maybe it was the four margaritas.” I exhale sharply. “Or maybe it was Ryan… making me want things I can’t have. Kids. Marriage. Stupid shit like that.”
My throat tightens.
“Things broken girls don’t get.”
Tears blur my vision.
Ivan opens his mouth, then closes it.
“I want you both out of my room,” I say, heading for the bathroom. “I’m going to shower—and when I come out, you better not be here.”