Chapter 152 Chapter 152 Uninvited Guest
I hailed a cab and made it home before 4 a.m. The city was still buzzing, neon bleeding into the windows as we drove, but I felt miles away from it already. By the time I stepped into my apartment, everything in me was heavy—my limbs, my thoughts, my chest. I took a quick shower, barely washing off the night, and now I’m soaking in the tub, letting the heat wrap around me, trying to let the day fade out of my skin.
I smelled like alcohol, weed, sex, and too much perfume.
Fucking gross.
And still—nothing has really faded. I’m still high, still drunk, floating somewhere between numb and overstimulated. My head leans back against the edge of the tub, eyes half-lidded as I think about what’s ahead.
Twenty-six hours of travel.
Two layovers.
One train ride.
I repeat it in my head like a mantra—it will be worth it. The quiet. The distance. The peace. Hopefully, I don’t lose my mind before I get there.
Music hums softly in the background, something slow and familiar. The bath is full of bubbles, warm water lapping gently at my skin. It should be relaxing.
It almost is.
Then—
The front door clicks open.
And shuts.
My eyes snap open. I sit up slightly, water sloshing around me. The bathroom door is open. So is my bedroom door.
“Tiana?” I call out, voice echoing slightly off the marble. “I’m fine. You don’t need to check on me.”
It has to be her. They have a spare key. They probably came back to check on me.
Silence.
Then footsteps.
Too many.
Too fast.
Before I can even move, the smell hits me.
Citrus.
Leather.
Tobacco.
Fuck me sideways.
Ivan and Dimitri walk into the bathroom like they fucking belong here.
They’re already stripping.
“Get out!” I snap, splashing water toward them. “Who let you in?”
“I picked the lock,” Dimitri says with a grin, like he’s proud of himself. “You need better locks, honey.”
“Don’t ‘honey’ me. Get out of my bathroom. Get out of my apartment.”
Ivan doesn’t even acknowledge me. He’s already fully naked, stepping into the shower like this is routine. Dimitri is slower, unbuttoning his pants, dragging everything off piece by piece.
Fuck.
I haven’t seen either of them like this in a long time.
And my body—
My body reacts instantly, like the little slut in me never left. Heat sparks low, sharp and sudden, like I didn’t just spend the last twenty-four hours with two other men. Like I don’t know better. Like I don’t care.
Everything between my legs pulses, alive and demanding.
My mouth goes dry.
My heart starts racing.
They step out of the shower one at a time, water still clinging to their skin, and before I can even think about getting out, they step right into the tub with me.
The water shifts, rising, bubbles sliding over their bodies.
Thank God for the size of this tub. Jacuzzi, deep enough for three without flooding the damn place.
“Are you still mad?” Ivan asks, arms resting casually along the rim.
“Yes,” I say.
Lie.
“She’s lying,” Dimitri adds without hesitation.
“Am not.”
“You are,” he says, leaning in and tapping the tip of my nose. “Your nostrils flare when you lie.”
I swat his hand away.
“What was it that had you so pissed off?” Ivan asks, moving closer. “I didn’t appreciate all that directed at me.”
“Stay there,” I warn, lifting a hand. “It was you. Both of you.”
“A lie again,” Dimitri says lightly. “It was a combination of things. You were just the easiest target.” He laughs at Ivan.
I hate that he’s right.
Nick’s mother at the grave.
My birthday. All the guys on me.
Mike—awkward, empty, wrong.
Gemma pushing me, stirring shit like always.
Everything piling up at once, right when I decided to start living again.
It was too much.
And I’m still not over either of them.
Especially not Ivan.
Especially not what he said.
But I don’t bring up Vladimira. I don’t bring up the baby. The baby that is not supposed to be there. It all feels surreal, like something that didn’t fully happen.
“Relax, dushichka,” Ivan murmurs.
At some point—when?—he’s moved behind me. His body presses against my back, heat seeping into me. Hard chest, hard everything. His hands settle on my shoulders, strong, grounding—but his fingers start drifting lower.
Too low.
I shift away, but he catches me easily, arms wrapping around me like a cage.
Warm.
Solid.
Familiar.
Dangerous.
Dimitri laughs, watching me struggle like it’s entertainment.
“Why are you guys here?” I snap. “I want you to leave.”
“Do you, though?” Dimitri asks.
“I thought,” Ivan whispers against my ear, his breath hot, sending goosebumps down my spine, “if I’m fucking my hand tonight, you’re going to watch. And I’d bet everything I have… you’re going to want to touch me.”
“You wish,” I shoot back, slipping out of his hold—
Only to land straight into Dimitri’s arms.
My body betrays me instantly, melting back against him like it remembers everything too well.
I lean into him despite myself, my head falling back as my eyes land on Ivan.
His hand disappears beneath the water.
His arm flexes.
His lips part slightly.
My breath catches, watching the water move with him.
Dimitri’s hand slides between my legs. Reaching, finding, moving inside me. Fingers curling.
My whole body jerks.
His lips brush over my shoulder, but I can’t focus on him—not fully. My eyes are locked on Ivan, watching every subtle movement.
“Don’t you dare fuck up my bath water,” I say, my voice cracking as Dimitri’s fingers pick up speed.
“Oh yeah?” Ivan murmurs. “Then I guess you’re going to have to come over here and catch it. Or I’m finishing right here, Elena.”
He reaches forward, grabbing my foot, dragging it toward him—
Pressing it against his hard dick.
Fuck.
My head spins.
I’m going to come right here between them, after two days of saying I don’t want this.
“Every time you talk, she tightens,” Dimitri groans behind me. “Fuck… she’s doing it for me too. I love you, Elle.”
“Fuck you.”
“You will,” he whispers, biting down on my shoulder.
The edge hits me hard, fast—too fast. My body tenses, teetering right on the brink.
Then Ivan grabs both of my legs and yanks me toward him.
One swift movement.
He slides in—
No hesitation.
No resistance.
And that’s it.
Everything shatters.
My vision blurs, white-hot, overwhelming. My hands fly to his shoulders, gripping hard as the orgasm tears through me, violent and unstoppable.
He pulls me up into his lap, holding me there.
“Ride it out,” he grunts—
And then his lips crash into mine.