I did, and now he’s standing almost directly in front of me, Roman behind me.
I’m surrounded.
Strength radiates from their bodies, making me warm all over, and their combined energy is so dark and masculine it makes me shiver.
Maybe I should feel scared, but I know neither of them would hurt me. Roman has shown me how much he cares for me, and even if Dmitri sometimes seems to hate my guts, he’s not a psychopath or a bully.
As the two men move closer, each one’s actions perfectly mirroring the other’s, my pulse kicks up, my heart throbbing hard in my chest as goose bumps prickle my skin.
But it’s not because I’m afraid.
No…
It’s because I’m turned the fuck on.
“Your magic will improve when you start believing in it,” Roman murmurs from behind me, the heat of his body seeping into mine even though he’s not touching me. “And when you start taking better care of yourself.”
“Yeah, staying up till all hours trying to kill yourself with homework is not helping things,” Dmitri growls, his voice lower than before. Rougher.
“You realize you two can’t tell me what to do, right?” I shoot back, resorting to bluster while I try to get my focus back. Blood is rushing in my ears, my lower belly dissolving into a pool of liquid heat. “You can’t boss me around.”
“I thought you liked it when I did that.” Roman chuckles darkly.
My clit spasms, and I turn around to glare at him. “That’s in the bedroom, and it’s different, and you know it.”
“Why am I not surprised you like it when he orders you around in bed?” Dmitri’s voice is hard behind me.
I whirl again, still boxed in between the two of them. Before I can stop myself, I spit out, “Yeah, well, I wouldn’t mind if you did either, but seeing as you’re so determined to hate me, I guess that door’s shut for you, isn’t it?”
Everything freezes for a moment.
Dmitri stares at me, surprise flickering over his features. His pupils dilate, making his already dark eyes appear almost black, and I realize what I just said.
Oh my God.
His expression shifts, and he takes a step toward me. I move back instinctively, but only make it a half-step before I bump into Roman, my back pressed against his hard chest.
“You think I hate you, Princess?” Dmitri murmurs, his gaze hot and dark as it slides down my body. “Then you really don’t know me at all.”
I swallow, my mouth dry, my stomach fluttering like a butterfly on speed.
Holy fuck, what the hell is happening right now?
I knew these two men were starting to get along better, bonding over their shared moodiness, but when the hell did they get this close? They’re moving in tandem like a well-oiled machine—or a pair of predators closing in for the kill.
Roman’s hands grip my hips, pinning me against him, and my pulse thrashes wildly in my veins.
I don’t think Dmitri locked the door; we’re still in a classroom, and if anybody were to walk in right now, they’d find the three of us in a very compromising position. But it’s hard to get my rational brain to register that thought when my body is sparking, aching, coming alive.
“You only like it when I tell you what to do during sex, Reckless?” Roman breathes, his mouth right at my ear, his lips brushing against my hot skin. “Fine. We can make it about sex, if that’ll get you to listen to us.”
He rolls his hips shallowly against me, and I can feel him getting hard. My pussy clenches as a wave of arousal crashes through me. Holy motherfucking shitballs. I moan a little, helpless, and I feel Dmitri shudder in response.
“Will you listen to us now?” he rasps, taking another step closer until he’s pretty much pressed up against me. I can hardly breathe. His cock is growing hard too, I can feel it, and I’m so turned on I don’t know if I can keep standing. My knees wobble, threatening to buckle.
Not that there’s any chance of me falling over.
Dmitri slides his leg between mine, and now I’m completely trapped, pinned between the two men. My hands land on his shoulders and Roman takes my earlobe between his teeth, tugging slightly. I whimper.
“You like that.” Dmitri’s lips curve in a hungry, almost vicious smile. “You like the two of us in charge, don’t you?”
Fucking Jesus. I’m panting like a dog in heat, does he really have to ask that right now?
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