Victor shut the door behind him with a soft click, his gaze darkening rapidly from shock to unmistakable, burning lust.

Dom didn’t stop thrusting. If anything, he fucked me harder, hips snapping forward with possessive force as he looked over at his brother with a wicked, triumphant grin.

“Well, well,” Dom growled, still buried deep inside me, grinding slow and filthy. “Looks like we have company, Zoya. Say hello to Uncle Victor.”

I moaned helplessly, too far gone to feel proper shame, my pussy clenching rhythmically around Dom’s cock as another orgasm threatened to crash over me.

Victor’s eyes were glued to where we were joined, his hand already moving...