Kir
I gently take her chin and turn her toward me. Running a thumb over her lower lip, her mouth opens slightly. Her eyes are heavy-lidded.
Seems I’m not the only one needing some relief.
I kiss her forehead, nose, and cheeks, then brush her lips just enough to tease. It’s not lost on me that when I don’t fully lay my mouth on hers, she groans a little, as if in disappointment.
Hot.
But I have other plans for her pretty mouth.
“Charleigh,” I whisper.
I glance at the bench seat across from me, where my brothers sit, watching intently.
“Yes?” she asks, dreamily.
“Why don’t you get down on your knees here, darling?”
She pulls back and looks at me, wide-eyed with surprise. But a second later, as if she doesn’t even need to think about it, she gives me a shy smile while unbuckling her seatbelt.
And slides to the car floor in front of me.
“Good girl,” I say, running my palm down her cheek. “You know what I want, don’t you?”
She hesitates. Maybe I said too much. Made her think about what she’s doing.
Sometimes it’s best not to think.
I understand the hesitation. She’s with three men who are about to sell her off. How can she not hate us? How is it that she remains so civil? Would she cut my throat in the night if she could? Because I sure as hell would, if I were her.
She reaches for my belt buckle anyway.
After my Clara died, I never thought I’d be with another woman. I couldn’t imagine wanting to, nor did I feel I deserved it. I couldn’t even jerk off for the longest time. Pleasures of the flesh, denied to her now that she was gone, were something I had no right to, either.
If she couldn’t indulge, neither could I.
My self-flagellating tendencies eventually waned, and my desire trickled back, although not the way it had been with her. Which was fine, for a while.
Now, with Charleigh before me, I’m like a man dying of thirst, ready to do anything for a sip of water. God help anyone who gets in my way. I need to unburden myself, and the pretty girl unbuttoning my pants is going to make sure that happens.
The Pakhan would not be happy if he saw us now. If Charleigh is off-limits for Dimitri due to the coming auction, she’s off-limits for us too.
Not that he’ll ever know what we’re about to do.
My pants are open and my dick springs free, thank fucking god. I thought the damn thing was going to be crushed, hard as I am inside my trousers. Charleigh, bless her, reaches into the opening in my boxers and pulls me out, and the view of her slender fingers trying to encompass me is nearly more than I can take.
She studies my cock, sliding her hand over a couple inches of its shaft, then just under the ridge of the head, and tightens her grip. I groan at the pleasure-pain, and while I want to close my eyes and let my head drop back onto the seat, I force myself to watch.
This girl will be gone from my life soon. I want to remember her.
“Go ahead, pretty girl,” I say, my voice coarse, “it’s okay.”
I weave my fingers into her hair and slowly guide her head toward my crotch, pushing my hips to get her mouth on me sooner if at all possible.
She looks up and with her gaze locked on mine, she opens to swirl her tongue around my cockhead. A string of my precum dangles for a moment, and she uses it to lube her hand. Lowering it to the root of my dick, she strokes me there while creating a suction with her lips that is heaven.
Actually, better than heaven, because she’s watching me, watching my reaction to make sure she’s doing exactly what I want. So earnest. So determined.
“Baby, that’s nice. Fuuuuck…,” I groan.
Niko slides up behind her, pushing up her skirt and pulling her panties below her bottom. His palm, smoothing over her ass cheek, stirs something in her. She wags her bum for him as she takes me to the point where my cock bumps the back of her throat.
Love it.
For a moment, I wonder what he’s going to do back there, saving her virginity as we are.
Will he fuck her in the ass? I don’t think that’s really Niko’s thing.
But it’s mine. And she’ll still be a virgin.
Charleigh is pumping on my cock, her little moans adding a nice vibration. Behind her, Niko strokes between her legs. She moves her hips up and down, just like she’s moving her head on my cock, and I watch my brother smile at the view beneath him.
In the next moment, my balls tighten, and while I prefer to hold it a little longer, I explode down Charleigh’s throat. I haven’t come this hard in a long time, and it’s just what I need to bleed off some of the tightness that’s been building around me, binding me like I’m in some sort of hellish straightjacket.
The SUV arrives back at the club. The driver, because he’s a fucking pro, parks and gets out, leaving the four of us alone. Personally, I wouldn’t mind going back inside, but Niko has Charleigh so close, there’s no way he can stop now.
I move to the bench opposite and take a seat next to Vadik to enjoy the view. Charleigh is now bent over the spot I just vacated, her ass in the air and her legs spread wide. Niko is running his fingers between her lips, stroking the length of her pussy, then her clit, and then her pussy again, all pink and juicy and begging for more.
It’s when her head begins to buck and she pounds on the car seat with her fist that he zeroes in on her clit, expertly rubbing it with two fingers. She pushes back for more friction and arches, tossing her head back, and emitting something between a laugh and a moan, or maybe a combination of the two.
It’s music to my ears, hearing her climax, and before she’s done, I have another goddamn hard-on.
* * *
Charleigh
“We have a new room for you to stay in.”
While the elevator to the club’s top floor whirrs, I hold onto its brass railing. My legs are still shaky from the run-in with Dimitri’s gang and then the orgasm I had in the car. Being in close quarters with the Alekseev brothers right now does not make standing any easier. Or breathing, for that matter.
Dark, dangerous sensuality pours off each man. I should be used to it by now. Maybe even immune. And yet every time one of them touches me, it’s like I’ve never been touched before. It’s intensely electrifying. For a moment in time, nothing else in the world exists.
None of the pain, sadness, or betrayal the four of us have in common.
Maybe that’s why I’m drawn to them, and they to me.
Ugh. What must they think of me? Succumbing to the charms of my captors, the ones about to send me out into the world untethered. With no concern for what will happen to me after they fatten their hungry bank accounts. It’s business as usual for them, but a new level of awfulness for me.
How can anyone do something so cruel?
When it comes down to it, I don’t care what they think of me. They aren’t in any position to be judgmental, for cripe’s sake. They are hardly without their own faults.
“A new room? Where? Why?” I ask, when the elevator opens.
What’s wrong with the room I have? And why do I have to think about anything other than going to bed and sleeping for the next two or three days? I’ve never been so exhausted in my life.
I don’t want to change rooms. I don’t want to change anything. Shit, for all I know, I’m out of here this coming weekend, anyway. Can’t things just stay the same until then? Is that too much to ask?
Vadik gestures for me to follow. “When we’re here, staying at the club, the three of us live in a large suite. There is also a guest room. You will stay there from now on. We feel you’ll be safer, closer to us.”
Oh. Well, that doesn’t sound so bad.
Except the ‘safer’ part.
“What do you mean? Am I in some kind of danger?”
Or should I be asking, more danger than usual? The club isn’t exactly frequented by the town’s most upstanding citizens. From what I know, they’re nearly all criminals engaged in illegal businesses like arms smuggling, drug dealing, gambling, and laundering money, not to mention auctioning off women like me. They are never without their weapons, and regularly threaten to kill people.
Given all that, how the hell does moving me to a new room increase my safety? I’ve never been in so much danger in my life.
Safety is like health. You take it for granted until you don’t have it anymore. You don’t appreciate it, nor do you have any idea what it’s like to do without it until it’s too late.
The truth is, I haven’t felt completely safe since my mother died. When she left, it was like she took my father with her. He was still around physically, of course, but he was just really a shell of a human being.
So, I’ve been in a constant state of alert since I was ten years old. Where would my next meal come from? How could I replace my hole-y sneakers? Will I be able to get a new winter coat in time for the first snow?
Is my little sister okay?
I made it through these challenges, figuring out how to navigate a grown-up world well before my time.
But this, this shit I’m now facing is a new level altogether. One I hope most people never have to contend with. The level of uncertainty and constant threat will kill a person.
“I’m fine in the room I have, Vadik,” I say firmly.
He stops and looks at me. “You are staying in the new room. All your things have been moved. This way we can keep a closer eye on you.”
Are they concerned I’m going to get away? Or that someone is coming after me?
A little more information would be nice.
We go directly to the new place without swinging by my old room since I don’t have to grab any of my things.
The suite is a cross between a luxury apartment and a high-end hotel room. Not that I’m familiar with either, I just spend plenty of time on Pinterest looking at fancy stuff.
And it’s gorgeous, which wouldn’t be so unusual if we weren’t in what looks like an old, run-down building in a tired, forgotten part of town.
But incongruity has marked my life since I was dragged out of my father’s shop. There’s no reason for things to start making sense now.
The walls are painted a rich, dark, masculine burgundy, and the central room is furnished with oversized sofas surrounding a thick rug I’d like to dig my bare toes into. A small flame even burns in a gas fireplace, and the walls are hung with large abstract paintings. I’ve never seen anything like it, in person, that is.
I turn to see several doors off the main room, which must be the guys’ rooms, and Vadik points to the one that’s open. Guess that’s mine.
“Have you guys always lived here?” I ask.
Kir laughs. “Hell no. We’re just staying here while we get things settled at the club. When we can spend less time here, we’ll go back to the compound.”
“Compound?”
He nods as he pours a drink and passes it to Niko. “We own a large piece of property that we each have homes on. It’s the same place our parents’ home used to be. Before it caught fire.”