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She struggles to swallow fast enough as he pumps his release onto her waiting tongue, but he watches her drink him down before he collects the jizz that’s trying to drip from her chin and pushes it back between her lips.
Like the good little cum slut that she is, she licks his fingers clean, her eyes wide and filled with so much warmth, I never even thought to dream of her looking at us this way. I thought we’d lost her this morning when Dimi shot that guard, but despite her anger, her fear, and her finally seeing who we are, she came back to us.
My entire life I fought not to become consumed with thoughts of revenge, but revenge found its way to us anyway, and soon we’ll be the ones to right the wrongs our families have suffered.
Since my sister faded away, I’ve pictured how I’d end Pavel Orlov. How I’d rip him limb from limb. How I’d abuse him, like he abused Ivanna. But now, I just want him gone. I want him and all of his men dead, so that they’ll never be a threat to Ali. I want them obliterated from the world, and if that means I blow him up instead of dragging his death out, then so be it. Dead is dead and now that’s all I need.
When she orgasms, her entire body clenches so tightly, she drags the cum out of my balls, forcing me over the edge before I even have a chance to try and stop it. Not that I would. We’ve fucked her so much tonight that I doubt she’ll be walking without a limp for a week. Using her like this was decadent and depraved and insane, but it’s almost like us sharing this physical connection has settled something in all of us.
“No more, no more,” she gasps, shuddering and whimpering as both Lev and I slide out of her at the same time.
“No more,” I promise. “Sleep now, Baby, we’ll keep you safe.”
Flopping inelegantly to the bed, she’s asleep in seconds, not even twitching when Dimi slides a pillow under her, raising her hips up, just like he’s done every time we’ve fucked her.
“What’s with the pillow?” I ask.
Glancing down at her, he strokes the sweaty, tangled mess of her hair away from her face. “The day after we brought her here and I said she was dehydrated…” Pausing, he stares down at her again. “I drugged her water.”
“We know,” Lev snaps, rolling his eyes at me.
“Then I had the doctor come and examine her, and remove her birth control implant.”
“Holy fuck.” I laugh. “I stopped watching the recording when you put clothes on her. You had the doctor remove her birth control? She’s going to fucking kill you.”
“Dimi, that’s…” Lev trails off, stumped to articulate just how fucked up what Dimi has done is.
“She is ours, is she not?” he asks, a hint of his Russian accent and phrasing sneaking into his voice.
“Yes but—” Lev starts.
“She is our wife, our future, the woman we stole away so that we could keep her for ourselves.”
“Yes, but?—”
“But nothing. Our wife will bear our children, we’ll breed her, fucking her over and over until she’s so full of us, even God himself couldn’t stop us from breeding her.” His eyes spark even in the dim light of the room.
“She’s only twenty,” Lev argues.
“Yes. But we’re not. It’s time for us to be parents. We found our wife; this is the next step. It’s how we keep her. It’s how we tie her to us forever,” Dimi argues.
“She’ll hate you,” I point out, but my heart is racing and my eyes dip to her flat stomach. We’ve each fucked her multiple times. She could already be pregnant; a tiny baby just starting to grow inside of her.
“She’ll forgive me the moment she holds our child in her arms. She wants a family. We’ll give her one. A big, happy family, one mom, three dads and a houseful of babies that all look like her.”
“When was her last period?” I ask, lifting my head and looking at Lev.
For a second, he looks embarrassed, then he shrugs. “I have the dates saved in my calendar.”
“Look,” I urge.
Rolling to the side, he reaches his cell from the bedside cabinet and taps at the screen. His gaze moves across the screen and I watch as he mentally calculates when she’ll be mid cycle and fertile. “I doubt she’ll get pregnant this month.”
“Start tracking her cycle,” I tell him, reaching out and laying a hand over her stomach. “No one tells her about this. Not ’til after she’s full of our baby.”
“I—” Lev starts.
“No,” Dimi hisses. “No one tells her.”
