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“Dimi fucked you senseless.” Laughing again, Vik reaches up and tucks a wayward strand of hair behind my ear.
“Are you okay, Malishka?” Dimi asks, curling an arm around my waist and pushing his hand between my legs to cup my sore sex.
“I don’t know,” I answer honestly.
“I’ll run you a bath after dinner.”
“I don’t think I can move,” I confess.
“That’s okay. Vik can get you a robe and carry you downstairs, I want to eat while I look at how thoroughly well fucked you are.” Dimi chuckles.
“I want you,” Vik whispers, grabbing my chin in his fingers and diverting my attention to him. “I’ll be gentle, but I need you too.”
I consider saying no. I’m not sure my body can take more sex, but instead I nod and Vik’s face lights up, excitement following him as he shucks his clothes and climbs back onto the bed.
“Lean back against Dimi,” Vik orders softly.
I let myself be moved as Dimi rolls to his back, then positions me with my back to his chest, my sore butt between his spread thighs.
“Pull her legs wide,” Vik demands, and Dimi hooks his shins beneath my calves and pulls my legs over, putting me on display for Vik as he eagerly strokes his hard cock. “Open up, Baby, I need you to get me nice and wet,” he says, kneeling on the bed and tapping my lips with the head of his cock.
I open my mouth, like a good little slut and he pushes his cock between my lips. I suck on instinct and he pulls back, then pushes back into my mouth a few times before he drags his dick completely out, a string of saliva hanging from the head.
“You ready, Baby?” he asks.
He doesn’t wait for me to answer, positioning himself between my legs and filling me on a slow, gentle slide. A guess a part of me thought he’d just fuck me, but instead he seduces me, kissing my lips, while Dimi massages my breasts and peppers soft kisses against my neck.
I’m not sure how I went from practically a virgin, to lying against one guy, while another fucks me, but here I am.
Vik coaxes my body back to life, fucking me slow and deep, twisting his hips this way and that, until he finds a spot inside of me that makes me see stars. “There it is, Baby, that’s where you need me, isn’t it? I want to feel you come on my cock. I want to watch you fall apart before I fill you up.”
Curling his fingers around my throat, he carefully, gently squeezes, restricting my air, until my head becomes light and I struggle for each breath. “Beautiful,” he whispers reverently, as Dimi’s fingers find my swollen clit and pinch. I come on a garbled scream, my body spasming, like I’ve been hit by lightning and ten thousand volts is ricocheting through my nerves.
Vik follows me over the edge, his thrusts speeding up as he fucks me with wild abandon, until he grunts and I feel the hot burn of his cum inside of me. His fingers relax on my throat, the touch becoming soft and reassuring, instead of restricting, and I wilt. My body melts into Dimi’s beneath me as Vik collapses on top of me, his weight resting on my pelvis, his cock still inside of me.
“Lev’s going to be pissed he missed this.” Vik chuckles, turning his face and claiming my lips with his again.
“Fuck Lev,” I pant.
“You will, soon,” Vik answers, deliberately misunderstanding my words.
“Are you okay, Malishka?” Dimi asks, brushing the hair from the side of my face and reminding me that I’m on top of him, while Vik lies on top of me.
“No,” I answer honestly.
“What? Why? What’s the matter?” Vik asks quickly, lifting his weight from me and staring down at me like I’m about to explode.
“I’m waiting for the regret to kick in. This was a stupid idea; so, it’s only a matter of time before I start hating myself, and then you guys even more.” It’s like I have verbal diarrhea, the truth pouring out of me, my filter well and truly off line.
“What’s to regret?” Dimi asks, his tone confused. But he can’t honestly be that stupid.
“First rule of kidnap club. Don’t have sex with your kidnapper. Everyone knows that,” I say sardonically.
I feel the vibrations from behind me before I hear Dimi’s laugh, a joyful mirth that doesn’t seem to match the usually serious man.
“I love you, Malishka,” he tells me again, still laughing.
“Oh, are we doing this now?” Vik says like an over excited puppy. “I love you too, Ali. I have done since the first time I watched you stand in front of your bathroom mirror and tell yourself you were safe.”
