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“You’re not a whore,” Vik snarls, his teeth gritted.
“Then what am I, if not a whore? I let Dimi shove his dick in my pussy, then my ass, then I laid back and let you fuck me while his cum was still wet on my thighs. I suppose whores usually get paid, but does that count if they’ve been kidnapped? Maybe instead of prisoner, I should change my title to sex whore.”
Grabbing my legs, Vik hoists them into the air, then pins them back so my knees are almost in my face. His hand lands on my ass with so much force, it pushes all the air from my lungs and I puff out a yelp.
“You are not a whore,” he snarls, spanking me so hard that all I feel is burning pain.
“Then what the hell am I?” I scream, tears spilling down my cheeks as I feel myself break once again.
“Ours,” he yells, dropping my legs and getting right in my face. “We took you and now you’re ours. We didn’t take a hole to fuck, we claimed our wife and you will learn to accept that and stop feeling guilty for letting us make you ours, when that’s exactly what you are and were always meant to be.”
My lips snap shut and I stare up at the furious man looming over me.
“Say it,” he demands. “Say you’re ours. Take your place and fucking own it. No more tears over stupid shit.”
When I don’t speak, he grabs my chin. “Say it.”
“Vik,” Dimi says softly.
“No,” Vik growls, lifting his gaze over my head to look at Dimi. “She’s naked, lying on you, covered in both of our cum. She’s ours.” His gaze drops to me again. “Say it, Ali, right the fuck now.”
“I’m yours,” I whisper, my voice breaking.
“Again,” Dimi demands this time.
“I’m yours.”
“Our what?” Vik asks.
“Your…” I trail off, not sure what they expect me to say. The word whore balances on the tip of my tongue, but I don’t say it.
“Wife. You’re our wife,” Dimi answers.
“Your wife,” I dutifully say, not sure I feel it, but actually preferring it over victim, captive, or whore. Wife comes with a whole lot more expectation than prisoner did, but I’m not sure they’d let me go back to being just their prisoner after today anyway.
“Yes, you’re Alabama Belova, our wife. You live with us, eat with us, sleep with us, and ride our cocks as much as your body will allow. You’re ours, now and forever. It’s time to accept your reality and stop trying to change the unchangeable. I’ll go find you a robe,” Vik says, knocking me metaphorically on my ass with his words, then just getting up and strolling his naked ass away.
“He’s right, Malishka. The only way you’ll ever be free of us is death, and without you, we’d stalk you right into the underworld. It’s time to move forward and stop looking back. I know this is a lot, but we took you from a half-life and gave you a full one, learn to embrace it, to love it, because it’s the only one you’ll have.”
CHAPTER 22
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The three of us smell like sex as we make our way downstairs and into the dining room. Ali’s barefoot and wrapped in the lilac satin robe I fetched her to wear. If I were to lift the fabric and touch her, I’m pretty sure I’ll find a mixture of mine and Dimi’s cum still dripping from her cunt. She’s never looked more fucking beautiful.
Her eyes are puffy from crying, and her lips are slightly swollen from mine and Dimi’s kisses. She’s stunningly ravished and the smile on my lips refuses to fade as I proudly walk beside her, pulling out her chair on Dimi’s right, then taking the one beside her.
Before we came home with Ali, Dimi lived in suits, always perfectly groomed. Shirt free of wrinkles, pants pressed, jacket tailored to perfection. He was the epitome of GQ chic, but to me he always looked stiff and formal. Now, he’s barefoot and shirtless in a pair of low slung sweatpants. His usually styled hair is disheveled, and for the first time in longer than I can remember, he looks relaxed.
I haven’t looked in a mirror, but I’d bet I look equally as chilled out, wearing Ali’s claw marks scratched into my back with smug pride. Lev’s eyes widen as he takes in the three of us, his gaze jumping between us, and finally settling on Ali.
His nostrils flare as the smell of debauchery and sex hits him and I swallow down my laugh as anger and jealousy flash across his face. He and Ali argued earlier. I don’t really know why, although if I had to guess, I’d say Ali got mouthy and Lev got his feelings hurt, because Ali refuses to be happy that we stole her.
I bet he’s wishing he’d kept his mouth shut, because then maybe she’d be dripping all of our cum from her cunt and ass instead of just mine and Dimi’s. Of course, the fucker had to be the first one inside of her. He went up to check on her when she hadn’t come down a couple of hours after Lev stormed back into the office. I don’t know what happened to get them from arguing to fucking, but now that I’ve felt her cunt grip my cock and discovered how unbelievable it feels to spill my load inside of her, I don’t care how I got there as long as I can go there again.
He was stretching her asshole out when I went upstairs to check on them, and heard the noises coming from his bedroom. I was more than happy to lend a helping hand while he got her ready to take him. But I’d be lying if I said I’m not jealous that he was the first of us to claim her.
“I’ll be back in a minute; I need to ask Roza to change the sheets on my bed. I hate to lose the way they smell, but with the way you squirted all over them, and how much we all came, the whole bed is the wet patch,” he says, smirking at Lev and winking at Ali as he strolls confidently out of the room.
