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“You both fucked her?” Lev asks, ignoring her and looking at me.
“Dimi fucked her cunt and then her ass. I got a taste of how her mouth feels around my dick and then I filled her cunt with my cum.” Smiling, I wrap my hand around Ali’s thigh when she squirms uncomfortably.
“Huh,” he says, glancing at Ali, then turning away.
Her entire body stiffens and I glare at the side of his head, ready to stab him with my fork if he ruins this for us, just because he’s jealous and on the outs with her.
“Ignore him,” I coo, turning in my chair and cupping her cheek with my free hand, while I slide my fingers up her thigh, pushing her robe out of the way and exposing her creamy thigh to my view.
“Vik,” she says, my name a warning.
“We should show him what he’s missing,” I whisper, parting her folds and gently pushing a finger into her wet heat.
“Vik,” she gasps, the slight whine in her voice reminding me how sore she is.
“Sorry, Baby, after dinner we’ll run a bath and let you soak some of this soreness away. But your body needs to get used to how often we’ll need you.”
Her eyes heat, and then she grimaces and I watch a fresh bout of guilt about choosing to fuck us settle over her. I hate the way she’s feeling right now. I hate that being with us has hurt her, but there’s nothing I can do to change the way she feels, at least not right now.
Pulling my finger from inside of her, I lift it to her mouth and then push it between her lips. “Taste how good the three of us are together. Fucking perfect, Baby, no shame and no guilt allowed.”
“Drinks,” Roza announces, carrying a bottle of wine in one hand and a glass that’s already filled in the other. Placing the full glass in front of Ali, she pours wine into mine, Lev’s, and Dimi’s glasses before striding away, muttering beneath her breath.
“What’s that all about?” I ask, amused as I watch her retreating form.
“Probably the fact that it stinks of sex in here and Alabama’s only wearing a robe. You know Roza likes us to be more formal at dinner,” Lev snaps.
Ali’s shoulders droop and her chin dips, her gaze now focused on the table.
“Enough,” I growl, glaring at Lev. “We get it, you’re pissed and jealous, but do not take it out on Ali. That’s not fair and you fucking know it.”
“She thinks we ruined her life. She hates it here, and she hates all of us. If you think fucking her changes any of that, then you’re a fucking idiot and she’s delusional. Bringing her here was a mistake.”
I’ve known Lev my entire life. I don’t have a single childhood memory that doesn’t involve him, and this is the first time that I’m looking at him and have no idea who he is.
“I’m not really hungry anymore,” Ali says, pushing her chair back and standing.
“No. Fuck him. Don’t let him drive you away just because he’s being a petty little bitch. Eat with us, then we can have that bath and watch a movie in bed.”
“I shouldn’t,” she starts. “He’s right. This isn’t what I want, and I am delusional if I think sex and orgasms can change anything between us.” Pulling away from me, she rushes back into the house.
Exhaling slowly, I stand up and push back from my chair, slowly circling the table until I’m directly in front of my best friend, my brother. “What the fuck is your problem?” I snarl.
“It’s not real, Vik. She hates you and she always will.”
“Of course she hates us, but that doesn’t mean she always will. I am in love with that woman. I have been for over a year, and today she gave me a little bit of herself. We stole her life from her, then we stole her from her life and we dropped her here and told her this is it. This is her present and future and there’s nothing she can do to change it. It’d be more fucked up if she didn’t hate us. But just for a little while today, she accepted this, she accepted me and Dimi. She asked him to fuck her. She. Asked. Him.”
“What?” Lev asks.
“Oh yeah, he didn’t manipulate her into it, she asked him to fuck her. It’s bad enough that she feels guilty for enjoying it, and shame for asking for it, and confused because she doesn’t hate us quite as much as she did before. But then you, you fucking asshole, behave like she did something wrong, and then you tell her that bringing her here was a mistake, when just for a split second she was starting to not feel like this was a fucking prison.”
“Bullshit,” he snaps.
Seeing red, I pull back my fist and punch him in the face. His head swings to the side and I brace, expecting him to retaliate, but instead he just stares at me, his hand moving to his jaw and rubbing at the spot I struck.
“I deserved that.”
“Yes, you fucking did, you deserve more than one.”
