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“No?” he questions, tilting his head to the side. “Pain isn’t a kink you think you’d enjoy? I think I can change your mind, but it’s not something I need, and I’d much rather enjoy you than frighten you.”
“I can’t. I don’t want to,” I stumble over my words, trying to sound forceful, and failing.
“Settle, Malishka. Saying no is your only liberty right now. We may not like it if you do, but we will respect it.”
“You will?” I ask, my brow furrowed.
“Yes, we will. Now climb in, Vik will be back with some pain relief for you in a minute and I’ll text Lev to let him know it’s okay if he joins us.”
Climbing tentatively into the huge bed, my limbs feel heavy, and despite the cream Dimi pushed into me relieving the worst of the pain, I still feel sore and achy. Crawling across the mattress, I head for the edge, planning to curl in my own space.
“In the middle,” Dimi says, stopping me.
“Why?”
“Because I said so.”
It’s such a grown up thing to say and my instant reaction is to snap back like a petulant child. But even in the short space of time I’ve been here, I already know that I won’t win every war I start. I need to pick my battles and where I sit in this massive bed that’s easily big enough to fit six or seven people, isn’t the hill I want to die on.
I still can’t stop myself from rolling my eyes as I shuffle into the middle of the huge mattress and shimmy under the comforter, pulling it up to my chest.
“Here you go, Baby,” Vik says, striding into the room with a glass of water and a bottle of Tylenol.
“Thank you.” Reaching out I take the pills and water from him, quickly opening the bottle and putting four tablets in my mouth.
“That’s too many,” Vik argues, snatching the Tylenol back from me as I drink the water, washing the chalky pills down.
“It’s fine.” I wave off his concern. “It’s Tylenol, not heroin.”
Brow furrowed, Vik kicks off the towel he had wrapped around his waist, his soft dick bouncing free and lifts the comforter.
“Boxers,” Dimi says, kicking his own pants off.
“No. I hate sleeping in anything, plus, Ali doesn’t care, do you, Baby?”
“I—”
“If Malishka is wearing clothes, we’re all wearing clothes, I don’t want to accidentally end up touching your dick when I’m sleeping.”
“My dick is pretty special,” Vik drawls, winking at me. “But I’d rather Ali was playing with it in her sleep than you. Although, I guess you are the one who has a thing for groping Ali when she’s asleep.”
My head snaps to the side and I look at Dimi. “What does he mean?”
“Ignore him, he thinks he’s funny,” Dimi growls, taking up the position to my right and immediately draping an arm around me, pulling me across the mattress until I’m resting with my cheek on his chest.
Opening my mouth, I start to demand an explanation, then decide right now I can’t handle anything else. Vik strides naked into the closet and comes back out wearing a pair of tight fitting white boxer briefs, that do nothing to hide his rapidly hardening cock.
“What are we watching?” Vik asks, and I blink, looking around for a TV and not finding one.
“Where’s the—” I stop talking when the ceiling suddenly opens and a large TV slides down, hovering in the air at the end of the bed.
Lev slowly steps into the room, his eyes scanning over the three of us sitting together in the bed. I brace myself for his anger or disgust, but the only thing his expression displays is sadness.
“We haven’t decided what to watch yet, any thoughts?” Vik asks Lev, easily including him in this oddly intimate moment.
“The new season of that British baking show started a few weeks ago, we could start that?” Lev suggests.
“Ohhh the bake off,” Vik says excitedly. “I love that show.”
