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He comes on a guttural grunt, pushing his cock deep and holding there, the heat of his release burning my stretched and sore muscles.
His weight isn’t on me, but I still feel the pressure of him, his gaze weighted and pressing down on me as he waits for me to open my eyes and look at him. What just happened between us, was raw and intense and harsh. He didn’t hurt me, but he changed things between us all the same.
It takes me longer than it should to force my eyes to open. I don’t really remember when I shut them. Maybe when the stark honesty in his reflected gaze got to be too much? Or when my brain struggled to tie the pleasure he was giving me and the horror of the reason why he was giving it to me together.
Prying my lids apart, the first thing I see is him. His expression is wary, but steely and determined in a way I haven’t seen from him before. His reflection in the artificial light of the bathroom doesn’t showcase just how attractive he is, but I look past the chiseled cheekbones and brutish jaw and instead focus on his eyes.
If they’re the window to the soul, as so many poetic people have suggested, then Lev’s soul is black and marred with death and destruction. That should scare me. It should have me retreating right back under that dressing table and the safety it afforded me on my first night here. But I’m not scared now.
Lev is a dangerous man. But he’s not a danger to me. None of them are. A man is dead, and I watched him die. But even though I should be, I’m not scared of Dimi or the others.
“There she is,” Lev drawls, his voice gruff.
“Who?”
“Our fucking queen,” he whispers reverently. “Now hold on to the counter.”
“What? Why…” My words trail to a squeak as he takes hold of the head of the hairbrush and slowly pulls it out of me, dropping it to the floor at our feet.
Reaching up, he unties the strings of my bikini top and pulls it off me, leaving me naked and still impaled on his cock.
Smirking at me in the mirror, he uses his hold on my hips to keep me in place as he slides his softening dick out of me, letting it fall to his thigh with a wet thud. Immediately, liquid seeps from me and I turn looking for some tissue to clean up.
“No. You walk back out to the pool like the well fucked queen that you are. Shoulders back, chin up, completely unashamed. Knowing not a single person on this island will ever look at you. Even if that fucker hadn’t completely neglected his duties in the most heinous way, his death was needed to send a message. You are completely and absolutely, off fucking limits.”
“I’m not walking through the house and into the garden like this,” I argue.
“Yes, you are. If you walk, I’ll put your bikini back on you when we get to the others. If I have to carry you out of here, then when we get to the pool, I’ll drop your warmed up ass onto Vik’s cock and let him put on another show for whoever has to replace the guard we just killed.”
“I hate you so much right now,” I hiss.
His eyes are feral when he nods. “I know.”
“You don’t care?”
“This is a lesson for all of our staff, one they all need to learn. But it’s a lesson for you too. Now I gave you an order, Alabama, open the door and walk back to the pool.”
Clenching my teeth, I ball my hands into fists, fighting the urge to fold in on myself. If I thought Lev would let me at least keep my modesty, I’d try to cover myself with my hands, but I already know he won’t.
Reaching out, I turn the door handle with shaking fingers, then open it. The house feels silent and I don’t see anyone as I pad down the hallway to the dining room, then through the doors and onto the patio. I fight the urge not to run the last few feet to where the guys are laid back on the loungers like nothing has happened.
Glancing toward the beach, I brace to see a body, but it’s gone, the walkway wet, like someone just cleaned it. There’s a different guard stationed in the dead guy’s place, his back to us, his frame relaxed, feet shoulder-width apart, his hands cupped together at the base of his spine.
“Well, hello,” Vik purrs seductively. “Look at you, all deliciously naked.” Pulling me to him the moment I’m close enough, Vik drags me into his lap, his hand immediately dropping between my thighs. “Lookie here, it seems like our little cum slut received another gift.”
“Let me see,” Dimi calls.
Turning me, Vik spreads my legs, putting me on display for Dimi and anyone else around.
“You’ve taken so much cock today, haven’t you, Malishka? Is your well fucked cunt sore?”
“A little,” I answer honestly.
“Where did Lev fuck you?” Dimi demands.
“Do we have to talk about this out here?” I ask, glancing toward the guard. “I think one dead guard is enough for today, don’t you?” I snap, using my arms to free myself from Vik’s hold. “Someone give me some god damned clothes, before I go ask the new guy for his shirt. But don’t worry, I’ll have him shut his eyes before he gives it to me.”
Dimi’s jaw tics and he looks from me to the guard, who is studiously staring at the ocean, his head moving slowly from side to side as he watches the horizon. “I suggest you watch your mouth, Malishka. We might all be in love with you, but that doesn’t mean we’ll tolerate you speaking to us or making threats like that.”
