When I glance at Dimi, he nods for me to go to Lev, dropping his own towel onto the floor before walking into the closet.
“I want to see you in this dress and know you’re naked beneath it,” Lev purrs, his voice seductive and smoky.
“Okay,” I agree far too easily. The nap, the dreams, and the conversation with Dimi in the bath has all come together to calm me a little. It’s time to admit, at least to myself, that I don’t hate my men. I don’t know them well, and there’s still time for fate to prove how much of an idiot I am, but I can’t hate them, even though they’ve done so many hateworthy things.
I’m still blocking out all thoughts of marriage and babies, but when I think about them; about us, the panic has abated a little and instead I feel a sense of anticipation. When they brought me here, they took control over my life away from me, but instead of being stifled by their rules and dominance, I’m free and that’s terrifying.
I don’t know all of the details about their past, it’s clear that they are not good men. But even bad men can be good to the people that matter to them and it’s clear that I matter to them.
I matter for possibly the very first time, and I don’t want to push that feeling away. I don’t want to push them away. As Lev slides the dress over my head, I lower my arms around his neck and lean into him, burying my face into his neck and hugging him.
It takes him a moment to curl his arms around me, but when he does, he holds me so tight, I can feel his heart beating.
“I love you,” he whispers.
I don’t say it back. I won’t until I feel it, but I squeeze him to let him know I heard.
“I can wait to hear you say it, but this is enough for now.”
When we eventually separate, he picks up a familiar wooden hairbrush, smirking as he strokes his fingers up the handle before he goes to work brushing the tangles from my wet hair. “Do you want me to dry your hair?”
“No.” I shake my head. “Is there a hair tie anywhere, I’ll just put it in a bun.”
“I’ll grab you one,” he says, pressing a kiss to my shoulder before he stands up and heads for the closet.
Dimi takes Lev’s seat behind me, lifting his hand to toy with the thin straps on the black silk slip dress I’d admired yesterday. “I like this,” he says, running his finger tip over my nipple, down my stomach and thigh to where the fabric ends. Blinking at me rakishly, he dips his fingers beneath the hem, writing his name on the bare skin on my thigh. “Is it still a, no?”
“I don’t know,” I breathe.
“Say yes, and after dinner we’ll bring you up here and the three of us will thoroughly devour you. We’ll kiss, lick, and touch every inch of you, make you come over and over, then fill you with so much of our cum, you’ll be nothing more than our sticky, ravished cum slut, every hole abused, but still eager for more. We’ll destroy every last bit of hate you feel, and replace it with us, and by the time you wake up in the morning, you won’t ever question your place here with us again. You’ll be so owned by us; you might even start to understand just how obsessed with you we really are.”
His voice is soft and low and coaxing. He’s barely touching me, just that finger writing his name, then Lev’s, then Vik’s over and over on my thigh, branding them into my skin. If I was normal, I’d shy away from the kind of depravity he just offered, but since I woke up on this island, I’ve felt anything but normal. His dirty filthy words didn’t disgust me, they excited me. I want to feel them all over me. I’ve had sex with all three of them. I’ve had one touch me while the other fucks me, but I’ve never had all three of them touch me at once.
“Will you all… will you all touch me at once?”
“We’ll all touch you and all use you at once.” His hand pushes between my thighs and I spread my legs, welcoming his touch as I nod, so he can see my consent. “One cock in here.” He pushes a finger into my pussy. “One cock in here.” He slides a finger back, finding my ass and pressing down until the tip slips past the ring of muscle. “And one cock in here.” With his other hand, he pushes two fingers into my mouth, pressing down on my tongue.
“The first time, it’ll be me in your cunt, Lev in your ass and then Vik fucking your face. After you come all over us, we’ll fill you up, then we’ll take turns using our cum slut to find our pleasure. You want that don’t you, Malishka? You want to be our precious cum slut queen? You want to be taken over and over and fucked until you’re so full of us, you can’t take any more?”
“Yes,” I gasp, the word garbled around his fingers, but clear enough for him to hear that I’m both agreeing with his words, and giving him my consent all at once.
“Perfect,” he purrs, his eyes hooded as he leans forward, pulls his fingers from my mouth, and kisses me instead.
Dinner passes in a blur of anticipation. I eat a little of everything that’s put in front of me, but I couldn’t tell you what any of it was. My mind is on edge, my body is tense and I’m excited and ready to get naked.
Unlike me, my guys are calm and relaxed, eating slowly as they torture me. “Dessert?” Lev asks, gesturing to the slice of cheesecake Roza just placed in front of me.
“No thanks.”
“Oh, don’t let it go to waste, it’s creamy and delicious.” Vik smirks, eating some off his fork then exaggeratingly licking his lips.
“I’m full,” I grit out, clenching my thighs together to stop the ache that’s been slowly intensifying, since Dimi described exactly what they’re going to do to me.
“Not yet, but you will be,” Vik says, his eyes on his plate as he salaciously consumes his dessert in the most outlandish way possible.
I’d laugh, if I wasn’t so worked up.
“Are you well, Malishka? You look a little flushed,” Dimi observes, arching an imperious brow at me.