Page 15 of KAI Tortured

“We wait,” Orion responds, not taking his eyes off the prize. He has the same thoughts as I do, except he’s better at keeping himself under control.

We wait.

I’ve had enough of standing, and so, despite everything inside me screaming not to, I take off my suit jacket and drape it neatly over the chair Orion’s sitting on, walk over to the bed, and lie on my back next to her. I’m expecting Orion to warn me, to ask me to move away from her, but he doesn’t say anything.

And Maisy, she takes my hand and slides it across her waist. My arm is twisted in an awkward way, so naturally, my next move is to turn to her and scoot closer. And spoon her. And I do so gladly.

“Hold me, Logan,” she breathes, and sniffles. “Never let me go.”

She wiggles her ass into my crotch and the first thing I do is question her behavior. Is this what life is going to be now? Questioning everything she does? Fuck that.

I pull her closer and grind myself against her. That sweet pussy is all I want, but Orion’s watching me. I usually wouldn’t mind but I’m expecting he’ll have something to say to me. Although, I bet he wants her too.

“Let you go? Not even in your dreams, sweetheart.” I kiss her shoulder, then the back of her neck, and a short, sweet moan escapes her lips. I thought I’d never hear that sound again in my life.

She tries to turn around to face me but I keep her in place.

“Logan, please...”

I pull her closer and slide her on top of my body, making her lie down over me with her back pressed to my front. I want Orion to see her, her need, her innocence. Because I trust her. She didn’t know about being a Slav, but also, I know right now that my cock is doing my thinking for me. That’s why I need Orion.

I slide my hand under the waistband of her panties and immediately, her head slots into the crook of my shoulder as she spreads her legs on either side of my body, giving me access. My other hand goes under her top and straight to her breasts, squeezing her nipples.

The moment I reach her sweet, hot cunt, I voice my approval with a low growl. She whimpers at my touch and her hot and wanton body writhes over mine.

This is all I ever wanted in my life, and what do I do? Hire a hitman to kill her. My agonizing need for her pokes into her back, but I can wait; right now, I want to play with her. I want my sweetheart. I want my Maisy. I run my fingers across her silkiness, sliding them gently from her cunt up to her clit, where I linger, making slow, round movements as she shivers in pleasure.

She’s so beautiful. Feeling her over me is what I needed. I go back down to her honeypot and insert my middle and ring fingers inside her. I glide them out and smear her arousal all over her nub, and her hips immediately start their gyrating dance over me. The waves of pleasure she experiences feel like heaven on top of me. I push my fingers inside her again, feeling the heat of her cunt squeezing me, and lift my head to admire her body while she humps my fingers. Pure bliss.

“Fuck.”

I sense movement and hear Orion’s hiss at the same time. I’d forgotten about him.

“Look at her, Orion. Her body is…” I pump my fingers inside her as her moans fill the room. “…made for us.”

If Orion’s hooded eyes could tell a story, it would be a short one. Most likely, a pornographic one. He undresses as he watches Maisy writhing on top of me.

“Logan. Fuck everything. She’s ours.”

I chuckle at his irritation as my fingers continue their game of sloppy thrusts while with my other hand, I’m rubbing Maisy’s swollen clit.

She arches her back, my cue to change my focus, so I tug her nipples hard, one and then the other, until she moans at me that it’s too much.

She’s trembling on top of me as I finger her, my hand on her clit, rubbing determinedly, while I pinch her nipples beyond her pain threshold. She’s thrusting her hips back and forth against my fingers, focused on her eruption, building up unstoppably fast.

“Logan!”

When her explosion arrives, she whimpers in ecstasy, jerking over me, ripples of pleasure vibrating through her body and into mine.

MAISY

Logan’s hold, together with the gentle touch of his lips on my shoulder, anchors me, despite the tremors that run through my body. I feel another set of lips tracing a path from my shoulder down my arm, compelling me to open my eyes.

When I do, I meet Orion’s gaze. Immersed in the depth of his dark eyes, I’m spellbound as he moves down my body to position himself between my legs. His pecs and six-pack bear tattoos that are too familiar and look so delicious on him. I see the bullet wounds too, a memory of all that’s happened. Wearing only his boxer shorts, he gently caresses my inner thighs, and upon reaching my panties, he carefully hooks his fingers under the waistband and slides them off me in a deliberately slow motion.

I’m exposed and vulnerable, yet I feel distinctively different because this is me, my true self, my essence. He didn’t accept me before. I’m a fucking Slav. And yet, now, here he is. Hungry.

My breasts rise and fall with each erratic breath as Logan continues to play with my nipples under my cami. I’m losing myself again in the throbbing sensation, and now that Orion’s about to do what I think he is, I tilt my pelvis slightly forward.

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