Page 88 of The Life of Anna-Tenth Anniversary Edition: Act 2

Wilhelm’s heart gave a twinge of jealousy, but he pushed it away. It was right for Kurt to be with her. He was young and unmarried. Kurt would be a good husband to her. Wilhelm needed to step into his fatherly role again. That was what she needed. Not a fifty-three-year-old lover. Still, her soft moans aroused him and he turned to retreat to his room, determined to think with the proper head.

He took a cold shower, turned out the light, and lay down in bed, trying to sleep. To have Anna so close and in his son’s bed was proper, but painful. The shower hadn’t done what he had intended it to do, and his cock throbbed with desire for her. He wrapped his hand around himself and stroked slowly, imagining Anna’s sweet body next to him.

A whisper of sound made him open his eyes, and he spotted a slender shape in his doorway, illuminated by the moonlight. He sat up on his elbows. “Anna?”

She stepped forward, wrapped in a robe, dark hair streaming around her face and down her chest. She was a vision of pure beauty.

“Why are you here? Is Kurt alright?”

She smiled and walked slowly toward his bed, untying her robe and letting it fall to the floor. “He is. He thought I should come and be with you.”

“Anna, he is young and good for you. I am an old man.” His voice cracked like a pre-teen boy as he gazed at her perfect breasts, the circles of her nipple piercings glinting in the moonlight that trickled through the curtains. His eyes trailed down her perfectly toned stomach and the gentle swell of her hips and thighs. He licked his lips as his eyes strayed to her bare pussy lips.

“You’re not old, Wilhelm.” She sat gently next to him on the bed. She reached out and cupped his cheek. “I love you both,” she whispered. “I need both of you.”

His cock throbbed at her words. She trailed her hand down his chest and stomach, pushed aside the blankets, and gazed at his cock. Before he could stop her, she bent down and took him into her hot, wet mouth. He fell back onto the pillow and moaned low as she sucked on him. His hand came to rest on the back of her head, stroking her silky hair and whispering words of love. God, he loved her.

“Anna, it is not right that Kurt sleeps alone.”

She looked up at him and backed her mouth off his cock. “I’ll go get him when we’re done, if that’s okay. I want to sleep between you two.”

“You do not have to do—‍” He groaned as she swallowed him down her throat. God, her mouth...

She sucked on him for a few minutes and then sat up. “I want to. I’ve missed you both so much.”

Wilhelm fought within himself. She’d come to him willingly. If he rejected her, she would be hurt. If he allowed her to continue, he would be going back on his resolution to remain fatherly. But her throat made it hard to stay determined. To reject her sexually would hurt her to the core. Sex was her love language.

He tugged gently on her hair and she looked up at him with nervous eyes. “I want to kiss you.” He pulled her up his body and pressed his lips to hers. He would show her how much he loved and cared for her. How much he’d missed her.

Wilhelm rolled her to his side and then onto her back and kissed her and explored her body with his hands. When he reached her pussy, he gently pressed a finger inside and she sighed and arched her back.

“Oh, Wilhelm. Please!” she begged, spreading her legs wide.

“Not yet, Liebling,” he murmured against her mouth. “I must explore every inch of you and see where you have changed since we were last together.”

Two hours later, Anna tiptoed to the other room to get Kurt and found him fast asleep in bed. She turned to go tell Wilhelm and found him right behind her.

“We can stay in here,” he whispered. He kissed her and led her into Kurt’s bed and lay down next to her. She curled next to Kurt and Wilhelm curled his body around her, so thankful that she was his again.

Chapter 51

Alex reclined on his cot along the wall of the cellar, reading. Greg and Erich were playing cards on Greg’s cot. Seth was drawing and Tony napped. A single lightbulb hanging from the middle of the cement room provided the only light and Alex had to position himself just-so on his bed to see the words in the first-edition leather-bound Russian copy of War and Peace by Leo Tolstoy.

They’d been in the room for about a day and a half. It was chilly, quiet, and boring. No window allowed them to gauge the passing hours. Only the silent digital clock on the wall and each man’s breathing gave any indication of the passage of time. No sounds crept through the thick stone walls or heavy steel door. Every time Greg or Erich moved their cards, it sounded as if they were scraping rough metal poles together. Alex could even hear the scratch of Seth’s pencil against the drawing paper.

Enough food sat on the shelves for at least a week, along with several jugs of water. There was even a small, plumbed toilet in the corner. It was a good toilet; no smells escaped once flushed, though privacy was severely lacking. But the men had been together long enough to not be bothered by the sight or sound of one another taking a moment—or more—to relieve themselves.

Everyone jumped at the clack of the bolt moving in the door. It swung open silently and they looked up as one.

“Hello, boys.”

Devin strolled inside and looked around, an amused smile on his face. “Nice place.”

Alex growled, jumped to his feet, and charged the Elder. “Why you fucking?—‍”

Two guards appeared in the doorway, their rifles brandished and pointing directly at Alex. He skidded to a stop, but then grinned at Devin. “You can’t fucking kill me, you bastard.”

Devin tilted his head. “You’re right.” He waved his hand and the guards shifted their aim to the other men in the group. “You’ve lost enough men since you’ve been here. Do you really want to lose two more?”

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