Page 114 of Crimson Flames

I will always wish to have heard her voice, to know which one of us she took after the most. But I have come to accept that she is in a good place now, one where she’s safe.

Nessa told us about her dream; the one where Enya was watching over Aiden, and I think that has brought me the most peace. We have lost so many people in our lives, my parents included, and it helps to think that they are all there for each other beyond the veil.

“What are you thinking about?” Nessa asks me, her hand with the red beaded bracelet squeezing my arm gently.

One of the rare gentle smiles crosses my face as I look down at my girl. She is so beautiful I can’t help but lean in and kiss her.

“Just how lucky I am to have you.”

She blushes, her cheeks turning that perfect shade of pink I adore. Boris shuts off the water, and I wrap Nessa in a large fluffy towel before picking her up and placing her on the counter. She holds it close as goosebumps spread over her body.

I quickly wrap one of the towels around my waist before grabbing another to dry her hair with. She lets me do it all, this gentle smile on her face the entire time.

Boris watches, then grabs the blow dryer and a brush to do her hair while I focus on her body, drying off every inch before peppering kisses across her exposed flesh. I get down on my knees, taking her ankle in my hand to press my lips to it.

Trailing up her thighs, the gentle touch of my fingers follows as her eyes stay focused on me.

By the time her hair is dry and Boris takes a step back, she brushes the towel off her back, allowing it to pool behind her on the counter, leaning back with a devious smirk.

“What are you thinking, Sweetheart?”

Boris leans against the wall to my left, a knowing look on his face. “She is remembering the ballet.”

My tongue darts out, the piercing rubbing along my lips as I look my girl up and down. She props her legs up on the counter, much like that night, sliding them open slowly like the seductress she is.

“Do you want me to fuck you there while you’re still dripping with my cum?” I ask her, and in lieu of a response, she puts two fingers in her mouth and sucks before moving them down to her clit.

“Maybe I want to fuck myself while you watch,” she says breathily.

Those two fingers sink into her wet heat, some of my cum slipping out. A growl leaves my lips as I kneel in front of her, my palms pressing on her thighs.

“Don’t waste it,” I say as I dart my tongue out and lick up our combined cum. Standing, I pinch her chin, and she opens her mouth like the good girl she is.

I allow our release to slide from my tongue to hers as she sucks it out of my mouth.

“Swallow,” Boris commands from behind us, and she does, making a show to lick her lips after.

Glancing back, I see the old man has his cock in his hand as he strokes it, and an idea comes to mind.

“Tell us how you wish that night would have gone,” I say.

Nessa bites her lip as Boris’ gaze becomes hooded. “Boris would jerk himself off while you fucked me so hard that the mirror behind us nearly shattered. Then, when you pulled out, he would take your place and sink in. Both of you would pump me full of your cum and make me walk to the car with my dress wet, your combined releases dripping down between my legs.”

Well, when she paints such a pretty picture, I think we owe it to her and ourselves to fulfill it.

“What do you think, Old Man?”

His eyes don’t leave Nessa as he says, “If you do not start fucking her now, I will.”

Nessa slides her fingers out of her pussy, and as I approach, slipping between her legs and letting my towel fall to the ground, she pushes them into my mouth at the same moment that I thrust into her.

It doesn't take long to bring us both to the edge. My tongue licks into her mouth, and she sucks on it. My dick twitches inside of her. When her nails dig into my back as she cries out, I come along with her, giving her every single drop of me.

Just like she asked, Boris is there when I pull back. He sets a brutal pace with her, the mirror at the backs actually cracking when he slams his palm into it. But he doesn’t stop when the deeper angle causes her to whimper in pleasure.

“I never should have let you go that night,Lisichka. And I hope you know I never plan to let you go again.”

“Good,” she whispers, “because if you ever try to leave again, I will shoot you.”

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