Page 46 of Twisted Kings

“It won’t go to waste.” I might feel depressed right now, but it sure as hell hadn’t dented my appetite. That woman was grumpy, and I didn’t understand a fucking word she said, but her cooking was top-notch. Thank fuck Declan had paid her to come and feed us. Kyril cooked one night and my taste buds still hadn’t recovered from the assault.

“Go tell them, Lan, while I put a salad together.” He shoved his laptop aside and stood. I huffed with irritation and slammed my beer down.

“Fine, but what about Dario?” The Italian asshole mostly avoided us. He seemed to have forged a relationship with Thea’s sister and hung out with her most of the time. It was pretty fucking weird, but whatever.

From what he’d said the few times he bothered talking to us, he’d visited Verity often over the years, so she knew him and was happy in his company. They had bonded over shit TV shows while staying here. Since I hated Reality TV, I’d steered clear and kept to my bedroom or the kitchen.

“Dario and Verity are on their way. I messaged him.”

I rolled my eyes and headed upstairs. Thea’s room was at the top of the house, well away from mine. Kyril had disappearedtoo, saying he wanted to check on her. He better not be balls deep inside her. I’d fucking kill him if he was.

Thea’s bedroom door stood ajar when I reached the landing, so I cautiously took a step inside, half-hoping to catch her naked. God, it had been too long since I touched her. Not that she’d let me touch her now.

There was no sign of either of them. The bed was neat, the covers straight. Was she in the bathroom?

Then I heard it. A faint moan. Soft and needy.

All my senses heightened. Were they fucking?

That bastard!

I crept up to the bathroom door and pressed my ear to the smooth surface. The sound of Thea’s sweet moans drilled into my brain. Blood rushed to my cock, making me harder than steel.

I had to see her. Make sure she was OK, that the Russian fucker wasn’t taking advantage of her. At least that’s what I told myself as I turned the handle and peered into the steamy room.

Thea perched on the edge of the tub, her legs wide, with Kyril’s face buried between her thighs. I stared at her gorgeous face, slack with pleasure, and her tits perky and wet.

God.

It was like the best porn movie ever. From the way her body quivered, she was close to falling apart, and I was here for it.

My hand pushed inside my pants, gripping my throbbing cock. It had been a while since I’d jacked off. Too long.

Kyril did something with his tongue and she came all over his face. Two seconds later, I followed her over the edge, ejaculating all over my hand and abs. The pleasure was exquisite, but the minute my high began to fade, self-loathing crept back in.

“Did you enjoy the show, asshole?” Kyril asked with a smirk.

Thea’s head snapped up. “You watched us?”

She sounded mad, but dare I say it, also turned on. At least I hoped so. It was hard to tell with her.

“Not intentionally. I came to tell you dinner’s ready,” I replied, tucking my cock away while grimacing at the mess I’d made. Then I ducked back out of the bathroom and shot back down to my room to clean up.

I’d fucked it up.

Again.

22

Cassian

Christmas was supposed to be about family, a chance to spend quality time together, making memories. Only it had never been that way for me.

For as long as I could remember, Mom spent the holidays in her room, drugged up to the eyeballs, while Dad swanned off with one of his mistresses, leaving me to fend for myself.

Since my father was still hanging around like a noxious smell, it looked like this holiday would be even worse than usual.

He sat at the breakfast table reading the papers when I wandered in, my hair damp from the shower. It was still early, but I’d expected him to have left for the city by now.

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