Page 97 of Secrets & Lies

I studied her and waited to see what she would do. By kneeling at Ivan’s feet, she was submitting to his authority. Having done so, she had to wait for him to give her permission. And make her wait, he did, as she trembled in anticipation.

What was she thinking?

Nik’s eyes met mine, showing the same questions swirling in his emerald greens. There was no mistaking this. She was letting her knowledge be known. My mind raced. Someone had already taught her. Jealousy coursed through me.

Ivan brought her face up gently, looking into her eyes for a moment before nodding at her. With the slightest movement forward, she leaned her face toward his bound hands. She used her teeth and pulled on the sash. Once she’d untied it, she kissed his wrist sensually. Moving further up, she twisted her head and began at the bottom of his tattoo.

Her perfect pink lips sucked on the underside of his wrist as she lovingly kissed the inked blade. She alternated between kissing and licking it from tip to handle. When she got to the top, she once more took his flesh between her lips, sucked softly, and moaned.

My brother—who was never ruffled, and especially not by a girl—barked in Russian, “Dostatochno.”Enough.

She didn’t so much as flinch at his tone. As she settled back into position, her breathing hitched. Rocking back, she elegantly rose. Confidence radiated from every pore of her body, and only when she saw my gaze did she falter. I ignored Sarah as she moved toward Ivan to finish the dare.

“That’s the second time you’ve presented yourself to us. Are you trying to make me jealous? I have so many fucking questions for you, little girl,” I hissed in her ear.

She shuddered as I sucked her earlobe between my lips and then nipped it with my teeth. She pushed against my face, clasped her hands in her lap, and bowed her head.

“That move won’t save you, but nice try.”

Sarah finished with Ivan and sat back down.

Jenna went next and broke out into a huge grin. “Allow players of the opposite sex to squirt whipped cream on your pussy and lick it off.”

Kinsley immediately tensed up, and I grinned. She wanted to put on a show with my brothers, then game on. Jenna removed her shorts, revealing she wasn’t wearing panties. Nik helped position her on the coffee table. Since the card wasn’t overly specific, I wasn’t surprised when Ivan put a small amount on the top of her mound and just as quickly sucked it off.

“By all means, Brother, go ahead,” Nik said, handing me the can.

I roughly pushed Jenna’s legs apart, and her moan echoed through the room. I started at the top, at the bikini line, and drew a line straight across, adding two lines down the inner crease of her thighs.

Without looking at Kinsley, I dove between Jenna’s legs and sucked and licked the whipped cream from her. I was fully prepared that Kinsley would probably be upset with my show.

But she was the one who started the game off this way. I knew it was childish, but,fuck, she’d practically made love to my brother’s tattoo with her mouth. The level of fire shooting from her eyes made Nik roar in laughter.

Ivan threw me a bag of wipes from the basket as I sat down next to Kinsley. She sat still as a statue and refused to look my way. I was impressed she hadn’t moved to sit somewhere else.

Nik finished, and after cleaning Jenna and himself, he sat down. Taking a deep breath, he adjusted his cock. Kinsley’s eyes caught the movement, and she flushed.

He grabbed a card and read it out loud. “Each member of the opposite sex will dry hump you for two full minutes each. You can pick the order. Jenna, you’re up first.”

Jenna was one of our best lap dancers at the club, and her performance had Nik groaning. Sarah went next and wasn’t half bad. I could see Ivan’s wheels turning. He grinned at me when he saw me staring at him. As soon as Sarah was done, Nik hooked his finger at Kinsley, calling her over. She hesitated and didn’t immediately obey, which was interesting.

“You can always remove an article of clothing if it’s too much,” Jenna reminded her. I was about to suggest the same thing, so I couldn’t be mad.

“What’s wrong, malyshka, have you never dry humped a man before?” Nik’s cocky tone had her fuming.

“No, you’re my first. And nothing is wrong. I’m trying to decide on the song I want.”

“That’s right, you like mood music,” I teased.

Glaring, she flipped her hair over her shoulder. She gathered it and wound it around, putting it into a messy bun, then sauntered over to Nikolai.

“We’ll take it slow,” he teased as she pushed between his legs.

“Did I ask for that? Thigh or cock?” Her voice trembled, betraying her nerves.

“I get the choice? That’s easy, then, baby girl.” He settled back and rubbed his cock through his jeans.

“I swear, are you always hard? That must be awful to walk around with all day,” she mumbled, causing everyone to laugh.

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