Page 167 of Doubts & Fears

“Dostatochno,” I bellowed.

She didn’t even jump, just bowed her head, submitting to me once more. Sitting perfectly still on my lap, she moved her hands to her thighs as I signaled her. I gathered her hair and yanked hard. Her head snapped back, and she gave me one of her sweet moans.

“Open your eyes!” My voice was rough as I brought her hands up to her breasts. “Let me watch you play.” She rubbed and pinched her nipples, gasping and moaning as she brought herself close to the edge.

I released her hair and caressed her ass while she played, then brought my blade up between us again. With an understanding so profound, she trembled exquisitely in anticipation. I trailed the blade down her torso.

Slapping her thighs with the flat edge of my blade had her practically convulsing. I flipped it as I got closer to her pussy. She leaned back, shifting her perfect ass so that my cock was cradled between her cheeks.

She squeezed me before nestling down. With a tilt of her pelvis, she gave me access to her pussy. I moved the blade handle closer to her; she moved her hands in front and shook her head.

“Not until you say it.”

“I belong to you forevermore. Now move those fucking hands,” I growled.

Her gaze was fierce as she complied, her eyebrows lifting when I gently pushed a small part of the handle into her wet cunt. I slowly fucked her with it, watchingas her eyes rolled back in her head. I continued for a minute before she grabbed my hand, stilling me. “Remove it, Blade.”

I pulled it out, teasing her clit as I smirked at her moans. Then I brought it to my lips, and her mouth popped open on a gasp when I licked her arousal off the handle.

“Nikolai, you’re right. She tastes like honeysuckle and sunshine,” I called out over her shoulder.

Then I yelped as she grabbed a hold of my cock and tugged on it again. The juices from her pussy and the lube were like fucking magic. She moved to kneel by my legs again, and I was done fighting it. I once more flipped my blade and drug the sharp edge of it up her body.

“Flesh of my flesh and blood of my blood,” I said. She threw her head back and to the side. Bringing it up, I made an identical slice over her heart. I leaned in and sucked on the small cut. “Fuck, I need to come, please. Kinsley, I’m going to. I can’t stop it, please,” I growled loudly, not caring anymore. Her fingers found that magical spot behind my balls, and with the perfect pressure, she rubbed.

“Come for me, my beloved,” she commanded.

A slew of indescribable words left my mouth as she leaned in and tongued my cut once again. My balls clenched, and the powerful contractions of her hands around my cock had me unraveling everywhere.

Thick white ropes of cum rocketed out of me as I threw my head back over the couch and gave way to the pleasure this beautiful girl was giving me. My cock convulsed in that pleasure-agony way.

Nothing in the world felt as amazing as her hands as she continued to stroke and squeeze me through it. I sighed long and deep as a profound sense of satisfaction washed over me.

“And on that note, we should probably take a fifteen-minute break, gentlemen,” Sebastian announced, and it was only then I remembered we had an audience.

Kinsley walked confidently over to the bathroom and washed her hands. She was blushing profusely when she came back over with a warm washcloth to clean me with. “May I?” she asked shyly, like she hadn’t just completely wrecked me in front of my brothers.

Chapter 54

Aleksandr

The Reaper’s Turn

Kinsley cleaned Ivan lovingly and then sat next to him. Bringing her knees up, she hid her body from all of us. She looked unsure of herself once more, while Ivan worked to get his breathing under control.

He looked over and gave her a goofy smile, and her face lit up. I realized once more the level of intimacy they shared. He leaned down and whispered something in her ear.

Whatever he was saying, she was nodding her little head. He pushed her hair back and to the side, and her face radiated complete contentment. I took over two warm washcloths for them to use to clean their cuts.

Ivan mouthed the words, “Thank you.”

I tried to prepare myself as I walked back toward Nik. He’d poured me a drink. I slammed it back and knew the look I gave him said it all. He laughed.

“Indeed, Brother, what the hell have we gotten ourselves into?” He sipped his drink. We watched the two of them for several minutes.

“I don’t know, but god, do you see how fucking beautiful she is?” We both made eye contact with Ivan, who smiled, almost looking embarrassed.

“You know what she’s going to ask of you, right, Alek?”

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