Page 36 of Doubts & Fears

Ivan

Kiss The Girl

As sunlight poured through the windows, Nik, Alek, and I talked about the previous evening. He recounted in explicit detail about how Kinsley had come undone in his bed. He couldn’t stop smiling.

My phone rang, signaling Marcel’s call. With a quick glance at them, I answered, put him on speaker, and brought him up to speed. Alek shot me a warning glance, so I refrained from sharing the part about her coming, which was probably a good thing.

“You did what?” His voice cracked, laced with disbelief. “Are you out of your minds? All three of you unilaterally decided it would be a good idea to spank a young girl together, collectively? Why the hell was that necessary?”

“Calm down. She was warned not to leave and knew the consequences. Not only that, but she was given a safeword and fully consented,” Aleksandr replied.

“Oh, how magnanimous of you to offer her a safeword.”

“She’s not ignorant of the lifestyle. She’s actually quite intuitive,” Nik spoke up.

“Wonderful, so her intuitiveness makes her the flavor of the week? Need I remind you all that she is Mischa Romanova? The three of you need to be focusing on the details of her case, not her pussy,” Marcel scolded.

“Technically, it was her ass we were focused on last night. Although she has the cutest bare kitty I’ve ever seen,” Alek said with a chuckle.

“Gonna have to agree with Marcel on this one. She’s the granddaughter of the former Sovietnik, not a new play partner, gentleman,” Sebastian added.

Sebastian Caruso, the fifth member of the Death Squad, as Kinsley called us, was with Marcel in London. He’d been taking care of things on the home front for us over the last year while we were in Seattle. He was one of the co-owners of the escort agency we had back home and had been filled in on everything.

“I think I need to establish some kind of dialogue with her going forward. We need to get a better idea of her past and her relationship with Owen. I shouldn’t need to say it. But until we know she doesn’t have hidden trauma, the three of you need to get yourselves in check,” Marcel warned.

“Get her to talk, then,” Aleksandr grumbled.

“Well, since she’s primarily concerned with your behavior, maybe you should join us,” Marcel said, his exasperation clear. I had to hide my smile. I loved that Marcel didn’t hold back. Hell, it’d probably do Alek good to have a one-on-one conversation with him.

“Easy, Brother,” Sebastian said, trying to calm Marcel. And right on cue, Bash stepped in to defend Alek. I chuckled; it had always been this way.

“Don’t fucking ‘easy’ me. She’s only two years younger than Bella. How would you feel if three men spanked your sister?”

“Don’t act like you aren’t into the same shit we are. She’s not my patient. Hell, she isn’t even yours,” Alek said gruffly, irritated by the outcome of this conversation.

“Fuck you. You know better than this. I have no idea what the hell has gotten into you, but you need to wrap this shit up. You’re required here at home. Tell Mr. Lenkov congratulations. His old dance partner is back from the dead. Turn that responsibility over to him. Let him handle it. And then get your asses home before you get killed,” Marcel shouted.

And there was the real reason for his concern. It wasn’t that he didn’t have compassion for Kinsley, it was that he understood the implications of messing with the mob.

“It’s not that easy. I’m sorry, with not knowing the connection, it would be irresponsible of us to do that. If her grandfather had anything at all to do with her parents’ death, the staging of the accident, we need to know first. If it comes out it was all Owen Taylor, then we’ll make that call.” Alek rubbed his eyes. His concern was genuine, and this was taking a toll on him.

“Fine, then leave Kinsley alone. No more spanking her. And for the love of God, keep your hands, tongues, and dicks off her, assholes. I swear, I can’t believe you,” Marcel mumbled.

“Not likely. That’s not a promise I can give. Sorry, but you didn’t see her fall apart in the most beautiful way.”

Nik snickered, shaking his head at Aleksandr’s behavior. At least he was honest.

“Tell us again, how tight was she, Brother?” I asked without thinking, my mind wandering. I could still picture her across my knees and the way she peered into my eyes. The vulnerability and trust had turned me on in more ways than one.

“Virginal, without a doubt,” Alek said, taking on the look of a man obsessed.

“Seriously? Not helpful. If you gentlemen need a fix, you better get it elsewhere.”

“Might work for Nik and me, but Alek can’t keep his cock up for anyone these days, unless her name is Kinsley,” I teased, dodging Alek’s right hook and murderous look while Marcel grumbled some more and Sebastian laughed.

I left my brothers to discuss her pussy and went to find her instead. My footsteps echoed in the halls, each thump matching the rapid rhythm of my pounding heart.

And as I approached her room, apprehension coiled inside me. To my dismay, her room was empty. I ventured into the kitchen and once more she was nowhere to be found. Damn her.

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