Page 3 of Corruption

“Begging doesn’t become of you,” Adrian says. “Besides, we couldn’t care less about the fucking makeup. You could have stolen a fucking nail file, and it would have been a problem to let you get away with it. Do you know why that is,Kiya?”

I know the answer to this too.

“Because…”

“Speak up. No one here is going to hurt you,” Addy assures.

“That certainly brings me comfort,” I say sardonically before I can stop myself.

To my surprise, Addy smiles and says to Adrian, “She has your eyes and your sense of humor. This is going to be perfect.”

“Perfect. What are you—?”

“Our question first,” Addy says. “Do you know the problem with stealing?”

“Because if a person does it once, they’ll do it again.”

“Almost, but not quite,” Addy says, flashing a smile. Her husband continues to look at me blankly. I’m not sure which of their expressions terrify me more. “It’s that if you let one thief get away with stealing from you, no matter if it’s once or a dozen times, they’ll send the message to other thieves that you’re an easy target, and that’s just not good for business. So even though I certainly sympathize with your predicament, and you definitely do deserve the finer things in life just like everyone does, I can’t just allow you to get away with this.”

I might believe her if I didn’t grow up with a woman who spent an inordinate amount of time explaining to me why she was punishing me when really she had no reason to. She just wanted to remind me of my place. I was the child. She was my parent.

“You’re lying,” I say immediately.

“I am,” Addy admits. “And if you’re smart enough to know that, you’re smart enough to know it doesn’t really matter. What matters is that we chose you.”

Suddenly, the idea that that stupid lip set was taunting me for the last week doesn’t seem so ridiculous.

“Chose me for what?”

It’s Adrian who answers. Who looks directly in my deep blue eyes with deep blue eyes of his own as he says, “To be my daughter.”

“What?”

Addy hands me her phone. It’s a picture. A family portrait. Of an old, proud man sitting in a chair. Of a tall, dark-haired, clean-faced handsome man in a suit standing on his left. Of another tall, dark haired man with a close-trimmed beard and mustache and his arm around the waist of a tall woman with long red hair and startling green eyes.

“Meet your fiancé, and your new future in-laws.”

2

Alik

Nadia is practically begging for my cock by the time I thrust inside her cunt.

I’ve made her beg more than this. To the point of tears in desperate, needy desire. But sometimes we don’t want to play those games. Sometimes I just need to rip her clothes off and fuck her. Which was the first thing I did as soon as I saw her after a long work trip in California.

The surprise video she sent me of herself naked with her legs spread and her pussy glistening the previous day has done nothing to help my impatience. And finding her dressed in a beautiful longue dress on the couch in our living room instead of naked like in the video does even less. But Nadia knows exactly what I like. Exactly what buttons to push. Knows that I like to pin her down and rip off her clothes myself. Leave her dresses or lingerie in ruins on the floor to fuck her.

I can’t get enough of her sweet cunt. Hot. Tight. Wet. Desperate for my cock without any need for foreplay or to get her ready.

“Yes,” she says breathily as I thrust back and forth into her. “Right there, Alik. Right—”

She digs her nails into my ass and—

“Did I tell you to come yet?” I say, stopping my thrusts and grabbing her face in warning.

Her green eyes are unfocused from the pleasure my cock is giving her.

“Please,” she begs breathlessly while trying to grind her hips on my cock to get her relief anyway.

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