Page 45 of Corruption

Already I’m envisioning what she’ll look like being dominated by me. Naked. Drawn up. Nipples clamped. A vibrator under her cunt, making her come over and over again, until she’s crying. Begging for it all to stop because it’s too much, and then whipping her back. And then, when I’ve broken her down until she’s little more than a limp puppet, fucking her tight cunt.

Just the thought starts to make me hard. But we have to take things slow with her. And first things first before any of that is making her cunt take a cock for the first time. Mine specifically.

“Now, Alik. Let’s not get ahead of ourselves. If you go too fast, you’re going to scare the poor thing away,” Nadia chides.

“If I was going to be scared away, you would have done it last night when you shot that guy in the hand.” Kiya pauses and then asks, “You’re not going to get in trouble for that, are you?”

“It was taken care of as soon as it happened,” I reply.

It’s a strange question to ask from a supposed mafia princess. But, then again, she wasn’t introduced to this life until after her mother died, so she’s likely never had a chance to come to terms with the violence that’s inherent in this lifestyle.

“I didn’t scare you last night. Did I, Kitten?”

“Honestly,” she begins, “It was probably the kindest thing anyone has ever done for me.”

If there was any lingering embarrassment from watching me fuck Nadia, and then Nadia and I fingerfucking her in the kitchen earlier, it’s gone from Kiya now as she looks directly at me as she answers. So matter-of-factly and yet also so earnest, like she’s never really known what kindness is. Like a sheltered girl like her really knows something about hardship or evil. It makes me want to lock her away from the world with me where no one will dare try to hurt her again. Not without knowing exactly what they’re risking if they try. Just like I did Nadia so many years a—

Fuck. I shouldn’t be thinking that way. But since I am, there is one more thing that needs to be discussed.

“Let’s get one thing straight, though. This is just temporary. Come March, you’re still walking down the aisle to marry my brother. Understand?”

“Not really. It strikes me as pretty odd that you’re so concerned about your brother considering what this temporary arrangement is.”

“Nothing odd. That’s what happens when my brother throws you out and expects me and my wife to take care of you. We take care of you until he decides to do so himself. So. Understood?”

“Understood,” Kiya says, immediately.

I ignore Nadia’s telling silence, but we’ve already crossed a line by even doing as little as we’ve done with the girl already. Certainly so once we actually fuck her. But crossing the line to try to keep her? That’s one I’m not willing to cross no matter how much I can’t stand my brother.

A vibrating noise catches our attention and we all look to where Kiya’s phone is vibrating. The caller ID reads: Adrian.

Kiya grabs it and says, “That’s my dad. I’ll be right back.”

She disappears into the hall, and when she’s gone, Nadia points out the same thing I’ve observed.

“Strange for her to have her father in her phone by his name and not as Dad or something,” she says.

I sigh. “Adrian says she’s his daughter. That’s his daughter. That’s all that matters.”

Kiya comes back quickly enough but doesn’t sit back down. Instead she stands in front of us and says, “My dad and Addy want to host Christmas dinner for us this week… Well, specifically Vaughn and I, but she also said you all could come too. They want to make it an entire thing. Well, Addy does. I’m not sure my dad particularly cares. But dinner on Christmas Eve. Letting the kids stay up and opening presents at midnight. That kind of thing.”

“Well, you don’t say no to Adrian Fantoni. Make sure to let Vaughn know,” I instruct.

Kiya looks away and then looks back at me. “Could you… could you tell him?”

“Why? You have his number. He’s your fiancé.”

“I know. Just… I haven’t talked to him since… you know.”

“I know,” I say. “But you’re going to have to get used to talking to him eventually. Telling him about this dinner will be a good start, and you all figuring out what your story is going to be to your parents about your living arrangement so far.”

Kiya scowls.

“Don’t be so childish, Kitten. Better to do it now before you have to walk into dinner and pretend to be an excited bride on his arm.”

Kiya’s scowl only deepens, and something tells me that even though she told me she understood all of this was temporary she doesn’t really understand. Doesn’t really comprehend what it’s going to mean to be married to my brother and that Nadia and I are just going to be her in-laws and nothing more.

But before I can rethink this entire arrangement, Nadia cuts in and says, “I think this is a wonderful opportunity then.”

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