Page 81 of Corruption

If it weren’t for having to hold myself up against the wall, I'd bury my hand in her hair and—to my shame—not to pull her away.

She doesn’t tease. Doesn’t draw things out. Just plays roughly with my clit with her tongue and sucks and sucks and suck so hard—

I do moan this time. As my legs tremble when I come and she doesn’t stop. As Alik shoves his cock into my cunt and pounds into me from behind.

“Still going to tell your dad?” Alik growls in my ear. “Are you going to tell him all about how you took off all your clothes and practically threw yourself at Nadezhda and I? How wet your cunt was for us when we hadn’t even done anything? How you screamed and moaned when we fucked you and couldn’t get enough and begged us for more? Is that what you’re going to tell him?”

“I—” I cry as pleasure jolts through me and threatens to overwhelm me. Takes away my ability to talk. To think. All I can focus on is breathing. How good Alik’s cock feels. How good Nadia’s tongue feels. Even though I feel so angry. So betrayed. So heartbroken.

“Fuck you,” I manage through a moan.

Nadia gives my clit a long, hard suck. Takes her lips off and says, “Exactly.”

She puts her mouth on me again. Sucks again while Alik pounds into my cunt and—

My legs give out as I come again, and if not for Nadia and Alik supporting me, I’d have fallen to the ground. When they do stop supporting me, I just slump slowly to the ground instead. Warm and high from coming twice and hating myself for wanting more when I shouldn’t.

They leave without saying anything, and when I can finally get up, I find all my electronics and anything I could use to contact the outside world gone. When I leave my room, the doors to outside are electronically locked.

Joke’s on them, though. Because there’s not a place in the world that a man or woman or anyone can keep me trapped. I was a thief before Adrian kidnapped me, after all.

31

Nadia

“W

e can’t keep her locked up here,” I say to Alik upon passing Kiya’s room on the way to the kitchen.

She’s only come out her room once to collect food and water and has barricaded herself in her room. We were checking up on her through the cameras, but Kiya has figured out where the cameras are in her room and bathroom and found a way to cover them. We let her. If she tries to escape, some alarm or camera will catch her long before she can get away.

Alik huffs and says, “We can.”

“She’s going to get out eventually. Or have you forgotten her impending wedding?”

“Until then.”

“Her father is going to wonder if he calls and she doesn’t answer. She has to leave to get prepared for her wedding. Isaak will notice since he comes to see her often. Alik—”

“We can keep her for long enough.”

“And how long is that?”

“Until Kitten starts to see some sense.” Alik pours a glass of wine before joining me on the couch.

I roll my eyes. “This is why I make the plans, my love.”

“Then what’s your plan, Nadezhda? Let her out. Let her go running to Daddy and get our entire family killed?”

“You think too awful of her, Alik. She wouldn’t do that to us.”

“Fucking someone has never stopped a person from fucking that person over.Youknow that.”

“She’s not Vaughn.”

Granted, before all of this, Vaughn wasn’t the Vaughn I know now either. He had that same easy acceptance of everything I gave him too. Just like Kiya. Without questioning and without judgment. It was the reason I thought I could trust him when I went to him about what my father had done to betray theBratva.

Kiya doesn’t have his ambition. No. That’s the wrong word. She has ambition. What she doesn’t have is his callous ambition. The ambition that makes Vaughn willing to sell out even people he cares about if it means getting validation. If it meant he could be the son his father wanted. An ambition Alik and I had long cast aside.

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