Page 19 of Corruption

I don’t let my thoughts go any further. She’s still my brother-in-law’s fiancé, and though I teased her a little last night, I wasn’t serious. Just having fun. Getting under Vaughn’s skin, and earning my punishment from Alik for suggesting Vaughn let us borrow her after seeing the way Alik looked at her.

But Vaughn hasn’t made not thinking of her that way easy. Especially not after throwing her out and dropping her off at our doorstep. Especially after she walked into our playroom because of it in just her panties and looked at us the way she did. At me tied up. At Alik stroking his cock.

It’s like Vaughn wants us to corrupt the girl, which I know isn’t true as jealous as the man tends to be about what’s his. And regardless of the way he treated her, Kiya is his.

Before Alik can say anything else, I decide to intervene.

“Alik, I think Kiya is right. She is involved. You can’t just exclude her from the fallout of all this,” I say. Before Alik can turn his ire on me, I continue, “But Kiya, it does have to be dealt with. At the very least, Alik needs to have a talk with his brother. The way he treated you is unacceptable.”

Kiya frowns as she looks at me. Eyes narrowed. Then she glances at Alik quickly before looking back at me.

“Fine. I’m okay with that,” she says, though I’m certain that’s not what she was going to say.

Alik doesn’t say anything, which is more or less agreement with him.

Then I ask Kiya, “Anything you want Alik to say to Vaughn on your behalf?”

“Can he have my stuff sent over? At least my phone in case my dad calls?”

“Right,” Alik says. “Seeing as you don’t have your phone, I better get over there sooner rather than later.”

He grabs his phone and kisses me on the forehead before heading out the door.

When he’s gone, I look at Kiya and ask, “What’s going through that head of yours, Pretty Girl?”

“Nothing.”

“You’ve got a good poker face, but that doesn’t make you a great liar. Come on. It’s just you and I here. There’s nothing here recording our every word or watching our every move,” I assure, just in case that’s what she thought. Well that’s a lie. There are cameras. But nothing to listen to us. Point being is that no one is specifically watching her.

She gives me a contemplative look, glances at the door Alik just left through, and then looks at me.

“I just don’t want this arrangement to fall through. I know it’s important.”

More important for us than the Fantonis, but I’m not going to argue with the girl about it.

“That’s understandable. But just a word of advice,” I say. “If Alik convinces Vaughn to take you back, the next time he tries something like he did last night, take your hand, flat just like this”—I demonstrate with my own hand—“and chop him right in the neck. Right here at the top of his throat. Most people forget to guard that part of them in a fight. Do it as hard as you can and take his entire breath away.”

“Won’t that kill him?”

“No. Probably not. But it’s going to hurt like a bitch and ensure he can’t do anything else for the night.”

Kiya is silent for a few moments before saying, “Then why—never mind.”

As she shakes her head, I say, “No. Tell me.”

“Why don’t you do that with Alik?”

I frown.

She clarifies. “I saw the way he had you last night. I saw him whipping you. Why not do the same to him?”

I stare at her for a moment and then laugh because how could she be so simultaneously brave and fierce and determined, yet be this innocent?

“Oh, that? That wasn’t what you thought. Last night what you saw with me and Alik was completely consensual and agreed on a long time ago. He wasn’t hurting me.” I pause. “Well, he was but I liked it.”

“You… liked it?”

Where in the world has this girl been hiding her entire life? Alik was only (mostly) teasing her, but how I wish she’s said yes when he invited her in last night. How I wish we could have introduced her to an entirely new world that she clearly knows nothing about and seen the wonder on her face as we did.

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