Page 42 of Corruption

I try to skirt past Alik to grab a spoon and run back to my room to hope that earth opens up to swallow me whole. But he grabs my wrist and crowds me against the counter. Much like he did when he caught me drawing in his office.

“Now we both know that’s not true, Kitten.” He strokes my cheek with his finger. “Or did I imagine the look on your face when you came last night while watching us fuck?”

The heat changes. I’m still embarrassed, but the heat from last night comes roaring back to me as Alik presses his body against mine. It’s almost enough to make me forget being embarrassed.

“What did I look like?” I ask.

He laughs and says, “Don’t give me any ideas, Kitten.”

I start to ask what he means, but then he kisses me and all thoughts of what his ideas are and my embarrassment are gone as my body takes over and I kiss him back, eagerly chasing the pleasure I felt from our first kiss. Eagerly chasing the pleasure I felt last night watching him with Nadia. Wishing I could drown in it because now that I’ve had a taste of what it feels like, I don’t know if I can ever get enough of it.

I whine when he pulls away, desperate for more when Nadia says from the right of me, “No fair, Alik. This is the second kiss that you’ve gotten from her, and I’ve only had one.”

Nadia kisses me again. Different from Alik, just like last time, but no less passionate. Sparking the desire and need in me no less than her husband did. And when she pulls away, I can’t even catch my breath before Alik kisses me again, and naturally, Nadia has to do the same to even the playing ground.

“How long are you going to make sure the kisses you both give me stay even?” I ask breathlessly before either of them can kiss me again.

“Until we lose count,” Nadia replies.

“When does that happen?”

“When we forget to count,” Alik replies. “Or we stop caring about counting.”

“And when do you forget to count?”

Alik and Nadia exchange a look, and Alik nods for Nadia to reply.

“When we’re too caught up in fucking you to care,” she says.

Heat from both embarrassment and desire overcomes my body.

“Speaking of,” Alik says into my ear. “We were such rude hosts to you last night.”

“Rude?”

“We made you watch last night and didn’t do the courtesy of making you come afterwards. You shouldn’t have had to do that yourself,” Alik continues.

“What are y—”

Nadia’s lips on mine silence me, and I don’t care enough about my question to stop her. Instead I kiss her back, moaning into her mouth when I open it to let her tongue inside. And then I’m moaning, not from just her kiss, but from the hot skin of Alik’s fingers crawling up my inner thigh. Pleasure jolts through me, and he’s not even touching the place that aches for touch the most. The place aching even more than it was last night when I watched Alik and Nadia.

“You like this?” Alik asks, running his fingers up and down my thigh, ghosting closer and closer to my sex with each caress.

I try to say yes between Nadia’s kisses but only manage to let out a desperate whine.

“What was that?” Alik asks.

Nadia pulls back just enough to allow me to answer Alik.

“Please.”

“Please what, Kitten?”

“Please touch me.”

“I am touching you.”

I manage to glare at him, but by the way Alik chuckles at me, I guess it’s not effective.

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