Page 50 of Corruption

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ou don’t think I took things too far with Pretty Girl tonight. Do you?”

It’s one in the morning, and we’re just getting to the guest room that the Fantoni’s had set up for us. It’s a beautiful room, looking much like various luxury hotels that I’ve been in over the years of doing business for the Vorobevs.

“You know I’m the last person who can give you an accurate answer to that,” Alik replies as he begins to get his clothes off.

He’s right. He’s the last person who can give me an accurate answer considering he gets satisfaction from blowing people past what they think their limits are. But he’s the only one I have to ask. So he’s going to have to do.

“You are. I’m still asking.”

“Kiya was fine. But I have to say you surprised me at the end.”

He means when Vaughn put his hand on Kiya’s thigh. When he leaned his body over Kiya’s. He’d been in her proximity and touching her all night, but I couldn’t let that transgression go. And so I’d turned on the vibrator with the remote on my phone and didn’t turn it off. Then turned it up when Vaughn wouldn’t leave Kiya alone, enraged that he was touching her. Enraged because I knew that his desire for her, whatever love he might develop, would only last until she’d outgrown her use to him. Then he’d throw her away to fend for herself. Just like he’d thrown me away.

Hell, he’d already thrown her away. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have been living with Alik and I these last two weeks. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have been upset that Vaughn’s hand wasn’t mine or Alik’s. That we weren’t the ones openly whispering sweet nothings to her.

So I’d ensured that while she was playing the part with Vaughn, all she’d be able to think about was the vibrator up her pussy. The vibrator that Alik put up her pussy. The vibrator that I had the control to. And how aroused it had made me to see her suddenly get up and rush to the bathroom. To knock on the door and see the pretty girl crouched on the ground, overwhelmed with pleasure because of me.

“You’re lucky,” Alik continues, “that Vaughn didn’t notice. But the fact of the matter is that even though he didn’t, you took a risk that you shouldn’t have with my brother. His hand was so close to her cunt. If he’d moved it just right, he would have been able to feel the toy in Kitten’s cunt. And where would that have left us?”

“With a much more entertaining dinner.”

“That’s where you and I disagree, Nadezhda,” he says, stalking toward me. “I may have decided to go along with this temporary arrangement with Kitten, but I have no intention of inviting my brother’s ire in this arrangement.”

I shiver in anticipation as he looms over me. He’s serious about not unnecessarily inviting his brother’s ire. But also, Alik is as eager to take every excuse he can to punish me as I am to give him one. The best times are when I’m not purposely trying to push him. When I accidently do something for him to deem that I warrant a punishment.

“Sorry,” I say, though Alik knows very well that I’m not.

“You will be. Strip.”

I stand and reach behind me to unzip my dress. Then I let it fall off my body and pool at my bare feet. I didn’t wear a bra tonight, so the only thing left are my panties. Alik doesn’t wait for me to get them off as he grabs me, wrenches me around, and leans me over the bed.

Then next thing I know, he tears my panties off me, leaving me naked and my ass facing him

“How thick do you think the walls are, Nadezhda?”

“As much money as Addy spent on this house, thick enough I’d—”

I let out a yelp at the sharp sting of Alik’s hand on my ass.

“Did I give you permission to talk?”

“You asked me a—”

His hand slaps my ass again. He doesn’t even bother easing me into it, hitting my ass as hard as he can.

“You keep this up, and we’re going to be here all night.”

“How many times—”

His hand hits my ass again and I fight not to howl in pain and pleasure. With Alik, there’s not much difference between them anymore.

“However many times I feel like. Now. The only words I wanna hear from you is counting. Now count.”

He smacks my ass again.

“Fuck you,” I snap, because he likes it when I don’t give in immediately.

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