Page 60 of Corruption

Kiya is the one that answers. “Nadia was showing me the belladonna.”

“Oh?” I ask.

“Part of the nightshade family. Its foliage and berries are extremely toxic, but in the right combination, it was believed to be a powerful aphrodisiac. Women used to even put it in their eyes to make their pupils dilate so they could look more—” Nadia leans her head back onto my shoulder—“enticing.”

“I’ll pass on the poisonous aphrodisiac and stick to chocolate, thanks,” Kiya, says looking at the plant in question.

“No sense of adventure?” Nadia asks.

Kiya rolls her eyes at the same time I squeeze Nadia’s waist in warning. She only laughs at us both.

“Well, then,” Nadia says, leading us to another area of the garden. “How about the rose? Simple. Predictable even. But classic. A flower that suits everyone… unless you’re allergic like Alik’s father used to be. Then it becomes a deadly poison…” Nadia shakes her head. “Go on. Smell it.”

Kiya bends over to smell the roses, and my eyes instantly zero in on the curves of her tight ass in the warm green dress she’s chosen for the night. Fuck. I want to grab it right now. Squeeze it. Slap it. But I can’t. Even though we’re a little ways off from everyone else, there are still people around. It wouldn’t be a big deal if Kiya were mine and Nadia’s alone. But she’s not. She’s—

Kiya stands up with a high-pitched yelp after Nadia fails to resist grabbing onto the girl’s ass and gives it a firm squeeze.

“Nadia,” I say in warning.

“What? You were thinking about doing it too.”

“You know why.”

“You’re so awful,” Kiya mutters, cheeks flushed in embarrassment.

“You know you like it,” Nadia says, pulling out of my grasp and moving to stand close to Kiya. “Don’t you?”

I should warn Nadia to back off before someone sees. But truthfully, there’s no harm in her standing so close to Kiya. If anyone asks, she was helping fix her makeup or an earring or some other women’s thing. There’s nothing suspicious about her standing close to Kiya. Truthfully, I’m jealous. I’m jealous that right now I can’t risk the same because that would instantly arouse suspicion.

“I’m going to get something to drink,” Kiya says, managing to duck away from Nadia and walk off.

“Nadia,” I say as soon as Kiya is gone.

Nadia turns back to me. Leans her body flush against mine. Gives me a knowing smile.

“She drives you just as crazy as she drives me, and we both know it, my love. The question is, what is it going to take to make you lose it? What’s it going to take for you to unleash the beast that I know you’re restraining? When will your love for her be more than your love and loyalty for the brotherhood?”

Not if. When. Because Nadia is right. There’s only so long I can restrain myself. Only so long before my secret disregard and betrayal of my brother becomes blatant when it comes to Kiya. It’s a wonder I’ve held back this long. After three weeks of her living in our house. Three weeks since she waltzed unknowingly into our sex dungeon in only her panties. Three weeks of seeing her come down to breakfast in those short lounge t-shirts. Three weeks of that breathy soft voice of hers. Three weeks of that skittishness. Three weeks of her boldness and curiosity. And all I’ve done is kiss her, finger-fuck her, and instruct her on how to fuck my wife. It’s already too much. Sooner rather than later, it’s all going to boil over until I’m little more than a beast that can’t be tamed.

Instead of admitting to Nadia that she’s right, though, I simply say, “Love is a strong word for a girl we’ve barely known for three weeks.”

“I know.”

Nadia kisses me, and while I had qualms about openly doing anything with Kiya given the circumstances, I have no qualms with Nadia. She is mine, and everyone knows it.

Our kiss becomes deeper, and I press her against a nearby tree. I lift the hem of her dress while she undoes my belt and pants. With my cock freed, I tear her panties off and toss the ruined fabric on the ground. Hoist Nadia off the ground. Slam my cock into her.

She moans encouragingly, and I pound back and forth into her against the tree. All it would take is for someone to walk back outside to see us fucking, but I don’t care. There’s nothing scandalous about it. My family’s money paid to rent this place, and she’s my wife. I’ll fuck her out in the open if I want to.

Normally, Nadia needs some kind of lube. Whether that’s out a bottle or out my mouth. But for a quick fuck like this, she’ll be okay. For a quick fuck like this, she even likes it a little rougher. A little resistant. A little painful. Because that’s exactly what this is. A quick fuck. Nothing serious. Just enough to take the edge off. Just enough to control myself so I can walk back into that gala and we can both face Kiya without being distracted by how tight and fuckable her ass looks in her dress. Without staring at those pouty lips that I’ve kissed so many times and will never be able to kiss enough.

“I… Fuck. Alik,” Nadia moans.

“Nadezhda,” I say back, and then I come inside her cunt.

I’m far from sated. Neither is Nadia. But it’s enough to get us through the night so neither of us do something stupid.

Or, at least, I thought it would be enough. But that was before I walked back into the main area of the gala with Nadia, my come likely dripping from her naked cunt under her dress, and saw Kiya leaning flush against my brother in his embrace. Then she reaches up. Grabs his collar. Pulls his lips down to hers.

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