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“Unfortunately, I just got here and missed the show,” he replies in a displeased tone. “If you are going to go again, I will stay right here and watch, or if you would like me to, I could join in...”

“No. This was just me and Conrad,” I tell him, and he gives me a pouty look. “Maybe next time,” I say and see him perk up a little.

“I do have another reason for coming up here, other than hoping to see my love being lost in the throes of pleasure,” he says, but then doesn’t continue.

Conrad and I both look at him, confused, before realizing he is just staring us up and down, looking at our bodies still connected. I refuse to move from this position. There is no shame in this house or any shame in what we just did. I make a throat-clearing sound to break Alexie’s intense stare. He shakes his head, removing himself from whatever fantasy he was concocting in his mind.

“Oh, right,” he comes back to reality. “Ryan reached out to me. He seems to be on a fishing expedition for Ivan. This is good news because that means Ivan has no idea where we are.”

“I feel a ‘but’ coming on,” I say.

“But,”and there it is from Alexie, “that means Ivan is on his way, or he is here looking for us. I’m sure he has many men trying to track us down. Ryan told me he is hiding out from Ivan, which we know is bullshit, and he wanted to come to me to hide. I told him it wasn’t safe here and then let him know the plan for Nat to take over the Bratva.”

“How did he take it?” Conrad asks.

“He is an Ivan supporter,” he says. “I could tell he thought the idea was repulsive because he kept asking how I let this happen or what I was going to do about it. I let him know there is a meeting for Nat to take over on Tuesday, and I know Ivan will be there. He won’t miss a chance to get Nat and stake his claim on the Bratva in front of everyone. We have four days to get everything together.”

“Four days?” Conrad asks.

“Yes, four,” Alexie repeats.

“Alexie, what day do you think it is?”

Alexie looks confused by Conrad’s question for a moment. “Friday,” he responds.

Conrad and I laugh. “Alexie, it’s Sunday,” we tell him.

“Hmmm, I lose track with being cooped up here,” he says. “That is unfortunate that we now have two days to prepare, so we best start now or whenever you two are done. I will leave you to finish so we can get started.” Alexie starts saying days of the week while counting his fingers as he leaves the room and shuts the door.

I turn back to Conrad as he pulls me tight against his chest. “Shall we continue?” he asks.

“I’m all yours.”

King

Tonightisthenightthat we draw that bastard out and finally kill him like the scum he is. I can’t wait to see the look on his smug fucking face when he realizes we one-upped him. What has me even giddier is the thought of him tied to a chair and beaten, suffering as we take our pound of flesh from him.

It’s afternoon, and I’ve just gotten to my room after cleaning up the backyard from another shooting lesson with Katia. She was insistent that she is not staying behind tonight; she deserves to see Ivan meet his end just as much as Nat. Alexie and Luci agreed, even though Stryker and I were ready to argue. Nat struck a hard bargain, though; no pussy for thirty days unless Katia got to come with. Needless to say, we are both whipped assholes, and we caved.

I was adamant that Katia has another shooting and self-defense lesson before tonight though. She can now get out of basic holds, and I’m comfortable with her aim, so while it’s not exactly what I want, Katia gets to go tonight. Better we know she’s there than for her to sneak out again.

What can I say? My woman has a great pussy. However, little does Nat know, I plan on taking it out on her ass. She and Katia are in the shower giggling, and I’m sitting on the couch in the room, waiting for them to come out. After only ten minutes, the water cuts off. I hear the curtain open and them talking to each other.

Nat steps out of the bathroom first, wrapped in only a towel. I stand up and wrap my arms around her waist. “You were a naughty girl, Luci. Trying to keep my pussy from me. You got what you wanted, and your girl gets to come play tonight, but I’m going to punish you for trying to keep me from what is mine,” I scold her as I walk toward the bed.

Setting her down, she looks up at me with her lip between her teeth. “Show me that ass, Luci,” I command. She hurriedly scurries the rest of the way, losing her towel as she goes, and bends over the bed. Her tits are pushed flat against the mattress, but her feet are planted solidly on the ground.

I walk over and rub a hand over her peach-shaped ass. “I think ten should correct your defiance, don’t you?”

“Yes,” she pants as I slide two fingers between her pussy lips, feeling how wet she is at the thought of getting spanked.

“Luci, Luci, Luci, you like getting punished, don’t you? Your cunt is dripping at the thought of me turning your cheeks red.” I dip my middle finger into her hole, but only to the first knuckle.

“Please, King,” she whines.

“Count, Luci.” I raise my hand and bring it down hard on her left ass cheek. The sound echoes through the room.

“One,” she moans.

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