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“Just like that, baby,” Ilya says as he shoves Dmitri down on his cock. “Open that throat for me, relax.”
Ilya moans again and I cover my mouth as I exhale and gasp in succession.
“Fuck, you’re such a good boy for me.”
Holy shit.
I silently make my way to the hot tub and sit, watching them. Dmitri’s hands go around to clutch Ilya’s ass, and Ilya’s moans cause him to groan. I want to groan too, but I don’t want to make myself known.
“I’m about to come,” Ilya says, and my clit pulses. “Oh, God,yes.”
Annie’s suddenly at my side, wearing nothing as well, and she sits next to me.
“You know, it’s rude to stare.”
“You’re telling me,” I begin, my core clenching. “You have access to that and you’re pissed?”
She smirks. “Dmitri hates me, babe.” My sigh is audible as I stare back at them. “It’s hard to get through to him. I was actually surprised when he kissed me earlier. He barely even looks at me without a scowl on his face.”
“It made Ilya jealous,” I reply.
“Yeah.” She rolls her eyes, her voice sad. “I guess I can’t compete.”
“I don’t think it’s a competition.” Honestly, I’d be happy with both. She’s wasting her life away trying to get only one. “You three could be something.”
She cocks her head to the side and stares at me with a grin on her face. “When did you become this… adventurous?”
“I don’t know, to be honest.” I laugh lowly, trying to keep quiet.
We watch them in silence as they jump into the water and wade through the pool, laughing at each other’s jokes. I feel a sense of sadness at the fact that I have no one to do that with. Nik is just a means to an end, not someone I can keep.
It’s not real.
And I need to accept that already.
He killed your brother.
It’s been a week since I last saw her.
One. Week.
An agonizing one.
This is just a game between her and me, at least on my end. So why the hell do I keep thinking of her, of what she’s doing, orwhoshe’s doing? Did she go back to him? Did Leo corner her and she relented?
When I saw him kissing her, it boiled my blood so hot I thought I was going to explode, which is why I had to look away. I had to pretend it didn’t happen. Still, my fists balled up, my knuckles turned white with the force, and even winning didn’t feel good. No, the only thing that felt good was pressing Camilla up against her bedroom door and taking her lips with mine. I don’t even kiss. It’s too intimate of a gesture, but with her? I guess with her everything is different. It’s all too much and not enough at the same time.
The way she tilted her head up at me to meet me for the kisses, her perky pierced tits on full display that drove me nuts, even the damn red lipstick... It was almost my undoing. I was so close to fucking her right there I could feel my cock getting harder in my jeans the longer I stayed in her room, so I had to force myself to leave.
Camilla, on the other hand, seemed really affected by me calling her a traitor, which now makes me wonder why. However, seeing her kissing Leo after me did feel like a betrayal. The way I wanted to bash his head in and extinguish his sorry existence is still at the forefront of my mind. So much so that I’m tempted to do it now. That is the goal, after all; who cares if it’s a little earlier than planned?
Will she be sad that I killed her fiancé? Is she in love with him? I know they fuck sometimes, so there must be some feelings involved. I hope to God she gives no fucks, or I’ll crush her little heart with no remorse. I might just kill him early and keep her out of it.
There are many reasons I hate him, but the main one is what got me here, in this house, about to murder the forty-ninth person assigned to me. Someone in his twenties who royally fucked up. My job is to kill fifty of the fuck ups they assign me, and I’ve managed forty-eight in the last six months.
The Elite are not forgiving, in fact, they kill ruthlessly. At least they order us to. Or me, for fucking up enough to land me in this position, yet not enough to get killed. I got off easy in comparison to others, and it’s because my father has had a seat at The Table. I have a guaranteed seat when it’s time to succeed my father. That is, if I can get my shit together. Which, evidently I do not have right now. Although Andrea died on neutral grounds, it doesn’t mean there’s no punishment. It only means my punishment was never going to be my own death.
It would seem a lot more people than I thought fuck over the mafia, which is a foolish mistake. There’s no reason to make them suffer, so I’m in and out as fast as possible. I don’t have time for this shit, and if it weren’t forced on me I would never do it. It’s not to say I don’t enjoy purging my anger, my rage out on these fuckers who don’t deserve the breath in their lungs, but it’s just a waste of my time overall to be out here doing this. I can’t wait to get the fiftieth assignment and be done with all of it.
