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“How am I to know what love is?” he continued. “She’s a prisoner, too, now, isn’t she? Trapped on that island with us.”
Bron’s jaw set. “She’s temporary. We’re not keeping her.” He let go of the back of Ilya’s neck and stroked his hand down his spine. When he got to his jeans, he pushed them down with both hands, his movements sharp with irritation. I hadn’t noticed before that Ilya had been going commando all night. It was hot and interestingly naughty from him. Had Bron ordered him not to wear any? That would be even hotter.
He spat on his hand and worked a couple of fingers into Ilya’s ass. I cringed for him. The look on Bron’s face didn’t bode well for his patience. Bron got behind him and forced his way in with short, ruthless strokes, and I could see Ilya wasn’t enjoying himself. My ass throbbed in sympathy.
Ilya leaned on his elbows, his teeth bared, and his eyes screwed shut as Bron hummed with pleasure. I shifted, squeezing my thighs together. Did Bron realize I was watching? He’d known about me listening in on them back on their island, but that didn’t mean he was thinking of that now. They probably wouldn’t talk about emotional things so freely if they thought I was listening. It was strange they hadn’t switched to Russian, but they were speaking English so often now that maybe it was habit.
Gradually, Ilya widened his stance and tipped his hips, giving Bron easier access. Bron growled in appreciation, and Ilya’s gasps shifted from sounding like pain to pleasure. His cock jutted between his thighs, hard and untouched. It seemed so cruel not to at least touch him. If I was closer, I’d crawl underneath him and…
A tremor of pleasure ran through me, like a spontaneous mini-orgasm. I bit back a gasp and grimaced. I needed to get in the damned shower before I gave myself away.
Thinking about blowing a guy shouldn’t make me so hot, but the thought of getting in there while they were together was seriously turning me on. Besides, it was Ilya. The man was pretty much perfect—especially now that he was more experienced and sure of himself.
I withdrew from my spot at the door, planning to get into the shower before someone walked in. I was still completely dry. Well…not completely.
Ilya whimpered, and Bron laughed.
“Did you come all over the floor, stupid boy? You like my dick so much you don’t even need to be touched.”
I shuddered in guilty arousal, wondering if I could disobey Bron and get myself off quickly before they came in.
“Fuck, I love how you milk my cock when you come.” Bron’s voice hitched, and he groaned, swore. “Your wife’s ass is delightful, but I also couldn’t wait to get back into yours.”
I tiptoed back to the door to peek out, and sure enough, there was a glistening puddle on the floor. Bron’s hips stuttered, and he held still deep inside Ilya’s ass, both of them panting, slick, and beautiful. Bron brushed a tender kiss along the back of Ilya’s neck, and I felt even guiltier for watching.
He loved Ilya no matter what he’d said about them being trapped together. Maybe they wouldn’t have ended up in a sexual relationship without the forced proximity, but life was weird that way. Walk into a club or a class, meet someone new, change your life. Speculating on how things could have been different was interesting, but pointless.
“We could keep her, you know,” Ilya murmured so quietly I almost couldn’t hear him.
My heart leapt, leaving me confused. Did I really want them to want me to stay? If they asked, would I actually consider it?
“You really think she would agree?” Bron pulled out. “A woman so lovely, so intelligent? Why would she choose us and the way we live?”
Ilya slowly pushed up from the table. “No one knows where she is. She’s at our mercy.”
Oh god—what? He isn’t serious.
Bron laughed and smacked his ass. “Quit pretending you’re callous enough to keep her against her will and clean the mess you made all over the floor.”
“You think I wouldn’t keep her?” Ilya asked, getting down on all fours.
“I think you’ll ask her to stay, she’ll refuse, and you’ll mope around for at least ten years.”
Ilya licked his cum off the floor as though it was an everyday occurrence. Knowing them, it probably was.
When he got to his feet, Bron grabbed his beard. “Open.”
Ilya opened his mouth and showed Bron his tongue. Bron shoved his finger in, rubbing it over Ilya’s teeth, then shoving it deep enough to make him gag.
“Good boy.”
Ilya flushed pink. “If she refuses, maybe you’ll see a different side of me.”
Bron sighed. “I’ve seen every side of you, Ilyusha. You don’t have it in you to be so diabolical. Now stay there. Your ass is leaking.”
He headed my way, so I crossed the room and slipped into the shower, standing directly under the spray and hoping my hair got wet fast enough to fool him. The hot water stung my freshly punished ass, making me wince.
He grabbed a facecloth, then glanced over his shoulder at me, his gaze sliding from my face all the way down my body. Rather than walking out, he came to the shower and reached in, catching my nipple between two cruel fingers. I gasped, the twinge like a bolt of pained pleasure arcing directly to my needy pussy.
“Are you being a good girl in here?” he demanded.
“Yes, Bron.”
“No touching yourself. We’ll be joining you in a moment.”
The slight curve to his lips was sexy as hell.
If I played my cards right, maybe he’d let me orgasm before the night was through.
The bastard. He didn’t.
