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Malice spreads his legs, and since my legs are draped over the outsides of his, it has the effect of spreading mine too—forcing my thighs open and showing off my pussy to his brothers.
As if they haven’t already seen plenty of it.
Now I canseeRansom and Victor watching me, though, and it makes my cheeks burn with heat.
Ransom has his pants open and his cock out, and he strokes himself slowly, like he’s not trying to get carried away just yet. The metal balls of the ladder piercing in his dick catch the light, and I’m transfixed for a bit, watching him touch himself.
In contrast, Victor doesn’t even have his pants undone. He’s gripping the armrests of the chair where he sits, his gaze locked on me and his jaw so tight that the muscles stand out from his face.
Malice wraps one arm around my waist, dragging me in closer. His body is like a furnace, giving off an incredible heat that sinks into my skin and turns me on even more. He dips his head, nipping at my earlobe, and when he speaks, the deep rumble of his voice makes me moan softly.
“They’ve been watching you this whole time, you know. Now you get to watch them. Tell Ransom what you see,” he murmurs. “Tell him what you’re staring at so hard.”
“I…” I swallow, trembling as my stomach flutters. “I see his cock.” The word comes out of my mouth a whole lot more easily than it did earlier when I was describing my dream. “He has a piercing. Lots of them. He’s touching himself. Jerking off.”
“I bet he’s thinking about having you touch him instead,” Malice rumbles. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
I nod, because there’s no point in denying now. I stopped denying what I want the minute I got down on my knees and crawled across the floor to Malice.
“Tell him,” the man beneath me commands. “Tell Ransom how much you want him.”
“I do,” I breathe. “I want you so bad. Every time you touch me, every time you kiss me, I just wantmore.”
And it’s true. I’m not just parroting back what Malice tells me to say. My body pulses with the truth of it, and my pussy clenches around nothing, wanting to be filled so incredibly badly.
I don’t care if it hurts, don’t care that it’s my first time. My virginity has never brought me anything but heartache, coveted by men who wanted me for only one thing. I was never trying to keep it, never trying to hold on to some antiquated idea of ‘purity.’ I just hadn’t found anyone I wanted to give it to.
But now?
Now I have.
“Holy hell, angel.” Ransom groans, fisting his cock a little harder, tightening his grip around the base like he’s trying to avoid coming too soon. “You’re killing me.”
Malice snorts, but he doesn’t make a move to lift me off his lap, keeping me right where I am. His large hands come up to play with my breasts, palming and squeezing them and tugging at my nipples.
“Pull harder.”
The voice from my left shocks me, and I whip my head over to lock eyes with Victor. He’s still gripping the arms of his chair, his gaze glued to me. Malice hums behind me, pinching my nipples and tugging them roughly away from my body, and my back arches as jolts of pleasure shoot through me. My head falls back against Malice’s shoulder, and I writhe on his lap, pressing against his thighs in an effort to squeeze my legs together as my clit starts screaming for friction all over again.
Victor lets out a sharp breath, his Adam’s apple sliding up and down as he swallows.
He knew.
I don’t know exactly what he saw on all those cameras in my apartment, but something he saw made him certain I would like this. My heart thumps heavily as I process that fact, but I can’t focus on it very well. Malice, clearly pleased with the result of following Vic’s advice, is rolling and pinching and tugging on my nipples, torturing them in a way that’s turning me into a panting, whimpering mess.
“You want Ransom so much,Solnyshka?” he asks, his breath gusting over the shell of my ear. “Then beg him. Beg him to let you have his cock.”
“Please.” There’s no hesitation. The words pour out of me immediately, interspersed with breathless, inarticulate sounds. “Please, I want your cock, Ransom. Please give it to me.”
“Umnitsa.” Malice says something in Russian, and although I don’t know what it means, the way he says it makes my toes curl. “You did such a good job begging. So he’s going to fuck you.”
41
WILLOW
I go still,blinking in surprise at the certainty in Malice’s tone. I’ve been talking to Ransom, but Malice is the one who has me on his lap, completely naked and draped over him—and yet he’s telling me that his brother is the one who’s going to fuck me.
Turning my head, I crane my neck a little to look at him. He hasn’t come yet, and I can feel how hard he still is, his massive cock a hot line under my ass.
