21. Kirill
Chapter 21
Kirill
I stay where I am, focused on Mackenzie’s poor, swollen, red pussy. Dom slides out first, and then Tino, followed by a rush of their mixed cum.
Mackenzie’s pussy lips are still parted, and she’s so engorged, it makes my dick almost come without being touched. She scoots over the men and sits on the towel and then shocks the shit out of me when she leans back against the tangled mess that is Dom and Tino and lifts her legs in the air. Her knees are pressed together, so her pussy is presented squeezed between her legs, all puffy and leaking milky cum.
She’s fucking perfect—all my wet dreams in one hot package.
“Do you want to add your contribution?” She whispers the question.
I do want to. More than anything. She’s a beautifully obscene picture, and I want to come all over her peachy pussy. I can’t, though.
The tension builds in me. The sense of there being someone watching us, even though there isn’t. The way those men looked at her pussy the exact same way I am now, but without her consent.
I rake my fingers through my hair. “Fuck. I need to go.”
“What?” She puts her feet down on the towel so she’s now just hugging her knees. “Kirill, what’s wrong?”
“Nothing. I just want some space. I just lost my fucking father, and you guys are playing sex games.”
Shit. I don’t mean that. I don’t begrudge them. Or at least, I don’t begrudge her. The other two, I don’t know what I’m feeling right now.
Mackenzie’s face falls, and I hate myself a little. “Don’t, Kukla . It’s okay. I love you, but I need some time to myself.”
She nods. “Okay. But will you … can I see you tomorrow?” Her voice is small.
“Yes, tomorrow.”
“Kirill,” Dom says, but I ignore him as I walk out of the room.
I am so hard, I’m going to burst. My head is all fucked up. The stuff they did to us in that basement turned me on, but I hated it. Yet my mind goes back to it, and how amazing it felt to fuck her there, with the heightened adrenaline of the situation.
I feel as if I’m going to scream, or break something, or murder someone, so I go straight to my room.
The minute I’m in there, I’m pushing my pants and briefs down and grabbing my cock like a crazed person. I’m so hard I hiss in shock when I get hold of it. Fuck. I’ve never been this sensitized.
One hand is on my cock, the other bracing myself against the wall next to my bed. I work myself hard and fast, my teeth gritted, my ass muscles bunched and tight. The room is filled with the whacking of my hand on my dick. I masturbate faster, my bicep burning and bulging. I know I won’t last long. I’ve been desperate to come the entire time I’d been watching our doll with Dom and Tino. I didn’t even know I had the sort of self-control it took to stop me joining in with them.
Even as I chase my orgasm, my head races with thoughts I can’t seem to control or understand. Mackenzie full of Dom and Tino. Mackenzie, showing me her pussy like that. Mackenzie showing it to those men and how I hated it. Yet now, the thought is making me hot in the sickest, darkest way.
My climax rises through me, tightening my balls and condensing in my cock. I give in to it with a shout.
Milky cum sprays the wall as I climax so hard I see stars.
Collapsing onto my bed, I am horrified to see I’m still half hard, and still horny. Am I turning into my father?
He was famous for fucking for hours. A child should never know this about their parents, but I heard the girls he kept around in his clubs talking sometimes when I visited him there. One of them said to another girl about how Grigoriy had fucked her twice and come twice and then immediately fucked her friend’s face and come again, all over her chin.
I’d been about fifteen at the time and weirded out to hear them talk about him that way. It made me sick. Now here I am, coming over the thought of what happened in that basement and ready to go again.
Do I have his sickness in me? His spirit? Maybe, when he died, a part of his soul entered me? Like a fucking possession.
I turn to face the opposite wall to the one splattered with my cum and close my eyes. Right now, in this moment, I feel nothing but shadows eating away at me.
My disgusting hard cock eventually gets the message, and I zip my pants and curl into a ball as I let the darkness take me.
Banging at the door jerks me out of a nightmare-filled slumber.
“Open up, Kill.”
It’s Dom. I really don’t want to see him right now.
He bangs again, though.
“One minute,” I shout.
I push up off the bed and pull the door open.
Dom storms in, the usual whirlwind mix of charisma and asshole that he always is. Then he proceeds to shock the shit out of me when he grabs me and pulls me into a hug.
The door is open, and I hear a soft snigger. “ Touching .”
I look right into the blue eyes of one of the Vipers—though I couldn’t say which one. The twins are completely identical. Dom lets go of me, turns to him, and gives him the finger before kicking my door closed.
“You okay?” he asks. Then he rubs his hair. “That was a dumb question. Clearly not. I just want you to know, I’m here for you, man. If you want to talk. Or if you just want someone to sit in here while you lose your shit. I can do that, too.”
I nod. “Appreciated, but I don’t even know what I’m feeling.”
Dom sits on the bed, staring at the wall. His face morphs into a confused frown and then a look of disgust. “Eww, dude, you been doing some interior decorating?”
I follow his line of sight to discover the evidence of my earlier activities still painting the wall. I jump up, my face burning, and grab a towel. I wipe it off angrily.
“If that’s all?” I say to Dom, my back to him.
I’m embarrassed and defensive.
“Are you done?”
His voice isn’t confident anymore. In fact, if I didn’t know better, I’d say he’s scared.
“With what?” I turn to face him.
“This? Us ? Duchess offered you her pretty pussy on a silver platter, and you turned her down and came up here to pebbledash your walls with cum.”
Shame coats me, and I’ve felt more than enough of that the past few days. “Dom, fuck off out of my room.”
“No.”
“I’ll make you.”
He stands and walks right up to me. “I’d rather you beat me to a pulp than give me this silent treatment.”
I’m about to tell him again that my dad just died, but he holds his hands up and pre-empts me.
“I get that your dad died, but that’s not all this is about. It’s about her. Mackenzie. What gives?”
I sigh. “Dom, I did things to her. Things they made us do. Things I fucking enjoyed . Things I also hated. How can it be both?”
He shakes his head. “I don’t know. Did she want you to do those things?”
I give a bitter laugh. “She said so, but we had no choice. They made us do it.”
His brow furrows. “Think of it this way, though. If you hadn’t been there, she’d have been all alone in that experience. If she said she wanted it, maybe, in time, you can turn it into something less horrific. I won’t say beautiful, ’cause I realize it could never be that, but maybe you can be grateful you were there together? Without you, she might not have survived.”
I consider his words, twisting my lips. Maybe he has a point, and things would have been a hell of a lot fucking worse for her if she’d been alone. But also, if I didn’t exist, she’d never have gone through any of it in the first place. If I’d never come into her life, she’d still be unharmed.
Dom pauses and wrings his hands together. I can tell there’s something else he’s not saying.
“What?” I press him. “What is it?”
“When we were down in that basement, after you’d been knocked unconscious, Tino filmed some—” He cuts himself off and clears his throat. “Some compromising footage of your dad and his men.”
I raise my eyebrows. “You what?”
“We thought we could use it to ruin him, if we needed to. My question is, we can still release it, destroy his legacy and reputation, but that’s up to you. What do you want us to do with it?”
Maybe ruining his reputation would be the right way to go, but I can’t face any more hatred in this world.
“Delete it,” I say. “It’s enough that he’s dead, and he died while believing his reputation would be ruined. If we release it, we’re just as bad as he is.”
Dom reaches out and pats my shoulder. “I thought you might say that. I’ll make sure Tino deletes everything. I’ll leave you in peace now, but I’m truly sorry about your dad. I can’t imagine the head fuck it must be. I really am here if you want to talk.”
I bite the inside of my cheek, relishing the pain. I deserve it.
“Thanks, dude.”
When he leaves, I collapse on the bed, feet on the floor, head in my hands. And then, finally, the tears really come.