Chapter 2 #2
Without missing a beat, Rodion jogs to where I’m still pounding on the damn door with all my strength.
The wood creaks under the assault but holds strong until he begins chopping at the fucking thing like it’s firewood.
His strikes are powerful and precise, sending splinters flying.
By the time we break through, Alyona is tied to a table, and the freak who put her there throws a knife our way.
I move fast and without hesitation, executing a roundhouse kick to the man’s head. My foot connects with his jaw, sending him flying backwards, knocking the table and Alyona sideways. She cries out and begins thrashing to free herself.
“Shhh,” I coax, squeezing her thigh to reassure her.
It only lures the beast out of her. Despite the restraints, she tries to strike me with her knee but misses, her frustration coming out in little grunts. My laughter sounds odd when muffled by the mask.
“Let me go, you asshole!” she screams, her voice filled with anger and desperation as she squirms, kicking with the one leg that has managed to break free.
Rodion appears beside us and shoves a pill into her mouth, knocking her jaw upward to crush the casing and spill the sedative liquid within it down her throat.
It’s designed to calm her and make her more compliant.
Getting her out of here will be a lot easier without causing a scene.
As the drug takes effect, I untie her. Her body visibly relaxes, becoming pliant as Rodion takes her into his arms.
The fight fades from her body and she slackens. Rodion stands, keeping her secure in his grip.
“There,” he barks out, pointing to the hidden exit with a jerk of his chin.
I move a chair out of the way and begin tearing at the paneled wall until the door we paid a hefty price to make sure was added here appears.
“Let’s go.” I gesture for them to slip through first and then follow after, closing the exit behind me and latching it shut.
“L-Let me g-go,” Alyona slurs, attempting to lift her head and failing. “Let m-me g-go or I’ll c-cut your b-balls off.”
Both my brother and I chuckle at that.
Always a feisty girl.
“Is she sniffing you, brother?” I ask when Alyona buries her face in his armpit and inhales numerous times.
“Hmmm.” He grunts. “Indeed, she is.”
Maneuvering our way through the tunnels toward the underground basement parking garage, excitement sparks in my chest. This was easier than I thought it would be.
Because only a madman would attempt it.
“There.” Rodion jerks his chin to the blue sports car waiting for us.
Once I get situated inside, I hold my arms out for her to be transferred to me. Our prize is finally in my arms. She doesn’t fight it when I smooth her hair from her face.
“Y-You stole m-me,” she murmurs.
I grin, though she still can’t see me. “Someone had to save you, princess.”
“T-That’s queen t-to you, asshole.”
The engine roars to life and vibrates through me. Rodion peels out of the parking garage. We move fast and take back routes wherever we can.
“Y-You broke the r-rules,” she grumbles, hazy with the effects of the drug, her eyes barely open.
I rip off the gloves I’m wearing to feel her skin against my palm. So soft and sweet. We did it. We fucking got our girl.
“Rules were meant to be broken,” Rodion tells her, reaching his hand over to also touch her. To make sure she’s real.
She’s okay. She made it out.
Tugging off my mask, I lean over and slip Rodion’s off too, so we can breathe. Alyona’s mouth pops open, gaping like a fish back and forth at us.
Who the hell was she expecting?
“Y-You can’t just s-steal me,” she snips, hoping and failing to sound haughty.
I smile down at her. “We just did.”
“B-But…”
“Shhh,” Rodion croons, “you’re our bounty.”
“You can’t k-keep me,” she argues.
I clasp her cheek. “Oh, but we can.”
Rodion adds, “Oh, and we will.”
She sticks up her middle finger, causing us both to burst into laughter.
“There will be plenty of fucking, too, Voskoboynikov,” Rodion says in warning. “We’re not patient men. We’re madmen, lovely. And we’ve officially taken our bounty.”
She closes her eyes, and I do the same.
She’s ours.
Two days later…
Alyona, our gorgeous prize, is now sitting on the couch with Rodion rather than rotting in The Games arena.
Two days ago, we brought her to a little apartment we like to keep just outside of the city.
It’s quiet and private. The only other person who knows about it is our housekeeper who cleans and brings us fresh groceries every couple of days.
She’s safe here.
“How are you feeling?” I ask, unable to pull my eyes from her, even for a second.
“Like I have too much energy,” she murmurs, “and I need an outlet.”
I flash her a wolfish grin and prowl toward her. “Mmm, we can help tire you out, love.”
“You’re both evil,” she snorts out, shivering at my nearness. Her eyes dart to the tattoo on my neck, a skull complete with devil horns and a snake coiled around it, slithering through the eye sockets, a perfect match to the one on Rodion’s neck. “Devil twins.”
No argument there.
Our little angel likes to play with demons.
Rodion traces her bare stomach with his fingertip while I tug on her ear with my teeth.
“When you compliment us, it only gives us bigger heads,” I explain, my breath tickling against her ear. “And not the ones on our shoulders.”
She lets out a moan that makes my dick practically fucking seep with the need to be inside her.
Such a tease, this girl. Lying next to her for two nights straight without taking and claiming her as our own has been its own form of torture.
But she needed rest. Now she’s had too much of it, apparently.
“You’re not getting in my pants,” she sasses, her voice breathy from the angel bite—a seductive drug she’d taken earlier to try and help her relax. Despite months of training, flirting, falling…
She has never given into her lust for us and that ends now. I need to taste her, feel her, claim her.
“What about in your bra?” Rodion teases, sliding under her skimpy tank top that barely covers her breasts.
“Mmm…” Her soft moan is encouraging.
“I think that’s a yes,” I tell him.
She lets out a sharp breath when I bite the side of her neck.
“Zahkar,” she whimpers.
My dick jolts at her calling my name. There was a time I hated being given a new name by my adoptive father, Andru, until Rodion used it for the first time. It sounds different on the lips of someone you care about so fucking deeply.
“Yes, princess?” I taunt.
Her kitten-like growl sends Rodion into a bout of laughter.
“I am Alyona Voskoboynikov,” she says primly. “You can call me Queen, not princess.”
“Queen, hmm?” Rodion murmurs. “Does that mean you need a throne?”
“I have a throne you can sit on,” I growl, grabbing hold of her hips and drawing her out of Rodion’s reach and into my lap so she’s straddling me.
Her blonde hair cascades down in front of her generous tits and her plump lips part in surprise.
“A seat fit for a queen,” I tell her, using her hips to grind her against my aching length.
Rodion rises from the sofa and walks around to the back of the couch. I can hear him undo his belt behind me. When her eyes widen, I know where he’s going with this.
Our girl always resists.
But she can only resist so long.
We’re irresistible, even to her.
It’s long past time. We all know this.
“A queen needs a crown,” he rumbles from behind me. I can hear the familiar slapping of flesh as he strokes his dick. “This crown will do, no?”
She bites on her bottom lip, her eyes widening at the sight before her. “It’s a fine crown.”
He chuckles as he reaches over and starts pulling off her tank top. She’s bare beneath. Sweet, full tits with the rosiest nipples. Our girl let the madmen into her world willingly. It’s only fair we give her a taste of our insanity as a reward.
I reach between her spread thighs, my heart racing at the thought of finally getting to see her like this. Pulling her shorts and panties to the side, I peek at her delicious cunt. Golden blonde trimmed hair. Sexy as fuck. A small pink clit peeks out between her perfect pussy lips.
“Your throne awaits,” I encourage, grabbing one of her hands and bringing it to my dick that’s straining in my pants.
Her eyes flicker with indecision. I see the moment she decides to finally take the plunge, because her lips part and her eyelashes flutter. Then, she undoes my pants. A groan rasps from me when she pulls my heavy cock out into her small hand.
“Sit on it,” Rodion encourages, one hand jerking on his cock and the other reaching forward to toy with a lock of her hair.
“Yes, sit on it, my queen,” I parrot, desperate to feel her finally take my fat cock inside her.
I reach forward and run my finger along her slit. She groans when I tease her clit. Her hips rock with my efforts as she grows more aroused. I work her clit while Rodion’s hand travels to one of her bouncy tits.
“You can’t come until you’re on your throne,” I taunt. Sex has always been a means to a pleasurable end. It doesn’t make me nervous or anxious, so why the hell is my ribcage threatening to crack with the sheer force of my racing heart?
“May as well give in to your royal duty.” Rodion groans, leaning over to spit on my cock, using his skilled fingers to massage the length to lube it up ready for her.
She smiles, lazy and beautiful, before sitting up on her knees.
Fuck, this is it, I’m going to finally feel our girl.
I keep her shorts and panties pulled to the side as she lines herself up with the tip of my glistening cock.
As she eases down, allowing herself to adjust to my girth, I let out a hiss of pleasure.
Her cunt is soaked. Needy as fuck it’s as though her body swallows mine deep into its depths because she was made to take me.
Built for Ro and I. Ours. I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.
My eyes close and I tilt my head back. Rodion leans forward and I hear the familiar sound of kissing.
I grip her hips and rock her against me.
Their kissing grows more intense, making her move seductively against me, maddening me with sheer pleasure.
I reopen my eyes and stare down at the way her juices smear along my dick leaving a clear coating in its wake.
Fuck, she’s perfect.
“Now for your crown,” Rodion croons as he pulls away from her red, swollen lips. He steps over the couch and brings his eager dick closer to her. Our girl obeys and runs her tongue along the head of his cock, lapping at his pre-cum.
I’m so high on how fucking beautiful she is sucking on his big dick, that I start to lose my hold on reality.
I massage her clit, loving the way her pussy clenches around me.
The moans coming from her are muffled by Rodion’s dick in her mouth.
He pushes a little too hard against her throat making her gag.
Tears leak down her cheeks, and I lick them away before they can drop from her chin. They both moan.
The sound sends me over the edge. I come deep inside her with a groan.
I’m still spurting out my release when Rodion jerks out of her mouth and climbs the rest of the way over the couch until he’s beside us.
He roughly lifts her hips, popping her off my dick.
His hand yanks her shorts, fabric ripping as he tears them away to grant him access, and then he drives into her hard enough she cries out.
I turn to face them and her bright blues stare deeply into mine.
She’s a fucking goddess. Like I knew she would be. There’s no going back from this now that we’ve finally taken her. She’s ours, dammit. We knew it before, but this just solidifies it. She’s ours. She’s fucking ours. Always.
Leaning into her, our mouths meet and we kiss desperately, both feeling the same revelation. We were created to be together. She is our missing piece.
Rodion fucks her used pussy from behind. My palms are greedy and I grab handfuls of her tits. I can feel my dick already hardening, ready for a round two.
Rodion’s eyes meet mine. We speak without speaking. It’s what we do. He pulls out of her long enough to capture some leftover cum on his fingertips, and then is back to driving inside her. His fingers massage the cum onto her clit.
“Fuck, you feel so damn good,” he growls.
He maneuvers her supple, willing body to collapse against his chest, lowering them until he’s on his back on the couch, with her splayed on top of him, facing up. I’m now looking down over them, enjoying the scene before me.
I move between their legs, bringing my lips to her tight cunt that’s still being filled by Rodion’s thick cock.
Spreading her lips even further apart, my tongue glides over her throbbing clit making her moan louder.
My hand snakes up her body to play with her tits as my lips lavish attention on her pussy.
Tasting both Rodion and me on her is sending euphoria buzzing through my veins.
He grinds up into her and I lick at them both as he enters and leaves her body.
My dick is throbbing so hard it might burst.
“Oh my fucking God,” our queen screams as her legs begin to tense and shake, her pussy clamping down on Rodion’s cock, forcing his release along with hers.
I stroke my hand over my length and follow them over into bliss, spraying her body with my cum.
“Oh, God,” she whimpers, almost sobbing as she tries to catch her breath. “This is insane.”
“We’re madmen,” Rodion grunts, his teeth nipping at the exposed flesh of her shoulder. “Did you expect anything less?”
He bites her harder and she cries out.
We’re a tangled mess of limbs, the three of us, sated and happy.
A feeling like I’ve never felt before.
We’ve fucked a lot of people, but it’s never been so…complete.
Then, she giggles.
Softly at first.
Soon, her laughter turns wild.
“Rodion, you owe me for those shorts,” she says with a content sigh. “They were vintage Versace.”
I grin—like the madman I am—at Rodion.
We’ve finally had our girl and we’re never letting her go.