88. Thea
88
Thea
K yril looked pissed. And also tired.
I’d not seen him since before I went to London. He went home shortly before I left campus and although he’d texted me many times, I stopped replying after the scene in the cafeteria.
There were too many secrets between us, and as much as I cared for him, he’d be better off steering clear of me. Our fathers didn’t have a cordial relationship. The few times my father mentioned Vasily Orliov, it was mostly accompanied by curse words.
If he heard I’d been sleeping with Vasily’s heir apparent, he’d probably lose his shit.
“I don’t like being ignored, kotenok .”
His eyes narrowed to slits at my disdainful expression. “It’s called being ghosted, Kyril. Learn the lingo.”
For a big bastard, Kyril was surprisingly light on his feet. He was on me before I could react. Or maybe I’d lost my edge. It was hard to tell.
His hand gripped my throat as he pressed me against the edge of the counter.
“You belong to me. There’s no escape, kotenok. Try it and see how long it takes me to track you down.”
“Have you chipped me like a dog?”
He pressed his nose into the curve of my neck and inhaled. If anyone else did such a creepy thing, I’d knife them. But when Kyril did it, it smacked of possession and obsession, and I was here for that.
He pulled back a fraction and smirked at me. “That’s not a bad idea. I’ll put it on my to-do list for when you ghost me again.”
“Try it and I’ll kill you,” I growled.
“Cute.” He stroked my cheek and smiled, which irritated the fuck out of me. Did he no longer see me as a threat?
Before I could overthink it, I punched him hard in the sternum, temporarily knocking the air from his chest. His eyes widened in surprise. He’d not expected me to fight back.
“Not so cute now, eh?” I smirked, shoving him back while he fought for air.
To my surprise, he recovered a lot faster than I expected. Before I could leave the room, he grabbed my wrist and hauled me back into his arms.
“That was…mean,” he spluttered after a few more moments.
“Well-deserved, though.”
He half-laughed, half-coughed in response, and despite my annoyance at his overbearing attitude, I grinned.
“You like it when I fight you,” I observed. His erection was kind of hard to miss.
The way his smile turned feral told me all I needed to know. Of course he liked it. He was as fucked up as me.
“The more you fight me, the harder it makes me, kotenok. So go ahead, fight back some more. It’s been way too long since I felt your tight little pussy squeeze my cock. And I’m done waiting .”
“This is a faculty bathroom,” I deadpanned, even though my body clenched at the idea of him taking me hard. He was right. It had been way too long. Had I become a sex addict? It sure felt like it.
His eyebrow shot up. “And?”
“Pretty sure being caught having sex in a faculty bathroom counts as misconduct as per the student handbook.”
Kyril snorted. “Like I give a fuck. The college can’t expel me. My father would never allow that. He wants me to get a college degree so I can be a better, stronger pakhan.” From the derisive way he said that last bit, he wasn’t his father’s number one fan.
I could relate.
I guess we both had daddy issues.
“Is that where you’ve been? With your father?”
He nodded, but didn’t elaborate. We both had secrets, only I’d buried mine a lot deeper.
“I don’t want to talk about my father,” he murmured, nuzzling my hair in a gentle way that was decidedly not Kyril. “He’s a boner killer.”
“Really?” I arched an eyebrow. His erection hadn’t deflated in the slightest.
“I like your dress,” he said, pressing said erection into my stomach, now fully recovered from my sneaky punch.
“Eden forced me to wear it.” It was the less revealing of the two dresses she’d decided best suited my skin tone. The other one was blue, which I liked, but it was even more slutty than this one.
Apparently, Eden’s taste in couture ball gowns leaned more toward courtesan than demure.
Kyril grunted in approval as he traced a line from my jaw to the swell of my cleavage. My pulsed kicked up a notch in response as my inner slut perked up. I reminded her we were supposed to be half-way back to our room by now, but she ignored me.
“She has good taste.”
Before I could protest, he lifted me onto the counter and stepped between my thighs. The hard ridge of his cock rubbed my clit, and I moaned. Dammit. Why did he have to feel so good?
“Kyril,” I tried to say, but he wasn’t listening. Instead, he pushed my dress up higher, revealing the stockings Eden had insisted I wore.
“You look like the best gift ever, kotenok. I feel like all my Christmases have come at once.”
Honestly, I felt the same way. Kyril filled out a shirt and tux like a dream. Landon had looked pretty damn fuckable, too. And I bet if I saw Cassian and Milo, they’d also exceed my expectations.
Was it any wonder I had zero self-restraint around these guys?
“But as fine as you look in this dress, kotenok, I need to have you.”
I wanted to say no, but the minute his mouth found mine in a hot, dirty kiss, I lost the power of speech. He plundered my mouth, taking what he wanted. Moans echoed around the bathroom. Part of me worried that someone would hear us - me - but then I realized I didn’t care.
I was leaving tomorrow. There was nothing the college could do to me, and as Kyril had already admitted, he was in no danger of being expelled either.
“Less talking and more fucking,” I growled when we broke apart, both of us panting.
He grinned. “Your wish is my command, my queen.”
He yanked my corset down and locked his mouth around one of my nipples, sucking hard as he palmed my other breast. I moaned with delight, but I needed more. Time was ticking and the longer we stayed in here, the more likely it was someone would walk in and ruin the moment.
“I need you, Kyril. Now!”
With one final suck on my tit, he reached down and ripped my panties off.
“These are mine,” he smirked, stuffing the scrap of silk and lace into his jacket pocket. Then he unzipped his pants and released his cock.
I sucked in a shaky breath. I’d forgotten how big he was. But he didn’t give me time to overthink what we were about to do.
“Are you ready for me?” he crooned, rubbing the head of his cock over my wet slit, teasing me.
“No,” I admitted. Concerned that he might break me. Again.
“Too bad,” he laughed before pushing inside me. I screamed as my body stretched to accommodate his considerable girth.
“Oh god,” I cried.
“That’s right, kotenok, take all of me. Every fucking inch.” With a hard thrust, he was fully inside me, so deep I could almost feel him hit the back of my throat. His abs bumped my belly as he cupped my tit, rubbing his thumb across my sensitive nipple.
I was so close. So close to falling apart in every way. My body craved him. Every dark, lethal inch of him. His anger, his pain, and most of all, his protectiveness.
My life was dark, soaked in blood, but Kyril understood. He’d grown up in the same world as me.
Fate had thrown us together, and even if this was our last night together, I’d take a piece of him with me.
“Harder,” I moaned. I didn’t want gentle or sweet. I needed his darkness.
He grunted as he railed me. With each hard thrust, I climbed higher. The lewd, wet sounds of our bodies slapping together echoed off the walls. Would anyone hear us as they walked past?
A deliciously twisted part of me hoped so. I imagined Landon bursting in and catching me fucking Kyril. I’d loved sharing them. The memory of Landon jerking off while Kyril fucked me pushed me over the edge.
My pussy gripped Kyril’s cock like a vise, triggering his orgasm.
He groaned as he unloaded inside me. The feel of his cum dripping down my thighs reminded me we hadn’t used a condom…again!
“Condom!” I cursed loudly, well aware this was also my fault. What was wrong with me? Twice now I’d fucked up. We’d fucked up. Jesus Christ. I was a walking cliche: a poster girl for Planned Parenthood. A living, breathing reminder to all the stupid girls out there that this is what happened when you acted like a brain-dead slut.
Kyril raked his fingers through his hair and stared at me in horror. “I’m so sorry, kotenok. FUCK!” He threw me an apologetic look. “ I’ll sort this out for you, I promise.”
I was leaving at dawn, but he didn’t need to know that. I guess a trip to a pharmacy first thing in the morning was on my to-do list . Asshole Russian with his big dick .
“I have to get back,” I muttered, hopping off the counter. My thighs were slick with cum. It felt gross.
Kyril pulled a napkin from a dispenser and handed it to me with a sheepish grin.
“I’m sorry,” he repeated, still grinning.
“Asshole,” I muttered. “You won’t be smiling if you knock me up.”
“Won’t I?” He threw me another cocky smirk as he zipped up his pants, looking way more polished than me. The mirror had already told me my hair was in disarray and my lipstick long gone. Add in my flushed cheeks and the fact my dress now had suspicious stains on the skirt, and it was pretty obvious I’d been fucked to within an inch of my life.
Not a good look.
“We’re too young to have a baby.” And also, our fathers would kill us both.
“I’d love to put a baby in your belly, kotenok,” he purred, placing a large palm on my stomach. I shoved him back, and he laughed.
Marvellous . The crazy Russian had a breeding kink. This was bad. Very bad.
“No babies, Kyril,” I said, rolling my eyes.
He winked, which told me he wasn’t listening at all. Oh well. It didn’t matter. I’d pick up a morning after pill tomorrow morning. Everything would be fine. Even if he did have a cunning plan to knock me up, there was no way in hell that would be happening. By the time he realized I was gone, I’d be half-way home.
My heart ached in my chest when I thought of how angry and hurt he’d be, but I steeled my resolve. Another hour and I’d make my excuses and leave. By then, the guys would be drunk and wouldn’t notice me disappear.
At least, that was the plan.
I let Kyril drag me back into the main hall, where our fellow students danced, drank, and ate ruinously expensive hors d’oeuvres. I’d eaten nothing since this morning, but I had no appetite. Not even the recent orgasm courtesy of Kyril and his amazing dick had done much for my mood. Not now the aftershocks had faded, anyway.
The annoying bastard had refused to give me back my panties, forcing me to suffer the consequences of him not using a condom. I’d cleaned up as best I could, but I was desperate to pull this dress off and take a shower.
Kyril’s arm snaked around my waist as we stood near the wall. Music and conversation ebbed and flowed, most of it washing over my head. I wanted to leave, but Kyril didn’t seem inclined to let me go.
I’d tried to pull away once already, but he just growled like a dog with a chew toy.
The ambient chatter picked up just as Landon spotted us. I tensed as he headed our way, a look of determination on his face.
Damn, he looked good in a kilt. As a huge fan of Outlander, I could appreciate a man in a kilt. Not all men could pull off a plaid skirt, but Landon could.
I licked my lips, hoping against hope I wasn’t drooling. When he reached us, he folded his arms across his chest and scowled.
“Are you avoiding me?”
“What makes you think that?” I asked innocently.
“Um, the fact you haven’t replied to my 117 messages and also the fact you ran away earlier.”
I shrugged. What did he want me to say? Talking wasn’t going to fix our problems, and besides, I was leaving, so a clean break was better for all of us.
Not that Kyril had picked up on my subliminal messages. If anything, he seemed remarkably relaxed after fucking me senseless less than 30 minutes ago. Go figure.
“Thea, look, I know I was mad because you didn’t tell me you were at the masked ball, but…” His voice trailed off as we all became aware something was going on.
All around us, people chattered excitedly, staring at their phones, and then looking at us. Expressions ranged from disbelief and shock to glee and disgust.
“What’s going on?” Landon asked, scratching his head. “Has Taylor Swift announced she’s pregnant with twins and Travis isn’t the baby daddy?”
Kyril rolled his eyes at Landon’s ridiculousness and reached out to snatch the phone off a girl standing a couple of feet away.
“Hey!” she yelled before wincing when she saw who’d taken it. But her attention soon focused on me, not Kyril. “Wow, it’s actually her!” she whisper-shouted to her friend before they started giggling.
Kyril muttered something in Russian and then handed the phone to Landon, who swore loudly.
“What’s going on?” They looked at each other and then at me.
“Fuck, Thea…” Landon grimaced and then handed me the phone.
I stared at the small screen, trying to make sense of what I was seeing. Three figures on a bed. All of them naked. Was it a porno? Porn was everywhere. Nobody batted an eye these days. Surely a video from YouPorn wasn’t anything to get excited about.
More people started pointing at us and whispering. Landon slid closer to me, so he was at my front and Kyril behind me. Making sure nobody could get any closer. His hands rested on my hips as I peered at the video clip. There was no sound, so all I had to go on was the imagery.
I looked closer. The room’s decor seemed familiar. So did the guy closest to the camera. Then he turned around and I realized it was Cassian. My heart jolted in my chest. Was this an old sex tape?
The girl beneath him arched her back and looked sideways, revealing more of her face and the identity of the guy she was riding.
I gasped.
Oh. My. God.
It was me.
Me having sex with Cassian and Landon.