Chapter 20
Kinsley
Face Down
The ride home was spent in silence; no one really knew what to say. Seeing them fight tore me up inside. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. If it continued, I would be to blame for the fracture of their once unbreakable bond.
My hands sat useless in my lap, fingers twisted together just to keep them from trembling. There wasn’t anything left to say, and even if there had been, I wouldn’t have trusted my voice to carry it.
When I couldn’t take another moment of silence, I spoke. “Look, we all know I have to go. I can’t stand the tension between Ivan and you both. I should just leave now,” I said, turning to Nik and Alek.
“We aren’t discussing this right now,” Alek declared.
Of course he’d take the authoritarian approach instead of being reasonable. My heart sank, and a rush of conflicting emotions burned inside me. Anger flared once again, and a desire to fight back against his control emerged.
“I would love nothing more than to stay, but I refuse to put anyone else in danger over something that none of us can change. I have been a curse since the day I was born. I’m destroying your family, and I won’t do that.”
“Malyshka, I’m going to caution you once more. I won’t hear that kind of talk coming from your mouth again,” Nik warned, and I sighed. There was no use in trying to get them to understand.
Marcel eyed me closely. I knew he agreed with Nik but refrained from chastising me further. I sat in quiet contemplation the rest of the way home, trying to figure out if I should take a chance on my own or wait for Sebastian’s contact. I had the info from Owen’s other letter now.
I turned my face to the window, the passing scenery blurring as numbness set in.
I bit my tongue, trying to hold back the words that threatened to escape.
Alek’s refusal to even entertain the conversation might as well have been a door slammed in my face.
It reminded me how trapped I was by the circumstances and the people I loved.
My hands clenched into fists in my lap, my nails digging into my palms as I struggled to keep my emotions in check. Everyone remained silent, eyes fixed on their phones or outside. Taking a shaky breath, I reminded myself this wasn’t the time or place to argue.
A tear slipped down my cheek, and I wiped it away, hoping no one would notice. Alek, of course, did, and as soon as Marcus stopped the car, he stormed off. His anger left me feeling frustrated and concerned all in one.
Should I follow after him? My eyes stung, and I moved to go after him. But Sebastian grabbed my elbow.
“Let me handle him, tiny tot,” he said, kissing my check. “You’re a lucky man, Nikolai. I hope you know that.”
Left standing there, I was a whirlwind of emotions. Nik reached out. His touch helped. It was a lifeline. He tucked my hand in his and guided me to my room. The house was quiet, and we walked down the hallway and up the stairs. The silence between us filled with unspoken emotions.
In that moment, I desperately needed his grip because I couldn’t help but replay the scenes from earlier in my head. Nik stopped and pulled me close. A lump formed in my throat as I opened my mouth to speak, but he shook his head and placed a finger to my lips.
His expression softened briefly before a switch flipped in him.
It was so sudden it took my breath away.
One minute, he looked like he was going to take me into his arms and hold me.
The next, a look of determination settled in his features.
Almost without having to be told, he took over.
He sensed the need within me to get a rein over my spiraling emotions.
“It’s my night, right?”
“Yes, Sir,” I answered.
“Good, then I need you to shift your focus. Who should it be on?”
“You, Sir.”
“Such a good girl,” he said, caressing my face. “My bed, my rules. You remember them, right?” Desire shone in his blazing emeralds.
“Yes, of course.” I flushed.
He was right. I needed to let it go. I couldn’t control Ivan, nor Alek. Turning my attention to what I was in control over, I allowed Nik’s desire for me to take hold and followed his lead. It would at least temporarily make things better.
He laughed at my expression. “Get changed and get over there, then. I love that you still blush for me. It makes my cock so hard.”
He grabbed my hand and moved it down his pants. Closing my eyes, I traced his dick with my fingers, admiring his thickness. I gripped it and sighed.
“I need to talk to Alek for a minute. I have a new rule for you, baby girl.” He pulled my chin up so he could look deep into my eyes while I rubbed him.
“Fuck, that feels good,” he breathed. “If I tell you to wait for me, you are to ask me how. I have quite a few positions I want to teach you, and I’ll do so one at a time so you always know what I expect of you. Do you understand?” He turned me around, stopping my exploration.
“Yes, Sir,” I responded, my heart beating faster. His fingers were on my back. He loosened the ties, caressing any bare skin he could.
“Face down, ass up is the first one we will go with. It’s as the name states.
I want you to lie in the middle of the bed on your stomach.
I want your legs spread wide open.” His hand moved to grip my ass hard.
“I want this fucking ass in the air and your little pink cunt visible from when I walk in.” He kissed my neck softly while he whispered his instructions to me.
“Yes, Sir.” My voice shook with anticipation.
He let go and walked away, leaving me in a puddle.
I got undressed, threw on my robe, and, at the last minute, hastily grabbed my panties.
Upon entering his room, I just as promptly disrobed.
I placed the panties on his pillow and got into position.
Gathering my hair, I pushed it to one side and rested my face on the sheets.
I had barely gotten into position before his door opened. I briefly freaked out and got embarrassed. What if it was the maid putting something in his room? A couple of different scenarios flashed through my mind, but I managed to lie still. Then I felt his presence and relaxed.
“So fucking perfect. Damn, you’re gorgeous. Is this a present?” He picked up my panties.
“Yes, Sir. I thought you might like to know what you do to me,” I whispered, my voice trembling as much as my body.
“Dirty girl, these are so wet.” He brought them up to his nose and inhaled deeply as his lashes fluttered closed. “Thank you, baby, for the gift. It was thoughtful. Now I need to turn my attention to this.” His hand rubbed my ass, and I moaned at the contact, feeling desperate for him already.
“I can’t wait to see your ass rounder. When I take you from behind, I like to have something to grab hold of.”
As he spoke, I could hear him taking off his clothes. My body tingled as I waited in anticipation for him. He hadn’t even touched me yet, and I was already so aroused, pussy aching to be filled. I gasped as his hands ran up my inner thighs. Then he positioned himself at my entrance from behind.
“Let’s see if you can keep this body in perfect form this time without any help. Up on your knees for me, please.” He pushed my knees up, and I repositioned my body like he taught me.
Without another word, he pushed his cock deep inside me. The sweet burn as my pussy stretched to accommodate him so quickly made me groan, and he hissed in response.
“My baby girl is so wet. Such a needy little cunt, always ready to be fucked. You have no idea how good it makes me feel knowing you want me this much,” he growled, taking deep, even breaths.
The tips of his fingers skimmed my back in aimless, unhurried swirls, the drag of his skin against mine sending sparks down my spine. Every stroke was a whisper, a promise, a torment. Yet he didn’t move, just sat inside me while I grew nervous.
Every second stretched thin, while I vibrated with need. I fought the urge to shift under him, to beg. Surely he could feel the way my body trembled for him. I held my breath, waiting—for pressure, for movement, for something.
Finally, he pulled out and thrust back in. My body arched instinctively, chasing more before I could even process the way it ignited everything inside me. Then he had the nerve to strike a random pace, keeping me on edge, teasing me with the tip.
Every nerve screamed for him, lust pumping through my veins.
I was unraveling fast. Wanting—no, needing more of his cock.
I pushed my hips back. The smack caught me off guard, sharp enough to make me gasp and whip my head around.
My body lit up in response, pussy clenching like the desperate whore I was.
A needy whimper escaped as his hand soothed the sting.
“No, not yet.”
Embarrassment flooded through me and pooled in my cheeks. “Please,” I begged, feeling frantic.
With measured thrusts, he began again, and instead of random movements, now it was slow, sensual, long strokes. I moaned his name. Every slide of his thick cock was maddening. And he knew it. Ever the tease, he knew exactly what I needed and was hell-bent on giving me everything but that.
I squirmed beneath him, breath hitching. Every bit of me wanted to scream at him to rail me already.
“I love how I can get all the way inside of you, and you take it so fucking well, malyshka. I swear to god, your insides are swelling, making your sweet cunt tighter and tighter around my cock.”
And with a low, ragged sound—half growl, half surrender—everything shifted. It was like a shockwave. His hands dug into my flesh, mouth trailing fire down my back. All that restraint shattered in an instant, and he fucked me faster—rougher.
Another low moan escaped his lips, and a sense of power rushed through me, knowing I was the one he was making those sounds for. He chanted my name, along with a stream of words, some coherent, others not.