Chapter 33
Aleksandr
All For One
“Iapologized, if that makes it any better,”
Nik said solemnly.
However, his eyes said he’d done more than that. I shook my head at him, trying to come to terms with how this girl was making me feel.
“Can’t I ever have something that is just mine, fucker?”
Her desire to comfort me and my willingness to allow her to made her dangerous. I didn’t do emotional, but Kinsley had found ways around barriers I’d erected long ago. The saddest part—she was clueless about what she was doing.
“Not according to our motto, no. I absolutely see the pull now, though. So, if it makes you feel any better, I apologize for giving you so much shit.”
“How wonderful of you. Stop trying to twist our motto. I’ll forgive you only if you can get Ivan to stop giving me so much shit as well. She’s different. She’s not a Jenna or Alisha.”
My eyes met and held his in the mirror. He nodded.
“Okay, so then I’ll step back.”
Nik grew serious.
The look he threw my way had me wishing I hadn’t said anything at all. I threw on jeans and a T-shirt.
“Ignore me. I’m still reeling from earlier. This shit is getting old, Brother. It’s that, or I am. I’m ready to go home.”
I tried to brush the feelings off and focused my attention on my phone as it buzzed.
KINSLEY:
Meet me outside the dining room in twenty minutes.
I smiled, my head shaking in disbelief. The audacity with which she roped Marcus into orchestrating dinner arrangements was astonishing. She boldly seized control despite not knowing us that well. Jenna wasn’t even that bold. No, Jenna knew her place, I reminded myself.
There was something about Kinsley that compelled me to grant her liberties I seldom bestowed upon other women in my life. It was yet another perplexing aspect that left me utterly bewildered.
The suite we were staying in was split into two levels. Each decked out with its own outdoor terrace. With over two thousand square feet of living space, it even had a baby grand off the dining room.
After walking upstairs with Nik, I halted as my breath caught in my throat. Standing before me was Kinsley in a short black dress, slit up the side. She was all dolled up. Seemed she’d sent Marcus shopping, as well.
She wore the heels from last night, but it was the stark contrast on her right breast that caught and held my eye. She hadn’t even bothered trying to hide it. Fuck, she was wearing it proudly, as if she wanted everyone to see it.
I wanted to give her a matching one on the other side. With a glass of whiskey in her hand, she turned her gaze to me. Jenna and Sarah joined her. I ignored them both, only having eyes for Kinsley.
“Good evening, gentlemen. I’d like to cordially invite you to the first ever ‘All For One, and One For All’ game night,”
Kinsley announced in a husky voice.
She was flaunting her cute, uninhibited side, and her words intrigued me. I only then remembered I had a shit ton of questions for her. Damn her, she was such a fucking distraction.
“I take back what I said,”
Nik mumbled in my ear.
I shot him a warning glare.
“For one glorious night, we’re going to get to know one another on a deeper level.”
She paused before continuing with a gleam in her eye. “We’ll pretend we’re in Vegas, so what happens here, stays here. We’ll be playing an extended version of game night.”
She definitely had our undivided attention. Ivan watched her with dark eyes, Nik’s were alive, and my cock, which was still semiaroused, roared to stand at attention. Well, without the confines of my damn jeans, it would. I throbbed hard at her words.
“Round one begins with dinner,”
Kinsley announced, a flirty glint in her eyes. She placed a stack of question cards on the table. With a quick glance, I realized she’d picked the blue highlighted stack.
“Oh, this is going to be good,”
Nik exclaimed, drawing the same conclusion.
Somehow, the silly girl had chosen some of the more in-depth questions. Tonight was going to be an unforgettable round two.
“These cards will be our guide,”
she continued, shooting daggers at Nik as he found her comment entertaining. “Everyone will choose a card, and the ladies will share their answers. Then we’ll switch, and it’ll be your turn to answer,”
she finished, her voice filled with anticipation.
So fucking cute.
She handed me my drink. “Oh, I should mention. There is no taking the consequence way out and removing clothing tonight. Once you enter the room, you agree to participate fully in all ways.”
Ivan shot me a look. Walking over to Kinsley, he handed her his drink.
“You’re brave. You’re going to need this more than me, little love. Drink up.”
He boldly checked out her body, and she blushed beautifully.
Her eyes went to his waistband, noting the ever-present blade. The first thing I noticed was the seating arrangements: men on one side, women on the other.
Right as the first course was being served, Kinsley spoke again. “Alek, will you do the honors and start us off?”
I pulled a card from the pile and cleared my throat. “What is one physical feature and one nonphysical feature that turns you on? Why?”
“I’ll go first,”
Sarah offered. “Muscles for protection, for obvious reasons. Then, for nonphysical, I’ll go with a sense of purpose or direction.”
Jenna went next. “Height. Call me shallow, but he has to be taller than me. And intellect is a must.”
Kinsley looked down and then back up. “I haven’t ever thought about it. But I guess a nicely defined V-cut, along with an actual ass, is nice to look at. Nonphysical is harder for me, but integrity probably ranks high. Without it, all other manner of things fall apart.”
I knew she had a full view of my ass earlier and couldn’t help but grin.
Nik went next, pulling a card. Glancing at it, he flicked it down. “Oral or anal.”
He sat back and waited.
“I know what you like. Anal, Sir,”
Jenna answered quickly. Nik beamed at her and then looked at Sarah. She took a long swig of her wine before answering with a squeak. “Oral.”
All eyes turned to Kinsley. I didn’t think her face could get any redder, but it did. “Can I ask a clarifying question?”
“Questions are always encouraged, baby girl,”
Nik said seductively, and I kicked him under the table.
“Am I giving or receiving?”
“Receiving,”
he answered immediately.
“Oral, then. Anal requires a level of trust I’m not sure I could ever give.”
“And if you were giving?”
Nik asked. Her eyes went wide, and she blinked.
“Oral as well, although it might be fun wearing a strap-on. I’ve always wondered what it’d be like to have that kind of power.”
She turned her innocent eyes to me and smiled. Not likely, little girl. Jenna chuckled, causing me to grin.
Ivan went last and didn’t even pick a card. “Since my brother neglected my favorite hole, I’ll make up my own question. Top, bottom, or from behind?”
Kinsley chewed on her bottom lip, looking every bit the shy girl again.
“I’m a bottom, always will be, in every way,”
Jenna answered while Kinsley fidgeted with her napkin.
“I like to be on top,”
Sarah said confidently.
Kinsley took a deep breath, and her eyes moved to Ivan’s.
“I’d have to factor in a few different things before I could answer.”
“Such as?”
He smirked.
“Well, Blade, when you say from behind, are we talking classic doggy or flatiron? Size matters, you know.”
A gleam shone in her eyes.
“That’s right, you prefer a baby blade,”
he teased her.
“It fits better, yes. Now, do you want my answer?”
Is she flirting with him? I stared at her, somewhat dumbfounded.
“I do,”
he responded, a sly grin tugging at his lips. “But I should probably warn you, none of us on this side of the table pack a baby blade,”
he added, and her eyes widened. “And a skilled fighter knows that patience and timing play a huge role in planning. You’ve got to lay the ground rules first, dance a little, and then strike.”
Without breaking eye contact, he casually dragged a piece of his roll through the gravy on his plate and popped it into his mouth. And now he was flirting with her in return. Excellent. I drained my glass and glared at him. He and Nik were now both on my shit list.
She bristled before answering. “Good to know. I’ll go with a seated straddle, then, so I can control the pace and how deep it goes. That or the close-up; the extra padding from your thighs and my ass will create the perfect barrier to prevent a deeper cut, so to speak.”
“My thighs and your ass, huh?”
He winked. She groaned at his repeat of her words.
I was officially going to strangle them both.
“Not you directly. I mean, in general, his thighs, my ass. Oh lord—top, my answer is a modified top.”
I continued to stare, confused by her. The mix of sweet innocence with a hint of the vixen waiting to be unleashed was heady. I had to wonder how many men had tapped into that before.
“Fix your face, Brother, you look like you’re thinking about killing again,”
Nik whispered, leaning over to me.
I shook myself. Damn this girl and her hold on me. It had to be because I hadn’t fucked her yet. The thought of it set me on edge. I was torn, loving the way it felt. The tension between us, the chase, had brought me back to life in several ways. The flip side was the fear that once I had her under me, the numbness would creep back in.
Jenna got my attention by picking her card, signaling the women’s turn. “Tits or ass?”
“Ass, all the way. Let me spank it or fuck it. Either option will do. Just give it to me,”
Nik said confidently.
“Fuck, I can’t decide—both,”
Ivan said with a grin.
“Right this moment, tits. The things I’d do to them,”
I answered, adjusting my cock and looking at Kinsley’s breasts.
The rapid rise and fall of her breathing only emphasized them. I wanted to tell her I’d love to hold her down on my bed. That I’d give anything to shove a vibrator deep inside her pretty little pussy while I pushed her tits together and fucked them. Only to come all over her, further marking her and making her mine.
With potent desire heating my veins, I needed another drink, and I watched in awe as Kinsley gracefully rose from her chair, sensing my need. “Let me get you a refill,”
she breathed, taking my glass.
Could she get any more perfect? Something about her attentiveness to something so simple made me feel seen and cared for. It was so minute, the gesture similar to her earlier desire to ease my headache, and it had me smiling.
With purposeful steps, she made her way toward the liquor cabinet, and my eyes followed her every move. My gaze trailed over her backside and down to her ass. If she were mine, she’d walk around naked every day. Of course, then I’d be tempted to spend all my time buried deep inside her pussy, my balls slapping that ass while I fucked her over and over again.
My cock was in full agreement—it would be time well spent. Groaning as my thoughts took root, I noticed Ivan’s and Nikolai’s eyes were on her lovely ass as well. My jaw clenched in response.
She sauntered back, and I accepted the glass. The innocent look in her eyes made me want to laugh. She’d run from the room if she could read minds. As soon as Kinsley was settled back in her seat, Sarah pulled a card from the pile.
Her question had my eyes twitching. “Have you ever slept with more than one person on the same night, and not as a threesome?”
There was a resounding “yes”
from our side of the table.
Kinsley’s eyes grew wide as she looked at each of us. She shook her head and looked at both Sarah and Jenna to see their reactions. Sarah looked at Ivan with a slight frown, and Jenna smirked at Kinsley.
I noticed her hand shaking when she drew her card. “What is your favorite thing to hear from your partner while having sex?”
God, her voice was doing things to me.
Nik laughed, Ivan shook his head, and I contemplated how I wanted to word my answer.
“I’ll go first,”
Ivan finally said. “It’s all about the way she says she can’t come anymore. All the while whimpering as her body does exactly what I want it to. And she comes again, and again, and again.”
Kinsley’s mouth formed a perfect O, and I swear if she had pearls, she’d be clutching them. Nik cleared his throat, and she turned her head toward him and swallowed hard.
“The choking, gagging, and gasping sounds as I fuck her mouth hard. I love to watch the tears stream down her cheeks. It’s even better if her mascara runs, and when I call her my dirty little slut, she moans around my cock.”
Kinsley grabbed the bottle of wine in the middle of the table and poured herself a glass. She looked over the rim at me.
“The little sounds you’ll make, kitten, as I lay you face down with a pillow under you. The gasp as I slowly enter you in a flatiron position, creating that snug fit and deep penetration. Then it’ll be the little mewling noises that pour out of you. The sweet sound you’ll make when you realize my cock is seated so deep inside you that you can taste me.”
Kinsley’s breathing was erratic at hearing my words. She looked beautiful with her eyes filled with arousal and her lips parted, drawing in air.
“But the best will be when you scream my name as I stroke your g-spot and you come all over my cock. By the time I’m done with you, your raw voice saying ‘no more’ will be utter perfection.”
I toasted her.
Marcus had come in, and as soon as I was done speaking, he whispered something in her ear.
“Let’s take a ten-minute break before we reconvene for the second round. Maybe change into something more comfortable,”
Kinsley suggested, her words falling hurriedly from her lips.
Before I could gather my thoughts and respond, she darted away, leaving me momentarily bewildered in her wake. As I watched her depart with a sexy shake of her ass, I felt an undeniable urge to chase after her. A firm grip on my arm stopped me. Nik’s eyes told me no. He gestured with a nod of his head to join him for a drink.