Page 92 of Doubts & Fears

“Gentlemen, I get Ms. Taylor ticks your boxes, and she seems like a shiny new toy, but please refrain until we know more. Slow it down, please,” Marcel said pragmatically.

“I can’t help it if she rips her chemise off while she’s in my bed. Not to mention she wants more, hence the phone call with you today,” Alek said, laughing.

“So true, Brother, and I can’t help it if she decides not to wear panties when it’s my day with her,” I added.

Marcel coughed loudly. “Are you serious? You know what, never mind.” That tremor resurfaced, and I nearly missed it. I quieted down, but Alek and Ivan continued bantering about the situation.

“Truthfully, she has declared Ivan her beloved, so if you really want to warn anyone, it should be him,” Alek teased.

“I don’t know about that. But my dick is bigger than yours. So, like I said before, I’ll let you pop that cherry. I don’t want to break her.”

Marcel snapped, “Gentlemen, how old are you again? Grow the fuck up. I’m serious. Do you have any idea of what you’re doing and asking of her?”

Everyone fell silent, and after several minutes had gone by, Marcel continued. “I can’t stress enough that she needs slow. She’s never had a boyfriend, and now she has three full-grown men who can’t seem to keep their hands off her. I’m not sure this whole passing her around is wise, despite her agreement. She’s vulnerable, so don’t take advantage of that.”

“Marcel, it isn’t like that.”

“Really, Alek? The girl has experienced severe losses in her life, leaving her lonely. Why don’t you lay out the plan for me so I know what I’ll potentially be dealing with here? Are all of you planning to fuck her? And for how long? What happens when heractualfamily comes for her?”

“Okay, point made,” Alek said, growing somber.

“I don’t need to tell you guys about how their world works. As his only living grandchild, he more than likely has an arranged marriage set up for her. Hell, if I were you, I’d put feelers out to see if there are any rumors about her if you haven’t already.”

“Marcel—”

He interrupted Alek. “As screwed up as it is, her value will be determined by how untouched she is. Romanov will kill you all, and if it comes down to you or her, I pick you guys every single fucking time.”

“Marcel, what has you so upset?” Ifinally asked.

Being so attuned with one another, I had a sinking feeling that Marcel was struggling and wanted to say something, but didn’t know how to broach it. This made me more concerned about their session.

“Next time, I need the session to be a video conference. I need to see her and clock her nuances. I fucked up,” he admitted.

His words lingered in the air, and the confession resonated with implications that I couldn’t quite grasp. Marcel never fucked up. Especially with patients.

“What do you mean?” I asked, dumbfounded.

I was left grappling with a mix of emotions—concern for Kinsley and a deep realization of a heightened sense of vulnerability lacing Marcel’s voice. Something I hadn’t heard in a long time.

“Look, let me start by saying I understand how the situation you three find yourself in with her probably happened.”

“Come again, Brother?” Alek asked.

“As I said, she’s very vulnerable. I believe she’s had training in being submissive and obedient. Her very nature flows that way. When pressed by someone with an authoritative tone, she responds accordingly.”

Alek’s anger bubbled over. “Are you saying you established some kind of Dom/sub relationship with her in one fucking session? Is that even ethical? What the hell, Counselor?”

“It wasn’t intentional, and I can assure you I’ll never have a Dom/sub relationship with Ms. Taylor. I like my dick exactly where it is—attached to my body. Unlike the three of you, who seem to have lost your sense of reason.”

“Did she say she had training?” Ivan asked. His voice trembled as he posed the question. His words carried a weight that hinted at some internal turmoil.

“She didn’t have to, but it’s evident. Her responses go beyond a curious girl who has done some reading. There’s no way in hell she hasn’t had some level of real exposure. My bet is Owen Taylor. Getting her to admit it, though, may be damn near impossible. She becomes defensive when you bring him up.”

In that moment, it became extremely clear that we faced more than external threats with Kinsley. The internal struggles each of us seemed to have as Marcel confided his professional opinion on Owen being her trainer had my brothers and me uncomfortable.

“Alek, you need to be more mindful. I wonder, is it your end goal to make her your sub?”

“Marcel.” Alek’s voice held a hint of warning.

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