Page 14 of Hateful Vows
On their knees.
Tongues out, ready for my cum.
I glide my hand to my hard cock, bracing on the wall of the shower with the other. Irina’s perfect skin is glistening with droplets, her nipples peaked to tight rosy buds I want to bite while Aleksei’s cock bobs on his stomach. They both look mad, and I fucking love it. I know the moment they’ll be on their knees for me, they’re gonna hate that they love it so fucking much. And it’s not an ‘if’, it’s a ‘when’.
“Kiss,” I tell them, and because it’s my fantasy, they obey sweetly, frowning while they devour each other’s lips like they can’t get enough of each other.
My balls grow tight and I bite my lip until I taste copper on my tongue. Aleksei and Irina turn their attention to me, eyes glassy with lust.
“Come on,cuore mio, show him how it’s done.”
My little wife darts her tongue and licks along my slit, gathering pre-cum on her tongue before she turns to Aleksei, takes hold of his jaw and spits it into his waiting mouth. Thegroan that escapes me is more animal than man, my orgasm drawing near.
She brings her attention back to the head of my cock, sucking it into her mouth and hollowing her cheeks. She feels so good, so warm and perfect. I take hold of her silky wet hair at the back of her head and make her take more of me. Her eyes never leave mine, darkened with desire. Aleksei’s tongue glides on the underside of my cock before he takes my balls into his hands and mouth, fondling and sucking gently.
“Fuck, yes.”
They work in sync, licking every single part of my lower half.
I let my imagination run wild. Seamlessly, Irina’s mouth explores higher. She trails kisses on my hips, my abdomen, travelling up my chest and neck, where the vicious viper bites at the same time that Aleksei takes me deep into his mouth. It’s heaven. He lets me take hold of his jaw, opening wide for me to thrust into the back of his throat. The gargled noise of his gagging threatens to make me come right there, but I need to hold both of them, show them who they belong to.
Irina’s mouth is hesitant so I make the choice for her, slanting my lips to hers. She moans into my mouth.
“Are you gonna be a good girl and pet that pretty pussy for me?” I ask dream-Irina. Her eyes vacillate with the fire of her anger but she nods, before delving her tongue back into my mouth while she circles her clit. Her other hand pulls at the strands at the top of my head. The sliver of pain is exquisite.
I come up for air just enough to look down at Aleksei, his mouth so full of me I could come just watching him take it. “Touch that aching cock, pretty boy, and come all over yourself. I want you to moan around my cock while you do.”
He doesn’t answer but obeys, his tattooed hand wrapping around the shaft.
It’s hard to focus, to know where to look. At Irina’s slender fingers pumping in and out of her wet cunt, the rest of her perfect body on display for me, at Aleksei’s massive hand around his own erection or his lips wrapped around me so perfectly.
With the image I created, I see it all behind my mind’s eye and pump harder into my tight fist.
“Oh fuck, you take me so well,” I tell them both and they moan. Around my cock and into my mouth.
Pressure builds at the base of my spine. My movements grow frantic. I let out a strangled grunt as the edges of my vision whiten and unfocus. I come in Aleksei’s perfect mouth and he drinks me down, Irina swallowing my cries of pleasure. I breathe hard, prolonging the vision for as long as I can.
When I open my eyes, the water’s already washed away the evidence of one of the best fucking orgasms of my life. If this is what my mind can conjure up, I need to make it a reality as soon as possible. I don’t think I can live without knowing what the Dobrev siblings feel like, full of my cock, and of each other.
EIGHT
ALEKSEI
We have a rule in the Bratva. The man who kills the Pakhan becomes Pakhan himself, especially if that man is his son. And his subordinates will follow.
Considering my father’s best men have followed him for thirty years, I’m not risking it.
After we leave Dante’s flat, I call for a meeting with my team. Most of them live in the same building I do, which makes it less suspicious to my father. The late hour would alert him that I’m planning something.
His cruelty knows no bounds and he’s made me kill every single man I’ve ever befriended during our sessions, for the very reason of not wanting his own son to kill him. I still remember when I was fifteen and Nikolai Ivanov started talking to me at school. By then, my father had already made me kill four school friends, with no regards for the loss and grief of their families. The first one hurt the most but I can’t remember his name. I don’t remember the other three either. But Nikolai Ivanov stayed with me.
I told him off so many times, but he insisted. That asshole was persistent. After a while, I let him. He made me laugh. He was reckless. Care-free. Everything I wasn’t. I thought my fatherhad forgotten to watch me at school so I let down my defences. After over a year of friendship, I found Nikolai in the basement of our home, the day of my sixteenth birthday. That was a few weeks after my dad remarried Irina’s mother and I tried to learn how to live with a sister I thought was the prettiest girl I had ever seen. Who looked so fragile I thought she would break just by walking. She was different then.
My father forced me to torture Nikolai over the course of five days, teaching me how to keep informants alive. I can still hear his screams in my head. The way he begged. It was him or Irina. I should have chosen my friend.
Now I look at her across the seat from me.
Her face is set in a cold facade. She never smiles, nor cries. She’s quickly learnt to be as emotionless as she could. Crying never does you any good in the Dobrev household. Her mother could never learn.
