Page 21 of Nicoli

She licks her blush-pink lips. “He said I would be his number one,” she replies, her Russian accent thick and hot as fuck. “That I would be treated like royalty.”

“Do we not treat you like royalty, Yulie?” I tilt my head, keeping eye contact.

“Yes,” she replies, tucking her hair behind her ear.

“What else?”

“He said that his club will be three times the size of this one.”

I raise a brow. “Oh, would it, now?”

“And if I can get more girls to go with me, he will reward me.”

“Reward you how?”

“I do not know. He made me uncomfortable, so I told him to wait while I got another girl to join us, pretending I was interested in what he was offering.” Her breath hitches as I inch my hand slowly up her inner thigh. “I went and called security, but when we got back, he was already gone.”

My fingers reach the soft fabric of her panties, and I trace my fingertips up and down her slit. She welcomes my touch by parting her legs, giving me better access.

“And you didn’t once think to take him up on his offer?”

“No, sir. Never.”

“And why not?” I slip her panties to the side, brushing a finger along her smooth pussy lips.

“You have…” She sucks in a breath. “You have shown me more kindness since I got here than I’ve been shown throughout my life. This is my home now.”

Abruptly, I sink a finger deep into her wet cunt. “Good girl.”

Yulie throws her head back, Russian words slipping from her tongue. I have no idea what she’s saying, but whatever it is, it’s making my dick hard.

Isaia finally decides to join us and curses when he sees Yulie’s legs spread while her pussy sucks my finger deeper into her. “So, this is what you’re up to when I’m not around. Do you fuckers ever work?”

I stand, leaning down and wrapping my other hand around the back of Yulie’s neck, whispering into her ear, “My little brother is going to fuck you now.”

“I am?”

“Be a good girl and do exactly as Isaia says. Understood?”

She’s biting her bottom lip while nodding. Her irises are pools of desire, her pussy ready to be ravaged. I’d be up for the challenge, but it seems this morning’s events have screwed with my head, and even though it’s Yulie sitting in front of me now, it’s not her I’m seeing. It’s not her eyes staring back at me. It’s not her lips glistening with temptation. And it’s not her body rocking against my palm.

I pull my finger out of her and straighten. “Isaia, give Yulie a good fucking. She deserves it.”

Isaia steps up. “Sure will.”

Caelian slips in behind Yulie, placing his hands on her shoulders. “I’ll stay and watch, make sure he rewards her really well.”

Maximo joins Alexius and me as we walk out, leaving Yulie in the capable hands of my two brothers.

“Find a clear picture of this asshole’s face and run it through all the video footage,” Alexius says to Maximo. “I want to know everything there is about this fucker. Where he lives, where he eats, where he shits. Even his goddamn blood type. And we need to know how the fuck this guy got through our security.”

“That’s easy,” I start. “We have someone with questionable loyalty and a need to feel me rip their spleen out their ass.”

Maximo’s phone vibrates, and I watch as he reads whatever’s on the screen. “I know who it is.”

“Who?”

“Ruben Willard. He was on gate security but transferred to bodyguard duty at the last minute.”

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