by K. Webster
“You hurt her?” Zahkar hisses upon noticing the blood.
“She hurt herself,” I snap. “Now give her something.”
The moment she realizes they aren’t going to save her, she starts screaming. Loud and terrified. Rodion strikes and snags her flailing arms. He pins them behind her back with one hand and curls his arm around her bare middle, holding her to him. She squirms, but he’s much stronger.
Zahkar prowls over to her, gripping her jaw in his brutal grip. Rodion’s green eyes gleam wickedly. These two may have history with Kira, but once they’ve gone down a dark path, there’s no turning back. By the way Rodion grins, I know he’s going to do my bidding as long as he gets to put his dick into her by the end of it. And if Rodion is fucking little Kira, Zahkar will soon follow.
“Open up, kitty kitty.” Zahkar pushes a pill into her mouth. She gags as he makes sure it goes down her throat, using his longest finger.
“My father will find you, and he will end you all!” she threatens, no real bite to her words.
I laugh, loud and deep. Her father is a pussy. If he gave a shit about her, he would have come for us all a long time ago. This was inevitable the minute he betrayed the First Families—and Kira knows it. It doesn’t matter if we shared a childhood, she’s the enemy now.
Bending to where her plain clothes lie in a heap, I pick up her panties, wad them up, and cram them past her lips while Zahkar holds her mouth open. Once they’re shoved in and she can’t speak, I nod at Zahkar.
Her eyes go wide, and she squeals as Zahkar runs his thumb across her nipple. Tears well, but the flesh responds to his gentle touch. It’s a special kind of cruelty to turn the body against the mind.
“How long until that kicks in?” I ask.
“Fifteen or twenty minutes,” Rodion says.
I rub at my eyes and sway on my feet. I’m running on fumes. I haven’t slept but an hour here or there for the past several days. “I want you to give her as much as you can without overdosing her. Give her whatever else to do the job. Make her compliant.”
“And then what?” Rodion asks.
“Then—we play.”
Three and a half weeks later…
Three and a half weeks. It’s been three and half weeks of watching Kira around the clock. I watch her on the video recording her every move in the cell. The first day, she was desperate to come. The meds were working nicely. But since we didn’t want her to come, Zahkar put a shock collar on her neck. The same fucking kind you use on dogs. Every time she tries to touch herself, she gets zapped.
I start to nod off, but then Rodion walks in, hair wet from a recent shower. He’s been training fighters all day.
“Someone got you good,” I say with a nod.
He fingers his black eye and winces. “Your fucking cousin did that.”
Zahkar strides into the room, wearing a rare smug grin. “You talk too much, brother.” When Zahkar takes in my appearance, he lifts a brow. “Need some coffee?”
“I’ve been sucking the shit down. It’s the only reason I’m still standing.”
“I know what you need,” he says as he pulls out a baggie filled with blow. “This stuff is laced with speed.”
I take the baggie and open it. Dipping my pinkie in, I take a taste. It’s good shit. Scooping some out, I snort a hit, and the immediate rush to my bloodstream is a relief. Just what I needed. I crack my neck and tuck the baggie away for later.
I sniff and point to the cell. “Is this what you’ve been forcing her to take?”
His grin is dark and dirty at the same time. “No, cousin.” He waggles his brows and pulls out a packet of powder. “Meet, Melanocortin. Science is a beautiful thing. This newly discovered beauty makes you stupidly horny. She’s so ready to blow, I think she’d let your brother fuck her.”
“Fuck you,” Rus barks. He turned up here a week ago by order of our father. Our dear old dad wants to know what’s keeping me away so long. Fuck him. I don’t need to be at his beck and call. I’m here doing the job he gave me.
“Let’s do this,” I state.
Rus jumps up, but I shake my head no. He can watch.
Rodion doesn’t hesitate and stalks over to her room. Once he unlocks it, she sits up in the bed, eager for human interaction. Her nearly black eyes are manic. With her wild mane of blonde hair, she looks like an animal who’s been locked in a shed and we’re the sun she desperately wants to see.
“She needs a shower,” Rodion tells me. It’s not a question. I may be running this, but he wants her clean.
“Clean her, but don’t—”
“I won’t.”
He grabs her wrist, and she clings onto him. I follow them and watch as he quickly showers her in the locker room. We see a couple of curious fighters, but they don’t intervene, just lasciviously check out her tiny tits and pink cunt. Once she’s clean and shivering, Rodion drags her back to her cell where Zahkar waits, no longer wearing a shirt.
Knowing the video is constantly rolling in her room, we can begin at any time. I peel off my shirt and settle into the only chair in the corner of the room. Rodion provides Kira a hit before giving her a little push, and she falls into Zahkar’s waiting arms. He’s not one to comfort anyone, but the way he curls his mocha arms around her pale waist and draws her into his lap is gentle. She clings to him, straddling him like the whore she’s been groomed to be. His large hands slide to her plump ass, and he squeezes her cheeks before pulling them apart. She makes a needy sound and grinds against him.
“So desperate,” Rodion says as he pushes his sweatpants down his thighs. His erection springs free and bounces as he steps out of them. He walks over to her and pets her wet hair. She leans her head to the side, relishing in his touch. “Do you want two cocks at once?” Rodion asks her, his palm sliding down her spine.
“Rodion” she murmurs, desperate.
“Pull my brother out of his pants,” Rodion instructs, his voice low and commanding. “Slide your dripping cunt over him. Show him how desperate you are, kitty kitty.”
She fumbles with Zahkar’s pants, but manages to free him.
“Put a condom on him,” I bark out at her. “Zahkar doesn’t need to accidentally get a Baskin traitor pregnant. We can’t have our family name being tainted with the likes of your kind.”
Zahkar shoots me a glare I can’t decipher. Rodion continues to pet her back as Zahkar slides a condom from his pocket. Kira greedily takes it from him, rips it open, and he groans as she slides it down over his shaft.
“Do you want to fuck him?” Rodion asks her, leaning forward to kiss her shoulder. “Do you want to fuck my handsome brother.”
“Yes,” she breathes as she sits up on her knees, trying to sink down on Zahkar.
Rodion grips her hips to keep her from doing so. “For how long, kitty kitty?”
“For as long as I can remember,” she answers.
Rodion flashes me a triumphant grin. “Good girl. Fuck him.”
She sinks down on his length and lets out a loud moan that speaks to my dick. Instantly, I’m hard. The blow is working its magic. I’m feeling high. Like fire is burning through me. I buzz with the need to do…something. Fuck. Murder. Something. I pull my cock out and stroke my aching length as Kira rides Zahkar. Rodion pushes her back with one hand and Zahkar’s shoulder with the other, until Zahkar is on his back with Kira’s tits pressed against him.
“I bet you want me in your ass, hmmm?” Rodion asks as he fingers the hole just above where Zahkar’s dick is wedged inside.
“Y-Yes,” she answers.
“For how long?”
“Since forever.”
Rodion grins before spitting into his hand. He wets his fingers before lubricating his cock. Then, he teases her asshole. When he pushes into her slowly, she screams out in pain, pleasure—I don’t think she even knows. The drugs have her so blissed out and needy for this shit.
Kira is no longer a good little girl.
She’s an angel caught between
two demons, loving every second as they try to tear her apart from the inside out. Rodion grips her hips and looks down where he’s sliding in and out of her. The scene is hot, and I find myself stroking my cock harder. My need to come is intense and overwhelming.
The last time I came…
Black. I shut down that part of my brain, ignoring the flashes of much bigger tits than little Kira’s. Ignoring full red lips and silky brown hair. I certainly don’t think about a future with a woman who played me.
I think about Kira’s holes being stretched by my cousins. I imagine how horrified Alfred will be when he watches his only daughter get doubled fucked by my family. The groans and moans make my cock jolt in my grip. This bitch—the entire Baskin family—will pay for their betrayal.
Kira will pay for Diana’s betrayal.
Just thinking her name has me jerking my shaft faster. Suddenly angry at allowing that thought in, I rise to my feet and push down my pants. After I step out of them, I stalk over to my cousins as they ravish this woman. Kneeling beside them on the bed, I grab a handful of her wet hair and maneuver her face to where my cock points. The greedy slut parts her mouth open. Rodion and Zahkar watch my every move as I push my cock past her dry lips.
“You’ve wanted our cousin Ven’s cock in your pretty mouth for as long as you can remember too, hmmm?” Rodion taunts.
She hums around my dick in agreement. Her wet, hot mouth feels good, but I want her throat. I don’t let go of her hair as I urge my hips further.
“Let me in your throat,” I command.
I can feel her relax as I push the tip of my cock into her tight throat. Zings of pleasure pulsate up my spine, and my eyes close. As I slowly thrust into her mouth, I can’t help but think of her.
Moya roza.
No.
Rage surges to the forefront of my mind. But no matter how hard I try to darken my mind, she keeps sneaking back in. Fury explodes through me, and I imagine Diana pinned beneath me. I imagine her fat tits bouncing as I fuck her sweet cunt. I drive into her hard as she screams at me.
Somewhere past the haze of my confusion, I hear my cousins grunting out their orgasms, and the sounds only fuel my need to fuck dirty Diana. I fuck her until she gushes.
“Veniamin!” Rodion bellows, jerking me from my daze.
I blink open my eyes to see Kira’s tearstained eyes looking up at me as vomit slides down her chin. Rodion’s glare is furious, but I ignore it. I grip my puke covered cock and jerk myself off to climax. My cum splatters all over the dirty whore’s face, hitting her in the eyes. As soon as the rest of my climax is spent, I pull away from them and storm from the room to hit the showers.
Her daddy Alfred is going to love that little video.
I take a quick shower and redress. Once I snort another hit of the good blow, I waltz into the club on the hunt for vodka and a cheap whore.
Just like old times.
That family shit was nothing but a lapse in judgment.
I’m not a family man, and I don’t like brunettes or redheads anymore. I’ll find some blonde bitch to keep me company. And this time, I won’t have my cousins to stop me when I make a whore messy.
Inside the club, I lock eyes with a tall, slender woman with skin the color of Zahkar’s. Her black hair is styled in a big afro around her head. High cheek bones and dick-sucking lips beckon for me.
Just like old times.
Don’t think about Diana.
Force that betraying bitch from your mind.
“Hey, handsome. I’m Alanza.” Her brown eyes twinkle as her pink tongue wets her lips.
“How much?” I ask, getting right to the point.
She grins at me, flashing her pearly white teeth. “First ride’s free, sexy. We can go from there.” She offers me a shot.
I knock back the vodka, then slam it onto the bar before grabbing her hand. “Let’s go for a ride.”
It’s been three and a half weeks since I returned home to the Volkov manor. The place I grew up in doesn’t feel like home, though. It’s cold and empty. My father avoids me, and our mother is visiting family abroad, so I’ve been rattling around the place, my rage festering like a volcano waiting to erupt. The place is lonely, and my heart aches so bad, I struggle to breathe some days. I live for the moment when dawn breaks and I drag my consciousness from slumber. For those few blissful seconds I forget—I forget what I lost, who I’ve lost.
Vas spends most of his time out of the house, so I walk around the expanding halls, plotting my vengeance and mourning the loss of my child and Ven. My injuries have healed, but the scars to my soul hum in constant pain. I haven’t seen Ven since the night at the hospital when the haze of my heartache mixed with the cocktail of drugs had my words spilling free like venom without merit. I didn’t mean the words I spoke to him, but grief is a torturous entity that manifests within us and grows darker with each stab of pain you feel. My anger and grief were so strong, I couldn’t contain it—couldn’t stop myself from letting all my pain bleed into him.
We could never be together. Not after this.
His father would have told him about the baby not being his and he would have turned on me anyway, just like everyone else. I have no one. People make promises they so easily break. I can’t rely on anyone to keep me safe. To look after me.
I have to do it myself.
I have to create my own path. Start my own journey and make up my own rules. My fate wasn’t in the hands of any man—no Vetrov, Vasiliev, or even a Volkov. I will never be passed around like a prize or a burden.
They will all regret the day they wrote me off.
My cell phone beeps with an incoming text message.
Vas: Meet me at the new training facility.
It’s been demanded, again, that a Volkov heir prove themselves in The Games. Vas is a bastard son only in the Volkov fold recently, and both the Vetrovs and Vasilievs want revenge against the woman who embarrassed their precious egos. My name was demanded once more, and this time, Ven isn’t here to make it all go away. In the back of my mind, far within the shadows, I hoped my father would fight them on this, but like the coward I’ve sadly learned he is, he didn’t. Instead, he demanded I train and do our name proud or die within The Games’ walls.
I will train and put everything I am into those fucking games. I know the Vasilievs, and Yegor Vetrov will put a hefty bounty on my head. That only ups my value, and the odds of me coming out drop dramatically, which is what I’m counting on.
I stuff the last of the money bricks into the suitcase and zip it up before hauling it down the stairs and out the front door. I struggle to lift it into the trunk, but once it’s in, I breathe in the cold air and let the bitter wind prepare me for what’s to come.
The drive only takes fifteen minutes. I pull up at the location Vas texted me, but frown when it’s an airplane hangar and not a gym like I thought. I get out of the car and look around for any other vehicles, but there’s nothing. It’s barren. I pull out my cell phone and dial Vas’s number, only to hang up after the first ring when I see him coming out of a door at the side of the hangar. He waves me over with a grin. Another man follows behind him, and I pause when I reach him.
He rubs his palms down my arms like he’s attempting to warm me up and greet me at the same time. “I’m glad you found the place.”
“Kinda hard to miss.” I raise a questioning brow.
“Give me your keys,” he orders, holding his palm out flat. I drop them in his hand and take a deep breath. This money is everything I have, and it’s not even mine. It’s the startup money Ven gifted me. I intend to pay him back twice over, but for now, I need it.
“It’s in the trunk,” I inform him.
He hands the keys over to the man next to him, and without a word, the man takes off, slipping into my car and driving away. My mouth pops open, but I’m put at ease when Vas’s laughter drifts to my ears. “It’s fine, trust me.” And I do. I have to. “Come inside. It’s freezing out here.”
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sp; I follow his lead and go inside the building with him. My mouth once again pops open. It’s huge and decked out like an elite training gym. Two boxing rings occupy the back of the space, and sparring mats litter the entire floor. Weapons, displayed for training, adorn cabinets on the back walls. There are offices and rooms walled off in front of me.
“What is this place?” I breathe.
“This is the place that’s going to get you ready.”
A buzzing sounds from the office we’re standing outside of and Vas rolls his eyes as he turns to enter the room. He pushes a button on the computer, and Vika’s face comes into view.
“What?” he barks, and she narrows her eyes, looking over his shoulder at where I’m lingering in the doorway.
“Is that Diana?” she asks.
“Yes, now what do you want?” Vas asks, sounding bored.
“Rus is away. He’s gone to meet Ven. They have some secret mission, like I care,” she huffs.
Just hearing Ven’s name makes my heart collide with my ribcage.
“And?” Vas muses.
“And…” she drops her tone, leaning into the monitor, “so are most of the staff. He has his men picking up the slack in Ven’s absence, which means he’s here alone.”
I move into the room, trying to get a better position to hear the conversation.
“We’ll talk about this later,” Vas growls, jerking his head in my direction.
Vika, about as subtle as a nun with a cucumber under her skirt, looks directly at me and whispers, “Fine, but it needs to happen soon, Vas. I can’t take much more.” And with that statement, the screen shrinks and she’s gone.
“What was that about?” I lift my chin, gesturing to the computer.
He grits his teeth, his sharp jaw clenching, and shoots me a dark glare. “Nothing.”
“Vas,” I admonish. “You asked me to trust you. Now you need to trust me.”
He sighs, running a hand through his hair. “Vika has it in her head that we’re more than we are.”
“And?”
