“No, there’s fire in there just waiting to be released. I saw it. She keeps a tight lid on it, maybe thinks it’s unseemly. We can show her the beauty of desire. Help her learn her body.” Val’s cock hardened, and he took a swig of his beer to cool down.
“Someone up there must agree with you.” Dmitry’s tone was dry and amused. Val turned to him with narrowed eyes.
“What?”
Dmitry nodded toward the bar. “Look who just walked in.”
Following his line of vision, he spotted his sister and Lila. The slinky, red dress with a sweetheart neckline and low-heeled red black pumps wreaked havoc on his senses with its game of peek-a-boo. The outfit gave nothing away, yet hinted at everything… and he had a very active imagination.
“Careful, it’ll be hard to maintain your swag if you come in your pants.”
“Fuck you.” Val scoffed.
“You know I don’t swing that way.” He growled, and Dmitry chuckled.
“I can’t wait until this attraction knocks you onto your ass,” Val murmured.
“Never going to happen, little brother. Who taught you everything you know?”
“Mmhmm.” He wanted to mention the way he turned into a human marshmallow back when they’d dated Vera. However, he knew better. It’d only piss Mitry off, and that never led to anything good. His brother’s temper had a slow burn. But once it sparked, look out.
“It looks like baby sister’s spotted us, judging by the fierce scowl on her face.” Dmitry’s lips twitched.
Rina’s cheeks were flushed pink and her eyes shot daggers. “Maybe that anger’s not directed at us,” Val whispered.
“And a pig will fly.”
Val snorted. The clip of heels on the elevated floor in the VIP area could easily spell his doom if he didn’t play things right. Last thing I want to do is make a bad impression.
“What are you doing here?” Hands on her hips, Rina frowned.
“We’re here every weekend. What are you doing?” Val glanced around her to Lila and grinned. “We meet again, gorgeous.”
She graced him with a coy smile. “Hi.” The whispered word found a crack in his cynical outlook and burrowed inside. For the breath of fresh air she offered, he’d risk showing the man he hid behind the suave façade.
“Attempting to have a good time, Mitry, don’t let him ruin things for us.” His sister hit Mitry with the dreaded puppy dog eyes, and he mentally growled. At twenty-three Rina was the baby of the family and the only girl. It led to her being… well, babied, often. The slack was never cut for him or his brother. It made him resent her a little. She had a freedom they could never dream of.
“We’re not that overbearing, Rina. Go, enjoy yourselves. Just don’t ask us not to look out for you.” Rolling her eyes Rina spun to face an amused looking Lila.
“Come on, I promised you a good time.” Rina led her away, and Lila glanced over her shoulder, sending them a look of longing. Oh you don’t even have to ask, baby girl. We’ll give you everything you want and more.
“You saw that, right?” he asked Dmitry.
“Yes, but who was it directed toward?”
“Does it matter? I mean, who doesn’t like a two for one deal?”
Dmitry snickered. “Let’s hope she agrees.”
“First we need to infiltrate girl’s night out.”
****
One bottle of champagne later, Lila was beginning to leave tipsy behind in the rearview mirror. When Rina went out, she did it big. Men and women were dressed in classy clothes, ordering bottles at a time, and making her feel like she’d turned into the gum beneath her shoes. The way they went through money said more than words how much they had in the bank. They were nice and polite, but there was an odd separation between them. Don’t worry. I know I don’t belong in your club.
“We should water up and find my brothers.”
“I’m sorry.” She froze in mid-mirror inspection. Please tell me I heard her wrong. The last place I need to be with my tongue loosened by alcohol is in the vicinity of those two. Back home she’d always fallen for the boys that had no interest. After enough let’s-be-friends rejections, she’d opted to keep her unrequited feeling to herself.
“Once I saw them I drank more than I would normally. They’ll either take me home or send us with a driver. It’s how they like to do things.” Rina rolled her eyes. “I’m sure you’ve noticed our family is different. Sometimes when you have a lot of wealth … people do silly things.” Her tone was light, casual even. But her hazel eyes were haunted.
“H-has someone hurt you before?” Lila whispered.
Rina blinked and a shutter came down. “No.” Laughing, she fluffed her hair and stepped away from the sink, accepting the lotion the bathroom attendant offered with a smile.
“Come on let’s go before the beer blues rears its ugly head again.” Rina linked their arms and guided her out of the bathroom. They stepped out of the black tiled bathroom with marble sinks to pounding bass. Bodies lined the dance floor. Their exuberant faces were colored by the high-tech lighting that cast cool tones. Staying along the outskirts, they wound their way around to the VIP entrance. As they moved to the corner where Dmitry and Val sat her stomach did a somersault. The click of their heels on the floor sounded extra loud as the distance stretched out between them. What couldn’t be more than ten feet felt like forty.
“You girls ready to retire for the evening?” Dmitry asked. His slightly accented speech sent a spiral of excitement through her. He had an old world appeal to him that went with his slender face, Roman nose, and angular chin. Rina nodded. Lila couldn’t help but feel a pang of envy at the easy camaraderie and open caring the boys held for their sister. It’d never been like that for her. The women had a particular role to play. She kept her body covered, her thoughts and actions pure, and Godly, and if she didn’t… she’d hear about. The males in her life had often felt more like officers than family.
“So ready, did you have fun, Lila?” Rina fixed her hazel eyes on her face, and Lila smiled.
“More fun than I ever had in a year of Saturdays back home.”
Rina giggled. “Isn’t she adorable?”
“I could just eat her up.” Val licked his lips as he peered from beneath the fringe of dark lashes that lined his bright green gaze. Dark brown locks were slicked back from his broad forehead. His high cheekbones led down to a pair of full pink lips she bet tasted like sin.
She cleared her throat and shifted her weight. Her thighs brushed together, and her pussy grew moist. The bad boy vibe she got from him did funny things to her. The two men stood.
“Mmm.” Dmitry’s purred his agreement. Okay, the champagne must be kicking my ass more than I thought.
Val offered his arm, and Dmitry placed a hand on the small off his sister’s back, steadying Rina’s slight wobble as they left the secluded area and walked down the stairs. The crowd pressed in around them. Her breast brushed Val’s firm deltoid, and her sensitive nipples puckered in response. She tilted her head down, allowing the curtain of black hair to hide her embarrassment. When they emerged from the entrance into the night air she was relieved.
“Where do you live, Lila?” Val asked.
“Over on the south side, a few streets away from Mercy hospital.”
“We’ll drop Rina off first then. She’s closer.” Dmitry’s voice reached her from a few feet ahead. He seemed laid back, but she got the feeling he was vigilant. Always alert and ready to think on his feet. Perhaps it was the plight of being an older brother and running the family business. They came to a stop by a black SUV, and Dmitry unlocked the door. Val took her hand and helped her into the backseat. Her dress rode up, and she struggled to pull it closer to her knees. Val reached over her, and she stiffened. He grabbed her seatbelt and pulled it across her body, fastening it with a deafening click.
“Safety first, right?” His eyes twinkled with mischief.
“Y-yes.”
The car started up, and they pulled out of the lot.
Fifteen minutes later, Rina was climbing out of the car, and Dmitry was seeing her to the door.
“Why don’t you move up front, so you can give him directions,” Val suggested.
“Umm…okay.” The words stung her pride.
“I don’t want to monopolize your time. Dmitry and I are sharers.”
Does he mean what I think he means? Val winked. “Some things are better when they’re done in pairs.”
Uncertain of what to say she transferred to the front seat, shell-shocked. Are they trying to proposition me? Horror, curiosity, and excitement fought for dominance. What would it be like to have two men pleasure her? Show her the ropes, and take away the pesky issue of virginity. It’d be the final step away from her past. Eager to embrace her newly found sexuality she rubbed her upper thighs together. The minute she got home she’d pay her boyfriend B.O.B. a visit. Thanks to Rina she’d stopped thinking of self-induced orgasms as a bad thing. The very first time she’d brought herself over the edge she swore she’d died and gone to heaven. Her breath quickened and she closed her eyes to get a hold of the wicked images playing in her head like an adult movie she starred in with Val and Dmitry.
The driver side door opened, and she jerked.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to frighten you.” Dmitry smiled, and his azure eyes lightened even further, melting her into the leather seats.
“It’s okay.”
He leaned forward and pressed the screen, bringing up the GPS system.
“If you tell me your address, I’ll enter it in.”
“675 South Singer Avenue. It’s right up the road from the giant junk yard.”
“We used to think that place was haunted.” He chuckled, a rich deep sound that stoked the flames of her desire. “Back when I was a kid we dared each other to go in at night.”
“Did you?” Intrigued by his openness she moved closer.
Val’s voice drifted up from the back. “Hell no, we did the smart thing and lied and said we did.”
She laughed.
“It’s true,” Dmitry agreed.
“Turn right onto Main Street.” The British woman’s voice filled the cabin. Relaxed by the tale from their youth, her nerves faded.
“Is that a southern accent I hear?” Dmitry asked.
“Yes, I’m from Georgia, a small town about two hours from Atlanta.”
“What brings you to our city?” Val asked.
“I just wanted to see life in a big city. Get away from my family and decide who I really wanted to be.” She shrugged.
“How’s that—”
Pings exploded in the car.
“Lila! Get down.” Her head was shoved down into his lap. Blood rushed in her ears. Her heart threatened to leap from her chest. More pings sounded. The car swerved erratically.
“Val! Talk to me.” The frantic tone made her stomach lurch.
“I’m okay.” Relief flooded her.
“We’re going into lock down right now.” Dmitry’s growl chilled her from the inside out.
“What would you like to do now?” the British voice asked.
“Call Rina.”
The phone rang, once, twice.
“Mitry, I’m fine.” She huffed.
“Lock down now, Rina. Call Pieter. He’ll pick you up and take you to Moma’s.”
“Oh my God! Is everyone okay?” Her voice shook.
“Yes, we’re fine. We’ll see you at the house.” The phone conversation ended.
“Stay down, Lila. I don’t know if they’re coming back or not.”
She trembled. “What’s going on?”
“I’ll explain it later. Right now I have a protocol to follow.” He stroked his hand over her hair. “What would you like to do?” I’m starting to hate this British bitch. “Call Mom.” With her head pressed against his crotch, she took shallow breaths.
“Mitry?” a heavily accented, soft, feminine voice asked.
“Mom, we’re going into lock down.”
“Is everyone okay?”
“Yes, we were attacked, but we’re unharmed. I’m not sure if I have a tail. I think we’ll ride it out at my place.”
“Call me once you’ve arrived.”
“I will… Moma… one of Rina’s friends was with us.”
“Is she…?”
“Very much alive… I’m going to have to tell her.”
“Do what you need to. You have my blessing.”
“Thank you, Moma.”
The engine revved, and the car rocketed through the night to destinations unknown.
By the time they pulled up to a black iron gate she’d managed to pull herself back together. Dry Cleaning couldn’t be the only thing this family was into. Her mind ran a million different scenarios. The beeps from the keypad floated inside the window, and the gates opened. They rolled up the paved driveway, and she took in the tall trees that lined both sides and the large fountain on the center of the ground. Just how rich is this family? This is an estate, not a home!
“We’re clear.”
She sat up and straightened her skirt to keep her hands busy and her mind occupied. If she started to think about how close she’d come to sitting at the maker’s feet she’d lose it. There’d be time enough for that later. As they pulled into the circular drive in front of the mansion, the door swung open and two burley men with hard faces hurried down the stairs to greet them. They opened the door, and a rapid exchange of Russian happened. She held her breath, hoping they wouldn’t notice her. The men had deadness in their eyes that scared her shitless.
“This is Ms. Lila. She’ll be staying with us through lock down. You will treat her exactly as you would Rina and protect her with your life.”
“Yes, Mr. Arsenyev.”
“Now that we understand each other. I’d like a brief report.”
“The house and the perimeter are secured. We’ll be doing sweeps in rotating shifts until we’re told to stand down.”
“I’ll be in to speak with you after Val and I settle Ms. Lila.”
“Let’s get inside and we’ll tell you everything.” Dmitry caught Val’s gaze.
Val opened her door and helped her down. The adrenaline surging through her veins made her anxious. He wrapped an arm around her waist, and she leaned her weight into him, grateful for the connection. His warmth and the firm shape of his body was an anchor to keep her from drifting away in the fog encompassing her. Dmitry took the space to her left. Despite the recent event she’d never felt safer. Dmitry rested his hand on the small of her back, completing the circuit.
Silence stretched out between them like a shadow as they entered the house. The foyer was large with white and black marbled tile in the entryway. She got a vague impression of a navy blue and beige color scheme as they moved through the home and down a hallway. At the very end of the hallway Dmitry stepped forward, opened the door, and waved them inside.
Chapter Three
Seated on the sofa that sat in front of the fifty-inch television that dominated the far wall in the lounging area of his room, Dmitry hesitated. This isn’t how I imagined telling her the family secret.
“We almost died.”
Her quiet statement ripped his heart open. “Yes, we did.” Dmitry hunched over to catch her gaze with his own as she fiddled with her fingers.
“But we’re still alive.” Val scooted closer to her and rubbed her back.
“My life flashed before my eyes, and I was ashamed.” Her voice quavered.
“Why, honey?” Dmitry gentled his tone, shocked by the stark emptiness in her eyes.
“Because I’ve never truly lived, I’ve wasted a life following rules, trying to please others, and being afraid. How cliché would it have been to die a virgin?” Her lips twisted into a self-deprecating sneer. “No more.” She blinked, and a new look filled her big browns, one he couldn’t quite place. He peered over at Val who shook his head. Great, we’re both clueless.
“I want.” She paused.
“You want what, Lila?
” He reached out and grasped her chin between his thumb and his index fingers.
“You… both of you.” Her words were mumbled but decipherable in the quiet room. “I need to feel alive. For the first time in my life I want to stop repressing my sexuality because of what society would think.”
His jaw dropped.
Her face collapsed like a rickety bridge under stress. “Did I misread things?” She gasped and covered her mouth with her hands. “This is so embarrassing.”
“No. You weren’t wrong.” Dmitry shook his head. “We don’t want you to regret this later. Virginity is a gift.” He trailed his knuckles down the satin soft cheek of her skin. Her pink tongue darted out to moisten her lips, and she swallowed.
“I won’t regret it.”
Val ran his hand over her clavicle, encircling her throat. She whimpered, and he bent his head down to tug the bottom of her earlobe. “We can give you pleasure beyond anything you’ve ever imagined. But only if you trust us enough to let go of everything else.”
“E-everything?” Her voice shook.
“Yes, Haw Laskovaya … our sweet.” Dmitry leaned in to test the plump lips he’d admired all night. A gentle brush opened her up like a flower, and his tongue slid inside. The scent of wild flowers and sunshine teased his nose. His nostrils flared as his cock hardened. Lila was radost, joy bottled up and packaged in a mouthwatering container. Her tongue shyly glided along his. There was a purity about her unskilled actions that roused a possessiveness he’d never felt toward a woman.
Val wrapped his arms around her waist and cupped her breasts. She shuddered, gasping. Pulling away he licked his lips, savoring the mixture of flavored-gloss and her on his tongue.
“Are you ready, Lila?”
Her unfocused whiskey-colored eyes darkened.
“I think I’ve been waiting for a long time.” He slid from the couch onto his knees in front of her, and Val moved in to recapture her lips. Careful to go slow he slipped off her shoes and massaged the balls of her feet, working up her leg to her calves. Her body muscles became limp, and her legs fell open inch by inch. Val deepened his kiss, tilting his head this way and that as he coaxed breathy moans from her throat. Damn! My dick’s leaking, and I haven’t even gotten her naked yet. There was something sacred about being her first lovers. They needed to do it right.
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