Page 67 of Black Sheep

“She’s not just yours.”

“I know. But with her, you have the subtlety of a bull in a fucking china shop and I don’t want you ruining any more of the fucking progress we’ve made today. Give her a minute, if she doesn’t come back down, either me or Dimi will go fetch her.”

Dimi strolls back into the room, the huge smile from earlier sliding from his face when he finds Ali’s seat empty and a rapidly darkening bruise on Lev’s jaw.

“What happened? Where’s Malishka?”

“Lev was a dick and she went upstairs.”

“What did you say to her?” he growls, his expression darkening.

“I…” Lev starts.

“He reminded her how much she hates being here and how much she hates us and that no matter how much we fucked her it wouldn’t change anything,” I spit, glaring at my brother, and honestly considering punching him again.

“You did what?” Dimi asks slowly.

“I didn’t…” Lev splutters. “I…” Exhaling, he sinks back into his chair and covers his face with his hands, yanking at his hair. “I fucked up.”

“Why would you say that to her?” Dimi demands.

“Because I spent ten minutes with her and she was spitting hatred at me in every direction, and they you go up an hour later and she comes back down looking like a wet fucking dream, stinking of sex. I’m jealous,” he admits.

“So, you decided to fuck it up for all of us, because she likes us better than you right now?” I ask, scowling at him.

“That wasn’t my plan, but then you started finger fucking her at the table and I lost my mind,” Lev growls, scowling back at me almost as fiercely.

“If you had managed to keep your mouth shut, I’d been about to suggest you could lick her sore cunt better, but you had to be an asshole,” I cry.

“She wouldn’t have wanted me to. She’s pissed at me,” he whines, looking like a kicked puppy.

“Go and apologize and fucking mean it. Do not fuck this up for us, when she’s just starting to come round,” Dimi orders, pointing in the direction of the stairs.

“I don’t—” I start.

“He needs to be the one to smooth things over. He needs to get on his fucking knees and grovel if that’s what it takes. Being inside her was fucking incredible, and I won’t give that up just because he’s an idiot.” Turning to Lev, he skewers him with his gaze. “Fix this, brother.”

Nodding, solemnly, Lev stands and then leaves, his head down, his posture contrite.

“Should one of us…” I trail off, tipping my head toward the ceiling.

“Not yet. We’ll intervene if we have to.”

I nod, sigh, then sit back down, downing my glass of wine, then reaching for hers.

“Don’t drink that,” Dimi snaps.

“What? Why?” I ask.

“Because that’s her glass.”

“So?”

“I mean, you can drink it if you want, but everything she eats or drinks in this house is laced with my cum,” he tells me, smirking.

“What the fuck did you just say?”

“You heard me.”