Page 10 of The Games of Madmen

My dick is throbbing so hard it might burst.

“Oh my fucking God,” our queen screams as her legs begin to tense and shake, her pussy clamping down on Rodion’s cock, forcing his release along with hers.

I stroke my hand over my length and follow them over into bliss, spraying her body with my cum.

“Oh, God,” she whimpers, almost sobbing as she tries to catch her breath. “This is insane.”

“We’re madmen,” Rodion grunts, his teeth nipping at the exposed flesh of her shoulder. “Did you expect anything less?”

He bites her harder and she cries out.

We’re a tangled mess of limbs, the three of us, sated and happy.

A feeling like I’ve never felt before.

We’ve fucked a lot of people, but it’s never been so…complete.

Then, she giggles.

Softly at first.

Soon, her laughter turns wild.

“Rodion, you owe me for those shorts,” she says with a content sigh. “They were vintage Versace.”

I grin—like the madman I am—at Rodion.

We’ve finally had our girl and we’re never letting her go.

Chapter Three

Alyona

“Rodion,” Ven barks down the line, jarring me away from Z’s arms. Z doesn’t allow me to get far before he’s dragging me back to his chest and running his hand into my hair.

“Hmm?” Rodion drawls, sipping his drink, his eyes never straying from the show we’re putting on for him.

“Vlad won’t ever let you train another fighter after this.” The sentence lingers in the air between us all. I tense at the mention of Vlad and training. The pulse in Rodion’s neck jumps, Making the snake tattooed there come alive.

“We don’t work for Vlad Vasiliev. Never have. You should know better than that, cousin. And we haven’t done anything, so it’s a moot point.” He smirks, leaning back and placing his arm over the couch’s backrest just as Z sits up against the headboard and drags me with him. My back against his chest, my legs spread over his, so I’m entirely bare and splayed out for Rodion’s greedy gaze. Z’s large hands palm my tits, drawing a moan from me.

“What are you smirking about, brother?” Z croons, voice low, as he parts my thighs further with the movement of his own legs.

Rodion’s gaze darkens and he palms his erection over his expensive slacks with one hand and keeps his phone in the other, still on speaker, poised near his mouth. Oh, what a dirty, dirty mouth it is. I wonder if it still tastes like me.

“I’m just taking precautions,” Ven rumbles, sighing heavily on the phone and completely unaware of the fact his cousin is rubbing at his cock while on the phone. “Yuri is a nasty, ruthless cunt when he feels wronged.”

“Isn’t he preoccupied with the new grandson and all?” Rodion muses. “Give him eighteen years and he’ll have a new fighter all of his own.”

I almost choke at Rodion’s words. He’s mocking their willingness to let their loved ones die for status and power, and it would be funny if it weren’t such a true tragedy.

Z slips his hand between my folds, stroking over my clit and teasing the pink soaked hole. “Rodion is only teasing,liybimaya.”My love.His voice calms me. “I think this slutty little hole is my new obsession.” His tongue swipes up my neck and his thick fingers tease.

So distracting. I’m almost able to believe him…

But it’s not a joke. We will never be safe, and neither will any kids brought into this world with any of our last names.

“Hopefully Yuri will be long dead before that can ever be a possibility,” Ven replies, voice low and threatening.