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alex

I wanted to rip that fucking delicate teddy from her body and fuck her naked. I wanted her to scream my name so everyone knew she was mine. With her hair in its signature slicked-back ponytail, her pouty lips, and her perky breasts framed by the lace, she was irresistible.

I raked my gaze down her body and stopped on the scars across her knees. The ones he gave her. The power she was taking from him tonight.

“I’m so fucking proud of you,” I murmured.

“Thank you,” she said, giving me a soft smile.

She knew. I was bearing everything for her tonight. I wanted to give her this, her own sexual freedom. I wanted to give it back to her after what he did. It was my gift to her.

“Come and kiss me?”

Her invitation was all I needed. I closed the distance between us, pulling her tightly against my chest. She slowly undid the buttons on my shirt, pausing to kiss me after each one.

When the shirt finally slipped off and dropped to the floor, I grabbed her by the ass and tossed her onto the bed.

“I need you,” she moaned.

With one hand wrapped around her lower back, I pressed my mouth to hers, savoring the raw, carnal sounds escaping her lips. I unclasped the back of the lingerie she wore, and threw it on the floor.

“I need you to touch me.”

I practically salivated at her request. “First, my fingers or my mouth?”

As the words left my mouth, the wooden floor creaked, and we both looked toward the door.

Dirks was standing in the frame with the girl from the other room. Her long brunette hair was thrown over her shoulders, with the ends curled. She was dressed in a black lace bra and underwear set. Dirks was holding onto her waist as they both stared.

Dirks’s longer blonde hair was still damp with sweat.

He wore a pair of dark blue boxers and looked directly at me.

Dirks and I often shared rooms and either watched or participated together.

This was nothing new, but being with Anastasia added a different layer.

He knew I liked her and that my connection with her was deeper than with the others we usually engaged with.

He stopped, grabbing onto the girl on his arm and holding her back as I turned back to Anastasia, who was staring at them.

“Hey,” I said. Her attention snapped back to mine. Her still-puffy red lips parted, but no words came out. “You never answered my question.”

I gave her a slight nod, hoping she understood I was okay with their presence and that I was waiting for her. She glanced back at the door, then returned her gaze to me, her eyes widening before she did something unexpected.

She gave me a curt nod in return. “Fingers first,” she commanded.

The corner of my lip twisted into a devilish grin as she lay on the bed, arching her back and lifting her hips to let me enter.

I traced her dripping pussy, realizing how turned on she was with two others in the room. They took a seat in the corner by the door, the brunette draped over Dirks on his lap.

As my mouth met Anastasia’s, I whispered, “You like this, malyshka?”

She panted as my fingers teased her entrance. “So fucking much. This is exactly what I needed.”

“Good,” I murmured before plunging my fingers inside her, my thumb circling her clit in slow, deliberate strokes. She writhed beneath my touch as I fucked her with my fingers.

“Fuck. I need more,” she cried out.

I pulled back, teasing her, and whispered, “I want you to watch them while I taste you with my tongue.”

My eyes scanned hers, drinking her in. Her chest was heaving, and I just knew the anticipation was killing her. “Do you want that, Anastasia?” My voice was raw and gravelly.

“So much, Alex. Fuck me, please.”