Page 75 of These Family Ties
“Is the great Alexi Volkov getting attached?” I tilt my head with a small laugh.
The Volkov family was ruthless. They only cared about whatever worked for their own agenda and each other. It was easy to see why they’d been almost unstoppable when they were involved in the brutal fashion industry. It also provided the most incredible cover story—ex-supermodels who were part of the Russian Bratva? Who would believe that?
The door opens, and I nod to Anoushka as she enters and pours herself a drink. Out in the corridor, a man dressed in a leather puppy mask crawls past with his owner a few steps behind. The owner, a tall man covered in tattoos, glares at me for a moment before Anoushka pushes the door closed with the tip of her red Louboutin. Toska truly was a wonderland of vice and sin.
It was usually easy to forget where I was and what I was planning when I was buried inside the tight heat of someone else’s body. But it wasn’t quite enough tonight because no matter how pretty or charming Alexi was, he wasn't her. I needed more. Rage simmers away beneath the surface whenever my thoughts turn to her. The woman living a life she didn’t deserve.
Noush sips her vodka before taking the joint from Alexi and finishing it. Placing the empty glass and roach on the side, she changes the light settings, dimming them further.
“You are one of ours, West.” Alexi moans as I wrap my hand around his cock and jerk it roughly a few times before pressing the tip of my nail against his slit.
“One of many,” I remind him as he bounces on my dick again.
“Da,” he pants, and I can feel sizzling at the base of my spine. “But your little dark heart is just like ours. That makes us almost family.”
His twin approaches the bed, and grabs a handful of her brother’s hair, yanking it back so that more of his throat is exposed, and I adjust my hold. She kisses the side of his face before releasing her hold on him. “Ignore him, Lexi is feeling sentimental these days. He needs to get his play together before he is soft.”
Alexi’s eyes are practically rolled back in his head as he manages to grunt out, “I am never soft.”
With my hand still wrapped around Alexi’s neck, I use it to pin him in place as I pound into him, my hips thrusting upwards as he moans and whines. He jacks himself off, his cock pulsing as he shoots ropes of cum, covering his stomach and chest.
His body clamps down, strangling my cock, which is all I need to tip me into my orgasm. As I empty myself into him, I sink my teeth into his shoulder until the coppery tang of blood hits my tongue. After today, things were about to get more interesting around here.
As we sprawl back on the bed, breathing heavily, I frown at the Russian ex-supermodel watching us. “Do you mean…get his act together?”
“Act, play, is the same thing. Nyet?” Anoushka grins, her smile wide, almost predatory as she slips down the straps of her black silk dress and lets it fall to the floor. Gracefully removing her shoes, she crawls on the bed, naked, beside us. “We will help you with your vendetta. After all, we are business partners now.”
Without their support, West Holdings never would have grown in the way that it has. And without West Holdings, I wouldn’t have been able to get my foot in the door with Nexus. Things were finally falling into place, and now it was time to make my move.
Delphine Harrington was going to pay, and I was going to enjoy tearing down her empire brick by brick.
“You sold your soul to devils,” Alexi taunts as his hands find their way into my hair. With a sharp tug, he guides me down until I’m buried between his sister’s thighs. “Isn’t it delicious?”
Chapter Three
Delphine
As I lower the black lace mask over my eyes, I check my reflection in the mirrored wall. I’d gone for a black corset, with silver front hooks and a black lace up back. I’d paired it with a simple black skirt, a garter belt and black fishnet stockings. Underneath it all, I was wearing a silk black thong.
Club Toska is a club for the elite of Newtown and the surrounding areas to unwind. They promise privacy and discretion, something which I need in order to fully explore my desires and push myself out of the confines of my mind.
It oozes class and elegance, which also promises sin and debauchery—with each private room decorated differently and set up for play based on individual requests.
The Onyx room was my favorite, with the mirrored wall, low lighting, luxurious bed dominating the space in the center of the room and a small chaise lounge tucked against the wall next to a discreet dresser, already stocked for the session. The furnishings are plush, in shades of black and silver. A black sex swing is fixed to the ceiling in the corner, and in the opposite corner there’s a spanking bench. There’s nothing personal here. Just how I like it.
I doubted that we’d use any of that this evening. All I wanted was to release some of the pressure that had been building in my head ever since Weston Edwards…no, Harrington had emerged on the scene.
Fucking little upstart.
The sooner I cut him out like a tumor, the better.
The door opens and a young man enters before closing it softly behind him. He’s wearing a black silk robe, and little else. When he turns to grin at me, I see he’s wearing a lace mask similar to my own. It doesn’t bother me that I can’t see his face. We’ve all got our secrets—that’s why we come to club Toska after all. I don’t need to see behind the mask to know that he’s handsome, the simmering dark eyes, the cheeky grin, square jaw and pearly white teeth all tell me he’s handsome and he knows it.
The man stands taller than me, around six foot five, I’d guess as he looks down at me, even with my heels.
Walking around him as he opens his robe and lets it fall to a puddle at his feet, I say, “I assume you’ve been prepared for this session?”
He nods, threads of gold in his hair catching in the dim lighting. “I have.”