“Why are you strapping weapons to yourself?” His ass leans against the lip of the dresser in the master bedroom, arms folded over his impressive chest.
“To be prepared. Protection. Defense. What do you think I’m doing it for?”
The veins in his forearms pulse. “I will be there. Rodion, our father, and Viktor will all be there.”
“I know.” I shrug, tying my hair back.
“Do you question what I would do for you?” He prowls over to me and then grips my chin, tipping my face to his. He searches my eyes. “I’d burn the world to the ground for you and then fuck you in the ashes of it.”
Well fucking hell. My thighs squeeze.
Licking his lips, he orders, “You better stop looking at me like that.”
“Like what?” I choke out thickly.
“Like you’re going to make us late because you need my dick filling all your needy holes.”
Damn him.
“Hmmm.” He growls low in the back of his throat. Releasing me, he unbuckles his belt, slow and deliberate. I watch transfixed. “Get on your knees, Alyona,” he commands. “Now.”
Rodion taps a finger to his watch on his wrist as we walk up to him and Andru who’ve been waiting for us at the back of The Vault. “You’re late, angel.” He affixes me with a hard stare when my cheeks blush and I bite on my bottom lip.
Z brushes past my body, making me shiver involuntarily. “Sorry. She was busy getting her dirty halo fixed.” He grins, and I flush even harder when Andru groans.
No dad wants to hear about this crap.
“Is that shame creeping up your neck, Alyona?” Rodion teases, dropping his voice low against my ear. He pulls me into his body with one arm and guides us inside The Vault.
Stroking my hand to my neck and nudging him with my hip, I confess, “More likely it’s Z’s fingerprints.”
Z leans into Rodion’s other side. “She wore my hand like a necklace, brother. It was her turn to pray on her knees.”
“Can you three save this stuff for when I’m not here?” Andru grumbles, unable to stand it a second longer.
I giggle and swallow, clearing my throat when we descend a staircase.
Rodion senses my confusion and says, “Viktor’s idea to hold the meeting on the lower level.”
When we walk through the double doors into the lower level of The Vault, we have to push past dust sheets and tarp that crunches beneath our feet.
“He’s doing renovations, too,” Rodion informs me. I notice a row of clear Plexiglass cells in various stages of construction and raise an eyebrow at Rodion, who just smirks down at me. “Voyeurism is a big kink. You’d know all about that, wouldn’t you?” he taunts, and memories of him and Z in the shower burn through my mind.
Pulling back another piece of plastic sheeting, we hear voices and find Viktor, Levi, Adam, and another large man sitting around a long white table with leather straps on each corner. I’ve always known Viktor hosts fetish parties down here, but I’ve never been down here myself.
Adam stiffens when he sees the twins and Andru. “You didn’t mention you were bringing company,” he bites out.
I jab a finger toward the two henchmen he brought with him. “Neither did you.”
“What can I say, I have trust issues after Jane Doe ended up in my trunk.”
“Please take a seat.” Viktor gestures toward the leather bench beside him. Adam settles down on the other side. Everyone takes a seat except for Z and Levi. Z stands at the head of the table next to Levi who hovers close to Adam. There’s a subtle flinch from Levi when Z takes his position.
“Excuse the surroundings,” Viktor says. “I’m having some renovations done, but I thought this would be a more private setting.”
“Who was that Jane Doe girl?” Adam asks, ignoring Viktor.
So, no pleasantries then.
