“Fuck me,” I mumbled, my dick coming to life again.
A - More!
M - No, it’s your turn.
I changed the angle on my phone and snapped a picture of my hard length in my hand before sending it through to her. I waited patiently for her to reply, but after several long minutes again with no reply, I texted her back.
A - More. Now!
I waited and waited. Impatience and eagerness turning to worry as the minutes ticked by. What would happen if Ivan woke up and saw the texts? Would he hit her? Kill her? It would be his right as her husband to do as he pleased with her, and no one would help her. No, I wasn’t worried for me—Ivan didn’t scare me, but I was scared for her.
I put my dick away, zipping my pants up and readying myself to leave and head over there. I pulled the curtain back, inviting the club back into my world. I couldn’t stand the waiting anymore. I needed to go over there and find out if she was okay. And if she wasn’t… if Ivan had harmed a single hair on her head, I’d kill him with my bare hands.
I stepped out from behind the booth just as mercifully three dots appeared again and another picture from Marisha’s phone came through. Only this time it wasn’t a close up of her panties or some breast shot. It was her. All of her.
She was stood at an angle in her bathroom completely naked, the flash from the camera reflecting off the mirror. I’d seen her naked, at least parts of her. But here she was completely naked for my eyes to look over every inch of her perfect curves. Her ample breasts, pert and round with hard rosebud nipples, her flat stomach, her pale skin and long legs. The curve of her ass that I wanted to grab and bite and spank until I left a handprint.
I sat back down heavily in my seat, barely able to take my drunk eyes off her body. What I wouldn’t have done to be there with her now. To be able to touch her, lick her, bite her. To slide myself inside of her and catch her cries of pleasure on my tongue.
Swallowing thickly, I texted her back.
A - touch yourself for me.
“Hey, big brother,” Katya said, bringing my attention back to the club and away from my phone… away from Marisha’s beautiful goddamn body. She glanced around suspiciously.
“What?” I snapped, pushing my cell phone back into my pocket.
“Just checking that neither you nor Nikolai have soiled the seats,” she said with distaste.
“You think so little of me,” Nikolai replied, coming up behind her.
She threw him a backward glance before helping herself to a glass of my champagne. “I think so little of both of you because you’re disgusting pigs.”
Nikolai grinned, pleased with her reply. He placed his hands on her shoulders, kissing up to the crook of her neck. She sipped the champagne, as usual, unfazed by his teasing.
“That’s not what other women say, Katya,” he murmured into her ear.
I chuckled, if it were any other man I would have been worried, but Nikolai and my sister’s flirting was nothing more than schoolground tormenting.
Katya spun in his arms, coming face to face with him. My gaze narrowed as she leaned in close enough to kiss him, her arms wrapping around his neck. I watched Nikolai's smile falter, his arms going to her waist.
“Those other women,” she asked.
“Yes?”
“Did you have to pay them? Because that’s the only way any woman could look at you as anything less than disgusting,” she retorted with a laugh and pulled herself free from his grip. “I’m off with some girlfriends, Alexander. I’ll see you tomorrow.” She glanced back at a sullen Nikolai and winked before sauntering off.
Nikolai sat down in the booth with a heavy sigh. “I hate your sister.”
I chuckled. “You’ve said that many times before.”
My phone vibrated in my pocket and I pulled it out, seeing that Marisha had text me twice. I stood back up.
“I need to go. I’ll see you tomorrow,” I said quickly as I started to walk away.
“What is it? Is everything okay?” he called after me.
I turned and smiled. “Everything is better than okay,” I replied. “Oh, and I’m borrowing your car.”
