I was torn between, wondering if my moral compass had broken, or if I never had one. And hearing Milan struggle to suppress his moans while I gave him a blowjob only made me believe that my time with Ilay had broken me.
Thank God it was only a transaction between him and me lest I be sucked into this shady world of his where family meant nothing.
Well, not like mine mattered at all.
"Ngh!" Milan moaned pressing my head down on his cock to push it in the back of the throat.
I gagged but quickly relaxed my muscles to adjust to his size. One could say that I had trained my mouth to become a tool to survive in the world of men.
At this point, I could comfortably say that every man was dying to feel his cock taken in by the warm wet sensation of a mouth.
Milan was more expressive than the cold psycho I had married, and his moans were pleasing to listen to.
He cursed a few times in Russian and damn! It sounded too hot for my ears.
I pulled my head back for air and looked up into his eyes with a flirting smirk.
His jaw clenched as his left hand gripped his shaft. With his right hand, he pushed back my hair, and then the cum ropes jerked out to fall all over my face.
My left eye shut before the hot cum could make its way inside while keeping my right on Milan's face. His ears were red, and so was the back of his neck.
"Here." Milan handed me a few tissues as I got off my knees. "So, um..."
"Hm?"
I tossed the dirty tissues in the trash can near his chair before facing him.
He had already tucked his cock back in his pants and was now eyeing me weirdly.
Without saying a word, Milan got up to tower over me as Ilay did. He raked my face with those keen eyes of his and smiled warmly.
"I think you looked hot with cum on your face."
I gave a short laugh, "So I've been told."
My statement brought a frown upon his face. "Does he..."
I grinned. So men were so easy to tame?
This felt good. And so much fun. I could play with him all while accomplishing my tasks and keeping my freedom.
I took a step closer, getting rid of the distance between us, and spooned myself against him, my hands snaking his lean waist. "Why do you care? Can't we just have a good time without involving our partners?"
He cleared his throat turning his head to the side. "This is wrong."
I frowned, my excitement suddenly dulled by his silly righteous words. "Why didn't you say this when you jammed your dick in my mouth? Or is it wrong-" I licked his nipple over his t-shirt and he instantly stirred, "-only after you're satisfied?"
"That's not what I mean," he explained pushing me back to look down at my eyes. "You know Ilay's temper. If he finds out tha-"
"He won't!" I assured firmly. 'Because he's the one who threw me in your arms.' "Besides, we haven't done anything serious, right?" I teased licking and biting his nipple again.
Milan's body grew rigid like a pole when I played with his nipple. I grabbed the opportunity and slipped my hands under his t-shirt to feel his firm broad back.
He indeed had a nice body, but Ilay's was more juicy and firm. The two were roughly the same size, including their big cocks that they must have been using to torment other people with glorious pleasure.
I hated thinking about how having such a cock in me would feel because it only left me angry and yearning for something I'd never had.
Would Ilay know if I disobeyed him and slept with Milan? Would he carry out his threat and slice off Milan's dick? Now that would be such intense drama. One that made my devilish nature kick with excitement.
But I'd be on my way to a nunnery with a sealed pussy...
My soul shuddered, just as Milan's hands gained life to explore my body.
His touches were different, gentle, and slow. As they roamed on my bare skin, I shut my eyes and leaned my forehead on his chest, hoping to feel something flaming as I did with Ilay.
But his hands didn't leave that waking fire I usually felt whenever Ilay laid his on me. It was just a plain feeling with a normal impact on my body, making me just a tiny bit horny. But I only grew that horny because my mind kept drifting to Ilay's memories.
I couldn't go on lest he noticed my distracted mind.
I lifted my face, a smile on my lips. "We should stop here for today."
Milan smiled back cupping my face. "Why are you looking at me with such innocent eyes? It makes me want to rip them out."
I chuckled. "I guess you aren't that different from your brother."
Milan brought his lips down to mine and whispered, "He is my brother, after all, we're cut from the same cloth."
I pulled down his hand intending to slip away from his hold when he suddenly turned rough and grabbed me by my hair. His expression shifted to a different person and I felt his darkness seep through the devilish smirk on his lips. "You willingly walked in my world, Kally. So don't think I'll let you leave freely as you wish. And if I grow a deep interest in you, I will snatch you away from my dear brother." Wow, so this was his authentic self? No wonder I felt odd seeing his well-put persona.
I grinned thrilled. "Are you sure you have the power to do that? From what I can see, you're a few steps behind Ilay. So how can you say such words with such confidence?" I poked, hoping he'd spill something.
Even though I had no clue about Ilay's order to seduce his brother, I was bright enough to recognize the underground power struggle within this family. Was Ilay suspecting Milan about the thing that Aya stole? After all, family usually turns out to be one's greatest and hidden enemy.
Milan snickered looking much relaxed and genuine.
"If that time comes, then you'll see just how capable I am," he said before yanking me back and letting his body follow.
I flinched when my ass smacked the cold wall but my reaction was suppressed when a foreign pair of lips covered mine in one brutal kiss.
He didn't even let me breathe and I just let him kiss me as hard as he wanted.
How could he talk big yet didn't have a clue why I was in his arms right now? Moron.
He moved from my lips and devoured my neck, his hands groping my breasts and fondling them as he wished, gaining the upper hand in the make-out.
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I sighed staring at my reflection in the bathroom mirror. My neck was left with reddish marks from Milan's fierce handling which had now felt more of Ilay.
Would he be mad if he saw these?
I didn't have to worry about the rest of the family seeing them, I was married and these were common when people fucked.
But when it came to Ilay, I just couldn't predict what he'd do.
I sighed again which ended up in a groan. It was interrupted when the door clicked opening.
His burly tall frame showed up at the doorway before he stepped fully into the room.
Our eyes met in the mirror. He looked pissed already. What had he been up to that had been making him come back in such a lousy mood?
And just like yesterday, he had blood stains on the front of his long-sleeved white shirt.
"Hello there, husband," I teased with a smile but froze when I noticed where his moody glare was fixed...on my neck.
"Seems like today was a success!"
I nodded turning around while he walked over. "What exactly happened?" Ilay asked unbuttoning his shirt in the most unusual way. The buttons darted in every direction as he pulled the plackets from each other.
I almost drooled from the sexy show, his abs came in sight like a stripper undressing for his client. A cold-faced stripper who was insanely hot.
"I...I...I...I blew him and...and...and...we kiss-ed."
I knew I was in deep shit when Ilay's movements died out the second he heard that Milan and I kissed.
His eyes hardened and one could see the disgust and anger swirling in them from a mile away.
'Fuck!'