He ran his thumb on my lips from one corner to the other, his eyes burrowing holes into mine. "He kissed you?"
"Y-yes."
Why was my voice shaky? Why was this horrible fear swirling in my chest? I hated the look Ilay had on his face.
It genuinely terrified me.
"And you let him?"
I pressed my lips together to evade his touch, which he did not take in too well.
"You, you said I could...use every other part..." I swallowed the rest of the excuse when I saw his blue eyes dim as an engorged vein appeared on his temple. His jaw was clenched firmly from its appearance, warning me to shut the fuck up lest I be destroyed.
Ilay sniggered. "That, I did say. But you seem to have forgotten something."
I gazed at him urging him to remind me what I had forgotten.
"I'm the next Czar. And these lips," he touched them again, gentler, "are only mine to kiss."
I gulped, swallowing the fear rising from the pits of my stomach to stay firm on my jelly feet.
"I...I..." I had nothing to say. I was very well aware of what might follow. A slap. Being choked. Being fucked.
All the possible outcomes formed in my brain. But none was even close to what he did. He left. Yes. Ilay just turned and left me in the bathroom without venting his anger on me.
It took me a few seconds to process the fact that he hadn't harmed me before I ran after him.
"Ilay? I can-" I caught his back disappearing through his bedroom door and like a storm, I was blown around until I was dropped at the center of it.
The normal Ilay wouldn't just stomach his anger. He would find someone to take it out on. And that someone was... Milan.
"Oh shit!" I cursed darting after him.
Since we had already had our dinner, most if not all, were getting ready for bed. Milan was probably in his office winding up the day's work. And Ilay knew exactly where to find him from how angry he was descending those stairs.
I ran after him but didn't make a scene by shouting and screaming his name. I also didn't dare go close to him lest I be struck down in his Hulk mode.
Gawd!
Did this man have any idea how hot his back looked as he strode along the hallway? Maybe not because his focus was somewhere else.
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ILAY'S POV
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The door didn't dare stand in my way as I burst into Milan's office. Nothing would stop me from messing up his face and any part of him I wanted.
He was busy reading a book in his hand, his ass on the edge of his desk.
"What brings you here, dear brother?" He questioned without tearing his eyes from his book.
His cockiness. His arrogance. Only I got to have these in this house.
Without breathing a word, I rushed over to him, my right fist flying straight for his jaw.
The book thudded faintly on the floor while Milan fell to the side, scattering the files on the desk.
The flames of fury dancing in my chest had spread to every part of me, scorching my fists till the nerves were dead. I could have smacked a wall full of nails and felt nothing.
"What is that-"
I grabbed the collar of his t-shirt and rained more blows on his face till his mouth bled. Yes. I was satisfied with the sight of blood, but the smirk on his lips sent my head on the verge of explosion from the pure anger still burning me.
I hadn't felt like this in a while. Hadn't brutalized Milan's face in years. And doing it again felt so liberating.
I grinned back tugging his bloody face closer to mine by his collar. "I just felt like saying hi to you like this. Is there a problem?"
She ran the back of his hand across his lips to wipe off his blood before smudging it on my chest. "You have my blood on you, are you satisfied?"
"Not really. I'd like to cut off your lips. Only then will I truly let go."
He chuckled, his eyes flying past my shoulder to the person I knew was watching all of this. "So you're beating me up because of her? How interesting."
I laughed back, letting go of his t-shirt and shoving him backward. "You think too much, brother. Kally means nothing to me. But be careful where you put your lips. I might accidentally lose it and send one of your brats for a mission."
His eyes widened to my threat which brought me a level of satisfaction.
"Kelly?!"
"Yes?" She answered with half her usual confidence.
"Come here!" I ordered looking straight into Milan's eyes without blinking.
She obeyed like the puppet she was and came to stand by my side.
Without the need to look at her, I lifted my hand and slid it into her hair before tugging and pulling her even closer.
She didn't make a sound. Good.
"Who do you belong to?" I asked her with my gaze still glued on Milan who was frowning at this point.
"You," she answered softly.
"And do you do whatever I tell you to do like a good little pet?"
"Yes."
Her answers were satisfying. Now it was time to show Milan just how submissive my pet was.
I pulled her to stand between us before burying my lips in hers and kissing her with my eyes wide open.
This wasn't why I had asked Kally to pull Milan into her trap, no. I initially wanted to use her to dig out any secrets that he might be holding that were related to Drakon. But I had acted once more out of rage and thoughtlessly ruined the plan.
Oh well, at least we'd have a guest to watch us tonight who wasn't some random person.
It had only been two days and I could already see the lust in Milan's eyes as he glared at us.
He might have been married, but their marriage was only in name. The two of them lived separate lives and fucked whoever they wanted. They only had the kids just to have an heir and nothing more.
And now that he was eyeing my pet, I thoroughly enjoyed it.
I'd make him want her even more but will never let him have her. She was perfect, but only for me.
This little submissive pet was anything but that. She was just good at hiding her claws and had the power to take on this submissive face to fool anyone she wanted.
I had met the likes of her, so she was nothing special. What kept me interested was how she had managed to remain a virgin with her personality.
She kissed back willingly and thirstily as if she enjoying Milan watching. If so, maybe I could the two of them to another level.
I moved my mouth to her ear and whispered, "I want to watch you, suck his dick."
I felt her body tense up, but it relaxed when I kissed her neck and shoulder. "Make him cum in less than two minutes and I promise, I'll return the favor myself."
She giggled.
"I'll look forward to that."
Kally tore herself from me and whirled around to fall into Milan's arms. She whispered something to him and he frowned even harder yet didn't thrust her away.
Right in front of me, I watched her lower herself until her face was level with his crotch and her hands touching him.
Milan's eyes met mine. "You're really as fucked up as they say."
I grinned proudly. "You should thank me for sharing my wife with you, brother. Didn't you like it when you were fucking her mouth earlier? Why so shy now?"
The dynamics of all our relationships were dark and the world would frown upon our family. But we never did care about the world for centuries. And it certainly wasn't starting with me.
I sat on one of the couches in the room and made myself comfortable as I keenly observed my slutty wife lick and suck Milan's cock. It took her less than thirty seconds to bring it back to life. Now she had about ninety more seconds to make him cum.