Chapter 70: I Need Your Help

Gianna

There's no sign of Dmitry when I wake up, not like I expected him to be on his knees with a cup of coffee in hand. That'd be asking for too darn much from pretty boy— Dmitry Orlov.

I swing my legs off the bed, wincing slightly as I stand. My asshole still hurts from the sex last night and my legs feel so heavy.

I need to start rethinking my decision to experiment shit, I mean for the time being it's a fun idea but practically? Hell no.

I grab my robe from the chair and slip it on quickly, tying it tighter then head to the bathroom but I stop right in front of the mirror.

Shit, did I look this much of a mess when I went downstairs last night?

I groan, my face heating up as angry spots on my skin meets my eyes. I'll kill Dmitry.

Bury him or maybe burn him alive.

I think Tamer can help with that… my eyes widen, Tamer!

I scamper back to my bed, searching for my phone. I need to confirm that I didn't send the video to him.

My fingers clasp the device and I make the cross sign before logging into my account.

Tamer: I'm sorry I left you hanging last night, but I'm guessing you had quite some fun.

Tamer: One Video.

I cock my brow but still pressing play, and the phone nearly slips off my grip when I see the video.

“Fuck kitten, look how hard your little video made me.” He grunts rubbing his cock while the video of Dmitry and I plays on his laptop.

I gulp loudly feeling my pussy dripping from watching him gain pleasure because of me.

He grip the head of his pierced cock hard, pressing down on his pee hole. “I can't come yet. Not without watching you come kitten.”

My hands involuntarily reach down to my wet pussy, rubbing on it in the same motion as Tamer's hands on his cock.

“Fuck.” I moan, rubbing slow circles on my clit.

After a few more hard strokes he groans, stroking harder as spurts of cum fly out his cock. “God, Kitten I pray to fuck that you're touching yourself and cumming so hard when I do.”

My eyes shut, his voice filling my head as I feel my own pleasure brewing. “Mnbghh.”

I pinch my little nub, ready to let myself go. “Fuck yes—”

A low knock on my door snaps me back to the present.

I glance at it then at my spread legs unsure on which to attend first.

If it's Dmitry I can always convince him to fuck me, but…

“Miss Gianna…” Donny calls from outside, “ you're needed downstairs.”

I groan, shutting my eyes and getting out of bed, I contemplate washing my hands but decide not to.

When I swing the door open, Donny’s arms are akimbo and that usual playful smirk is missing.

“What's going on?” I question as he leads us downstairs but if he hears me he does absolutely nothing to show it.

“Uhm… Donny?”

He grunts in response but not turning to face me. “Is Dmitry okay?”

I can feel panic rising in my chest now, and I try and fail not to show it.

His lack of words aren't helping either.

When we get to the bottom of the stairs, the second person I would never expect to be here is standing right outside, and from Dmitry's stance he's one second away from punching him.

I hurry out the door, putting myself in-between the two brutes.

“What's going on here?” I pant out. Gripping my legs to stop myself from kissing the floor.

Yup, I need to go back to working out.

Braide eyes me then pulls me into an embrace, ruffling at my hair, through my bonnet and I shut my eyes praying to heavens he's not messing up my curls.

“Get your hands off her.” A rather choked voice breaks through the porch and I pry away from Braide who only pulls me closer into him.

The Langleys, except my favourite one, might really be bad news.

“Why?” Braide drawls, pressing a kiss to my cheeks and my body heats up.

Okay, okay. I didn't run away from him because the anger on Dmitry's face is something I can have for breakfast, lunch and dinner but right now? He looks like he'll tear me away from Braide with animalistic strength.

So I do the only reasonable thing known to man, I ignore Dmitry's death glare and face Braide.

“Stop taunting, Dmitry. He had a rather stressful night.” I say, biting back a smile. Okay I lied, I'm enjoying this way too much to just let the opportunity pass me by.

His index finger tilts my head, so I can stare into his dead eyes. “I can see that, darling.”

One minute his fingers are tracing along the hickeys on my neck and another, Braide is on the floor chuckling with his hands on his nose while Dmitry is breathing hard towering over him.

“I told you get your fucking hands off her!” He yells ready to pounce on my new best friend and I rush to pull him back.

“What the fuck is your problem, Dmitry!?” I push him away, hurrying to check on Braide who's bleeding hard.

I manage to get him up, pushing past Dmitry and head to the kitchen where the first aid box is.

“Why are you here?” I ask, cleaning the blood off his mouth and lip.

He raises a brow at me then smiles before wincing from the pain. “Why wouldn't I be here? You checked out of the hotel and we didn't get to finish our little discussion.”

Ah… I can't remember half of what we talked about that day, aside from him mentioning how in love Dmitry is with me.

And I'm supposed to ponder on something really important, but between Dmitry pounding deep into my pussy and shoving ginger into my ass, the importance slowly dissipated into thin air.

“I'm sorry about that…” I start, “I got pretty distracted.”

“Glad to see you're taking my advice, but that's not the only reason I'm here. I need your help.”

“My help?” I ask, setting the kit back in the cupboard and handing Braide a pack of ice.

He nods, glancing behind probably checking for Dmitry's shadow but we're met with a rather empty doorway.

“It’s a family issue.”