Chapter 21 Chapter 21 The Twin
Alek flips me over, my ass in the air, face buried in the pillows. My screams come out muffled as his hand presses me deeper into the bed. He jackhammers me from behind while his other hand drags up and down my spine, forcing me to arch.
Slap, slap, slap—his hand cracks against my ass until it burns. My skin feels like it’s on fire.
I push up just enough to gasp it out. “Harder… harder…” I repeat, and he gives it to me.
Alek pulls out suddenly. Cold air hits me and I feel empty. I push my ass back toward him, needing it again. He rips the condom off and tosses it aside, then slams back inside me and fills me. I can feel his cum dripping out of me.
He keeps pounding into me until I scream his name over and over again.
Then he flips me onto my back and hovers above me, just looking—taking in my face, my body. He licks his lips and slides down between my legs.
His tongue pushes into me, licking, sucking. My legs go over his shoulders as he holds me in place. My whole body tightens. I grab his hair, forcing him closer as I grind against his face.
I feel him smile against me while he sucks my clit.
I come hard, spraying all over him. He pauses, then slowly licks me clean.
Alek drops beside me, finally done destroying my body.
We lie there, both breathing hard, trying to come down.
He looks over at me, his brows pulling together. His hand reaches up, brushing my cheek—so soft it surprises me. I don’t even flinch.
“I’m sorry. I hit you too hard. Shit… Sergey is going to kill me.”
“I’m fine,” I say, but as his thumb moves over my lips, I feel the sting.
He split my lip.
He looks at me again, regret flashing across his face—though it doesn’t fully stay. I sit up and take in the damage. Bruises, bite marks everywhere. My stockings are ruined, the garter torn, the bra barely holding together.
He is rough.
And I loved every second of it.
I drag my tongue over my lip, tasting the blood. I don’t stop myself.
He watches me, amused.
Without warning, I swing and slap the shit out of him.
“Don’t fucking apologize!”
His head snaps to the side. When he looks back at me, his lip is split now too. He grins.
“You hit hard.”
I grab his chin and pull him toward me, then bite down on his neck hard—like a fucking vampire—until I taste blood.
Alek groans, grabbing my ass and pulling me closer like he likes it. I am throbbing again, I want him. I pull back and kiss him softly, his smile still there.
“We’re even now.”
I sit up and swing my legs over the side of the bed.
Fuck.
Everything hurts. My whole body is sore. My ass is definitely red. I don’t even want to think about what my face looks like.
I pretend like I don’t feel every inch of it.
I peel off what’s left of the lingerie and get dressed again. Alek does the same—he wasn’t supposed to bring clothes up here, but he did.
“Let’s go,” he says. “We’ve been up here for three hours. I thought someone would come looking for us.”
We head down the stairs. Every step makes me wince more than the last.
Alek turns around, catches my expression, and without a word lifts me up in one smooth motion. My arms go around his neck as he carries me down all three floors.
When we step into the living room, everyone is laughing, playing board games.
Alek sets me down.
Sergey looks up.
And his face turns ice cold instantly.
“Outside. Now, brother.”
Alek turns, grabs my neck, and kisses me hard—so hard it steals my breath.
“It was worth it,” he whispers against my ear, squeezing my ass before letting go.
Sergey holds the door open, waiting for him.
I walk into the living room, and my friends all gasp.
Yeah… I probably should have looked at myself first.
Nick and Vince start freaking out. Gemma just grins.
“I knew he was the freak. He acts so sweet!” she says.
I laugh with her, even though it pulls at my lip.
Outside, Sergey and Alek are already yelling. They’re so loud we can hear every word.
“What are they saying?” Tish asks.
I move toward the window, everyone crowding around me. Gemma hands me an ice pack—she must’ve run to the kitchen.
“Sergey is telling Alek he warned him not to be this rough with me. Alek is saying I like it rough. Now they’re just calling each other names,” I translate.
Sergey swings.
Alek dodges it easily, glancing back toward the house and blowing me a kiss.
That’s when Sergey lands one.
Alek stumbles but stays on his feet. Sergey grabs his shirt, fists twisting the fabric, and starts pounding his face.
Alek doesn’t fight back.
I move fast, pushing through the room and out the door.
“Sergey… STOP!”
He pauses, looking back at me—then throws one more punch before letting go.
“Elena hits harder than you!” Alek laughs, rubbing his face.
Sergey looks at me. “Did you hit him?”
“Yeah. He apologized, so I smacked him,” I say, smiling through the pain.
Gemma opens the door. “Come inside! We’re going to eat and then go play in the snow!”
I stand next to her as the two of them walk back in.
She steps outside with me and shuts the door behind her.
“Sergey made me come four fucking times,” she says.
“He’s good,” I admit, “but Alek made me squirt a few times. No one’s ever done that.”
We sit there laughing for a minute.
Then she looks at me. “Let me see.”
I lift my shirt.
“For fuck’s sake… he bit you hard. You’re bruising. Still thinking about Sergey?”
I roll my eyes, the cold biting at my face now.
We head back inside and make our way to the dining room. Gemma’s staff serves soup—it warms me from the inside out.
Vincent watches me eat, barely touching his own food.
The rest of the day, we spend out in the snow.