Chapter 20 Chapter 20 The Game
I run all the way up to the attic. I watch as each girl disappears into a room—Ashley slips into a hallway closet, Gemma takes the office just past the attic door. I close the door behind me and climb the twenty steps, each one creaking under my feet. The stairs turn, and then I am there.
One side is stacked with storage, but the other has an old metal frame bed, a rug beneath it, and curtains still hanging from the ceiling from the last time we had a sleepover up here. It looks like a Persian harem.
I sit on the bed and change. My set is golden yellow—it matches the room perfectly. I walk over to the small window and prop it open, letting the cold air spill in.
I hope Vince doesn’t find me. No—Matt would be worse. But the one I really don’t want to see is Andreas.
Nick would be nice.
I hug my knees as I sit on a pillow under the window. I pull my hair tie out, letting my long hair fall loose. The perfume smells good. I lift my wrist and breathe it in.
The door opens.
I hear footsteps. Too heavy to be Sergey.
Damn it.
I don’t turn around. I close my eyes, feeling like prey, waiting for him to get closer. He doesn’t speak. A shiver runs through me, anticipation crawling over my skin.
Should I turn?
A warm hand brushes my hair aside. Soft lips press against my neck. Then his tongue drags over my skin.
My eyes stay closed.
“Open your eyes, Elena.”
“Aleksandr.”
I don’t know if this is a good thing or not. I know his reputation—he’s a player. He has a girlfriend, a Russian model. She’s gorgeous. Probably at home waiting for him.
What would Sergey think if I did anything with his twin?
Why am I even thinking about this?
“There is only one difference between Sergey and me. Do you want to know what it is?”
I smile and nod, my eyes still shut. I feel his breath against my face as he leans closer.
“Sergey… he makes love.” He laughs, low and sharp, sending a chill down my spine. “I fuck.”
Fire spreads across my skin at his words. My body tightens, nipples hardening, my pussy already wet.
“Let’s do this,” he says softly. “I am going to kiss you. If one kiss doesn’t make you dripping wet, we can sit here and chit-chat.” His fingers slide slowly up my arm. “But if I touch you and you’re already dripping…” He licks across my face. “I am going to fuck you until you forget his name.”
I inhale sharply, my whole body tense.
Should I tell him I’m already wet from his words alone?
My lips part. He laughs again.
“You are so fucking wet already… aren’t you? You little slut.”
The fuck did he just call me?
Before I can react, his hand grips my neck, pulling me toward him. His lips crash into mine, tongue forcing its way in, biting. My lips, my tongue, my face, my neck—he devours everything. His hand moves between my legs, cupping me.
My heart pounds so loud I can hear it in my head.
Breathing disappears.
Alek pulls back. My eyes flutter open, my body leaning toward him.
He laughs again, then reaches down, grabbing himself.
“Do you want it?”
I nod—helpless, needy.
He grips my chin hard, enough to hurt. “Say it. Say, I want your cock, Aleksandr. Say it, Elena.”
“I… I want your cock, Aleksandr.”
His grin widens. “I love the way my name sounds rolling off your tongue.”
He lifts me and slams me onto the bed so hard my vision flashes. Before I can recover, he is over me, ripping the thong off, tearing it apart.
I am still trying to catch my breath as he looks down at me.
Alek leans in and bites me—hard—dragging his teeth from my legs up to my tits, leaving marks everywhere. The pain shoots through me, lighting my body up with heat.
He snaps the garter straps, the elastic biting into my skin.
His boxers drop. His cock springs free, already slick with pre-cum.
I lick my lips, watching him roll the condom on.
“Fuck me raw, you pussy,” I say, pushing him, wanting to see how far he’ll go.
His expression darkens instantly.
His hand comes up and cracks across my face. Hard.
My head snaps to the side. My jaw aches. I taste blood.
I turn back to him and smile.
He smiles back—and then slams into me.
His hand clamps around my throat, squeezing. My breath cuts off as he drives into me, hard and relentless.
“Harder!” I manage to choke out.
Another slap—this time the other side. More blood. The sting spreads through me, turning into heat.
He grows harder inside me.
Alek grabs my hair, yanking it back as he pounds into me. I arch up toward him, his hand gripping my hips, lifting me to meet every thrust.
The pressure builds fast—too fast.
I am going to explode.
Every cell in my body burns, tight and overwhelming.
He doesn’t slow down as I break apart, my body convulsing, squirting all over him.
“Fuck, it hurts so good!” I scream.
“Fuck, your little cunt is tight!” he grunts, losing control as he comes.
He pulls me into his lap, sliding back inside me immediately.
“Bounce,” he orders, slapping my ass.
I move without thinking, riding him as my body trembles. One hand grips my ass, the other wraps around my throat again.
He forces me back, biting my tits, pulling at my nipples until they sting sharp, almost bleeding.
I try to slow down, to catch my breath—but he won’t let me.
His hands lock on my hips, grinding me down onto him, fingers digging into my skin, leaving marks.
He grunts.
I scream again.
My voice echoes through the attic. Sweat covers my body despite the cold air pouring through the open window, the curtains shifting around us.
Alek wraps an arm around my back, pulling me close, my chest pressed against his.
“What is my brother’s name?”
The question barely registers.
What?
My mind is blank.
His hand slides over my ass as I grind against him again. I am right there again, about to lose control.
His fingers press at my ass, pushing, moving.
He is hitting everything.
His teeth sink into my neck. His cock swells inside me.
“What is my brother’s name?” he repeats.
But I still can’t answer.