Shattered Innocence

Tempestuous Desires

Grinning, I let Ivan chase me to the main house. Nikolay catches me halfway, slinging me over his shoulder as he strides into the kitchen. Laughing harder, I smack his ass, and he does the same to me. "Oh, hi, Bert," I hear him say. Mortification fills me as I lift myself to peer over at Bert, who is just smiling like this is a normal occurrence.

"Is anyone hungry?" he asks us.

"Starving," Ivan replies, smirking over at me. The desire I see in his eyes makes me shiver where I'm perched on Nikolay, who spanks me again.

"I could always eat, especially something sweet," Nikolay teases, but Bert is oblivious. "I could make a fruit cocktail for you." He looks around seriously.

"Five minutes."

"Add peach if you have it," Ivan replies, licking his lips as he moves closer to me. Okay. I slide from Nikolay's back before they can cause me to self-destruct, and with withering glances at them both, I hurry away. But I can't help but smile when I hear them bantering and laughing with each other.

I soon sober up, though, as I move upstairs, heading to the shower, knowing I have leaves and dirt in my hair and clothes. At the top of the staircase, I hesitate and move to Lily's bedroom door, peeking inside. I need to check that she's still here and that she's okay. She's hunched over on her bed, with folders and documents spread out in an order only she'll be able to understand. Her hair is pulled back in a clip, and her face is bare and locked in concentration.

For a moment, I don't see her now, but as she was when she was a kid. She would focus so hard on her homework to be the best and to understand as much as she could, always hungry for knowledge. Briefly, she's not Lily, the grown woman, but Lilith, the little girl I ached to protect from ever seeing the evil in this world. Slowly, I shut the door and move away. After calling down to make sure Mikhail will send her some food and drink, I force myself into the bathroom. She's not a little girl anymore, and she doesn't need me there making sure she sleeps and eats. She needs me to trust her, and after I demanded that she trust me, I can offer her that much... right?

Once in the bathroom, I quickly strip and put my clothes in the basket. Turning on the shower, I wait for it to warm up as I look at myself in the mirror. There are leaves and twigs in my hair, my cheeks are flushed, and my eyes are bright. I look happy. I look healthy. If my dear old dad could see me now... With a self-deprecating snort, I hop into the shower, cranking the heat up to the point where it almost burns off my skin, and only then do I sigh, my eyes sliding closed as I just relax under the punishing spray.

My head is tilted back, and water sluices over my tired and aching muscles, and that's when I feel it. I jump and try to spin, but hands grab mine before I can attack the intruder, and they are slammed to the wet tile of the bathroom wall. I kick out, but a warm, hard naked leg wraps around mine, trapping me, and I freeze. Warm breath blows across my neck as the water continues to pound down on me, almost obscuring my vision as I blink away the water droplets. It's one of the guys, I know that, so I relax a little more.

The force of his groan shakes my body as he presses against my back, letting me feel every hard inch of his body, including a massive erection prodding my backside. I almost smirk, having my suspicions on who it is, but I play along, letting him lead this time. Curling his hands in mine, he drops his head, his tongue darting out to lap at the water on my neck before he licks up to my ear. "Now, where were we, baby?" I shiver at his words. Yuri.

"Well, by the feel of your cock, you were hoping to bend me over and have your way with me, I'm guessing," I tease, pushing my backside to rub against him. I shouldn't. I just had an intimate encounter with Ivan while Nikolay watched, but there's a wildness in Yuri that I crave. While Ivan softens me and Nikolay encourages me, Yuri frees me, meets me head-on, and I find myself licking my lips in anticipation. A fierce hunger rushes through me so suddenly, stealing my words.