Nikolai
Alyssa is sprawled out on the bed, trembling like a f*****g leaf. I want to help her, give her the relief she so desperately needs, but I already know King won't let me. He's going to drag this out for as long as he can—because she needs it. He wants her desperate, pliant, and begging.
I crawl between her legs, claiming her lips with a desperate kiss. "You're such a mess, sweet girl," I murmur, my voice a low rasp as I slip a finger through her wetness. "Look at how much your p***y is weeping for us."
I shift my hips, sliding my c**k between her slick folds, teasing both her and myself. Each time I pull back, the ridge of my head catches on her c**t, making her moan louder, needier.
"Niko, please," she whispers, her voice breaking. "Please make me come."
Fuck. My whole body
