God, I hated that he looked just like me. Made me want to take a knife to my face.
“Savastyan.” My brother Grigory, appeared behind me, his breath drenched with liquor.
“You with anyone tonight?” I asked, pouring another drink at the bar behind the pool table.
“There’s this new girl,” he said, dipping his head to the far corner.
I turned and surveyed the leggy brunette draped over the corner of the couch. My father’s enforcer, Roman, sat beside her, his hand up her skirt, the muscles in forearm working as he fucked her with his fingers. She had her full lower lip caught between her teeth.
“Is she spoken for?” I asked.
“Roman said I can have her when he’s done. He made a bet he can make her come with one finger and a thumb,” Grigory said, his eyes lingering on her. “I’ll bet you money she’s going to fake it.”
I lifted the glass to my lips and let the vodka burn down my throat, watching the blatant display in front of me. Roman hammered his fingers up and the woman’s face contorted as her hips trembled. She kept her eyes open, facing away from him, as she made a series of exaggerated moans. Roman pulled his hand free with a look of triumph on his face and one of the other men tossed him a roll of bills.
“She faked it,” I said softly.
Grigory’s mouth twitched. “I think we can do better.”
It took the rest of the glass of vodka and five shots of whiskey to get me drunk enough to take him up on his challenge. The world spun in a warm, comfortable haze as I watched my brother strip the woman naked and lay her out on the table. She had a fucking beautiful body, all lean with pretty, fake tits. I traced over her nipples absently and she looked up at me with large, apprehensive eyes.
There was something about fucking prostitutes that never sat right with me, despite how often I did it. It shouldn’t bother me the way it did. All of the men, married or not, used prostitutes on a daily basis. Hell, I used them a few times a week at least because it was easier than going out and putting in an effort to get some pussy.
But I always had to get drunk to do it and even then I couldn’t get it up unless I was hitting it from the back.
The room spun and one of the men called out something I couldn’t hear, but I laughed along with everyone else. The back of my shirt was soaked and I unbuttoned it below the collar, rolling up my sleeves to the elbows. The girl arced her back on the table, presenting her pussy to Grigory and her tits to me.
“You got any coke?” I asked, trailing my fingertips up her throat.
Grigory produced a bag from somewhere and tapped it out in a trail down her lower belly to the mound above her pussy. He emptied the rest in a line between her breasts. The men around us roared with laughter as I sat down my drink and put my hands behind my back.
Her nipples contracted as I snorted the fine powder from her tits. Further down, Grigory had licked up the white line from her lower belly and he was enthusiastically eating her pussy. She squirmed and whimpered, this time making sounds of genuine pleasure as we worked her from both sides.
She arced and I drew back, trailing my finger up her throat. Her lips parted and I slid my fingers, dusty with cocaine, into her mouth. Her eyes rolled back in pleasure as she sucked on my fingers, her body trembling.
“You finish her,” Grigory said, straightening, his face flushed and split in a smile.
We shared women all the time so it wasn’t an unusual request. I leaned over and took her by the leg, swiveling her until she was spread out in front of me. She glistened as I bent over her pussy, the men shouting encouragement around me, and sucked her clit into my mouth.
Her hands came up and tangled in my hair, her slender thighs clamping around my head. Grigory laughed, trailing the remnants of his drink over her breasts. He took her wrists and pinned them down, baring her tits and bending over to lick the vodka from her skin. She cried out as he worked her nipple with his teeth and her pussy contracted beneath my tongue.
This time when she came, she came hard. Her hips bucked and her mouth moved soundlessly, her pussy throbbing against my mouth. I let her finish before I straightened, wiping my face with my palm.
There was someone looking at me from across the room with an expression of faint disgust. My gaze fell on a pair of dark blue eyes and my body froze as the world around me went quiet. The roaring of laughter faded into the distance and the room spun as I stared at the woman gazing back at me.
Her head of dark curls just brushed her shoulders and she had bright blue eyes and light skin with a dusting of freckles. Her curvy figure caught my eye, the front of her skimpy slip pulled down to reveal one full, heavy breast. She sat on my father’s lap, his grip on her slender throat and her waist, holding her back against his chest. His touch was possessive and for some reason, it made my blood boil.
Her eyes met mine and the air crackled, heavy with tension between us. She was beautiful with an aura of fresh sweetness, like the cold melting from the mountains in spring. Like the first flowers that pushed up through the moss. I clenched my fists as I slowly became sure of one thing. I needed this woman. Not just her body, but everything she was.
My father’s eyes narrowed as he watched us and he gave a heavy scowl, shifting the girl in his lap. I shook myself out of my daze, pretending not to look at her as I went to the bar with Grigory to get another drink. But out of the corner of my eye, I saw my father shift her in his lap, his hand working between them. God, he disgusted me, although I wasn’t sure why. I had done my fair share of public fucking.
Then she winced, biting her lip as he pressed her down into his lap, her skirt bunched around her waist. Grigory noticed the look on my face and he turned to look, confusion in his eyes. It wasn’t unusual for our father to fuck women at parties, any more than it was for Grigory and I to do what we’d just done.
She kept her eyes on me as he fucked her and I watched in utter horror, unable to look away. Her fingers dug into his forearm and her hair fell around her pale face as she bit her lip hard enough to draw blood.
My father shoved her forward as he closed his pants. The room had barely noticed he was fucking her because everyone else was too drunk or high to notice. But I had and now my heart thundered with quiet rage.
My father joined us at the bar, pouring three shots of vodka. “Drink?” he said, pushing one to me and one to Grigory. Jaw tense, I downed mine and sat it aside. Grigory looked at me over the rim of his glass, his forehead creased.