Four or Dead by G O A

Four or Dead

I grip the sheet with my hands and force myself to relax. Reyes takes his time, putting the plug inside me. It feels uncomfortable, and I want it out, but it does not hurt as I thought it would

"Good girl," he praises me

While I don't like being called a good girl, the idea that I am doing something that pleases Reyes makes me feel good. I think being neglected by my father has fucked up my mind

"T am not into praising kinks," I comment

Or maybe I am? He makes me turn on my back. "Then what are you into?"

He really spends a lot of time thinking about sex. Doesn't he have a hobby or something like that? My eyes go to the knives-maybe he has one, but it is not a healthy one

"Fruits," I blurt the first thing that comes to mind

"Hmm, sitophilia. I think I can arrange something." I blink. I never heard of sitophilia before. "What?"

He kisses my jaw. "Talking about fruits made me hungry."

"Food sounds great. I am starving."

He takes a quick glance at his phone. "Dinner will be served soon. I wonder what we can do until then?"

"Read a book; watch a movie; let me put some clothes on," I suggest

"T have something in mind."

He grabs my thighs, forcing my legs open, and buries his face between them. He kisses and licks my pussy, before going for the clitNôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

I try to push him away, when I realize that maybe he will finally have sex with me, so I stop

When his tongue circles my clit, I moan, "More." I try to pull him on top of me, but he only growls his annoyance

"Please," I beg. "I want you."

His hand goes under him, and the sound of flesh over flesh starts a moment later

The door opens, and Alekos and Stefan enter

"Reyes," I hiss, but he keeps licking my clit

I try to wiggle away from him, but his hands on my hips keep me in place

Alekos chuckles. "Looks like someone is having a lot of fun."

I lean on my elbows and look at them. The expression on their faces, and the bulges in their pants, let me know they love what they're

seeing

Reyes finally stops licking me and looks at his blood-brothers

"T should have guessed you are voyeurs," I mutter

"What can I say? I am a kinky bastard," Alekos smirks

And he is not the only one

Reyes pats my leg. "Our girl here is into sitophilia."

Stefan narrows his eyes. "What is that?"

"She is aroused by fruits," Reyes replies before getting out of bed

How did he come up with that?

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I don't see the point in correcting him, so I let them believe what they want. Reyes disappears inside his closet

I stand. "May I get some clothes?"

"If you are cold, I will adjust the temperature, but you won't cover your body, while we are here," Alekos replies. "Besides, I want to see your flat chest all the time."

I might not have big boobs, but I am not flat-chested, either. It is not the first time Alekos has said something like this. He is the reason I hate my body. "Whatever. I am hungry."

Stefan comes to me and gives my shoulder a light squeeze. "We shouldn't let our Schatzi starve."

I might not speak fluently in other languages -just English and Spanish since my father's side of the family is from Mexico- but I do know some words in other languages. Schatzi, in German, means treasure. I wish he would mean it, but I know better

Many of those living in Veross City are immigrants from other countries, or their families came to live here generations ago. Identity, traditions, and languages are important, so they are kept and passed down from father to son

Reyes yells from inside his closet. "Let Giselle know we are having

dinner in our private living room."

'Private living room' sounds good to me, as I don't want to be seen naked by the entire staff

Stefan takes out his phone from his pocket. "On it," he says, before

stepping outside the room

Reyes returns to the room, dressed in a t-shirt and a pair of jeans and stops in front of me. "As much as I want you naked, I don't want anyone to ogle at you. Not even Giselle."

I suppose Giselle is someone that works for Alekos

"Fine. But as soon as dinner is over, clothes are gone," Alekos gives in

Taking my hand in his, Reyes takes me to his walk-in closet. I am impressed. It is almost as big as his room. A round cushioned ottoman sits in the middle of the floor. The many clothes he has are arranged by color and category-which does not surprise me. Maybe he has OCD

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Apart from a ton of clothes-when does he have time to wear everything has me puzzled he has a big collection of shoes and watches. And knives. How many does he have?

What really catches my attention is an electric guitar hanging from the wall, above his many knives. It resembles the one he has tattooed on his left side

I go near it and reach my hand, but he grabs my wrist. "Except for me, no one can touch that," he snarls

Possessive much? Maybe it belonged to that mysterious 'A' person

"Tf I can't touch it, could you perhaps play it for me?" I wonder

He grabs a t-shirt from a hanger. "Lift up your arms."

The t-shirt is long enough to cover not only my ass but my thighs as well, the hem of it falling above my knees

"The guitar is very special to me, and I won't play it for anyone. Not

even for you," he says, before taking me to the living room

Of course, he won't. But I am sure he would play it for 'A'

Stefan and Alekos are sitting on a five-seater leather lounger sofa, surfing the TV. A round coffee table is in front of the sofa, with two glasses of whiskey on top. A Persian rug covers almost the entire wooden floor. Was it custom made?

The exterior walls are made of opaque glass bricks, and two sliding doors lead to a big balcony

Left of the sofa is a minibar. Reyes goes to it. "What do you prefer, Nena?" he asks, as he puts two glasses on the counter

"Vodka," I reply, as I step onto the balcony

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