Page 101 of Deviant Need

I assumed we’d have to convince them, talk them into it, make our case. But they want him gone as much as I do. Alexei I understand—Father’s been cruel to him for years, especially after he found out about Kelly. But Yulian? He’s hiding something.

Whatever. I’m not going to second-guess it when we all want the same thing. Father first. Then I’ll get answers about whatever he’s hiding.

“We need a real plan,” I say, leaning forward. “Something solid. Something that doesn’t leave a trail back to us. He’s always surrounded by his guards, and we need to figure out how to get them away from him first. If even one of them sees something, we’re dead.”

“Da, we can plan something,” Alexei says, rubbing his jaw thoughtfully. “This is personal for me. He needs to pay for what he’s done.”

“Agreed,” Yulian says. “I’m in. Whatever it takes.”

I glance over at Daniil, and he’s staring at the table, but I can see the relief in his eyes. His hand squeezes my leg again under the table, harder this time.

“So we’re doing this,” I say, looking around at all of them. “We’re actually killing him.”

“Yes,” Alexei says without hesitation. “We are.”

“Okay, so how do we do this?”

“I can put together the plans and get them to all of you. I’ll talk to Lev, he wants this too,” Yulian says, leaning back in his chair.

“How would you manage that?”

He grins. “I have my resources. It’ll be good, don’t worry about it.”

I wave him off. “Fine, but texting isn’t safe. He probably has all of us under surveillance already.”

Daniil looks at me and pokes my arm, so I speak up for him. “We’ve got a program we can all use. Encrypted messaging, can’t be traced.”

Alexei hums, considering it, then finally nods. “I need to make a call.” He pushes back from the table and walks off toward the corner of the room, already pulling out his phone. Yulian shrugs and does the same, heading to the window while he waits for whoever he’s calling to pick up, and he waves toward the door, asking us to leave.

I pull Daniil by the arm into my office.

The moment we get in there, he shoves me up against the wall and goes for my pants, fingers already working my zipper.

“Fuck, you little psycho, they’re still in the next room. I can hear them through the wall.”

He rolls his eyes and works my pants open. My cock swells fast, and he looks up at me with those hazel eyes, dark and hungry and demanding, and I lose it. I’m about to go for the door to lock it, but he catches my wrist, stopping me.

“Leave it.”

He’s insane. Shoving my pants down, I spin him around, pushing him roughly up against the wall. I drag his pants down, and he kicks them off completely. My hands grip his ass hard, spreading him open.

Leaning in, I bite into his earlobe, and he gasps. “You like knowing our brothers are on the other side of that wall, don’t you? That they’re right there, completely unaware of what I’m about to do to you. Does that get you off, Danya? How close they are while you’re going to be taking my cock?”

“Yes,” he moans, arching his back and pushing his ass out. “Please, Misha, I need you inside me.”

“You’re going to stay quiet the whole time. Understand?” I say, rolling my hips so he feels exactly how hard I am.

Yulian’s and Alexei’s voices echo on the other side of the wall, and my cock pulses hard.

“I promise,” he whines, spreading his legs wider, presenting himself.

Leaning down, I pull the packet of lube from my pants pocket while his hands brace against the wall, ass pushed out and breathing hard.

“Don’t prep me too much,” he says, looking back at me over his shoulder, pupils blown wide. “I like feeling you force your way in.”

My brain short-circuits for a second. I rip the lube packet open with my teeth and squeeze it onto my fingers. “You want it to hurt so good you feel me for days?”

“Yes, fuck, please.”