Free The Dark Duet by Kasonndra Leigh

doesn’t answer. Instead, he closes his eyes a short moment, lifts up to a standing position in one gracefully swift move, turns and walks out the door, leaving me sitting in the dark, alone and wondering if there’s anyone in this crazy world who could love someone like me.
    “What the hell ever, Belikov!” I yell at the door, my bottom lip trembling from the rush of anger I’m experiencing. Tomorrow I’ll focus on what’s most important from now on: my training and ultimately, understanding the dreams that keep on screwing with my sleep. There has to be more to this life than the extreme sense of nothing that fills me every day.

    ~Nikolai~
    The Extasia’s pole dancers make a pornographic movie appear to be tame. When everything else in life disappoints me, I can always count on one of Milan’s seedy, underground swinger’s clubs to provide a sordid and satisfying orgy. I have chosen a blonde and a redhead, anything besides brunette since I cannot seem to retain control of my common sense around the dark-haired lovelies in my life.
    We enter a private room at the end of a long hallway inside of the club, a posh room that contains a bed large enough to hold no less than four or five people. Black marble floors are covered in various sizes of white flokati rugs. Gray walls contain pictures of naked lovers entwined together, their expressions lost in the pleasures of the lust they’re experiencing no doubt, the complete opposite of the way I’m feeling as I allow these two women to explore my body.
    Lying back on the bed, I lose myself in the way the older dancer, the blonde, both kisses and nibbles along my upper body. Meanwhile, her partner unbuttons my trousers, releases my cock, and goes down on me with respectable skill ... something that should be setting me on fire. Instead, it only serves to heighten the one thing I have been trying to get out of my mind ever since I left the theatre.
    I close my eyes and see her face. Alese.
    Damn her!
    Why is she always there, waiting?
    “I want you, Nikolai,” she had said.
    The women open my shirt and run a trail of kisses across my chest and down my abdomen. When the blonde wraps her lips around my cock, the pressure building inside of it sends my body into a place that exists between being conscious and subconscious as I lose myself in the sensations coursing through my body. But damn if I cannot stop envisioning her face: those hazel eyes with enough sadness to soften even the hardest heart, those lips that are so completely kissable. Inside my mind, Alese’s heart-shaped lips are the ones caressing me with warmth as they wrap around my shaft. Unfortunately, reality, the sneaky bastard, steals my joy. Every. Single. Time.
    My eyes flutter open and focus on a blonde head moving up and down on me, her light tresses completely opposite of the brunette-colored ones I just imagined. A pair of blue eyes glance into mine, giving me her best seductive look as she works my cock. I exhale and glance away, softening even though her skilled tongue works me in such a way that should cause me to explode.
    Her partner, the redhead, attempts to kiss me, and something inside of me snaps. An intense feeling of guilt stabs me in the chest. I grab her wrists harder than I mean to do.
    “Ouch, baby,” the redhead purrs, wincing at the same time. “Let little Ava help you feel better.”
    “Those are off limits,” I gasp, shifting my hips in such a way that her partner is forced to lift her head off my cock, which has already gone soft. Rising up off the bed, I move to the edge and prop my hands over on my knees, closing my eyes and purging the vision of Alese strapped to the experimentation table in Rudolph’s lab from my mind.
    “Come back to me, handsome,” the blonde purrs, running her hand down my abdomen, around my back, and across my ass. “I can ease whatever’s going on in that sexy head of yours.” The two women giggle. I open my eyes and focus on the blonde, moving