We both collapse forward, completely wrung out. I hate that I can’t remain inside of him for hours, for the rest of the night. I roll off of him, but watch where my cum is slowly leaking out of his hole. I scoop it up and copy what Beck loves to do to me, gathering my release and pushing two fingers back inside of him, remaining there in a comfortable silence as I rest my head on his perfect ass like it’s my pillow.
Eventually, Beck breaks the silence. “That really was so hot, baby.” He’s mumbling, like he’s already half asleep. “You did such a great job fucking me, filling my hole with your cum, and marking me as yours from the inside out.”
I feel like I could float away with how light his sleepy praise makes me feel. I push myself up, crawling to place a kiss on the back of his neck before finally standing, intending to get wipes to clean him up. Beck grabs my wrist as I turn, stopping me from leaving, and pulls me back to him. His eyes are closed, but his lips are pursed, and I laugh before bending down for a soft kiss.
I still can’t believe that just happened. He lets me go, his hand falling away slowly like maybe he’s already asleep. I get us both cleaned up before snuggling in, bringing the blanket over us both. I’m way too hyped after that to sleep, still I force myself to try. Beck wasn’t kidding about how little rest we get around here.
I’m so glad that even in the midst of so much negativity and all of the problems we’ve been uncovering about Kyla, Beck and I have still been able to find these moments together.
I’m so in love with him and I’m so grateful that I get to call him mine.
CHAPTERTWENTY-SEVEN
Beckett
It’s been almost three weeks of pretending like I’m super invested in this stupid company and this fake ass city with its annoying people.
Cody keeps reminding me we’re all victims and to focus my hatred on Viktor, not the members, but it’s hard not to let my frustration bleed into some of the people around him.
At least the fake frozen yogurt machine worked. Two weeks after Cody sent the initial transfer to his new account, I sent another ten grand for him to transfer back into the Village Bank.
Cody was concerned that transferring money like this might get us in trouble somehow, but technically, all he’s doing is transferring his own money between accounts he owns. And I’m just his supportive boyfriend. It isn’t illegal for me to send him money, I didn’t even send enough to be taxed. I think my sweet man just doesn’t like having to lie about everything.
I was more worried that Viktor would rightfully question how many people want to make their own frozen yogurt, but all he seemed to care about were the profits. He even suggested Cody make a more significant investment next time. By now, Cody has successfully moved $300,000 out of his Village Bank account. He said he has a lot more money in there, but that would be plenty for him to fall back on if needed.
We’ve been able to upload a ton of stuff to the shared cloud, and Jordan even found a few ex-Linna residents and other people who have left Kyla. At first, they were very hesitant to talk to him, but after I offered to pay them a lot of money for their exclusive interviews, a few of them agreed to share their experiences if they could remain anonymous.
So far, they’ve had really sad stories similar to what Cody and I suspected. They’ve described how their lives fell apart after losing everything to the classes, isolating themselves from friends and family, and feeling trapped by the very community that promised to save them.
The most shocking claim came from a woman who left Linna last year. She claimed Viktor is obsessed with passing on his “superior DNA” and that he grooms women into sleeping with him and carrying his children. She estimated that a large percentage of the children in Linna could be biologically his.
She even quoted Viktor’s teachings to husbands of these women in “enlightened relationships”. Saying that, “Children are our community’s future, and it takes a village for any one individual to succeed. So, it shouldn’t matter who the biological father of a child is because you are actively choosing to shape the future and better your community with every moment you spend with any child.”
She also said that Viktor requires all women to track their cycles in the fitness app they all use, and he specifically requests that his “chosen ones” support his so-called enlightenment during their most fertile days.What a load of manipulative, predatory bullshit.
I’m so fucking over spending time with this creep, and I know my friendly act is starting to slip. Viktor requested a meeting with just me this afternoon, and I have a feeling this could be my last day here.
“Good luck, babe. You’ll be great,” Cody says as I give him a quick kiss on the top of his head before leaving for Viktor’s office.
I knock on the door when I get there, noticing an intense keypad that is certainly not on Cody’s. I hear the lock click as it opens, and he calls for me to enter.
“Hello, Beckett. Come in and have a seat.” Viktor sounds friendly enough, so maybe this won’t be a complete shit show. I sit down in one of the chairs across from him at his desk and wait for him to continue.
“Beckett, having you here has been a unique situation for our company,” he starts, folding his hands on his desk in his signature mountain pose as he holds eye contact. “We’ve had visitors here at our headquarters, of course, but most of them stay a few days and then are on their way. So to have you here for such an extended amount of time has been a… delicate situation,” he says carefully, his tone still conversational, but each word is measured. “Obviously, you’ve shown interest in our company, what we stand for and believe in,” he continues, and I try hard not to have any sort of negative facial response to that bullshit statement.
“It’s nothing personal, but I worry about havinganyonebe so privy to our interworkings for such an extended time without any assurances that they won’t take that information and try to use it against us somehow. Perhaps sell it to competitors, or use it for themselves in some other way,” he explains apologetically. “Beckett, it’s time for you to either prove your loyalty as a member of Kyla or leave Linna.”
Looks like it’s my turn to provide collateral.
I’ve been expecting this, so I’ve had some time to decide how I want to play it. At first, I thought I could just feed him a bullshit secret and keep playing nice, but the longer I’ve been here, the more my focus has been shifting to getting back Cody’s collateral. I want us to be able to leave without making him feel like he’s hurting his family if Viktor uses it against him.
“Oh, I think I know what you’re talking about,” I agree confidently, working to make myself appear at ease. “Like with Cody’s brother,” I add casually. “You want me to tell you a secret to prove that you can trust me, that I won’t hurt the company, right?”
“You know about his brother?” Viktor questions, looking genuinely surprised. “I was under the impression that I was the only person he’d ever disclosed that information to.”
Viktor doesn’t look happy that I know, so I push it further. “Oh yeah,” I say offhandedly, leaning back in my chair, stretching an arm over the back and spreading my legs like I’m super relaxed. “After he met my brothers in Chicago, it got him thinking about his own. We were actually just talking about him reaching out to his brother this weekend,” I throw in.
Viktor looks kind of pissed about it, but then takes a deep breath and forces a more relaxed expression like he’s trying to remind himself to stay focused. “Well, that’s good,” he finally responds. “I guess you already understand the process, then. Have you decided what information you’ll be sharing with me to prove your loyalty?” he asks expectantly, with an edge of excitement.
