“I’m sorry. I am not sure what your boss has said to you. I am sure this all seems bizarre. But trust me, he will not want to see us when he gets back. So, thank you for making her something to eat. I will be back in a few minutes.”
“But..” she says. I don’t stop to hear the rest of her objection. The longer it takes for me to leave here, the less I want to leave, and I refuse to allow myself to hope for something that would never be. I have to be strong for that beautiful little girl in there. She needs me to show her how to be brave.
Looking around the bedroom I shared with Vik one last time, burning that night into a place in my mind and heart that will allow me to look at it fondly without hurting, I grab the bags and walk towards the door. Its time. I am about to turn to close the door and then I smell him. Every hair on my body prickles. Goosebumps spread all over my body as I shake. I make it to the hallway outside of the door and see him coming up the stairs. Crap. Was he this huge last night? I swallow, trying to fortify myself, but all of that flies out the window when he wraps his hand around my throat. “Going somewhere, little Angel?” he asks as he pushes me back into the room and pins me against the wall.
“Y-yes. My t-time is up.” I breathe out as his nose runs up my neck. I fight like hell not to let my eyes roll to the back of my head.
“Says who?”
“The contract.” he rubs against me and I can feel every inch of him, taunting me with memories and promises.
“That fucking contract means nothing to me, little one. Did you not hear everything I said to you last night? I own you, now, little girl. You belong to me. You and that sweet little pussy of yours. You are mine now, Kotenok.” his tongue traces the path his lips take, and I moan as every nerve ending catches fire. “Do you think you can leave me with my daughter in your womb? Like a thief in the night stealing a piece of me and my heart? Is that what you thought?” fuck. His words have more of an impact now, in the daylight than they did last night. Baby? Womb? Owned? Possession? All of those words should alarm me, but they do the opposite. They light me up. I grab his shirt as my mouth seeks his, asking him to be telling the truth. Begging him to make me believe him.
“Vik.” I say between the tongue tango.
“It’s ok, little Angel. Don’t worry. I will breed you until you believe me.” Oh shit. I am in so much trouble.
10
Viktor
Waking up this morning, I had two things on my mind. The first was of sticking my dick back inside her bruised pussy and making sure she doesn’t forget what we feel like as one. I want that to be the first thing she thinks of when she wakes in the morning and the last thing she thinks of before she goes to bed. I fought myself for an hour before the good part of me decided to let her rest. She is going to need it.
Instead, I got out of bed, worked out and met my brother in our headquarters to announce the change in leadership. I always thought I would have some feelings about walking away from an empire I built, even with my ambivalence toward it. Perhaps that would have been true if it weren’t for the best reason in the world lying in our bed naked. I find now, I can’t walk away fast enough.
Once the announcement was made, I stood there beside Lenin as he took his place in the chair that used to be mine and listened as he gave the new directives, thanked me for bringing us to where we were and wishing me luck. After shaking hands with the men who had guarded me, fought beside me and placed their lives on the line, all in the name of Omerta, I hugged my brother and I walked out.
I had a moment’s hesitation. Not wondering if I were doing the right thing, but in making sure there was no one that would come after me. No one leaves an organization like this and lives to talk about it. Well, no one but me. I have spent the last almost eighteen years making sure we were the superpower here, so, there is no one but US!
The car ride was freeing. I was finally free to do what I wanted to do and not what I needed to do. All I could think of was getting to my woman. So, imagine my ire when I get home and she is not in the bed. I looked in on Katya and found her gone as well. I figured they had gone for breakfast downstairs. Walking into the kitchen, I see the little princess eating, but no sign of my Angel.