Chapter 11
Chapter Eleven
Katya
Ican tell that Alek is confused about what to do but I can’t help him. I can only help myself and right now, what I need is to stay here, in this bunker, where I’ll be safe.
“Katya,” he says in his stern voice. “We are leaving this place right now.”
“No,” I whisper into the pillow. “I can’t leave. It’s not safe out there.”
“You were brought here by a man who wanted to hurt you. It’s not safe here.”
“Yes it is. It’s a small room. It’s where I’ve always been safe.”
He touches my arm with a gentleness that I never thought possible for a man like him.
“Katya. Please. We have to leave. I’ll throw you over my shoulder if I have to.
But I want you to make the choice to leave.
I want you to leave your old room behind.
Leave behind your past that’s haunting you. It’s not doing you any good.”
“And you care?” I snap. “You kidnaped me. You’re the one giving me confusing feelings.”
“How so?”
“I hate you for taking me from my home and yet…”
“You let me touch you between your legs.”
I squeeze my eyes shut, remembering the pleasure he showed me. “Yes.”
“It’s ok, Katya. Give in to me.”
“You want to hurt my brother. That’s the only reason.”
“I do want to hurt your brother. I won’t deny it. But I also want you.”
“Who would even want me?” I ask. “I have nothing to offer. No experience. Nothing.”
“I like that you don’t have any. I can give you all your firsts. I want to be the one to do that. I’m a jealous man. I like knowing that I don’t have to share you with anyone else.”
“So, you like me for the fact that I’m like a little girl.”
He sighs and sits down on the bed and to my surprise, pulls me into his arms. “You’re not a little girl and I can prove it to you. But first, we need to leave this room. If you won’t get up, then I’m going to throw you over my shoulder. What will it be?”
I find myself clinging to Alek. I did it after I killed Jack and I’m doing it now. There’s something surprisingly comforting about Alek despite what he’s done to me.
“I can’t leave,” I whisper. I need him to make the decision for me.
With a sigh, Alek stands up and in one smooth motion, throws me over his shoulder like I weigh nothing and carries me out of the bunker. My panic eases slightly. He’ll take care of this. Take care of me.
“What about Rocko?” I ask.
“I took care of him.”
A cold shiver runs over me. I know what he means by that. I’ve seen him take care of men before.
Alek doesn’t say a word to me as we drive back home. I can’t tell if he’s angry with me or the situation.
When we return home, he brings me straight to our bedroom. “Did you choose to leave with Rocko?”
“No.”
He raises one eyebrow, which is an intimidating sight, but it only serves to make him more handsome. “No? You didn’t want to leave me?”
I hesitate because, well, a part of me did want to leave Alek. I considered it.
“Let me remind you who you belong to now,” he says, grabbing my waist. I gasp from the contact. His hands are so powerful and strong.
He throws me onto the bed and pulls my body down so my hips are on the edge.
There’s a dark intensity in his eyes as he pushes my dress up and rips my underwear straight down.
I can’t move. I want to see what’s going to happen.
There is a slight fear inside me though.
Alek is pure darkness. I’m still not fully sure what he’s completely capable of but I know he’s capable of a lot of bad things.
He spreads my legs wide and takes a moment to look down at me. My dress is partially covering the view of him, which helps me. By not being able to see him completely, I can relax into this moment.
Because I want this moment. I like how Alek looks at me with desire, even though I know I shouldn’t feel this way. I like that he wants me this way.
“I’ve wanted to see what your cute little pussy looks like since I first laid eyes on you,” he murmurs. It makes a flash of arousal run through me and I can feel my wetness seeping out of me and coating my inner thighs.
He grabs each of my thighs and runs his thumbs over them, drawing circles.
“What are you going to do?” I whisper.
“I’m going to taste you. Prove to you that you’re not a little girl anymore. That you’re a woman. That you’re my woman.”
A heat spreads through me. I know I shouldn’t feel this way and yet, I can’t help myself.
Alek kneels down on to the floor. I can’t see him any longer but I can feel his lips brush against my inner thigh. I tremble and hold still.
I’ve read about this in books. I know what can happen. But it’s completely different reading about it versus having someone do it to me, especially a man as powerful as Alek is.
He kisses my inner thigh. “I’ll shave you another time. Right now, I just need to know what you taste like.”
And before I can even react, he brings his lips straight to my sensitive nub. I cry out, either from shock or from pleasure, I’m not sure which. Alek runs his lips and tongue over my bud with expert precision. It’s not surprising that he knows what he’s doing. He has experience, unlike me.
Right now, though, I can’t feel bad for my lack of experience. I just want to feel excited knowing I’m getting any experience at all.
He grips my thighs tighter as he moves his lips all along my nub and folds.
My face is on fire. It’s such an intimate area for him to have his face but the way Alek is kissing me down there and the low sounds he’s making tell me that he’s enjoying this.
That his moment is natural and I have no reason to fear it.
My hips begin to roll around, trying to match his pace, but his hands on my thighs keep me in place. He’s taking control of this situation and I’m powerless to stop it. The only thing I can do is give in to it.
“Alek,” I whisper, clutching the blanket.
He lets out a low groan as he licks me harder and harder. A heat builds its way through me. Alek is making sure I know that I am a woman who can take this.
“You taste so fucking good,” he growls before licking my nub again. My hips buck up. His dark laugh sends shivers over me. “Does this feel good?” He takes his time, running his lips and tongue all over me.
“Yes,” I admit, staring at the ceiling, as if that will somehow take away my guilt of what’s happening between us.
“Good.” He brings his tongue lower… to my entrance. He sticks the tip of his tongue into me before bringing it back to my clit. “Soon, my cock will be inside of you.”
“How soon?” A spike of fear hits me. I’m not sure I’m ready for that just yet.
“Whenever you’re begging me for it. But I know you will. In time. You are mine now, Katya. There’s no going back. There’s no denying it. Just give in. I want you to come for me. Come on my mouth. Be a good girl and make me happy.”
Alek licks me harder with an intense vigor. He’s going to ring an orgasm out of me even if it kills him.
I let my legs relax and ease into this moment. It feels too good to just pretend it’s not happening. And if I’m being honest with myself, I want this to happen. I want to feel desire. I want to feel like a woman.
And Alek is helping me achieve that.
My hips roll around as he licks me faster and faster. Soft moans escape my mouth. It’s natural. Instinctive.
I can’t take much more.
“Alek,” I cry out. “It’s too much.”
“It’s not too much. You will take this. You can do it.
Come for me, Katya. I know you can.” He spreads my legs wider and consumes my entire core with his mouth.
He knows every pleasure spot. Knows how to use the exact pressure.
It’s just what I need to help ease any of the panic coursing through me from what Rocko did to me.
It’s not a room I need to feel safe. It’s Alek.
And that’s a terrifying thought.
But that’s what makes my second orgasm of the night run right over me.
I let myself moan and slump against the mattress as I tremble. Alek continues to keep his mouth on me for the entire time until I finally calm down.
He stands up and stares down at me with a darkness that makes another flare of arousal hit me. “You are beautiful. Sexy.”
Self-consciously, I shut my legs and push my dress down. “I’m tired.”
“I’m sure you are. I’m going to change you.
” He goes over to my suitcase and pulls out a silky nightgown.
Without a word, he pulls me to my feet and unzips my evening gown and pushes it off me, revealing my entirely naked body to him.
Goosebumps break out on my skin. Alek doesn’t comment on my body as he slips the nightgown over my head.
It ends around my thighs. I can feel my naked self underneath the dress.
My bare thighs pressing together. They’re still a little wet from my arousal and that only sends another flare of arousal through me.
Alek cups my face. “You are sexy. Know that.”
“Why are you helping me? You should be trying to hurt me. You hate my brother.”
“Just because I hate your brother, doesn’t mean I hate you. I’m fascinated by you. And I know that the longer I keep you, the more it’s going to drive your brother insane.”
“I don’t know how to process this. You’re making me feel more alive than I ever have before and yet, you’re at a war with my brother. It doesn’t make sense.”
“It doesn’t have to make sense. Just let go, Katya. Just feel. I want you to choose to be mine. There will be nothing sweeter than the moment you do.”
That’s what I’m afraid of: that it won’t take me long to choose to be Alek’s.
I’m woken up in the morning to Alek getting out of bed. I slept beside him the entire night without any issues. I was so tired from the day before that I went out like a light. Now, in the morning, it feels strangely… domestic waking up beside him. Like we’re a real married couple.
And I guess, legally speaking, we are.