14. Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fourteen
Inessa
M y body trembles from his words.
“I might need help,” I say. He steps closer to me so I can feel the heat coming off his body. Instinctually, I lean back into him.
His fingers find the buttons at the back of my dress and he makes quick work of them and eases my dress open. I gasp when the cool air of the room hits my skin.
He draws his fingers down my bare back. “No bra?”
“Not in this dress.”
“Good.”
I shiver again.
He pushes the straps of my dress down until the gown pools around my waist. Viktor’s breath tickles the back of my neck as he leans down and kisses behind my ear. His hands slip around my waist, covering my entire stomach. He’s so large and powerful and strong.
My body tingles from his touch. I need more.
“Viktor,” I sigh.
“I love how you say my name. So innocent and yet so much desire. What did I do to deserve you?”
“I feel the same way.”
“I’m not a good man, Inessa.”
“You’re good to me.”
“That I am.” His hands trace up my body to my breasts where he cups them. All the air leaves me. My body naturally arches into his hands.
He cups them each. “You have a beautiful body. I haven’t been able to stop dreaming about it for months.”
“I dream about you too.”
“You do?” He nuzzles my neck. “What do you dream about?”
“You. Touching me.”
“Like this?” He slides one of his hands down to my waist. His fingertips leave a trail of goosebumps behind on my skin.
“Yes.”
“What else?”
“What else?” I ask.
“Tell me what I did to you in your dreams. Where did I touch you?”
I can’t help but blush. “I feel shy.”
“Don’t be. Did I touch you here?” His hand splays across my stomach.
“Yes.” I lean more of my weight against him. He feels so good holding me.
“Did I touch you here?” His fingers move under my dress and to my pubic mound. My underwear is in the way. Never have I been so annoyed by my underwear before.
“Yes,” I admit.
“Here?” He traces the edge of my panties.
A soft moan escapes me. “Yes.”
“Good.” He shoves my panties down and places his fingers right between my legs. I can’t stop my moan.
“You’re wet for me,” he growls, running his fingers along my folds and sensitive nub. “God, you’re so wet for me. I’ve been dreaming of tasting you again since that day in my office. Fuck, I need you, Inessa.”
Despite his words, he doesn’t rush the moment. His fingers circle around my clit, drawing pleasure from every inch of my body. My hips buck against his hand. I need friction.
I need more.
“Viktor,” I gasp as I circle my hips around. He presses his entire palm to my clit and rubs it back and forth. I feel like a wild woman as I buck and moan against him. Never have I felt this sort of pleasure before. This intense. This extreme. This exciting.
“I want you to come for me,” he commands, rubbing me harder. It’s the perfect amount of friction I need.
I clutch his forearm to steady myself. “It’s too much.”
“It’s not. It’s perfect. Come for me, Inessa. Now.”
He presses right on my clit and finally, my pleasure shoots through me. I moan as I rest the back of my head on his shoulder. Viktor holds me close as I tremble my release.
Finally, he removes his hand from between my legs. “You are so fucking good.”
In one smooth motion, he pushes the rest of my dress down to the floor so I’m fully naked before him. I gasp when he scoops me up and sets me on the bed.
“I need to taste you before I fuck you.” He kneels before the bed and draws my hips right to the edge. Then he plants his face between my legs.
I moan when his lips find my clit. It’s already swollen from the pleasure he just showed me.
“I can’t,” I practically whimper.
“You can and you will. I will have every inch of your body tonight.” His hands grip my thighs tighter as he presses his lips against my folds. My hips rock up to meet his pace. This is vulgar in a sexy way. He makes me feel forbidden and taboo.
He makes me feel aroused in a way I’ve never been before.
“Cup your breasts for me,” he orders before running his tongue along my clit.
I do as he commands. Viktor’s eyes meet mine. I can tell he likes what he sees.
I’ve been complimented on my looks before but never have I felt more beautiful than in this moment. Viktor makes me feel like a woman.
His eyes never leave mine as he runs his lips and tongue between my legs, kissing every intimate area of mine. I gasp when his tongue finds my entrance. He inserts it just the tiniest bit.
“Viktor,” I moan, my hips rising and falling. He lets out a low growl that only turns me on more.
I tense for just a moment when he slips one of his fingers inside of me.
“To get you ready,” he explains before placing his face back between my legs.
I tremble. He wants me ready for his penis. I’ve never seen Viktor naked. I’ve never even seen him shirtless. He always wears suits around the house. He’s not one for casual wear.
Knowing that I’ll get to see a side of him not everyone gets to see makes me more excited.
My body relaxes around his finger, which allows him to move it back and forth within me.
When his tongue flicks my nub, my inner walls clench down on his finger.
“You need to relax, sweetheart,” he says. His term of endearment only makes me love him more.
I tell my inner walls to loosen. Viktor moves his finger deeper inside of me.
“Don’t stop touching your breasts,” he orders. I follow his command, feeling a little naughty for disobeying. My thumbs play with my nipples. It’s so intimate and intense, I can’t help but blush.
Viktor licks me harder and harder as his finger moves deeper and deeper inside of me.
“It’s too much,” I gasp out. My body is still sensitive from my first orgasm.
Viktor ignores me and continues to show my body unimaginable pleasure.
And just when I think I can’t take anymore, my second orgasm washes over me.
Viktor takes his sweet time removing his finger from me. His lips lick and kiss along my inner thighs, making me tremble. His eyes are dark as he kisses up my body until he finds my lips.
“Taste yourself,” he growls, kissing me deeply.
Without asking me if I’m ready, Viktor stands up and undresses before my eyes. I can’t look away. I don’t want to look away.
Then he’s fully naked before me. The sight of his erection makes my inner walls clench automatically. He’s going to put that inside of me.
I know right away that I want it. I want all of him. His body, his heart, his love.
He parts my legs and settles between my hips, never taking his eyes off me once. His hands grip mine before he extends my arms above my head. I can feel his length by my inner thigh.
His eyes are locked with mine. I gasp.
And then he thrusts into me.
I wince from the smallest of discomfort. Viktor is relentless with my body as he seats himself all the way inside of me, then stops. My legs tremble beside his hips.
This is it. I’m no longer a virgin. I guess my dad would be proud I lost it to a successful Bratva man whom I married.
But now is not the time to think of my dad. All I can focus on is Viktor, inside of me, and how great he is at making me feel amazing.
He groans. “God, Inessa. You’re so tight around me.”
“It hurts a little,” I admit.
“I’ll make it feel good for you, sweetheart. Trust me.” After giving me a tender kiss, he begins to roll his hips around. This act makes his erection inside of me hit every inch of my inner walls. But he doesn’t thrust in and out of me. No, this act is much more intimate. Much more calm.
“I want you to get used to the feeling of me inside of you. You’ll be feeling this a lot for the rest of our lives now that you’re mine.”
“I want to touch you,” I whine, arching my back up. Our bare chests press together. My nipples are sensitive and it only serves to heighten the pleasure.
Viktor lets go of my hands and I place them on his chest. He’s so muscular and strong and broad shouldered. He’s sexy. He’s a man.
He begins to rock his hips faster against mine. I take a moment to study his pace, then match it. My hips rise up to meet his and his grind down to meet mine. It’s a perfect rhythm. Harmony.
“You are mine,” he says, thrusting harder into me. I gasp and arch my back. “Tell me you’re mine.” He grabs my legs and hoists them higher around his hips. This slightly new angle allows him to dive deeper into me.
“I’m yours,” I say breathlessly. My hands clench his shoulders, needing something to steady myself.
“No man has ever touched you.” Thrust. “I’m the only one.” Thrust. “I’ll be the only man to touch you.” Thrust.
I gasp. “Yes. Viktor, yes!” I love this man so much.
“God, I love hearing you say my name like that.” He sits up on his knees and brings my ankles around his shoulders. “I’m going to claim you.”
In this new position, he is able to reach new depths of my body I didn’t even know existed. I’m powerless to do anything about it. I wouldn’t want to change this moment for anything.
Viktor claims my body like a madman. He’s frantic and desperate. I’m the same way.
I lay back on the bed and let him have his way with me. There’s nothing else I want more in this world than to be utterly consumed by him.
“Inessa,” he groans, grinding his hips harder against mine.
Every thrust of his hips brings our bodies closer together. My clit is being rubbed, sending spikes of pleasure through me. I can’t hold back. I wouldn’t even want to.
“Viktor,” I gasp. “I’m… I need…”
“I know what you need, sweetheart.” Every thrust of his hips is deliberate. It has impact. It gets me closer and closer to my release.
“You.” Thrust. “Are.” Thrust. “Mine,” he growls.
That takes me over the edge.
My eyes flutter shut as my orgasm hits me again for a third time. Viktor has his way with my body before he comes next, groaning out my name.
He lowers my legs to his hips as he leans over me, breathing heavy. I’m just as breathless.
“That was…” I start to say.
“I know.” The kiss he gives me is filled with so much tenderness – a stark difference to the lovemaking we just did.
Slowly, he eases out of me and rolls onto his back, pulling me onto his chest. I nestle my head over his heart. His strong arm wraps around me.
Nothing could be better than this.
“How was that for you?” I ask. “Was I good?”
“I should be asking you that.”
“It was perfect. Better than I could have ever imagined.”
“I’m glad,” he says, nuzzling my neck. “I only ever want it to be good for you.”
“Thank you. For making it amazing. I was told horror stories of a girl’s first time and I’m glad you proved those stories wrong.”
“I aim to please.”
We fall silent for a moment, just content to be in each other’s arms after an intense round of lovemaking.
“What happens now?” I whisper.
“Now, we return to our lives. I have more work to get to. And you are no longer my maid.”
“What will I do all day?”
“What did you do before?”
I shrug. “I would read a lot. But I was so focused on helping my dad with money that I never really had time for a lot of hobbies.”
“Well, now you have time.”
“Mrs. Green is going to judge me for not working as a maid any longer.”
“She’ll get over it. I’ve already hired a new maid to start on Monday.”
“That will make it easier for her, I’m sure,” I say, snuggling deeper against him. “It’s just wild to me. I don’t have to worry about money any longer.”
“Must be freeing.”
I smile up at him. “It is. But… there’s something I wanted to ask you. It might be kind of awkward but…”
“Ask, Inessa.” He cups my cheek. “You can ask anything of me.”
“Will I still get paid? Have my own money?”
“Like an allowance? If you want your own money, I can give you your own money.”
I let out a deep breath. “Thank you. That would help. I just like knowing that I have something of my own, you know?”
“I understand. I don’t want you to feel like I’ll control you financially speaking. I have no desire to do that. I want you to enjoy your life. Go shopping. Read. Whatever it is you want to do.”
“I could finally go to college,” I murmur, tracing circles into his chest.
“You want to go to college?”
“I never had the money to go. It would be fun to further my education.”
“That could be a good idea.” He brushes my hair behind my ear. “What would you study?”
“I honestly have no idea. But that’s the freeing part of it all. I can explore and try new classes. If you’d be willing to pay for college, that is.”
“I just told you, Inessa. I want to see you happy. I’m willing to pay for anything. If you want to go to college and take all kinds of classes to figure out what will make you happy in life, then I’ll gladly pay for that. I like that you won’t be bored all day. I like that you have a smart mind on you.”
“I’m not sure how smart I am. I married you, didn’t I?”
He chuckles. “Oh, teasing me now, are you?”
“Maybe. It’s nice to hear you laugh. I wish I could hear it more often.”
“Well, now that we’re together, maybe you will hear it more. Once I’m done with this war with Erik and Dante.”
“Will it ever be over? You could make an alliance with them. That might be the right way to go.”
He sighs deeply. “It wouldn’t be a bad idea. But my pride just won’t allow it. I got fucked over. You know that. I can’t let Erik and Dante off scot-free like it’s nothing.”
“I just don’t want you to put your pride above your happiness.”
He gazes down at me for a long moment before giving me a simple kiss. “I’ll try not to. But I’m a Bratva man, Inessa. We don’t forgive and forget that easily.”
I shudder. That’s what I’m worried about if Viktor finds out the truth of who my dad really is.
He rubs my arm. “Cold?”
“Just tired. It’s been a long day.”
“Let’s get some rest. I want to take you again and I’m not sure I can wait until tomorrow.”
I force a smile on my face. I love Viktor but I’m in a constant state of worry over losing him. I’m not sure my heart could take it.
I might not even live long enough to worry about my heart breaking.
I know I can’t ignore my dad forever. It’s been a few days since I last paid for his motel room. He doesn’t even know I got married.
He needs to know the truth.
“You really have to go see him?” Viktor asks once we’re back home. We didn’t end up having sex when we woke up in the morning, since my body is too sore.
“He should at least know I got married. It’s only fair. I didn’t invite him to the wedding because I didn’t want him ruining it. But he has the right to know.”
“All right. Let me come with you.”
“No. You’re taking Julia back to the airport today. I’ve got this.”
“I’m just not comfortable with you going back to that motel,” he says.
“I know. But it’s the middle of the day and I’ll bring a guard with me. Now, I’m going to say goodbye to Julia before I go.” I give Viktor a little kiss. That appeases him enough.
He’s just protective and while I appreciate that, I know it’s going to be a problem when it comes to my dad.
I find Julia in her bedroom, packing up her suitcase. “I figured you wouldn’t have unpacked at all.”
“I just needed to get my things out of my suitcase. I have a thing for clean clothes, you know.” She offers me a sweet smile. “So, I guess this is it. I’m heading back to France.”
“You could stay, you know.”
“Tell that to my brother. He wants me kept safe and being away from New York is the safest thing right now, especially after what happened yesterday. I can’t believe Erik and Dante. They were so rude to ruin your wedding.”
“Well, I got married.” I look down at the beautiful ring on my finger. “I guess it all worked out in the end.”
“I guess it did. It was so nice to meet you. It’s a little weird to have just met the woman who is now my sister-in-law but it was nice all the same.”
“When you’re able to return again, we can spend more time together.”
“I would like that.” She gives me a quick hug. “Good luck with my brother. You’re going to need it.”
“That doesn’t sound good.”
Her laugh lifts my spirit just for a moment. “My brother is a good man. He’ll make you happy. I just hope his stubbornness won’t be his downfall.”
I can only hope so too.
I leave Julia to go see my dad. The motel is the same but I’m not and I know my dad will not be the same after I tell him I got married.
I make the guard stay in my car before I let myself into the room using my own key card and find my dad on the bed, passed out, a beer bottle in his hand.
Now is not a good time to tell him but when will there ever be a good time?
I nudge him awake.
“Inessa?” Even that one word is slurred.
“Hi, Dad. You’ve been drinking. I thought you were going to quit and buy real food.”
“This is real food. Beer is sustenance.”
“All right.” I’m not going to fight him on the matter. “Dad, there’s something I want to tell you.”
He sits up straighter. Maybe he’s not so drunk after all. “What is it?”
“I… got married.” I show him my ring. His eyes practically bulge out of his face.
“You got married? When? Why? How? Why wasn’t I there?”
The last question hits me the hardest and I begin to cry before I can stop myself.
“Inessa, talk to me.”
“You weren’t there because… because look at you, Dad. Look at what you’ve become since Mom died. You’re a mess. I didn’t want you at my wedding in case…”
“In case what?” The hurt in his eyes is killing me. None of it is fair.
“In case you ruined it,” I admit.
He huffs. “I can’t believe this. My own daughter didn’t invite me to her wedding. Who’s the guy? I didn’t even know you were dating anyone.”
“His name is… is Josh Williams.” It’s a safe unassuming name. And I’m hoping that there are a ton of Josh Williams in the area in case my dad goes looking.
“You were supposed to marry a Bratva man one day.”
“Well, you kept me from Bratva men,” I say, wrapping my arms around myself. “You said they were too dangerous.”
“They are.” He takes a large gulp of his beer. “But that doesn’t mean you go and marry some random guy. I could have used you to move up in the world by marrying you to a successful Bratva man.”
“Too late, I guess. Maybe if you hadn’t gambled away all of our money, none of this would have happened. Maybe I could have made a good match with a successful Bratva man.”
“You’re blaming this on me?”
“Who else would I blame it on? Dad, look at you. You’re a mess! I love you so much but…”
“But what?”
“But you disappoint me! You embarrass me.”
“So, I’m never going to get to meet your new husband? All because I embarrass you?”
I turn away from him. I can’t bear seeing the hurt on his face. “I just wanted you to know that I’m married. But yes, you’re not going to meet him. Now, I paid for the motel for the next two weeks. I’ll leave you to it.”
“Inessa, wait.” He lunges at me but I quickly leave the room and get into my car. The guard in the passenger seat looks at me with curiosity but I ignore him. I drive away before my dad can leave the room and the guard sees him. Viktor can never find out who my dad is.
It would kill him.
And it would kill me too.
As I drive back home, I realize that I need a friend to talk to. I miss Elena so much.
“I have some errands to run,” I tell the guard.
“Ok.”
“No, I mean… I want to do it on my own.”
“But Mr. Smirnov hired me to make sure you’re safe.”
“Please. I just need some time alone.”
“I’ll wait in the car.”
I know there’s no getting out of this so I decide to drive to Elena’s apartment building. I just hope that neither the guard nor Viktor know this is where Elena lives.
“I have a friend I want to go see,” I tell him. “Wait here.”
“I should meet them.”
“No. It’s just one of my girlfriends from high school. Girl talk, you know? Stay in the car.” I hurry inside before he can try and stop me.
Aiden answers the door of his and Elena’s luxury penthouse. “Inessa?”
“Is Elena home?”
“Yeah. Come on in.”
“Aiden, do you ever talk to your brother?”
“I haven’t spoken to Finn in a year.”
I relax slightly. That’s good. If Aiden were to talk to Finn, there’s a good chance Finn could figure out who I am.
Elena comes into the foyer. “Inessa.” She gives me a fierce hug. “I haven’t seen you in months. How have you been? You haven’t called. I was getting worried.”
“I need to talk to you in private.”
She looks at Aiden curiously and he nods and leaves the room, silently understanding to give us space. “What’s up?” she asks as we settle on the couch.
“I got married.” I show her the ring.
“Oh my god. The last time we spoke, you were going to talk to Viktor Smirnov about sparing your dad’s life and now you’re married. Who’s the lucky guy?”
“Viktor Smirnov.”
Elena goes completely still in a way I’ve never seen from her before. Then she speaks. “Viktor… Smirnov… is your husband?”
“Yes. And you can’t tell anyone. Not even Aiden. I could die. Viktor doesn’t know who my dad is. Who I really am.”
“Then why did you marry him? How did you marry him?”
“I got a job as his maid and we… fell for each other. Simple as that. But he does not who my dad really is. He can never know. I know it’s unfair of me to ask you to keep this a secret but I just needed my best friend to talk to. To really talk to. I don’t have anyone else.”
Elena contemplates everything I just told her, then she nods. “I think we’re going to need a bottle of wine.”