Chapter 5 #2
“Alek,” she smiled, stepping in for a hug. The glare on my face made her rethink it, her smile faltering.
She did this every time, even when she knew I didn’t do hugs. She constantly tried to push the boundaries, hoping the more time we spent together, the more affection she tried to push on me, the closer we would become.
We wouldn’t, and I told her that. She knew I wanted nothing more than a casual sexual relationship. But that didn’t stop her from fucking trying, did it?
“Let’s go,” I grunted, using my body to usher her backwards.
Lukyan yelled, “Try not to catch any STDs!” as I shut the door.
Mila’s face turned red with anger, but she said nothing as I steered her towards the warehouse.
Lukyan wasn’t a big fan of Mila, and he had no problem letting her know about it.
Lukyan didn’t have a problem letting anyone know anything.
The damn idiot had no filter, had no issue saying the first thing that popped into his head.
Even if it was completely inappropriate.
It was why he got his ass into trouble 99% of the time.
“I was glad to get your text. I wasn’t sure if I was going to see you this week.” She walked like a pro along the gravel pathway, not a single misstep as she trailed behind me.
I grunted. With a woman like Mila, you had to be extra careful with the signals you put out there.
Making plans with her more than once every few weeks would make her think things were more serious than they were.
Considering I only saw her a few days ago, I could see why she thought we wouldn’t be meeting again this week.
But I had a sexual itch that needed scratching, one that was amplified by my encounter with Firecracker.
When we got to the warehouse, I opened the door and flicked my head, signalling for Mila to walk inside. She gave me a sultry smile, running her fingers across my chest as she strutted past me, adding an extra sway to her hips.
Blood rushed to my cock. Adrenaline from the fight still flowed through me, amping up my sexual needs. An image of that dark-haired, tattooed, amber-eyed woman downstairs soared through my mind. It only made things worse, making me painfully hard.
I shut the door with a loud bang and Mila jolted in surprise. I kept the lights off, leaving the place shrouded in darkness. A few streams of light cut through the room, giving off just enough illumination to be able to see.
“Strip,” I commanded harshly, whipping off my shirt.
Mila turned to face me. Heat flared in her eyes as she stared at my naked chest, her teeth digging into her bottom lip.
“Don’t you want to talk for a bit first, Alek?
I know your sister’s kidnapping must have been hard for you.
We could get some dinner and talk about it?
You know I’m always here for you if you need someone to confide in. ”
Yes, I did know that. But it wasn’t because she gave a shit about me.
It was because she was trying to get me to care about her.
To need her. To want her past a physical relationship.
Everything she did had an ulterior motive to it, some other purpose than the one she portrayed.
It had nothing to do with me and everything to do with my position.
“That’s not what you’re here for Mila, and you know it. So you can either take off your clothes, or I’ll find another woman who will.”
Her lips pursed in agitation. She looked as though she was going to argue, but in the end decided against it. She walked her fingers down her chest and gripped the sash belt wrapped around her body, undoing it quickly. Her trench coat fell away, pooling at her feet.
She was completely naked, and my dick stood to attention. Mila was a beautiful woman. She had a runway model body. Tall and slim, not a single ounce of fat. Her tits were on the smaller side, but high and perky. And her legs? It was like they went on for days in those six-inch heels.
“Safe word?” I grunted, cracking my neck from side to side.
“Yabloki,” Apples , she said in Russian, goosebumps pebbling her skin.
I nodded. Her safe word hadn’t changed the entire time we’d been fucking, but I always made sure we went over it before we got intimate.
I rolled my shoulders back and leaned forward until my lips were an inch away from hers.
Her breath hitched, her eyes darting down to my lips before flicking back up to my eyes.
A wicked smile crossed my face. “Run,” I whispered.
Mila spun and sprinted off, her heels clicking along the concrete floor.
Adrenaline surged in my blood, my heart pounding in my chest with excitement.
The thrill of the chase. I fucking loved this part.
The anticipation. Watching my prey run as fast as they could to get away from me, only to wind up beneath me in the end.
I could barely keep still, my hands twitching with an overwhelming need to chase. To catch. To fucking devour.
I counted down in my head from ten, giving her enough of a head start to make things fun. Interesting.
I heard every movement she made. Every step she took. Every time she banged into a piece of gym equipment, the lack of light making it difficult for her to see. I could hear it all. It only excited me further, fuelling that deep, primal beast within me.
I bent down, picking up her sash belt and wrapping it around my hand before I went after her.
I hunted her, tracking her across the wide-open space as she ducked and weaved, trying to find a place to hide. I moved when she moved, slowly gaining ground until I was only a few paces behind her. She had no idea.
Mila shivered, glancing around uncertainly. She knew I was close. Prey instinctively knew when a predator was closing in. She could feel me, my presence, but she couldn’t see me.
That was the way I liked it.
I stayed low and off to the side of her, using the leg press machine to hide my large frame. I brushed my fingers lightly over her lower back and she shrieked, spinning fast, only to find the space behind her empty.
She backed up a few paces before turning to run off again, this time faster than before. Her breaths were coming out short and fast, her whole body trembling.
I took chase, my footsteps thudding loudly behind her. It was a tactic. If need be, I could move silently, but I wanted her to hear me. Hear me gaining ground on her, getting closer and closer.
She took cover hiding behind the boxing ring located in the centre of the room, her chest rising and falling hard, her head darting left to right, looking for me. I gave her a few minutes to catch her breath, waiting patiently, never taking my eyes off my prey.
When she went to move again, I pounced, running up on her from behind.
I wrapped an arm around her torso, slapping a hand to her mouth to muffle her shriek of surprise.
Her legs flailed wildly as I lifted her off her feet, her nails digging into my forearm.
She fought against me with everything she had, bucking and twisting, screaming and scratching.
That primal part of me roared, loving the fight. It hungered for more. To bite. To claw. To play without the restraint I held over him. But my beast was too wild, and I’d yet to find a woman who could handle his savagery.
I dragged Mila down to the ground, pinning her down by the wrists, face down.
“Alek,” she moaned, pushing her ass out into the air.
It grated on my fucking nerves when she called me that.
I slapped the back of her thigh. “Spread your legs.”
Her legs opened far and wide, stretching to the point that I knew it had to be uncomfortable. I unwound the sash belt from around my hand and used it to tie her hands together, then I tied the remainder of it around the bench post in front of me.
Once I was done, I leaned back, admiring my prey.
Mila squirmed beneath me, her skin flushed, a sheen of sweat covering her back. Her hips swivelled, searching for something to grind against, and an impatient, frustrated noise left her mouth when she couldn’t find anything.
I palmed her ass, digging my fingers roughly into her skin. She winced but didn’t say her safe word.
I gripped her by the hips and hiked her ass up into the air until her pussy was lined up with my face. Her upper body was still stuck to the ground, hands tied securely around the bench post, gripping it tightly.
“Please, Alek,” she whined, her body shaking.
I pushed her up a little higher. Her pussy was dripping wet. Glistening. I blew softly against her clit first, and she whimpered, then I dragged my tongue from her clit to her entrance,
Fuck, I loved eating pussy. The feel of my tongue between those slick folds. The softness of that delicate pink flesh.
Good lord.
Next to sex, it was my favourite thing to do. Every woman had a unique taste, specific to them. Some were bad. Some were good. And some were downright heavenly.
I usually enjoyed Mila’s taste, but for some reason I wasn’t as into it as I usually was. And it was pissing me off.
I swirled my tongue around her clit, sucking it hard into my mouth.
Mila groaned deeply. “Yes, Alek. Yes. Feels so good, baby.”
I yanked my face away like she burned me, glaring down at her even though she couldn’t see me. “How many times have I told you not to call me that?”
“I’m sorry! It was an accident. Please, keep going,” she whined in desperation, but it was too late. I allowed her to call me ‘Alek’, but ‘baby’? Fuck no. That I’d never allow.
I dropped her lower half back to the ground.
“No! Alek, please. I’m sorry! I won’t do it again,” she cried, trying to look back at me.
I gripped her roughly by the chin and forced her head to face forward. “You’ve lost the right to look at me. You know the rules Mila, and you broke them. Now you suffer the consequences.”
She begged and pleaded. Apologised over and over again. But if I permitted her even a shred of leniency, she’d take full advantage.
I pulled out a condom, the plastic crinkling as I tore it open with my teeth.
Mila propped herself up on her forearms and knees. Like I knew she would, she murmured in a sultry voice, “You know you don’t have to wear a condom. I’m on the pill.”
She said it every time we fucked. Like clockwork. And like all the other times, I ignored her, sheathing my cock.
Mila was ambitious. Driven. Manipulative. She had her eyes set on being Queen of the Bratva. There was no way I was risking an accidental pregnancy.
I ran the head of my cock over her pussy, coating it in her wetness before I rammed into her in one deep thrust.