Chapter 11 - Aleksei
I don’t want to fall under her spell until she makes it clear this is exactly what she wants too. I know there is no doubt in my mind that I do, too, but I need her to say the words.
She nods but stays quiet.
“Look at me,” I whisper, nudging her to look into my eyes again. “Say it, Bianca. I need to hear you say it.” I feel a sense of satisfaction when I don’t see an ounce of hesitation in her sky-blue eyes.
“I want this,” she whispers, “I want you.”
That’s confirmation enough for me. I let go of whatever mental barriers I’ve been holding onto, grabbing her thighs and hoisting her up. She clings onto me, legs wrapping around my waist, her core just above my erection. The way to my bedroom is barely a minute long, but in the current situation, it feels like a small infinity. Once upstairs, I speed up to the end of the corridor, kicking the door open.
I lower her onto bed softly, smirking when her hands cling to my shirt as I pull back.
“Patience, darling.” I smile at her, getting off the bed to stand and shuffle out of my tailored trousers and pull the stuffy white shirt over my head. I feel myself grow painfully hard for her, straining through my boxers.
Her gaze lands on my abdomen and continues down to my groin, then she gulps. I lower myself down onto the mattress, advancing towards her now. She shuffles back with each movement I make in her direction, a tender dance between predator and prey. She is still in her wedding gown, now an annoying barrier between us. The moment I reach her I go for the latch of the zipper, the aggressive tugs while undoing the zip betraying just how much I need her. It gives way in one swift motion, dress slipping down as her full tits threaten to spill over. There are small beads of sweat on her forehead now, chest rising and falling rapidly with her labored breaths.
She looks down where my gaze falls on her before resuming eye contact. Her hands reach down and massage the swell of her breasts before yanking at the dress just enough to have them threaten to spill over. What a vixen.
I get on my fours, pulling on the bottom of the heavy garment and pulling in one motion. Bianca lays on her back and lifts her hips to allow for easier access to finish pulling the dress off completely. It’s dark outside now, her figure illuminated by the soft moonlight streaming in through the windows. Since the power outage I lost track of time—the sun must’ve finished setting fully.
She looks like a dream now, illuminated softly in the dark. Like a siren, the full swell of her hips and breasts beckon me to come closer—so I do. I lean down, encaging her face between my forearms. I want her to feel my need for her as much as I do hers, so I press down my groin into her center, appreciating the soft whine that escapes her lips. I lean down to kiss her again, teasing, only to withdraw from her to get up on my haunches. She huffs with annoyance, and her impatience makes me chuckle. The atmosphere between us a mile away from the tension earlier.
“I need you, Aleksei, please .” Hearing her beg is like music to my ears, something that I’ll learn to coax from her more frequently in the upcoming weeks, I promise myself.
My fingers trail down her abdomen, tickling her a little. It is beautiful just how sensitive she’s already gotten for me. When I reach her clothed core, I feel the wetness soaking through the fabric. I play with her for a bit, pressing in between her closed lips and stroking up and down to generate some friction, but still avoiding the bundle of nerves I know she wants touched. She attempts to lift her hips up to generate more friction, but my hand is already pressing her stomach down into the mattress. I want to tease her some more, so she can savor the taste of her own medicine.
“ Please .” She whines.
“Please what, darling.” She’s become so pliant she doesn’t roll her eyes, a welcome discovery on my part. So she can be obedient when she wants to be.
“Take them off and taste me.”
Her panties come off with one fell swoop, the soiled material ending up in a heap on the floor. Then my finger allows her some grace, starting a rhythmical pattern on her clit as I kiss my way across her thighs. They’re impossibly soft on my lips, her soft center emanating a maddeningly sweet scent. I move my finger from her clit and spread her open, appreciating the view before I lean down to have a taste, fingers entering her tight hole at the same time. Her moans now create a song that fills the bedroom up to the brim. She’s loud, but I can tell it’s just how she is. I love it.
She tastes sweet and tangy; a flavor I know I’ve already grown addicted to. It doesn’t take long before I feel her writhing, securing my arms around her waist to continue my work at her core. She screams as she comes, the sound equal parts pleasurable and painful from the overstimulation. I see the tears fall from her eyes as I continue my onslaught, taking pause only when her hand pushes against my shoulder, signaling me to stop.
I kiss down her thighs again, ready to go down for round two, but she sits up, resting on her elbows to look at me, eyes dark and chest still heaving.
“Now’s your turn.” She states, as if it’s a well-known fact, already decided by her. I feel my cock strain in the restrictive material of my briefs.
“My turn for what?” I act na?ve, wiping away at the wetness dripping down my chin. She smirks, though I can sense her getting shy when she starts looking around the room. She slowly focuses her eyes back on me.
“I loved that, Aleksei. I want to return the favor.” She whispers. She smiles when I sit up, pulling down my boxers in one motion. I feel my tip brush against my stomach, painfully hard and waiting for her touch.
Her hand is firm yet careful as she slowly begins pumping me, getting up to kiss me. I moan into her mouth, and she smirks. Little vixen , she knows exactly what she’s doing to me. Her motions speed up, and I can feel myself getting closer to the edge, but this isn’t how I want— need —it to end. I want to be in her.
I hold her shoulders, left hand continuing down to grab at her arm.
“I want to finish with you.” She bites her lips, long auburn hair falling around her like a halo when she lies on her back, spreading her legs slowly to reveal her sodden cunt.
“You’re so pretty for me now, baby,” I whisper huskily, getting closer. I position myself above her, almost driven insane by how much I need her, to be inside her . I push the tip in between her lips, teasingly nudging the head up and down until she begs.
“Put it in, please . I need it, Aleksei.” She whispers, and the sound of my name falling from her lips drives me to the edge. I fill her up in one motion, bottoming out instantly. Our breath intermingles as we both sigh, finally fulfilling a silent promise we made to each other the night we met. I try to pace myself, but the feeling of her fluttering pussy makes me go insane with an insatiable hunger, a cacophony of her moans and my grunts steadily filling the air.
“So good for me, darling.” She clenches in appreciation. I look down to where our bodies connect, thrusting harder when I see the thin ring of cream forming on the base of my cock.
I press myself into her more, going slower so I can press my pelvis into her bundle of nerves as I push into her. Bianca wraps her hands around my neck, moving them to scratch at my back as I feel her getting closer. I slow down, leaning into the crook of her neck.
“Say my name when you come.” That’s all it takes to make her come undone as she chants my name over and over like a prayer.
She’s still pulsing when I feel my release coming. Her nails dig into my back, hard , and I lose restraint as I thrust into her one last time. The moment is brief, though, before realizing I’m still in her and coming. Fuck. I pull out hurriedly, spilling the remainder on her pretty stomach, satisfied with my work. I lie down next to her with a sigh, our chests rising and falling in unison.
As I settle down from the high, I feel an uncommon feeling of protection start to bloom in my chest. I get up immediately, heading to the ensuite bathroom to grab a towel and clean her up. She’s still lying on her back when I lean towards her, observing the swells of her breasts rising and falling with each breath. Her eyes are closed, face looking peaceful.
Her skin is warm to the touch, beads of sweat still sitting on her forehead. Her eyelids flicker open, catching my gaze with her own, becoming a silent observer as I wipe the sticky fluid off her abdomen and thighs. So I did come in her. It’s then that she blinks a few times, almost as if reading my thoughts.
“I’m on the pill.” Her voice is soft and melodic, but her mouth draws into a thin line. “It should be fine.”
I nod at her, pushing myself off the bed to throw the soiled towel into the laundry basket in the bathroom. It’s swift—no more than a few seconds—but when I return, she jolts into a seated position, scrambling to get up from the bed. She starts pacing, shaking her head as she moves around the room.
“Come here.” I start walking closer to her, wanting to ease whatever is going through her mind. But then I stop—afraid that getting closer will agitate her more. “If you’re worried, I can have a doctor come over just in case—”
“ No. ” Her voice is raised, but she continues after a short pause. “I said it’ll be fine . I have endometriosis and I don’t think I could get pregnant even if I wanted to. The birth control is to help treat it.” She stops in her tracks then, looking straight at me, features schooled into a frown. “Why am I even discussing this with you? I don’t even know you . You fucking kidnapped me, for God’s sake.”
“ Hey ,” I resume advancing towards her, hands up in a placating gesture. “I promise I won’t do anything to hurt you. You’re safe here.” She scoffs, walking backwards each step I take toward her.
“Are you being serious?” Her voice is cold, but I can see the tears in her eyes.
“I—This was a mistake, Aleksei.”
“What?” I’m startled, a little bothered by the fact that she’s so bothered by what we just shared.
“I didn’t want any of this. It was just in the heat of the moment and— God— you’re literally my captor. Can you just leave?” I’m stunned for a second before I register her words. I feel a swell of anger, pride taking a hit after what I assumed was a mutual interest in each other. I suppose I assumed wrong.
I get up, not bothering to pick up my clothing as I walk out. If she wants to be alone then she can be my guest.
Sleeping is nothing short of restless, though for once it’s not riddled with hues of blue and crimson, but that of flowing red hair.
I wake with thoughts of her, the night before, and how it all ended. I wonder if she is awake, finding it’s already seven when I check my phone. I wanted to be there for her yesterday, and her rejection did sting, but I remind myself it’s all for the bigger picture. I sent word of Bianca’s extended stay here to Lorenzo the evening we took her here, though we are still awaiting a reply. The old man is probably going mad knowing I have his daughter here, at my mercy. Little does he know that she had me at hers, too.
When I arrive downstairs in the kitchen, Bianca’s sitting propped up on a bar stool, sipping a coffee, the warm beverage still steaming. She’s wearing one of my white shirts, courtesy of her sleeping in my bedroom while I went to sleep in hers. It looks good on her, the material doing little to hide the outline of her breasts. I gulp, looking back at her flushed face.
“Sleep well?” I ask.
“Could’ve been a bit better.” She responds, keeping her eyes glued to the counter in front of her. She feels more distant, which brings up a stream of annoyance within me to the surface. The stool screeches loudly as she jumps off, her footsteps indicating her heading upstairs. I stare at the half full mug of coffee she leaves behind.
Days seem to stretch on, each interaction between Bianca and I exacerbating the uncomfortable tension that reared its head on our wedding night. When we meet in the kitchen or bump into each other in the hallways, we just pass by, so much left unspoken and hanging heavy in the air. When we do talk, it’s unnecessarily sharp, mostly limited to small jabs and teases. Though I’m grateful for those moments—they always bring out a spark in her eyes and a new wave of energy. I need her to keep fighting; it feels better than having her shut back into herself.
I feel myself slipping further though, mentally far away from the sequence of events that mark the beginning and end of my days. Maksim is still missing, each day I don’t hear from him weighing more and more on all of us. He went on benders before—that much was to be somewhat expected—though the current escalated situation between us and the Rossis does make me worry that they might have some involvement in his extended bout of silence.
It is a few days after the wedding that I run into Grigor lounging on the couch in the living room, seemingly deep in thought and staring at the ceiling.
“It was a mistake, you know.” He starts, eyes still glued above him. “Marrying her. We could’ve just kept her down in the cell. This way, we let a snake into our family.”
Perhaps. Perhaps I did. But despite the risk, this is strategically the best way to secure our assets. To make sure that Lorenzo knows we have his eldest daughter—the fact that she is a part of our clan now adds insult to injury. But maybe I do underestimate her. I can see there’s so much more to her than meets the eye already, but perhaps she is scheming. It’s with a morbid curiosity that I observe the thought of her plotting being one that excites me, wanting to see if there is a mean streak to her. I want to see it because if she does have it, it would serve her well in our line of work.