Chapter 19 Constance
CHAPTER NINETEEN
CONSTANCE
“Connie… I love you so much.” I hear behind the door and my heartbeat falters as tears well in my eyes.
I shake with fear. It’s been a month since I ran away and locked myself in my house…
a month of just eating, sleeping, and surviving.
“Connie… Connie… Connie… open the door! Open the door, baby! Open the door! Just open the fucking door! I love you! I love you!” BAM! “Open the fucking d—”
I jolt up out of my sleep, shaking and sweating, my pulse a frantic, deafening drumbeat that pounds behind my eyes.
The metallic taste of adrenaline coats my tongue.
I smooth my hand over my face, wiping the cold terror from my skin and setting it back down on the bed.
I glance down to see Misha still sleeping, his massive arm draped over my waist like a powerful, warm shackle.
Seeing him makes me smile even through that fucking dream…
ugh… I don’t even want to think about it.
Literally some of the darkest times of my life, and I just want to forget it.
I didn’t come here to harp on my past or remember it.
In fact, I came to do the opposite, so why the fuck is that man showing up in my nightmares now?
Sighing, I flop back into the bed, biting my lip, wincing. My body is pleasantly heavy and sore, a tangible reminder that I was thoroughly fucked by all three of them the night prior just to make me feel better, and boy oh fucking boy has it been one hell of a pick me up.
Honestly, I’d happily have those fucking nightmares knowing that bastard is nowhere near my reality and when I wake up I’m getting spoiled fucking rotten and woken up by a tongue shoved up my pussy and getting railed by two fine-ass men in a fuck fest in the middle of the night.
I’ll take fucked-up nightmares for two hundred, Alex.
I turn on my side, watching Misha, who’s still laid out, but I’m not surprised. All three of our asses wore him the fuck out last night, so I don’t bother waking him up. Big man needs some sleep.
Is life real right now? Is there really a man who can handle me so effortlessly, slang pipe that damn good, and is rich?
I narrow my eyes at him, poking his cheek, wondering if I’m dreaming.
Almost wish I was, considering I don’t particularly want to be in love since both attempts I’ve ever made ended up dying out or disastrous.
“Are you going to continue to stare at me, Pechenye? I’m getting shy,” Misha mumbles, eyes still closed. I duck my head under the covers, embarrassed that he caught me. Ughhh!
“You were supposed to be sleep!” I groan and he chuckles dragging me from under the covers and on top of him.
“Hov can I vhen my voman is staring so intently at me?!” he kisses me and even though I don’t want to, I melt. His woman?! Ahhhh!!!
“You… you could have at least pretended you were asleep until I got up to pee,” I murmur and he hugs me tighter, kissing my head, massaging my scalp.
“Next time. I promise.”
“Sure, sure.” I lay on his chest, listening to his rhythmic heartbeat, and noticing it’s so smooth in comparison to Alik’s.
“Hov are you feeling?” he sits up as I straddle him.
“Fine.”
“Are you sure?” She kisses me gently, and I shake my head.
“Not really.” I wrap my arms around him and he flips me over, grinding against me, but he doesn’t slide inside.
“Dimitri and I vere pretty rough last night… and Nadya’s sadistic side came out more zhan usual.”
“I’m fine, seriously. I like it rough,” I moan, enjoying all of his kisses, but then I pause, looking up at him. “Oh?! B-but… uhm… have you been hearing that rustling and scratching outside the door at night since I moved to your room?” I frown and he smirks, shaking his head.
“Nyet, I haven’t heard a zhing.”
“Oh damn… maybe it’s just me.” I want to suggest it’s rats, but I don’t want to offend him so I just keep my mouth shut, hoping I’m just tripping.
Our kisses deepen as I run my hand down his chiseled body, gripping his dick, humming.
“M-Misha.” I break the kiss, heart pounding from how much I want him.
“You vant it, Pechenye?”
“Da. I want it Master,” I answer in Russian, panting and he flips me over, grasping my hips.
“Take vhatever you vant, sveet one. You own your Master, so it’s yours to take.”
“M-mine to take?” I wheeze, swallowing in awe of him.
“Do you still question my desire for you?” He frowns when I don’t answer. “Hov can you vhen zhis is hard because of you?” he grits out, dick pulsing in my hand, but I just eye him.
“It’s not this…” I pause and squeeze my hand, making him hiss.
“I’m thinking about, Master.” I lean down, kissing his forehead, making him go still.
“It’s this that I truly want, and…” I kiss down further, heart racing with I kiss above his chest…
“And th-this.” I stroke his dick, not looking in his eyes.
“I see… you really are a greedy girl.” He reaches down, cupping my chin, forcing me to look up at him, and I want to look away so bad. Misha makes me nervous… he makes me want things I shouldn’t. How can a man feel so perfect for me, but I can’t make him mine?
“I am greedy, but you know that already, Misha.” I run my tongue over his nipple, sucking, and he smirks.
“I do know zhat, and it pleases me immensely.” He lifts me, and I hold up his dick as he slowly glides me down on that monster, stretching me the fuck out.
“UGHNNNNN!” I shiver, feeling even more full of him, but I don’t take my eyes off him… I can’t. “Th-then give me what I w-want Master,” I stammer, and he snorts, lifting me back up ever so slowly like he always does when it’s just him and I, then gliding me down on him, making me ache so bad.
“Vho says you don’t already have it, Constance?” My Heart. I love this man. There are no if, ands, nor buts about it. I want him so foolishly, I think my dumb ass will do anything to have and keep him… and that scares me.
This recklessness that Misha makes me feel never winds up being good for me. It happened back with Dren, it broke my heart with Alik, and with Misha… the cards are already stacked against us, and I don’t even have a hand to play the game.
Still, in his arms whether it be with others around or just the two of us… I yearn for this man even more than I yearn for what I had with Alik. Misha feels like a Master lock to my soul. Simply having him next to me makes me feel like I can have anything and do whatever.
I shouldn’t… I really fucking shouldn’t, but as he grinds into me, taking my lips into a kiss, filling me up wholly, I lose myself in him.
“Fuck, Pechenye… you feel so good.” He grits out.
“Take everyzhing from your Master. You own all of me. Take vhatever you vant.” He slams me down slowly, making me lose my breath rocking against him.
I shake, eyes desperately wanting roll to the back of my head, but I don’t want to take my eyes off him.
“C-can I, Master?” I tremble, already close. “C— Ughhhnn c-can I h-have y-you?” I moan and he yanks me down hard, staring into my eyes.
“Vhat ze fuck do you mean can you?” he growls, dick pulsing in me, slamming down hard. I shudder, cumming, pussy clenching, milking him greedily as I fall down onto his chest.
“M-Master… I lo—” A sudden, sharp vibration pulses through the air, coming from his night stand.
Misha groans, burying his face in my neck, and I hold him as he rustles around for his phone.
He pulls the sleek, black phone up and glances at the screen, his expression instantly hardens, losing all trace of the man I know.
“It must be important.” I try to get off him, high key glad I was interrupted because… like what the hell was I about to say? But he forces me to stay put, still hard and inside me.
“It’s Pakhan,” he mutters.
“Ughnnn, th-then it’s very much so important,” I pant, sweating.
“But you are even more important to me,” he groans, making my heart sputter.
“Master, ughn.” I melt on him, grinding again.
“Da.
“More.” I look up at him.
“Take vhat belongs to you zhen, sveetest.” He lays there and neither of us say anything. I just do as I’m told and take everything, and the moment feels so full.
Full of him.
Full of love.
Full of desire.
The phone in the other room vibrates again and I lean back against Misha, running my hand over his leg, listening to the water in the bath trickle as I lay on his chest.
“Grandpa Viktor is going to be mad at you,” I warn him and he hums, pulling me close.
“It’s not more important zhan you getting vhat you need from your owner.” He kisses the top of my head and I try not to smile like a Cheshire cat, but I can’t help it.
“Misha, you really say some off the wall stuff to a person you barely even know.” I stand, letting the rose water we’re sitting in trickle down my body as he continues to lean back, big ass arms spread over the side of the tub, eyes on mine before he lifts his hand and grabs my ass, yanking me to him so my pussy is in his face.
“You alvays know how to piss me off, Pechenye, but I love zhat about my sveet girl, too,” he hums, kissing my pussy, running his long tongue over it, collecting the water leaking down from it and fist my hands into his hair, licking my lips, wishing I had pussy against my lips as well.
“Sorry, Master. I’ll make it up to you later,” I moan and he chuckles.
“I look forward to zhat.” He kisses my pussy and stands, pressing the button to drain the tub and turn on the shower to wash us off.
After he’s done, he dries me off and packs me to the bedroom.
He walks over to the dresser, grabbing a dress for me and sliding it onto my necked body just as the phone vibrates again.
I turn to look at it, seeing Veronica’s name, and my heart sputters, but he pulls my face back to his kiss my lips.
“I’m going to see vhat Pakhan needs… you go down for breakfast.”
“Okay, but when we come back…?” I trail off and he chuckles, pulling me in for one last, hard kiss, loving the way his tongue demands and takes what it wants.