2. Control
Chapter two
Control
Emily
I fucking took control.
This thrilling excitement washed over me. My heart pounded in my chest. Adrenaline surged through my veins.
It was as if I had been given a shot of pure, unadulterated euphoria.
Every cell, every atom of my being charged with this electric sensation.
I felt more alive than ever.
I did it. She was up to no good, and I came through, ending it all.
My mind shifted into a whirlwind of happy thoughts.
Until she is gone. . .maybe I can maintain some form of control.
Joy came. Actually, it was more than joy. It was a profound sense of fulfillment.
My senses heightened, and this rush of victory was intoxicating.
Addictive.
Every doubt, every fear, seemed insignificant in the face of this exhilaration. This was the moment I had been waiting for, the moment that would forever change the trajectory of my life. And as this thrilling excitement washed over me, I knew there was no turning back. I was ready to embrace whatever came next, ready to leap into the unknown of me taking my life back.
I really did it.
Gazing around, I realized that I was sitting up in bed because Lunita had been sitting up in bed.
Okay. I am me now.
I lifted my hands in front of me.
Closing and opening my fingers, I gazed at them.
Yep. I have full control.
“Shit.” I widened my eyes and gazed around. “I did it. I really did it. But how did I do it?”
Next to me, Kaz stirred in the bed, opened his eyes, and yawned. “ Msyh, who are you talking to?”
“Myself.”
“About what?”
“I did it.”
He yawned again. “Did what?”
“I felt that bitch doing something odd. It was like I was asleep in the darkness, but I could sense her actions and then I. . .opened my eyes and saw something in front of me. It was like. . .” A shiver ran through me. “Shit. It was actually like a television. Yeah. She was right about that. Maybe even a movie screen and like. . .an invisible projector played out everything in front of me, but it was actually happening on the outside of me.”
Kaz rubbed his eyes and slowly sat up. “Hold on, mysh . What are you talking about?”
“That bitch was trying put a finger in your ass and—”
“What?” A strange expression hit his face. “Whose finger? Whose ass?”
“Lunita’s finger. Your ass.”
He blinked. “What?”
“Lunita was touching you and ogling your ass.”
He stared at me like I had lost my mind.
“Then, you continued to sleep, but rolled over. That was when she got really excited.” I touched my chest. “I could feel how horny she was getting.”
Kaz widened his eyes.
“Your cock was hard and shooting up at the ceiling and she was kissing your cock and—”
“Hold on, mysh .” He held his hands up and yawned again.
That was when a sudden realization came to me.
I scanned the space. “Why am I in here ? I’m supposed to be in the cell. Did I go in there and you moved me or—”
“First things first.” Kaz appeared more awake and slowly sat up. “Lunita was doing what to me?”
“Trying to fuck you.” I left the bed and grabbed my robe from the nightstand. “Now my question. Why didn’t you put me in the cell?”
“Because I did not want to—”
“Kaz, that was the only fucking reason why we rode on your sister’s plane—”
“Get back to Lunita and what she was doing to my ass.”
“You are so hardheaded.” I tied the robe over me. “I told you to put me in the cell because I didn’t want her coming out and starting shit, but you must have your way—”
“Because you are mine!” He roared and rose out of bed.
I tensed.
Even though he was across the room, his presence towered over me.
I folded my arms across my chest. “I should have been in the cell. Being yours has nothing to do with my sleeping with you at night—”
“It has everything to do with it—”
“Stop getting in the way of my progress of trying to control Lunita—”
“You just controlled her, and you were right next to me.”
I frowned.
He glared.
“Kaz.”
He leaned his head to the side. “Yes?”
“Next time, I’m going to let Lunita ram her finger up your ass. How about that?”
He opened his mouth in shock.
“Maybe that will teach you something.” I turned and stormed off to the bathroom.
“ Mysh , we are not done talking about what happened.”
“I took control.” My chest swelled with the evidence of it. “Oh my God. I really did. I just. . .have to figure out how to do it again.”
“You took control? What does that mean?”
“She was kissing your cock and I just reached up and I don’t know. . .I pushed her away although. . .I couldn’t see her, but I just knew that was what to do.”
But wait. . .Can she do the same?
I opened the door, entered the bathroom, and stared into the mirror. I didn’t know why I had to see my reflection, but it felt necessary. The familiar face that looked back at me was my own, yet this morning it told a different story. My eyes screamed that I had won.
I’m here. This is me.
Kaz stood in the doorway. “Lunita returned and you forced her away and came back?”
“Exactly.”
He widened his eyes. “How do you feel?”
“Good.” I shivered. “I took control. That has to be important. Right?”
Maybe, I am. . .the host. Right?
A male voice loudly sounded in the room. “Ladies and Gentlemen, this is your captain speaking. We are now beginning our descent into New Orleans.”
I ran my fingers through my hair. “I’m still. . .trying to figure out how. I was so mad. That could be significant too. The emotion could matter. I was so fucking mad. Fire and explosions mad.”
The pilot continued, “The local weather is looking good, a typical warm New Orleans’ morning with a temperature of 78 degrees Fahrenheit and a light breeze. The sky is clear with a few scattered clouds, so you can expect a smooth landing.”
Worry hit Kaz’s face. “Tell me more about how mad you were.”
I dragged my view from the mirror and turned to him. “There Lunita was, kissing on your cock. I could feel her excitement. She planned on fucking you.”
Worry filled Kaz’s eyes.
“We are running on schedule,” the pilot said. “And anticipate touching down at Louis Armstrong New Orleans International Airport at approximately 7:45am local time.”
“I have no doubt in my mind that she was really going to fuck you.” I shook my head. “Probably suck you off first. I don’t know. Why the hell would she think that was okay? Every time she comes out she keeps overstepping more and more.”
Kaz looked away. “ Mysh , I need to tell you something—”
“As we prepare for landing, please ensure your seat belts are fastened and—”
“Goddamn it!” Kaz stormed off, muttering something in Russian that could only be a curse word.
“It has truly been a pleasure serving you,” the pilot said.
When Kaz got to the door, he yanked it open and roared, “Tell that fucking pilot to shut the fuck up before I rip his throat out!”
Surely not hearing him, the pilot said, “Welcome to New Orleans.”
Kaz slammed the door. “Idiot!”
What is wrong with my baby?
The hum of the plane’s engine shifted in tone, becoming louder and more intense.
I stepped out of the bathroom. “Kaz, you can’t be threatening the captain like that. He could accidentally kill us or something, and think of the kids. They don’t need to hear you screaming—”
“My father yelled all the time—”
“And you are probably crazy because of it.” I touched the side of my head. “I’m already nuts. Let’s try to keep it chill as possible around Emilio and Paolo, please.”
He placed a neutral expression on his face. “I will do my best, mysh .”
“Thanks, baby.”
My legs felt the vibrations first, rippling up from the bottoms of my feet, zipping up my knees, and then hitting my hips. It was as if I was standing on a giant drum that was being played by a relentless drummer. My knees instinctively softened, bending slightly, trying to absorb the shuddering energy beneath me.
“The plane is landing.” I headed over to the bed. “We should at least sit down.”
He came over and lowered next to me. “We need to talk.”
“O-kay.” I eyed him. “What do you have to tell me?”
“Last night, you were close to falling asleep.”
“Alright.”
“It was after you fed me.”
Confused, I leaned back. “Fed you?”
“With your breasts.”
“Oh God.” I rubbed my head. “I forgot about that. By the way, what is wrong with you?”
“ You fed me.”
“True.” I shook my head. “Something is wrong with the both of us.”
“It is not. I liked drinking milk from your nipples.”
I blushed.
“I want to do that more.”
“Let’s get back to what you were saying.”
“A lot more, mysh .”
“Fine, Kaz. We can discuss that later. What do you have to tell me?”
He cleared his throat. “You fell asleep in the middle of my licking your pussy.”
A tremble of desire spread through. “I have to make sure to not do that again.”
I thought a wicked smile would hit his face, but instead he continued to appear worried.
What’s wrong?
Kaz sighed. “You moaned while I was licking you, and when I rose your eyes were open so I slipped my cock in.”
He did? I don’t remember that.
More worry hit Kaz’s eyes.
Fuck. What happened?
I tensed.
“It is only in the middle of fucking you, when I realize. . .the way you are looking at me. . .the way you are holding your head. . .”
Oh no.
“Eventually, it was clear that. . .it was not you.” Kaz let out a long breath. “As soon as I realized it was Lunita, I pulled out.”
Jesus Christ.
There had been a time where I considered the possibility of Kaz accidentally fucking Lunita. I wasn’t crazy to think it couldn’t happen. I just hadn’t figured out how I truly felt about it.
Now that moment had come, dampening my sense of victory with taking control.
My heart ached.
Lunita.
I knew it was a possibility that she could hear me. I surely could catch her thoughts.
You know you fucked up. Right?
Kaz studied me. “Talk to me, mysh .”
As the plane lowered us closer to the ground, I felt the familiar pull of gravity, tugging us back to earth.
My stomach twisted.
So. . .you kill Olga—someone who I absolutely loved. I’m over in Moscow trying to build us a family, and you’re fucking the gardener.
Deep within the catacombs of my soul, fury flared like an unquenchable flame.
I have to drop shit, pack up the boys, and rush to New Orleans over your ass.
My core throbbed with chaos.
Then. . .you are just going to appear while Kaz is fucking me. . .
The plane hit the ground and jumped a little.
I stood off in this rageful blurry distance.
“ Mysh ?”
You better hope I can never stand in front of you. I don’t know what this voodoo woman can do, but you better fucking pray.
“ Mysh ?”
I looked at him.
“Talk to me.”
No humor rode my voice. “I’m going to kill her.”
Kaz frowned. “ Mysh —”
“It doesn’t matter if I am the true Emily or not. Lunita dies here in New Orleans. Period. I’m not leaving here until that bitch is gone.”