34. Laszlo
One Year Later
All the fucking therapy and still, every time I came back to the gothic mansion, I wasn’t the same man. I wasn’t a man at all. I was rendered helpless, a traumatized little boy, betrayed by his parents in the most heinous way possible.
I had to remember I wasn’t a kid anymore. I wasn’t their prey.
There were others, though.
Four children had been kidnapped in the last two weeks. When I was thirteen, I recognized five kids from previous socials, but the other six were strangers. They were dressed strangely, talked without polish.
I had looked into it after the psych ward, and there had been a rash of kidnappings in the weeks before the ritual. That was how I knew to be on the lookout for it this time.
I leaned back in the van. It was discrete, the kind used for flower deliveries.
I pulled the brim of my hat over my eyes, floating outside myself.
My tattoos were covered with gloves, my eyes hidden by sunglasses.
I had no excuse to be here, but I needed surveillance data and could trust it to no one else.
My lap felt empty without Lyn in it. She had surprised me constantly since our wedding, and seeing her grow into a confident, self-assured woman was a pleasure. Having her sit on my cock, or kissing me for hours, did more for my psyche than decades of therapy.
I readjusted myself at the thought. When I met her, I hated to be touched. Now it was a struggle to get through a few hours without feeling her.
The last year had been busy. Lyn had her jewellery store, selling other local artisans while she practiced and learned her new tools. I worked with Urvan, given the financial backing and freedom I needed as my investments kept earning.
I thought it would be years before my opportunity presented itself, but it was happening.
A dozen people moved around the inside of the mansion, two more on the perimeter.
The same as last time I was here a few weeks back.
Some of the men I recognized. A couple from Bodrov’s former brigade, a few I knew through parties with Urvan.
Beneath the mansion, there was a connection to the abandoned mines, rancid with explosive gasses.
They’d sealed over it during the renovations, and while the mansion was under heavy guard, the same wasn’t true of the caverns beneath.
I’d undone their work a week back, letting those gasses slowly seep into the mansion.
When the computer equipment began to arrive, I knew things were getting close to that boiling point. Scorpion had run a few probes, and they were using an air-gap security system, similar to what I used at the penthouse. Data couldn’t be intercepted at a distance unless I bypassed it manually.
If history was to repeat itself, the Pakhan would soon arrive in person, and with him, a treasure trove of data I couldn’t wait to get my hands on.
Soon, I would receive an invitation from the Bratva.
Soon, I would be at a party, looking just like my father had almost twenty years ago.
And then I will kill the Pakhan.
The fog was rolling in, and I let it swallow me.
Hours of surveillance passed in a blink. That was one thing I could thank trauma for. These lovely little memory gaps, a suppression so powerful I didn’t bother resisting it.
I took the long way home, though no one was following me. It felt good to inhabit my adult body again, remind myself of how close we are to the finish line. After this, it won’t matter. Either I’d succeed and escape with my beautiful wife or…
No.
I would succeed.
Together, my wife and I would kill every single one of these predators, and burn the fucking mansion to the ground.
I had done renovations on the penthouse in the year since we got married. I didn’t want Lyn to feel like we were just sitting around waiting for life to begin, and she helped me make it feel like home.
We were together in my large office, and Lyn was sat in my lap, helping me recuperate after the hours of surveillance.
Her nude body pressed against my bare flesh, and I held her against me. Her long blonde hair was tied around my neck to keep her from moving. It was confining, but instead of sending me into a panic, the sensation comforted me. I wanted to have her wrapped around me fully.
My hard cock throbbed inside her.
It was strange, how natural it felt. Her body on mine was a healing thing, and I revelled in my luck. My fingertips trailed along her stomach, gently teasing her sensitive skin. Her heartbeat drummed against my ribs, and I laid a kiss on her shoulder.
“Are you cold?”
“No,” she sighed, resting her head next to mine. Her pussy throbbed around me, wet and warm and willing.
The walls of my office were slick, an oil black with orange accents, and all around us were screens. Some showed numbers moving, others were surveillance around the penthouse, but the main one was a luxury real estate page.
I didn’t thrust. She didn’t wriggle. We sat, enjoying the sensation as we browsed the house listings. It brought me back to when I’d done this alone, when I was still dreaming of an angel’s future without me in Idaho. It was much more enjoyable, picturing a life together.
“Gotta have a big back yard, sheltered. Lots of trees,” she said, and I skipped past the ones in the cities. We’d bookmarked so many listings; some of them having been sold since we first started looking after our wedding.
Once we were done in Arkham, we were going to leave all this shit behind, and in the wake of my vengeance, I could relax. I could become the man Lyn deserved. My thumb trailed lower, skirting the edge of her pubic hair, and she shivered.
“It’s hard not to give in and ride you,” she confessed into my ear. “I love it when you pulse inside me.”
I gave her what she wanted, and was rewarded with the sweetest moan.
Her breathing had morphed from shallow and ragged to more panted.
Her spine arched, her small breasts capped with aching nipples.
I ran my free hand up her torso, palming her breast. I could feel her heartbeat beneath my fingertips, and I kissed the cusp of her ear.
She’d told me that touch was forbidden in her cult, and I wrapped as much of myself around her as I could. I’d avoided touch because it repulsed me, but it was denied to her, and she was starving for it.
I’d have to make up for decades of her not being touched.
I was up for the task.
Another housing listing, this one in the Alps. “What about the mountains?”
“It’d be cold,” she said with an exaggerated shiver. “We couldn’t do this anymore.”
I bit her ear, tugging it.
“We’d turn up the heat. Get a fireplace. Throw furs all over.”
Her hips rocked, and I wrapped my forearm around her belly, pinning her in place.
“Bad girl,” I growled, and she sighed. Another house, this one in Germany. “Look, big yard.”
“The trees aren’t as tall… What about this one?”
“Yellow?”
“We could paint it,” she scoffed.
I clicked the listing. Autumn forest surrounded a house that looked a lot smaller than the square footage indicated. The terracotta roof was capped with several chimneys, a columned entrance inviting us inside.
The digital tour took us through a spacious interior that had several welcoming rooms, lined with dark wood and rich tapestries.
But when we got to the backyard, and it opened up into a full forest, with a water garden and an apple tree engorged with apples, she gasped.
Leaning forward, my cock shifted inside her, and my molars met as a full shudder passed from her to me.
Her hair tightened around my throat pleasantly.
“That’s beautiful,” she said. I stroked up and down her naked torso, still pressing my front to her back for as much skin-to-skin contact as possible. It was vulnerable to be like this, but with her, it felt right.
She wriggled in my lap. My breath sucked between my teeth, I grabbed her breast, pinching her nipple. I kissed her shoulder again, dragging my tongue along her flesh as it began to goosebump.
“Looks like I’m going back to Hungary,” I smirked.
“Oh, I didn’t… Is that okay?”
“Lyn, haven’t you learned by now? After I reap my vengeance, all I’ll have to live for is to keep pleasing you. Whatever you want is what we’ll do.”
Her hand went on the arm of my computer chair, and she pushed herself up my cock an inch.
“Are you done using me?” I asked her.
“Mhm,” she grinned, turning her face to kiss my lips. “Now I want you to use me.”
“What if I want to keep you right where you are?”
Her blue eyes flashed wide with curiosity, then narrowed with a grin.
“You said you were doing this for me.”
“I lied.” My other arm wrapped around her torso, pinning her arms to her side, keeping her in place on my hard dick. She squeaked.
“Laszlo!”
“Yes, Lyn?”
“I need to get off now.” There was a whine in her voice and the sound pleased me. I throbbed inside her because of it.
“What will happen if I don’t let you?”
She began to pant again. Pure desire, building in her faster than she knew what to do with it. I was brought back to our first time in the club, the one I tried to push away, but now filtered back in flashes.
That night, she showed me who she could be. Not just the soft and innocent woman that charmed me, but the survivor that hid beneath. That was when I first saw her fangs.
“You remember how to stop all this?” I whispered, and she nodded against me, but she didn’t say the word: Python. Cheesy to use my hacker sign as a safeword, but she liked it. She’d never had cause to use it, and I hoped to never give her a need to do it.
My strength had increased since we got together, and I pinned her down on my lap with ease, feeling our bodies throb and pulse, our heartbeats syncing.
Minutes passed as I kept her in place, resisting the urge to thrust, to move at all.
There was the increase in her breathing, the moans peppering the air as she whimpered.
My cock, blissfully, didn’t falter. I’d gotten off the pills after the wedding, but that wasn’t the thing that healed me.
It was her.
The comfort she could bring me.
I didn’t know what safety could feel like, not in my body, until I met her. The slowness and worshipful exploration of each other’s bodies mended the darkest parts of me, healing my deep wounds.
My hips rocked forward.
She trembled and buckled forward.
Oh my, she was close.
So close.
“What do you want, angel?” I husked in her ear.
“Laszlo… Please… take me to paradise.”
I had every intention of doing that. Even with her clasped in my bearhug, I rocked my body into her, and with a few short motions, she was careening over the edge. She screamed, and the chair quaked beneath us as her honey gushed down my shaft, soaking the seat.
It took me longer to follow her, but once I did, she wasn’t done. She slipped down between my legs. Her eyes were lidded as she began cleaning me with her tongue.
“You should get back to work, my serebryanyye glaza. I’ve distracted you long enough,” she purred, bringing her mouth to my shaft. She took me into her as I began to soften, and her sweet suckling was a delight.
She was a strange woman, and I was delighted every time I found out just who she was, freed from the shackles of her cult.
She’d come a long way in her therapy, in dealing with her past, but I still worried about her.
She had a soft heart, and some part of her still loved those she’d run away from and longed for their approval.
It wasn’t easy for her, even with the distraction that Silver Belle’s, her jewellery store, provided.
I looked down at her, suckling my cock. Her eyes were closed, and she seemed dreamy, content, so I did as she instructed and went back to work. There was some chatter on the dark web I’d been keeping my eyes on, and when I opened my encrypted chat with Scorpion, a message was waiting for me.
It was brief, but it sent a chill down my spine.
Scorpion
Call me. More kidnapped. I have news.