Chapter 16
Chapter Sixteen
Igor
"You fucking bastard!" Marco finally snapped out of his stupor, his roar loaded with rage. "You've already broken Elena's heart—how dare you show up again? What the hell gives you the right to treat her like this!"
Time was too short; I hadn't come yet. When I pulled my cock out of Elena, her pussy clung to me, greedy and wet. I got off her, and she instinctively yanked the blanket over herself, trying to hide her flushed, naked body.
"Right?" I stepped off the bed, turning to face Marco while I slowly zipped up my pants. "Who the fuck are you to question me? Elena's my woman."
Marco's face turned beet red, veins bulging on his forehead. "You son of a bitch!"
The words barely left his mouth before he charged, swinging a wild punch at my face.
Pathetic. This scrawny doctor thought he could hurt me? I'd clawed my way through the Bratva for years, killed more people than he'd ever saved.
I dodged his weak-ass swing easily, then countered with a brutal hook to his gut. I heard the air whoosh out of his lungs in a pained grunt. As he doubled over, I grabbed his collar and slammed him to the floor. The hardwood thudded under the impact—that had to hurt.
"Igor, stop!" Elena's terrified voice came from the bed, laced with tears.
I ignored her. I straddled Marco, pounding my fists into his face, each blow landing with a dull smack.
I put everything into those punches; I wanted him to remember the pain.
This damn bastard had seen her every day for five years, touched her, while I'd been like a rabid dog, scouring the world for her, tortured by regret every fucking night.
Marco's face swelled up, a deep bruise forming around his left eye, his lip split open, blood dripping down his chin. I dragged him to the corner of the room, yanked some scarves from Elena's closet, and tied him roughly to a chair. I made sure the knots were tight—tight enough he couldn't budge.
"What the fuck are you doing?" Marco gasped, his voice shaky from the pain.
I squatted in front of him, flashing a cruel grin. "Since you love my woman so much, just sit there quietly and watch who she really belongs to."
I saw his pupils shrink as he got it. I balled up the last scarf and stuffed it into his mouth, turning his protests into muffled noise. Then I headed back to the bed.
"No!" Elena's voice sharpened, her eyes wide with horror as she realized what was coming. "Igor, please, don't."
"Don't piss me off, Elena. You hid from me for five years—this is your punishment," I said. "You made me search for five years, and all that time you were with this bastard."
I ripped the blanket off her, exposing her perfect, naked body to the harsh light again.
Her nipples stood hard like cherries, her pussy glistening with slick arousal.
Her lips parted slightly, begging for more.
I forced her legs apart, wide open toward Marco, giving him a full view.
I heard the bastard swallow hard, his eyes glued to her, breathing heavy.
I pinned her down again, her hands pushing weakly at my chest.
"Please, not with Marco here..." she sobbed, tears streaming down her cheeks.
"I know he's watching," I bit her earlobe, nibbling with my teeth. "That's the point. I want him to see your body tremble for me, get wet for me, come for me."
My hands roamed her silky skin, teasing the spots that made her shiver. I pinched and twisted her nipple, while my other hand dipped to her pussy, fingers plunging in, stirring up lewd, wet sounds. She tried to fight it, but her body betrayed her—her hips arched up on their own.
"No... ah... don't..." Her moans spilled from deep in her throat, sweet and reluctant. Her cheeks flushed, eyes half-closed, breath ragged.
I glanced up at Marco. His eyes devoured us, a twisted mix of pain, anger, and hidden excitement on his face. His pants tented obviously, breath coming faster.
I took off the pants I'd only just put on a moment ago and tossed them casually onto the floor.
I stood completely naked, my cock throbbing hard and ready.
Elena's eyes widened, a fresh wave of tears spilling as she realized there was no escape.
I flipped her over roughly, forcing her onto her knees, ass high in the air, her tight little asshole exposed right toward Marco.
She thrashed desperately, begging me to stop, but my hands clamped down on her hips like iron—she couldn't move an inch.
"Igor, no! Please, not like this—not with him watching!" she cried, her voice breaking with shame, face buried in the pillow to hide her humiliation.
But I felt it—her pussy gushed even more, slick juices dripping onto the sheets. "Look at you, Elena. Your body's so honest. Dripping wet like this... You love it, don't you? Love me fucking you in front of another man, you little slut."
She shook her head furiously, denying it through sobs. "No... I don't... stop..."
I ignored her pleas, kneading her ass cheeks hard, watching her asshole clench and relax under my grip. The sight drove me wild. "I'm gonna take your virgin ass right here, in front of this bastard Marco. Break you in while he watches."
Her whole body tensed, fresh tears soaking the sheets. "No, Igor! Not that—not with him here! It's too humiliating!"
"That's the fun part," I growled, leaning down.
My tongue flicked out, tracing her asshole, then pushing in.
It wasn't as wet as her pussy, but just as tight, gripping my tongue as I swirled it inside, exploring every inch.
She whimpered, a mix of shock and unwanted pleasure, her shame making her tremble harder.
I pulled back, swiped my fingers through her soaked folds to lube them up, then eased one in. She gasped, clenching around it. "Relax, baby. Feel that? Someone's watching you get your ass fingered like a needy whore."
"I hate you... Please, stop..." she whispered, but her body arched back slightly, betraying her words.
I added a second finger, then a third, stretching her slowly, feeling her adjust despite the tears. "Tell him, tell him how much you want me, how many times in the last five years you've fantasized about my body pressing down on you, my cock entering you."
She bit her lip, shaking her head, but a moan escaped. Her first orgasm hit then, her ass clenching around my fingers as she came hard, tears streaming, body shaking with humiliated bliss.
"But your body loves me, loves me madly," I taunted, thrusting my fingers deeper.
"I hate you... I hate you so much..." She gritted her teeth, her voice laced with hatred, yet mixed with uncontrollable gasps.
I chuckled darkly. "Hate me all you want, but you're soaking for it. Admit it—you get off on being watched, on being my dirty little secret in front of him."
"No... ahh... stop saying that!" Another wave built, her pussy clenching emptily as I worked her ass.
Once she relaxed enough, I reached into my suit pocket on the floor and pulled out a pink anal plug.
I pressed it against her hole, pushing it in inch by inch.
She cried out, the intrusion stretching her, but her arousal made it slide easier.
"There, perfect. Now you're plugged up for me, ass full while he watches. "
She sobbed louder, shame burning her cheeks red. "Igor, take it out! This is too much—not like this!"
I scooped her up, her body yelping in surprise. I sat on the edge of the bed, turning her to face Marco, legs spread wide over my lap. She twisted her head back toward me desperately, refusing to look at him. "No! Please, not facing him—at least not this position!"
"Fine," I relented, spinning her around to face me instead. My cock nudged her entrance, and I thrust up, burying myself deep in her pussy. "Now move for me, Elena. Ride me, or I'll think you prefer facing Marco and his pathetic stare."
She hesitated, tears falling, but then she started moving, up and down, hands clutching my neck, face buried in my chest to hide.
Her rhythm built, slow at first, then desperate, her walls gripping me tight.
I forgot all about the room, about him—it was just her, just us.
Her breaths turned to moans, another orgasm crashing through her as she ground down hard, tears mixing with sweat.
"Fuck, yes," I groaned, hands on her hips, guiding her faster. "You're mine, Elena. All mine."
She came again, sobbing into my skin, body quaking. I picked up the pace, thrusting up hard until I exploded inside her, filling her with hot spurts.
But I wasn't done. I pulled out the plug, tossing it aside, and positioned myself at her ass. She winced in pain as I pushed in, the tightness almost too much. "It hurts... Igor, please..."
I captured her mouth in a deep tongue kiss, distracting her while my fingers found her clit, rubbing circles until she relaxed, excitement building again. Soon, she moaned into my kiss, the pain turning to pleasure, her ass clenching around me as another climax hit, tears flowing freely.
I couldn't hold back anymore. I thrust fast and deep, claiming her completely, until I came hard, shooting into her ass.
After I shot inside Elena, I finally noticed the rat watching from the side.
Then I saw his pathetic state—a big dark wet spot on his pants, his face twisted in anger and grief. The pervert had come just from watching me fuck her.
"Look at you, you sorry fuck," I sneered at him, my voice dripping with cruel satisfaction. "You're only good for watching. You don't even deserve to touch her—you just cream your pants while I make her come."
Marco's eyes shattered, despair flooding them. Tears slid down his face, but he couldn't say a word.
I grabbed one of Elena's nightgowns from the closet and gently dressed her. She collapsed on the bed, limp and vacant-eyed.
"I'm sorry, Elena." I kissed her forehead, my voice laced with a hint of regret but mostly satisfaction. "I had to make him understand—you're mine, and no one can take you away."
She didn't respond, just turned her face away in pain, her body still quivering from the aftershocks.
I got myself together, stood up, and walked over to Marco, still tied to the chair. A wave of killing intent surged through me like a dark tide. This bastard had seen Elena fuck, seen her come—he had to die.
I pulled a folding knife from my pocket, flicked it open with a sharp click, the blade glinting cold under the light.
Elena seemed to notice. Her weak voice came from the bed. "Igor, what are you doing?"
I didn't look back, just toyed with the knife casually as I replied to Elena. "I'm gonna kill him."
"No, please, you can't..." Elena's plea echoed from behind, but it wouldn't stop me.
"Why not?" I pressed the tip against Marco's throat, feeling his pulse race with fear. "He saw things he shouldn't have, Elena."
Marco closed his eyes, like he was waiting for death, his face twitching in terror.
"Igor, please!" Elena got off the bed but didn't dare come closer.
I looked at her pleading eyes, my throat tightening. A nasty thought slithered into my mind like a venomous snake, biting into my heart.
"Why are you protecting him so much?" I turned to her, voice ice-cold. "Tell me, Elena. Your kid's his, isn't it?"
Elena's eyes widened.
"Answer me!" I roared, the knife shaking in my grip from rage. "Stella's this bastard's kid? You fucking had his child?"
Tears welled up again, sliding down her pale cheeks. In that endless, agonizing silence, it felt like someone ripped my heart out and roasted it over flames.
"Yes..." she finally whispered. "Stella is Marco's child."
In that moment, my whole world crumbled. Rage threatened to tear me apart from the inside. I'd searched for her for five years, thought of her every day, and she'd given another man a kid. That blonde, blue-eyed little girl—I'd even wondered if she was mine, but she was really this bastard's blood.
"Then I definitely should kill him." My voice went eerily calm.
I turned back to Marco, watching fear widen in his eyes. The knife edged closer to his neck—
"Stop!" Elena lunged between us without hesitation.
My knife halted just before slicing into Marco's throat, only to avoid hurting her. I pulled it back, but the kill lust still boiled in my veins.
"Igor, you can't kill here!"
"Give me one reason—one fucking reason I shouldn't end this bastard," I ground out through clenched teeth.
"He saw what he shouldn't, touched what he shouldn't, and you had his kid.
And you and Marco aren't married, right?
He's not the husband you want in your heart.
I've been with you these days; I've seen it all—only you take care of Stella, so Marco's not even a decent father. That makes him deserve it more."
"But I owe him!" Elena shouted, tears blurring her face.
"When I was at my lowest, most desperate, Marco took me in!
Five years ago, on that Christmas night, you had another woman on your arm, throwing an engagement party with her, while I broke down alone in the snow.
Marco found me, got me out. For five years, he's taken care of me and Stella, so I won't let you kill him! Please... please spare him."
Her words slapped me hard, stinging like fire. She owed him. And it was all because of me. If I hadn't been a coward five years ago, hadn't chosen that damn alliance over her, she wouldn't have despaired, wouldn't have left, wouldn't owe anyone. I was the root of it all.
But that didn't change my urge to kill Marco.
"Leave the room, Elena." My voice stayed flat. "If you don't want to watch me kill him, get out now."
"No—"
I moved to pull Elena away, but just then, the door creaked open softly.
"Mommy..."
A tiny voice rang out, freezing me in place.
Stella stood in the doorway, rubbing her eyes with small hands. She wore a pink nightie, her blonde hair messy over her shoulders, like a little angel.
"I had a bad dream." Her blue eyes scanned the room, confusion clouding her small face. "Mommy, what are you guys doing?"