Chapter 14 - Jaroslav
She rocks her hips in a slow circle above me, teasing me, but teasing herself as well. Her pussy is so wet, the juices are dripping over my cock, and I can’t take another moment without being inside her. I can smell her beautiful scent, her desire, her perfection.
I dig my fingers into her hip and pull her down onto my cock, pushing up into her tight little pussy inch by inch, forcing myself inside her and spreading her lips wide open.
She cries out when I’m halfway penetrating her, and I pause, but one glance into her eyes tells me it’s not pain. It’s the intensity of the pleasure she feels with my cock invading her. With me inside her. She wants more.
I thrust up, harder, knowing she can take it. Her pussy shudders around me, and a shiver runs through her entire body as her eyes roll back and she tilts her head toward the ceiling, letting her dark, silky black hair spill down her back.
But as I bury myself as deep as I can into her body, I have to pause, overwhelmed by the relief I feel. Savoring the moment I’ve dreamed of over and over again. Valery is sitting on my cock, her perfect little pink pussy is mine and mine alone.
And still… I want more. Grabbing the collar of the t-shirt that’s hiding her from me, I rip it off her body in one swift movement.
The fabric tears and falls to the side, her breasts are full and pale, but her nipples are hard and dark and perfect, pert little nubs.
I cup each breast in my hands and begin to fuck her slowly as I brush my thumbs over her nipples, then press them into her hard peaks.
She moans so beautiful that my cock almost explodes inside her, the thick vein running along my shaft pulses with blood, and I fight for control.
“You are too beautiful to belong to this world,” I growl as I admire every inch of her. The dip that runs between her breasts down to her nTimofey, the perfect shape of her belly button as she grinds into me, her pussy, sliding up and down on my cock.
I can’t take it.
I can’t hold back for another second.
I lift her off me and turn around, laying her down on the sofa. Pushing her legs apart, I move between them and enter her again as I pin her beautiful body beneath me.
She gasps and moans as I thrust harder into her, each push of my hips driving my cock inside her, claiming her, making her mine.
It was worth every moment of patience. Every time I controlled myself and waited…it all led to this. This ecstasy that is her.
She lifts one leg and drapes it over the back of the chair, and I slip even deeper into her. I grab her hips and raise them, arching her upward. I hold her there and start fucking her harder than ever.
Her body jolts, and I see her stomach move with every thrust as my cock pushes its way inside her.
It’s too much. For me and for her. The pleasure is building so fast that neither of us is even trying to stop it anymore.
Her legs are shaking, and her breathing is heavy and erratic as she gasps louder, moaning more frequently, a song my ears could hear for all eternity.
Valery’s orgasm slams into her, and her entire body goes rigid as every muscle spasms. She shakes uncontrollably and digs her fingers into my arm as I watch her pupils dilate. Two thrusts more and I’m with her, exploding inside her, growling with pleasure and the intensity of my release.
Years of waiting. Years of dreaming. All pouring from me into her.
We lie on the sofa, breathing heavily, our hearts beating in sync as we wait for our bodies to slow down. Her pussy is still pulsing over me, twitching, and I’m about to get hard again inside her.
Valery wiggles, moving beneath me, squirming as she tries to shift. I lift my body to see where she wants to go, and she slips off me, my cock sliding out of her.
She moves further away and sits on the end of the sofa with her legs curled against her chest. She looks overwhelmed by emotions, confused now that the urgency of the moment has passed.
“Are you ok, little raven?” I ask, worried, wanting to give her space, but unable to stop myself from reaching out for her.
She nods, smiling tightly.
“Are you sure?”
“I think…I think we should keep this casual, Jaroslav,” she whispers, her words barely reaching my ears. Casual? Did she just say casual?
“This…what just happened…you want things between us to be casual ?” Anger floods me, but I bite back against it. Withdrawing my hand from her, I sit on the sofa, leaving a space between us.
Did she not feel what I just felt? Did she not just experience how incredible we were together? We read each other like we wrote the language of love. She moved and arched in exactly the right way to intensify our pleasure.
How can she want this to be casual?
My tongue wants to spit the truth at her.
That we are together forever. There is nothing casual between is.
This is love. This is the real thing. The thing people long for or search for their entire lives and never find.
No, this isn’t casual. This is everything.
She is mine, and I will never, ever let her go.
But I can’t say those things. I can’t push her now. She felt it. I have no doubt she felt the same things I did. I can only assume that it was too intense, and she’s scared of how perfect it was.
Give her time, Jaroslav. Let her come to that realization on her own.
After a moment of heavy silence, I nod. “Ok, we can keep things casual if that’s what you want.” I smile, reaching out to touch her again, a gentle brush of my hand over her leg that she doesn’t flinch away from. She looks relieved.
My possessive side is raging inside me. It’s demanding that I tell her she is mine. But the truth is that nothing can destroy what we have, and nothing can compare. She will never find this with anyone else, so I have nothing to fear.
I lean close and gently press my lips into hers. “I’ll make you a coffee if you want to hop in the shower?”
She smiles, a beautiful sight that warms my heart. “Yes, please,” she says as she shrugs off the remains of the torn t-shirt, blushing, then clasping her arm over her breasts.
Deciding to give her the privacy she needs, I stand up first and, with one last glance at her beautiful form, I reluctantly leave her in the library and head down to the kitchen to make us coffee.
Patience. Patience is the key to all of this. It’s worked so far, and in the end, it will be the thing that pulls us together. Properly.
***
It’s late Thursday afternoon, and my phone is ringing again.
It hasn ’ t stopped ringing all week, and the temptation to throw the damn thing out of a window is becoming increasingly worse.
I get it. Things are somewhat chaotic at the moment, but that doesn’t mean that I need a one-on-one conversation with every single person in my alliances.
I can’t be in two places at once. Either they want me to be focused on fixing the issues, or they want to talk to me on the phone.
So far, it seems everyone wants to talk about this shit instead of solving it.
We had a group meeting on Monday, and I said I would look into it personally, but that hasn’t convinced them to give me the space to do so without a hundred calls a day.
I growl, looking down at my phone and wondering what Roman Milov could possibly want when I just ended a call with his older brother, Rigor, thirty minutes ago. I should let it go to voicemail. But he’d just call back again.
With a scowl on my face, I slide the green button over my screen.
“Roman, what can I do for you today?” I say, trying to force a friendly tone into my voice because the alliance with the Milovs is still fragile enough to warrant careful interactions.
“Hi, Jaroslav, I trust you are well?” he says. I hate small talk, but I must endure it.
“Yes, good. Things are good.”
“I’ll get straight to the point,” he says. Thank goodness. “I wanted to check in regarding the mishap at the warehouse with the machinery. Was it a coincidence?”
Seven machines broke down on the same day. It’s hardly a coincidence, but I still haven’t found out exactly what happened.
“No, I sincerely doubt it. I have my men going through the security footage, and we’re trying to see if anyone suspicious was hanging around the warehouse. I am still looking into it, so for now I don’t have any official news.”
“I see,” he says gruffly.
“I assure you, Roman, as I explained to your brother, we are working on it. These issues are as annoying to me as they are to you.” I’m agitated, and it’s not as easy to hide as I’d hoped.
“Not to worry, I know you’re under a lot of stress with these constant interferences. I’ll leave you to it.”
Thank fuck. His brother kept me on the phone for ages, asking about every tiny detail of our methods of solving these issues. At least Roman has more sense than that.
“I appreciate that. I will call everyone when I know more.”
The call ends, and I huff out a breath of pure agitation, tossing my phone into the top draw of my desk and slamming it closed. I can’t handle another pointless call today. I need to get some work done; otherwise, I’ll never solve anything.
Clicking on my computer, I open the detailed report my floor manager sent me last night.
It lists every incident we’ve had over the past few weeks, even the ones we at first thought were just random mishaps.
Looking at it mapped out like this makes it clear that there isn’t anything random about it.
This is a steady onslaught of small attacks, building with each one, as the perpetrators become bolder.
I’m taking notes, trying to plot out the attackers’ routines, when my phone rings again. A low, frustrated growl rolls from my lips as I tug my draw open. Anton Milov. These guys need to talk amongst themselves and leave me the hell alone.
“Anton,” I snarl, answering his call.
“Jaroslav, we have another incident.”
“Fuck.” My heart sinks. What is it this time?
“I know. It’s probably the last thing you want to hear. Late this morning, I got a call from Jarrod, the operations manager at—“
“I know who Jarrod is,” I huff.
“Of course. He informed me that five staff members started vomiting all around the same time. One… that wouldn’t be a concern, even two.
But for five men to come down with some kind of sickness all within the space of thirty minutes…
he suspects that someone poisoned something in the break room.
The men are at a local hospital being treated, and he’s closed down the breakroom, and we have a team from pharmaceuticals in there now. ”
“For fuck sake, it never ends. Thank you for responding to the incident so quickly. Can I leave this one in your hands? My desk is flooded with this shit.”
“Yes, I figured you’d have a lot on your plate. I’ll get back to you when I know more.”
“Thanks, Anton.”
***
I hang up the call and drop my phone onto a pile of paperwork.
Leaning back in my chair, I groan loudly and cup my hands over my face.
There has been one persistent worry plaguing me since this started.
Is this an inside job? Are my alliances perhaps working against me?
The abashing, for example, have always hated me.
Maybe they hate me more now that I’ve taken their sister.
I don’t want to think like this, but I have to consider all options.
“What was that about?” Valery asks, and I open my eyes to find her standing in the doorway of my home office, looking stunning in a long black dress made of fabric soft enough to tease my mind.
“Nothing, just some issues at the warehouse.”
She walks into my office, slowly wandering around my desk with her delicate fingers tracing along its edge. “I’ve noticed your phone hasn’t stopped ringing this whole week. And there seem to be a lot of mishaps.”
I stare at her with my eyes narrowed. “It’s nothing for you to worry about.”
“But what’s going on?” she asks, sitting down on the edge of my desk with her beautiful legs swinging gently back and forth.
For a moment, I’m not sure if I should discuss work- related issues with her.
Surely I should shield her from this type of stuff.
I want her to feel happy and carefree, not worried about things she can’t control.
“Jaroslav?” She says my name with her brows raised and her lips pursed together.
Sighing, I relent.
“We’ve been under attack, but the attacks are subtle, annoying, damaging, but not specifically violent.”
“How so? What have they been doing?” she asks.
I lean back in my chair again, folding my arms behind my head and rolling my neck to try and ease my aching muscles.
“Well, last week we had a number of items go missing. Not products, but items we need to run the warehouse. Tools for measuring and scanners for stock take. That type of thing. We’ve also had some larger machinery tampered with, damaged.
Five workers all fell sick at the same time.
If you took just one of these incidents on its own, it could be ignored as insignificant.
But together, and with the persistence of it all, we have to conclude that someone is messing with us. ”
Valery sits quietly, watching me, her eyes bright, her thoughts busy.
A smile spreads over her face, and she tilts her head to the side. “Let me help,” she says, enthusiastically.
“No,” I answer too quickly, too abruptly. I don’t want her involved in this.
She pouts, disappointment flashing in her eyes. “I can help, Jaroslav,” she huffs.
“It might not be safe, Valery. I’d rather you kept your distance from the operations.”
She scoffs and rolls her eyes, sliding off the desk and standing over my chair with her hands on her hips.
I know that look. Feisty, determined, unrelenting.
“I actually know how operations work, I know a lot more than you think, and I can be helpful to you. Do you even know how stressed you are? You’ve been moody and short with me all week. ”
“Have I?” I ask, shocked. I hadn’t realized it was spilling over into everything I do. “I’m really sorry, little raven. Alright. How do you want to help?”
She grins and looks proud of herself. “I’ll go with you to the warehouse next time. I need to take a look around. Maybe if I can see any security footage you have available, too.”
My jaw clenches. I don’t like this at all, and I really don’t see why she would know more than any of the men I already have working on it. But I can’t say no to her, not after seeing that beautiful smile and the glimmer of curiosity spark in her beautiful eyes.
“You can come with me to the operations center tomorrow morning.”
She leans over me and wraps her arms around my neck, hugging me, doing a little dance at the same time. “Thank you,” she says happily.