20. Chapter Twenty
CHAPTER TWENTY
I walked toward the rooms I shared with Benedikt, my mind weighing heavily. Maybe I was overthinking, but my future with him seemed bleak. I didn’t want to be locked in this mansion forever. However, I didn’t know what I wanted to do with myself either.
A more active role in The Zarya Academy might help.
Distracted, I walked into a hard wall. I would’ve fallen backward, had powerful arms not wrapped around my waist, holding me in place. I looked up and saw it was Benedikt. His eye smoldered as he took me in and pressed my body closer to his.
“There you are,” he rumbled.
“Me?”
He placed a soft kiss on my lips. “I’ve been looking all over for you.”
There was something a bit menacing about him. I wanted to squirm out of his arms, but fighting a predator was never a good idea.
“What did you want me for?” I looked around him, seeking help. He wasn’t doing anything inherently bad, but he felt wild against me.
Out of control.
He dragged me into a dark corner, and pressed me against the wall. I gasped when I felt his hard cock pressing against my stomach.
“You smell like the sweetest snack,” he murmured. “I’m going to eat you alive, wife.”
He knelt for me, and I glanced down at him with my mouth gaped open in surprise. I thought for sure he was going to choke me with his hand, while thrusting his dick deep inside me, because we were out in the open.
Instead, his head disappeared underneath my dress.
I had gotten into the habit of wearing them without underwear for him. I hadn’t even realized I’d been doing it until now.
“Benedikt,” I gasped when I felt his hot tongue slide inside of me.
“Shh, you don’t want them to hear you,” he whispered. His hand slid up my chest to my mouth, and he covered my cries with his large hand.
My moans were smothered as I cried out. He made me feel so fucking good. I couldn’t see past it. Dick drunk or something. I’d never felt this way for a man, and he wasn’t just any man.
He was my husband.
I almost dislodged his hand when he found my g-spot, then Benedikt stood and undid his zipper.
“Shhh, my malen'kiy angel. My pretty little wife,” he whispered in my ear, as he slid home. “I’m going to breed this pussy, and take good fucking care of it. Just keep quiet.”
How could I, when his large cock was bumping against my cervix? I cried out behind his hand, as he thrust deeper inside of me. I hadn’t thought he could go any further, but he proved me wrong.
“Oh my fucking god,” I mumbled against his hand .
“God’s not here right now. But I am. You can cry out my name, I’ll make sure no one hears your screams, my malen'kiy angel.”
I throbbed on him, heat rushing through my core as he called me that nickname. From the start, his deep raspy voice, praising me in Russian, turned me the fuck on. I might not know what he was saying, but my vagina didn’t give two shits.
“Fuck me,” I cried out.
“Oh, I will,” he growled in my ear, giving it a harsh bite.
My walls pulsated around his cock, and he nipped at my neck. I gasped in pleasure, as my hips started moving faster with his thrusts.
I was gonna come, and I said as much behind his hand.
“Come all over my cock, wife. I’m going to fill you with my seed, and get you nice and big with my child.” His whispered promise was sealed with a deep bite on the side of my neck.
I detonated, crying fresh tears as I lost myself in my orgasm.
“That’s a good little wife,” I heard him murmuring against my ear, when I came to again.
Benedikt pulled out and stuffed himself back in his pants. He lowered my dress and grabbed my hand. We headed to our rooms. He helped me remove my dress and went into the bathroom.
Would he mourn me if I disappeared, or just move on?
I was a little cock drunk and stood in place. My body was trembling from everything he’d done to me. A little while passed, and Benedikt came back into the room, and ushered me into the bathroom.
Steam rose from the tub, as he had run me a bath in my stupor. Benedikt helped lower me into the tub and placed a kiss on my forehead, brushing my white locks away from my eyes. He did that move often.
His fascination with my hair didn’t turn me off though.
It didn’t feel malicious or unkind. I truly believed he was in awe of me. Like in his mind, I was created uniquely for him. I couldn’t help that I felt this way about him. Even if he’d murdered a ton of people.
He saved my life.
I can’t tell if he wants to save me or just control how I die.
Benedikt was unaware of my thoughts as he stepped back and took off his clothes. I made room in the bath for him, but he moved toward the standing shower right next to the tub. I could see the opaque walls from my bath.
I kept him in my sight as he slowly washed every nook and cranny of his body. When he was finished, he turned off the water, and walked his wet body toward me. I watched as he slid into the bath water.
“I didn’t want to dirty your bath with my sweat,” he rasped in explanation.
My brows lowered. “But my sweat is acceptable for you to sit in?”
“Wife, I’d drink your bathwater if it brought you joy.”
I shuddered in distaste. “Please don’t do that.”
He grinned.
I placed my foot in his lap and trailed my toes along his abs.
“We are leaving tonight,” Benedikt said, startling me out of my daydreams.
“What? Why? To where?” I stood up in the bathwater.
Benedikt looked up at my naked body, with lust shining all over his face. “It’s no longer safe for you here.”
“But why? Is it because of my family?”
Benedikt’s eye narrowed. “Sit,” he commanded.
I sat back down in the water.
“What do you know of your family?”
I shrugged. “I think all my memories have returned.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?” He started massaging my feet.
“I guess I was scared.”
“Of?” He rubbed my calves .
“That you would want me to leave, and I wasn’t sure where I would go,” I whispered. My truth lay bare underneath this fluorescent light.
“And now?”
I didn’t answer. Benedikt stopped his massage and his grip grew tighter. “How do you feel now?”
“Like if I’m with you, I’m safe. That I’m a good girl in your eyes, and you won’t hurt me,” I said meekly, feeling like a small child at this moment.
“Only with pleasure, my malen'kiy angel. I would never harm you.”
I believed him. He hadn’t harmed me. Not like the other men. I nodded, not that I thought Benedikt was asking my consent. We were leaving. He’d decided. I was going along with it because my memories showed me I couldn’t trust my family.
Maybe there was someone I could trust.
But not now. Not while it was all so fresh. We got out of the bath and got dressed. It wasn’t an awkward silence. It was simply quiet between us, as we each focused on our thoughts.
Before I knew it, we were heading out of the mansion.
Benedikt took me to the outskirts of Russia, where his house was. We must’ve taken the scenic route, because servants were moving our things in when we finally arrived.
“Welcome to our home.” He grinned.
It was like leaving the city turned him into a whole different person. His energy felt lighter, and his smile was more natural. Was this the real Benedikt? Carefree and joyous.
We stepped out of the car, and I gazed up at the structure.
The mansion was massive, yet reserved, with few visible windows, each framed in deep wood and protected by iron shutters, that seemed designed to withstand more than just the elements. The windows themselves were high and narrow, fitted with frosted glass, diffusing the light within to a cold, ambient glow. Around the base of the mansion, an intricate wrought-iron fence surrounded the grounds, adorned with sharp, Nordic-inspired flourishes, and Bratva symbols etched into the posts.
Benedikt swept me into his arms and carried me over the threshold. I let out a gasp of surprise and wrapped my arms around his neck tightly. I couldn’t bear to look at his eye, so I took in my surroundings.
Inside, the decor was grand yet minimalist. Dark, polished wood lined the floors, and stone fireplaces graced nearly every room, their ornate mantels adorned with ironwork, and subtle carvings of ancient Slavic symbols. Long, dimly lit corridors connected the various wings, and high, vaulted ceilings echoed with a sense of old-world luxury. Heavy tapestries and fur-lined drapes covered the walls, adding warmth and absorbing sound, creating an almost reverent silence throughout.
“Your home is lovely,” I whispered.
“Our home,” Benedikt corrected as he looked down at me.
“Ours,” I murmured, but I couldn’t help but feel like this life was going to come tumbling down. I didn’t know how awful it would be. I guess I didn’t want to know.