12. Chapter Twelve
CHAPTER TWELVE
V iktor
My little milyy was incredibly stubborn. I didn’t want to break her spirit, but she would need to learn to be a bit more obedient, if she wanted to survive our relationship.
However, as I forced myself into her overly tight heat with a heavy thrust of my hips, I realized what Tiffany was really trying to convey with her pleas that I cease.
She was a virgin.
But I wasn’t the only one who drew blood. So sharp and surprising was the pain to her, that she clamped down on my fingers like a bit on a bridle.
I froze, and resisted the urge to use violence to retrieve my hand. After all, it was my fault. I went in too hard. If I had known, I would have used a little care.
Tears leaked out the corners of her closed eyes. I was too hard and selfish of a man to feel bad. While I hated the undue pain I caused her, I had no regrets. She was mine. All mine. Maybe I was her deity after all. Because I would be her alpha and omega, her first and her last, her beginning and her end. She would not exist separate from me.
“Tiffany,” I murmured. “May I please have my hand?”
Though she eased up some, she shook her head.
“ Milyy, while I appreciate your devotion, I do not want you to get sick. My blood cannot taste good.”
She slowly opened her eyes. I offered what I hoped was a small, apologetic smile. She relaxed her jaw and allowed me to withdraw my bloody fingers. I should be more disturbed than I was to see my blood on her lips, but instead, I found her even more irresistible.
I lowered my head and passionately kissed her, tasting the special elixir that was her cum and my blood, and becoming damn near drunk off the power of it. Never had I done something so richly erotic.
When I broke the kiss, Tiffany looked up at me like I was her world, and bit her bottom lip shyly, looking innocent and sweet, despite the blood smeared across her face.
“I promise I will make this feel better for you.”
She relaxed some and nodded, her fingers playing with the edges of my hair, while I gave her body another minute to adjust to the intrusion. She trusted me even though I had injured her. I was humbled by the moment.
I began to slowly move my hips, taking a quick glance to note how much sanguine fluid I had spilled. She’d orgasmed earlier, which likely thinned the virginal blood staining my cock.
I slowly sank into her hot channel, and it took all of my strength not to come deep inside of her immediately.
Her pussy clenched on my cock. I groaned, grabbing the back of her neck and thrusting a little more deeply. I went to withdraw, but her thighs tightened around me when I tried to pull back.
“No, don’t go.”
“I’m not going anywhere,” I growled in her ear. And for the first time, I meant the shit I said, with my whole heart. Her blood staining my cock bound her to me for life. She would never be free again. “Tell me when you are ready.”
I kissed her then, tasting our passion on her lips. She moaned, an encouragement I used to intensify the kiss. When her body gave in to instinct, and Tiffany ground her pussy on my cock, I nipped her neck in response.
“Oh, fuck! Oh my God.” Her legs shook, as her cunt milked my cock with her pleasure.
My eyebrow raised. I hadn’t even started moving yet. Tiffany was panting, her cheeks red, and I could see she wasn’t faking it.
“You’re perfect for me, baby.” Her eyes widened at the English endearment, and I grinned before kissing her soft lips and asking, “May I?”
She nodded, and much to my relief, I moved my hips.
I took my time with her at first . I pulled more orgasms from her body, and when she was shamelessly screaming my name, as if I didn’t have soldiers in the hall, or a house full of guests, I took her hard and rough, claiming her as my own.
“One more, milyy. We come together this time.”
I wrapped one hand around her throat and the other on her clit, slamming into her slick heat. Lightning raced up my spine and I shoved my face in the nape of her neck, inhaling her scent deep inside of me.
“Come for me ,” I commanded, and bit down on her neck. I let out a loud moan when I felt her muscles clamp onto my shaft.
As we came down, I loosened my grip on her throat and pulled out of her. She wheezed beneath me, but didn’t seem upset that I almost choked her out. I kissed her lips, kissed her cheeks, wet from tears and blood, then her forehead. I was pleased. Pleased with her. Did she have any idea that she was now mine?
I got up to go into the ensuite bathroom. When I came back out, Tiffany was sprawled on the bed, snoring lightly. Chuckling lightly, I walked over to the bed and spread her legs, noting the wince that marred her sleeping face. She was sore. She would be that way for a day or two. My cock wasn’t small. That couldn’t be helped.
I scooped up the bit of my cum that had leaked from her channel and shoved it back inside her. This was my pussy now. This was my woman. And her womb would be mine too.
While I cleaned her up, a plan began to form. Father had already chosen a useless cunt for me, to appease those Italian fucks. I needed to deal with that. I could get out of this engagement that my father was insisting on, but first I needed to get Tiffany somewhere safe. I couldn’t leave her here in the open for both my family and enemies to eliminate.
I decided to take her to my private penthouse, which was mine and mine alone, and known only to a few, none of which were related to me. It was something I had bought for myself, for when I needed space away from the family. It had state-of-the-art security, including hand scanners on all the doors, and thumbprints needed to open the windows. Impenetrable.
After taking a quick shower, I re-dressed and left the room quietly, to give directions to my most trusted men to collect some supplies, and to have the car ready at the back door. I was going to drug her. Just a little bit, if only to make this whole experience more pleasant for her. After all, I didn’t want her waking up and freaking out, because she was trapped in my trunk.
I needed my father and his staff to think I was moving a dead body, not kidnapping a contracted server from the party.
One of my men returned with a syringe.
“Properly dosed as I specified?”
He nodded, and I didn’t like it. I should have done it myself. I wanted to be able to delegate important things the way Alexie did, but truth be told, I didn’t trust these men. Not their loyalty as much as their capability. My brother didn’t surround himself with the smartest the Bratva had to offer. He preferred his men pliable and ignorant, so he could feel more powerful.
“She needs to remain alive,” I cautioned. “If she dies in my trunk, you will be joining her in the afterlife. Understand?”
More nodding.
God help me.
I snatched the syringe from his hand, and again cursed my brother. I studied it. It looked right. But if this harmed my milyy, I would literally tear him apart with my bare hands.
Tiffany’s eyes opened when I injected her, and her mouth hung in shock, her glare accusing me of betrayal. I decided to just be honest. If she were anything like me, she would prefer it.
“Only for an hour,” I soothed. “I need you to look dead. It’s a safety precaution.”
She narrowed her gaze, released an agitated breath, and I made note to watch my back when she woke up. This was not a woman to be trifled with. She looked all innocent and sweet, but she was a predator at heart. And the only thing I had on her was her ignorance. She had no idea that I knew she was a killer at heart. It was kind of thrilling. Knowing she was like this, made her all that much hotter.
And now she was mine. All mine.
When her features relaxed, I wrapped her in the bloody linen. Perfect. The staff would tell my father all they saw; the bloody sheet, the limp body, me driving off with it in my trunk. And the exterior cameras would confirm it.
I lifted her into my arms, frowning at her weight. She was too light. She needed to eat more.
My most trusted men opened doors and cleared the way, as we took back halls and servant passages to the back, and wide-eyed staff scuttled off, used to seeing such things but not wanting to be associated with it.
We headed to my car, and I gently laid her in the trunk. I would drive her alone. I directed some men to follow, and others to stay behind, get the room cleaned, and deal with any who might ask after her.
“Do so politely,” I instructed. “I don’t want to hear rumors.”
The drive to my private home in the sky seemed surreal. In the quiet, I contemplated my next moves, and soon, pulled into the underground garage. I owned this building. The staff would ask no questions, and they would ensure Tiffany stayed put, once I placed that order.
I laid Tiffany down on my bed, unwrapped the dirty linens, and put her underneath the covers.
My phone vibrated in my pocket. Damn it. I left the room and clicked the door closed before answering Roger’s call.
“What?”
“Where are you?” he hissed into the receiver. “Your father is looking for you, to introduce you to some of our new allies. And you should be seen with your new fiancée, not running off for a quick fuck with the help.”
I nearly broke my teeth as my jaw clenched with rage. “Business needed to be handled,” I gritted, reminding myself that Roger had no idea that Tiffany would soon be my wife. “I am not at the estate.”
“You need to be here. Alexie looks to get his position back. Do you not want to run this family, Viktor? Maybe you are not as serious as he is.”
“Explain yourself,” I snarled.
Silence.
“Don’t make me remind you of where your loyalty lies,” I warned. “I am not in the mood for your secrets and manipulations.”
“I am not a child for you to scold,” he muttered.
“Then tell me.”
He cleared his throat. “It would seem your brother has found a way to dispute your claim to the throne.”
“How?” I held my phone so tight, I swore it would crack.
“A legitimate heir. Alexie looks to present a son to your father to succeed him. A child they could raise to be a more suitable leader.”
My world stopped for a brief second. The thought of another Alexie in the world made me want to order his death. But if I did, the men may martyr him.
“I won’t let that happen,” I promised my godfather.
“Then do your duty. Remember, as long as he’s breathing, you are not safe.”
The click of him hanging up on me made me want to slit his throat for the disrespect. They all wanted to see me fail. Fucking Alexie. Always trying to one up me.
But they had no idea who they were dealing with now. In the past, I bore the guilt and played the part of the willing whipping boy, for something that was not my fault. But those days were over. I served my penance. Now I would rise from the ashes and soar, and if need be, my reign will be one of fire and blood.
I glanced back at my bedroom door. It wouldn’t be long before Tiffany woke up. Soon, a child would grow in her womb. A true Bratva heir. One they wouldn’t, couldn’t refute. I might be the black sheep they didn’t want to accept, but as it stood, I was the heir, not Alexie, and my child would have a stronger claim.
I wouldn’t allow anything to get in my way. Especially not Alexie.