Chapter 15 - Avraam
When she blatantly asks me to touch her, I can’t hold back for another second. She kissed me first and made the first move. It’s obvious I’m not the one who started this— this time.
I’ve wanted her since the day I carried her into the house. Even though I spent a lot of time denying it, I can openly admit to myself right now that I want this— and now she wants it to.
Her lips are swollen and pink from the kiss. Parted as heavy breaths escape her. Her eyes have a demure hint of mischief when she looks at me.
I run my hands over her body, feeling the curves and soft arches of her ass. Enjoying how she is rubbing herself against me, encouraging me with those little sounds she is making. Soft moans, little gasps and slow easy breaths.
In the back of my mind, there is an alarm going off.
A warning.
Telling me over and over again that she might be tricking me.
This might be an attempt to escape, a way to distract me before she makes a run for it. The warning is looping on repeat and I’m trying to be logical—while my body responds in a very physical way and pushes all logic to the dust.
I have to admit though—I took a huge risk bringing her out here with me today. It would be the perfect opportunity for her to get away. If she wanted to escape—now would be the moment.
I try and focus on how she is behaving. I’m trying to read her, to understand her—to figure out if I am being tricked or not.
She seems lost in me. Completely absorbed by the moment we are sharing.
The way she is moving, and breathing cannot be fake.
The more I watch her, the more I know she isn’t playing games.
She is enjoying this openly and genuinely. She is wildly turned on by me and it’s making my cock even harder to know that.
Watching her enjoy herself is driving me crazy.
I slip my hands under her ass and lift her in my arms, carrying her to the long sofa in my office.
The warning alarms in my mind have been silenced.
All I am focused on now is her—and what I want to do with her.
Standing next to the sofa, we kiss, and I feel her undoing my shirt buttons. My heart races because I know what she wants, and I won’t say no when it goes too far this time.
I tug her clothes off, piece by piece, savoring each glimpse of her body until she is naked in front of me.
I lie her down on the sofa, lowering myself onto her, watching her, enjoying her.
She looks nervous, maybe even a little scared, but she doesn’t look like she wants to stop.
Gently, I push her legs apart and brush my cock over her pussy. She’s soaked. I take a sharp breath in, wanting to thrust into her and fuck her so hard she screams, but I would never do that.
This is her first time.
It isn’t even about me.
This experience is something she will hold onto forever in her memories. I am the first man she has ever been with.
I push my cock into her, just a little bit, pausing for a moment. She goes rigid—tense with nerves and looks uncomfortable.
“Are you ok, Ruslana?” I ask quietly, willing to stop if she has changed her mind—but fuck, I hope not.
“I’m ok, it just—it hurts a little,” she stammers, closing her eyes.
“Open your eyes, butterfly. Look at me. I’ll move slowly, ok. It’s just you and me here.”
She nods, her gorgeous green eyes lock onto me as though I am all the reassurance she needs.
I push my cock further into her and I feel her pussy stretch open around me. She whimpers, but her lips part and she takes a breath of pleasure at the same time.
“Oh,” she says, sounding surprised.
The slightest smile touches my lips.
She is giving me this gift that she has never given anyone before.
As I push my cock deeper into her, penetrating her, the first person to ever be with her, I feel a surge of possessiveness flood me.
I wrap my arm around her back and hold her closer against me.
“You’re too beautiful,” I whisper. “You drive me crazy, every moment I am around you.” She shivers with delight as I slide out of her and slowly back into her. Her nails are digging into my back as she sways between pain and pleasure.
I slowly push into her again and this time, I feel her pussy relax around my cock. She is ready.
I start to fuck her, still gently but taking complete control of her. She tilts her head back, sweet little moans falling from her lips.
My cock grows harder inside her, and I worry that I will hurt her, but she is loving it now.
She spreads her legs wider around my hips and uses her hands to pull me back into her whenever I pull out.
I speed up, my rhythm growing faster and faster and her crying out louder.
When she gets too loud, I clasp my hand over her mouth and grin. Fuck, she is perfect. She is everything I want.
Her legs begin to shake, and she arches her back up towards me.
“Look at me when you come, butterfly. I want to see your eyes.”
She focuses on me and I move my hand away from her mouth so that I can watch her beautiful face. I want to see her, every emotion hidden in her expression. Her pussy starts to throb over me, pulsing, building tension, until suddenly, all of the energy is released when her orgasm washes over her. She doesn’t pull her eyes off me and the sight of her orgasming with my cock buried deep inside her is more than I can handle. The pleasure of it sends me right over the edge and I explode inside her. Knowing that I am the only one who has ever been with her, the only man to ever have her—it sends a rush through me. An intense thrill of wild need.
I need to be her first for everything.
I need to be the only man who ever takes her.
I want to keep her with me forever. She has to become mine. She has to belong to me.
We lie on the sofa, breathing heavily, she giggles softly and snuggles against my chest. It tugs at my heart and pulls me deeper into her.
I am obsessed with her.
Slowly I pull out of her, seeing that my cock is covered with her blood.
She flushes bright pink, embarrassed.
“I’m so sorry—“ she stammers nervously.
I grin and shake my head, “No, Ruslana, it's beautiful. It’s completely normal for your first time. Don’t be sorry at all.”
In fact, the sight of her virgin blood on my cock is turning me on again.
I want to have her over and over again—to never have to be without her. I want to hold her, possess her—
I lean back slightly, looking down at her. How do I explain how I feel?
How do I tell her that I want more—I want to be with her—that she has touched my heart?
My phone rings loudly, jarring into the air in an intrusive blare of noise.
I reach over to where it's lying on the floor next to my pants and press it against my ear. The intrusion is annoying, but Dex doesn’t call me for no reason. He is the type of man who will message before he dials. So, if he's calling—it’s something that needs my attention.
“Dex,” I say into the phone. Still looking at Ruslana.
“Sir, there’s been an attack at one of the warehouses. I think you should come down here if you can. I’m dealing with it, but it’s a fucking mess—and I want to show you something,” Dex says, sounding heavily burdened with what he’s seen.
“I’m on my way. I’m coming straight from the office in town, so I won’t be long. Just hang in there.”
Pushing off the sofa, away from Ruslana, I explain in a hurry that something has happened, and we have to go.
I wish I could have stayed lying next to her for longer, but this—I have to attend to this.
***
My head is spinning with thoughts as we drive towards the scene.
I glance over to her, sitting quietly in the passenger seat, looking out of the window. I want to reach out and place my hand on her thigh, but that will distract me even more.
I’m trying to clear my mind of what just happened with Ruslana so that I can pay attention to this issue at the warehouse. But her body, the way she gave herself to me—it’s like a haunting dream—a heavy fog clouding my thoughts and my vision. She is a drug, and she has me addicted to her after one dose.
I try again to push the images of her from my mind.
What do I need to focus on? What do I need to figure out? I start running through questions in my mind. I don’t have the answers, but the process of asking them helps me focus and stop thinking about the incredible sex we just had.
Who is doing this? Who is behind these attacks?
We haven’t been attacked like this is a long time. Is there a new enemy in town?
It’s not a far drive and we arrive at the warehouse quickly.
Climbing out of the car, I run into the building with Ruslana close behind me. Dex meets me at the front entrance and leads me to the men who were injured. In the corner, I see the men who were killed, covered with sheeting that is bright red, stained with their blood. I bite back the anger inside me.
“How many did we lose?” I ask quietly, leaning over a man who has a bullet wound in his leg.
“Three good men,” Dex says tightly. “The ambulance is on the way for the others.”
I look over the men who have been given basic first aid. They all look ok. Injured, bleeding, in pain—but they will live. They were luckier than the others.
I turn my attention back to Dex.
“Fuck. Who was it? Who did this?” I snap angrily. I hate that I wasn’t here to protect them. I hate that my men have to face these dangers. Our world is never safe—but I do the best I can for my people.
“Look here,” he points to a shell casing, a unique bullet. Something rare and not easy to get your hands on. “This is what I wanted to show you.”
“It’s the same gun that was used in the last shooting. During that collection,” I say darkly. “It’s the same people behind the first attack and this one.”
Dex nods, his face rigid with worry.
“We have a new enemy.”
“But who is it?” he whispers, not asking anyone in particular.
But then everything falls into place and I work out exactly what’s going on—I can’t believe I didn’t see it earlier. Anger peaks inside me, shooting through me in a sharp spike of adrenalin.
“I know exactly who the fuck it is,” I snarl, spinning towards Ruslana.
She flinches away from me when my eyes land on her. I turn all of my anger onto her.
“Do you think you can distract me while your brothers tear my men apart?” I shout at her. “ You did this. You may as well have killed these men yourself because of the part you played. Just because you didn’t pull the trigger yourself doesn’t mean you aren’t a murderer just like your brothers are.”
I am furious and she can see it.
She looks completely shocked because I’ve worked it out. She was such a good actress. She played her part so well. But now I can see straight through her.
Why else would she be so willing to give herself to me like that?
She has been communicating with her brothers somehow and she used today to distract me so that they could get in here, behind my back.
My fists are clenching and unclenching at my side as I step towards her. She steps back, looking terrified. Lifting her hands up to defend herself.
“I didn’t have anything to do with this,” she whimpers. But I know it’s an act. She is coy and deceitful, and I will never fall for it again.
The death of these men is on her hands. She has to bear the burden of it. The loss their families are suffering. This was pointless and cruel. There was no reason to kill them. No reason for them to have to die.
Her brothers are sick fucks to carry out a plan like this.
I step even closer to her and grab her arm, dragging her across the warehouse. I pull her close to the dead men, covered in those white sheets. Ripping one of them away, my heart pulls tight at the sight of his face—half of it blown away by a bullet that ripped through his cheek and exploded out the side of his head.
After a second, I pull myself together, grab Ruslana by the back of the neck and force her to look at him.
“He died because of you,” I snarl angrily. “Look at what you did.”
Tears are streaming down her face, but I don’t care. She needs to see this. She needs to see the reality of what she did. The blood. The death. The pain.
She yanks herself away from me, almost falling backwards.
She’s sobbing.