CHAPTER TWELVE
Anastasia
I know he is furious, and honestly, I do not blame him.
This meeting placed me in danger, and if not for Oleg’s quick thinking, I have no idea what would have been my fate.
I owe Fyodor some sort of explanation, but I have no intention of telling him the truth about what happened, though I know that he won’t let it go that easily.
His concern for me does seem truly genuine, but how do I know if I can trust him?
Once the car parks in front of the mansion, I storm out, heading straight to my room, hoping that somehow that will discourage Fyodor from trying to bring up this matter now.
It definitely will not prevent it completely, as he will still visit this sooner or later, but it could give me enough time to put my story together.
If Fyodor is pissed by my actions, he barely reacts as he follows me inside. Oksana, who seems to be busy with something, steps out to greet us. She is not a stranger to my erratic behavior; she simply stays out of my way as I race to my bedroom.
“Is everything all right?” I overhear her ask Fyodor, whose simple answer is that everything is indeed all right, and I am just a little tired.
Once again, Fyodor seems to be going the extra mile to protect me, and I wonder if this is all a facade. A means to throw me off and make me discard the idea that he was behind today’s attack.
Someone sabotaged the meeting, and if there’s anything I’m convinced of beyond a reasonable doubt, it’s that there’s more to my brother’s death than meets the eye.
If only I can get something solid.
First, I need to change into something comfortable. I take off my clothes, and just before I am about to change into my bathrobe, I hear a soft knock on my door right before Fyodor opens it.
“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t know you’d be changing,” he apologizes.
Whatever anger he had steaming in him seems to have vanished, and I intend to use that to my advantage. “Please, it’s fine. I just needed to change into something else since I felt stuffy in those clothes.”
He steps inside, looking a little embarrassed. I have yet to figure him out, especially since this isn’t exactly the first time he’s seen me naked. Not only has he seen my entire body before, but I am also carrying his children.
Or is he ashamed to look at me?
I got into a conversation with a friend at the hospital one time, and she told me how her husband seemed to treat her with contempt. He simply ignored her and acted as if she didn’t exist. I’m not sure if the same is true with Fyodor, but it doesn’t seem so.
His eyes seem to take me in, and I notice that there’s a bulge in his trousers. The man is clearly turned on just by seeing me naked, and something about that feels empowering, but at the moment, we have more serious things to deal with.
“Do you know how you scared me today when I heard you on the phone? It felt like my whole world was about to shatter!” he begins as he walks toward me.
I really want to believe him, but why would someone like Fyodor, a cold-blooded killer, care about me?
Yet ever since I got married to him, he has shown nothing but sincere care and love for me, and somehow, I can’t seem to put together that the man who killed Alexei would go to such considerable lengths to keep me safe.
Maybe it’s his sense of guilt!
His guilt must be so great that he is protecting me as some sort of penance—but that might be me trying to justify his actions.
“I am fine. There isn’t any reason for you to be scared,” I try to tell him.
“I’m worried about your safety!” he snaps, and almost immediately, he realizes what he has done. His sudden outburst took me by surprise, and I jerked back.
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have screamed at you,” Fyodor says as he covers the distance between us.
Something about him being this close to me makes me feel vulnerable, and a small voice in my head warns me that I’m playing with fire by letting him be this close.
“It’s fine,” I say, looking away from him.
“No, it isn’t. I shouldn’t have yelled at you,” Fyodor says as he places his hand on my shoulders.
The conversation would have continued like that if I didn’t notice the bulge in his pants. This man just can’t seem to handle me being naked, and I ask him about it.
“Do you want me that much?”
He lets go of me, trying to come up with an excuse, like that his cock has a mind of its own, and sometimes it reacts this way.
“But you weren’t that horny on our way here.
” This has to be a reaction to me being naked, and I can’t help but remember the words of my friend back at the hospital.
“If it has a mind of its own, then I bet it would love it if I did this,” I say as I take off my bathrobe, letting it drop to the floor.
I shouldn’t be doing this!
But this is nothing but a beautiful distraction—a way for me to get Fyodor to completely forget about the events of today, at least temporarily.
“Anastasia,” Fyodor begins as he tries to move away.
He seems to be in conflict on what to do. Realizing that Fyodor has been caught in a loop, I get on my knees and reach for his pants. Unbuckling the belt doesn’t take much time, and I quickly free his cock from the confines of his boxers.
“There, I can tell the beast is hungry,” I joke right before I plant a kiss on the throbbing purple head.
A moan escapes Fyodor as I wrap my hand around his thick shaft, noticing how warm it is.
“This feels so good,” Fyodor groans.
The two times we’ve been together, Fyodor placed my pleasure above his own, and maybe now I can switch things around. I have given blowjobs a couple times before, mainly because Dylan loved them, but I have never really enjoyed it.
Taking a deep breath, I take Fyodor’s cock in my mouth. I hear him suck on his teeth as I tickle his shaft with my tongue. “You don’t have to do this, Anastasia.”
I look at him and tell him that this is my way of paying him back for saving me.
I bob my head down the shaft of his cock, realizing that this feels powerful, having his cock in my mouth.
Once I stop, Fyodor looks at me, and I can tell that there is no way he’ll be bringing up the issue of what happened today now.
He draws me closer, and I notice how he places his hand on my butt, slapping it lightly.
“That was…” he trails off, almost as if he doesn’t have the right words to say.
“Now I need to pay you back,” he says as he gently guides me to the bed.
He tells me to lie down, and without question, I follow his instructions.
At this point, I am too far gone to care about the fact that Fyodor isn’t a man that I should be getting intimate with. That is something I’ll weigh in on in the morning.
Fyodor parts my lips, and before I can take a look at what he’s doing, I feel his tongue right on my pussy lips. He doesn’t take his time to warm me up but instead dives straight into action.
“Yes… That’s it,” I moan as he begins to eat me out with passion.
Today is different from the other times, almost as if Fyodor is trying to match the competition.
For me, I enjoy every moment of his tongue slurping and licking my labia, especially when he tickles my clitoris.
Not wanting him to stop, I place my legs on his shoulders, trying to force him down, and Fyodor doesn’t resist.
He takes things up a notch as he begins to suck on my clitoris, an act that takes me to cloud nine. Fyodor shames Dylan in every dimension; even when it comes to oral sex, Dylan still has a whole lot to learn.
Suddenly, my entire body starts to spasm as my orgasm draws closer and closer. Every time with Fyodor, I end up experiencing a powerful orgasm that makes me realize what it means to be a woman, and I don’t think any woman in my shoes would give that up.
Fyodor continues with his tongue, reducing me to a pile of moans as my orgasm draws closer and closer.
“Yes!” I scream as I tighten my legs around his neck, holding him down with every fiber of my being. Waves of pleasure wash over my body, and it isn’t until Fyodor gently taps my leg that I realize what I am doing.
“Loved that, didn’t you?” Fyodor asks as he looks at me.
“Yes,” I reply lazily as I manage to sit up.
His rock-hard cock is still dangling right in front of me, and I know that Fyodor is ready for the real action, and he’s not the only one.
“I want you now.”
He gives me a wolfish smile as he kisses me passionately, this time holding nothing back. “We need to get you comfortable first,” Fyodor tells me.
Finding the right position isn’t difficult; being the small spoon makes it easy for Fyodor to slip inside me, and as his cock slips deep within me, I realize how I am starting to get addicted to the feeling of his cock in me.
“Are you okay?” Fyodor asks with concern.
“Yes, I’m fine. Just make love to me, Fyodor. I need you to make love to me.” The words slip out of my mouth before I realize it.
“You don’t need to ask, Anastasia,” Fyodor says, kissing me as he begins to move his hips.
There’s no going back on what I just said, and as Fyodor slams his cock into me, I realize that I have definitely developed an addiction to this man.
Moans continue to escape me as Fyodor brings his hand to my aching boobs, his fingers pinching my nipples, adding to the sensation that’s already driving me insane.
“Do you love that?” Fyodor whispers into my ear.
The hot air in my ear, the pleasant pain from my nipples, and his cock deep in my pussy are enough to drive me toward another orgasm. With how much Fyodor is all over me, I know for a fact that tonight’s going to be a long night, and I intend to enjoy every bit of it.
Fyodor suddenly slaps me on the butt, and that acts as the final catalyst, sending me over the edge.
“Hmmm,” Fyodor begins to grunt, and I realize that he is going to have his own orgasm soon, and I clench my pussy walls, wanting to make his climax as quick as possible since I can feel another of mine building up as well.
“I’m close, Fyodor,” I call out in the throes of pleasure.
“So am I,” Fyodor groans, increasing his thrusts, the sounds of our bodies hitting each other filling the room.
He places a kiss on the nape of my neck, and right then, I let out a long moan as my orgasm overpowers me. Fyodor’s body seems to freeze up, and I feel his seed spill deep inside me. We both remain in that position, Fyodor’s dick still within me as I try to process what has just happened.
I need to clarify my feelings toward Fyodor.
The more intimate we get, the harder it will be to get my revenge, and the very last thing I want is for me to fall in love with my brother’s killer.