Chapter Two #2
“I will never hurt you, myshka . You’re mine and I protect what’s mine.
That isn’t to say you won’t be punished if you disobey me, but I will never bruise your tender skin.
Not on purpose.” At least, I didn’t have the intention of doing that.
I’d need to keep myself in check with my myshka .
She was a sweet girl, not like the women I’d been with previously.
She took a shuddering breath and I kissed her again, this time prolonging it a little.
As she softened toward me even more, I knew that she would give me anything I wanted, just like the others had.
Deepening the kiss, I backed her against the marbled wall.
The press of her curves made me even harder.
Gripping her thigh, I lifted it over my hip, then reached for the other side until I had her legs wrapped around my waist. The head of my cock slid through her slick folds.
As my lips devoured hers, I reached between us to rub her clit, loving the little moans and soft sounds she made.
I could feel her getting hotter and wetter.
Her nipples were hard little points and I pinched one, eliciting a cry from my sweet myshka .
“Already so wet for me,” I murmured, then drove deep and hard into her tight sheath. Too tight I realized a moment later as she cried out in pain.
I stared down into her eyes and realized why she’d been so nervous and scared.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” I demanded. “Did you think me such a monster that I wouldn’t have taken better care if I’d known you were a virgin?”
“I didn’t think it would matter. You were going to take me regardless. I just…” She took a sharp breath as I withdrew, then slowly eased back inside her. “I didn’t realize it would hurt so much.”
“I would have prepared you better, myshka , if I’d known. I didn’t want to hurt you. When I’m inside you, I only want you to feel pleasure.”
I kissed her softly as I slowly stroked in and out of her.
Soon, she began to relax again, and her soft whimpers changed from signs of her pain to pleasure.
I tried to hold back, wanting it to be good for her, especially since I’d already fucked things up.
A woman shouldn’t look back on her first time with regret.
Reaching between our bodies, I rubbed her clit.
It only took a few swipes before she was coming, her pussy milking me dry.
I grunted as I slammed into her three more times, filling her with my cum.
It was only after that I realized what I’d just done.
“You were innocent.” The ramifications of that sank into my sex-addled brain. “You’re not on birth control, are you?”
She shook her head, looking scared once more.
I cupped her cheek. “Easy, myshka . I should have asked before I came inside you bare. I only asked if you were clean, which you were, and you told me the truth of that. Once I was inside your tight little pussy, I was too far gone to think about such things as birth control.”
“It takes more than once, right?” she asked.
I hesitated. No, it really didn’t, and more than that, I liked the idea of her swollen with my child.
I wasn’t getting younger, and being a family man could actually help with my position in the Bratva, help me rise further.
Suddenly, I wanted to take her over and over, filling her with my cum until she carried my child.
And it wasn’t just to increase my power and position in the Bratva.
I truly wanted to see her belly round, my child secure in her womb, wanted to raise a family with her.
Her innocence drew me in, and knowing I was the only man to ever take her?
It made me feel possessive of my myshka .
There was just one small issue. Artur Orlov.
Or more accurately, the fact the man expected me to marry his spoiled daughter, Tania.
I’d not so much agreed as I just hadn’t disagreed. It could pose a problem.
“Viktor? It’s all right, isn’t it?” Cerys asked softly. “W-what happens if I’m pregnant?”
“Then we have a baby, myshka .”
I eased from her body, not missing the wince on her face.
I helped her wash, then cleaned myself off quickly.
Stepping out onto the bathmat, I reached for the two fluffy towels hanging nearby and wrapped one around my waist before drying off Cerys.
I lifted her into my arms and carried her back to the bedroom, then settled her on the bed, drawing the sheet over her.
I could tell that being naked bothered her, and while I wanted to look at her curves as much as possible, I didn’t want things to become more awkward between us right now.
There would be time later to show her what I liked and expected of her.
Having her shy away from my touch wouldn’t expedite things.
I needed her to be comfortable here, with me.
Cerys wasn’t like the other women I’d had.
They’d known the score, knew to give in to my demands, and how to suck a cock.
My little myshka was far too innocent for all that.
I finished drying myself before I slipped under the sheet and pulled her against my chest. She came willingly, even curled against me trustingly.
It warmed my heart, a heart I hadn’t even realized I still had.
The Bratva had done their best to burn the humanity out of me, making me a killing machine, taking orders without question.
But for my myshka , I had a feeling I just might be willing to buck the authority I’d followed all my life.
Sleep never came for me, though she slumbered in my arms. As the sun began peeking through the window, I rose from bed and quickly showered and dressed, putting on a crisp suit so I could get my day going.
Looking outside my front door, I saw the bags on the ground and pulled them in the penthouse.
One contained four Braille books, which I placed on the coffee table.
The other held two outfits, two stretchy bras, and a package of plain panties.
They weren’t anywhere near good enough for Cerys, but they would do for now.
I’d take her shopping when I concluded my business today.
I carried the clothing into the bedroom and set it on top of the dresser, making sure the outfits would match regardless of which shirt or pants she selected.
Never again would she wear something sheer out in public, or anything that didn’t match.
I’d never permit that to happen. Enough people had laughed at her, or stared at her body without her even knowing it.
Which reminded me about the first errand I needed to handle this morning.
Brushing Cerys’ hair back from her face, I kissed her cheek. “Morning, myshka .”
Her eyes slowly opened. “Morning.”
“You have clothing on the dresser and it will match regardless of which pieces you decide to wear. There are books in the living room on the table in front of the sofa. My kitchen is rather bare at the moment, but I will have breakfast delivered within a half hour and lunch a few hours later. There’s bottled water in the refrigerator door and a carton of juice on the shelf.
The glasses are in the cabinet to the right of the sink. ”
“You’re leaving?” she asked, sitting up and clutching the sheet to her chest.
“Yes, Cerys. I have business to conduct this morning, but I’ll be home as soon as I’m able.
Until then, try to amuse yourself. No one will enter my quarters without permission.
You’re safe, myshka .” I caressed her cheek before kissing her.
Her tongue timidly stroked mine and it took everything I had to pull away and not get back into the bed with her.
“I’ll see you soon. There’s a landline. The bar that separates the kitchen from the rest of the suite has a portable phone against the wall.
If you pick it up and press one, it will call the downstairs main desk.
” I hesitated, wondering if she’d know where the one was located.
“Press the top left button. Call them if you need something and they’ll get in touch with me.
I’ll let them know about your presence in my home. ”
She chewed her lower lip and I reached out to tug it free of her teeth.
“Will you be in danger?” she asked. “On your errands.”
I fought a smile. No one had ever cared if I would be in danger. It was… pleasant. I could get used to coming home to her, having someone waiting.
“No, myshka . Many have tried to kill me over the years and none have succeeded. I’ll return to you.”
She nodded and I pressed a kiss to her forehead before leaving, before I was too tempted to stay.
Checking to make sure I had everything I needed, I took the elevator to the bottom floor and stopped at the main desk.
Speaking briefly to the security staff on duty, I let them know about Cerys and her condition, with the express orders to call me should she need anything.
I also made sure that only those I trusted the most would be permitted upstairs.
The last thing I wanted was for someone to scare her, or think they could take liberties, like Feliks.
Until I could get the elevator code changed, I’d need to take extra measures for my myshka to stay safe.
The doorman arranged for my car to be pulled to the front of the building, then I decided to pay a little visit to Eddie Humes.
I sent a message to Maksim to let him know my whereabouts and then ignored his call.
I knew he’d try to talk me out of it, but he hadn’t seen the marks on her body, or heard everything she’d shared with me.
There was no way I would let the man get away with the abuse he’d put his daughter through.
Now that she was mine, that meant she was mine to protect, and I would exact vengeance on any who had harmed her.