Chapter 19 #2
"Yes," the man replies, happy with his upper hand. "It was the first interesting thing you've done in a long time."
"Besides killing Victor?" Alexei asks, curious as he steps closer.
The man frowns, looking between both of us. "She killed your brother?" he asks. "This is what the death promise is about?"
"You didn't know that?" I ask. The man doesn't answer, which tells me he didn't in fact know that. How? I'm not sure. I thought it was common knowledge amongst our circles why Alexei and I were fighting. And what for.
"Chet thinks she'll be easy," Alexei says, smirking. "That all it takes will be to move her away from a bodyguard and then she'll be ripe for the picking."
The man licks his lips, before smiling. "Is that not true?"
Alexei backs up on a laugh. He turns to me and places a much larger hunting knife in my hand.
"Take this," he whispers. "Press hard. With one clean slice. Show him that you're not ripe for the picking."
He leaves me with the knife and retreats to the back corner of the room. I look over my shoulder at him only once. Nerves swim in my stomach, but I do what I know I have to.
I make an intentional swipe across the man's throat.
The sight is unsettling as blood sprays over my clothes and the walls. All I can do is watch as the man gurgles and chokes on his own blood. It's a horrific thing to see but the way it makes me feel is unexpected.
I feel… powerful.
There's no time before in my life that I have felt power like this. I react to situations, I don't control them. I hide and manipulate, concealing what I want and the role I play in it. This is something different.
I turn over my shoulder to look at Alexei, who stares at me with something intense that I can't quite name.
It's like I am pulled to him magnetically; it's only background noise as the man slumps to his death and I trace a path back to Alexei.
I hold my hand out to give him the bloodied knife, deeply inhaling as he takes it and wipes it clean with his shirt.
I'm still surging with something. A need to test, to prove, what this power means.
My hand reaches out and Alexei stiffens as I gently place my hand on his chest. I take one step closer.
"What are you doing?" he asks, the words biting out of him impatiently.
I take his hand and push him into the wooden chair by the table. He could resist but he doesn't, thumping down with an oomph.
"What are you doing, princess?"
When I straddle his lap his head goes skyward on a sharp inhale that sounds borderline painful. I grind against him and lean into his ear to answer. "Whatever I want."
I sink out of the chair and onto the floor on my knees.
Looking up at him, even from this position on my knees, fills me with a power that I can't describe.
He may be looking down on me right now, but there's no doubt that all the attention is on me.
I hold all the cards. I decide what happens next.
I run my hands up his thigh gently, feeling him quiver beneath me. I need him to be as broken by my touch as I am by his. To be all consumed by me as I am by him right now.
Alexei reaches out and grabs me in frustration, holding my hair back and pulling my head. In my face he growls, "Stop fucking teasing me, and finish what you've started." He presses my face down against his crotch so I can feel how hard I've made him.
My skin prickles at the thought of what I've done.
I unzip his pants as I'm told and his hard cock springs free like it was just waiting to bust out this whole time. It's the first time I'm seeing it up close and fucking hell. He's huge, and he's…
"Pierced," I say.
"Does that scare you?"
"Yes," I answer honestly.
"Good," he says. He lets go of my hair just as I place my lips around the head of his cock, sucking deeply as he bucks in the chair. I run my tongue up and down his shaft, salty pre-cum flooding into my mouth.
His hips buck up to meet me, and warmth floods me within, too.
Every time I take him in my mouth, his cock hitting the back of my throat, I'm getting wetter and wetter.
All I can think about as I suck in my cheeks and pleasure him is how badly I want to feel his cock inside me.
I don't care how gone I am, or how far this is taking me off my path, I just need all of him. Now.
"Fuck, princess, just like that," he groans, throwing his head back.
I'm spurred on even further with his encouragement, lost in the feeling of him. And I wonder how long I've been lost in this feeling. Because I'm sure now that I've been lost in Alexei Rushkoff from the second I laid eyes on him.
His hips start bucking up harder, pushing his cock deeper into my mouth.
"Oh fuck," he says again, this time gripping my hair forcefully and holding me in place as he fucks my mouth. He's hard and rough, and each thrust feels like a little too much but I'm not willing to stop it.
He releases me from his cock and moves to stroke himself.
"No," I gasp. He stops suddenly and looks at me with a feral fury. "Come in my mouth."
He closes his eyes and inhales again, ripping on my hair harder and forcing me back onto his cock, where all I can do is hold my mouth open as he fucks me furiously.
"Fuck, princess, I'm gonna come," he says, grunting as he pushes up into my mouth.
I feel his cum explode. I am breathless as he empties himself into my mouth. When he finally regains his composure, he looks down at me, eyes going feral again as he sees me sitting there with his cum in my mouth.
"Swallow it," he commands.
So I do, and even as shame sinks over me when I realize what I've done, power still follows in its wake.