Chapter 37 #3
I reach down to guide the head of his cock inside of me, just enough to make us both gasp, before I think to tell him, “I’m not on birth control.”
“Good. Once might be all it takes,” he says, his voice rough. He smirks down at me, waiting. I’ve barely nodded before he thrusts forward so hard the air leaves my lungs as I adjust to him.
He groans as he fills me perfectly. And when his upturned lips claim mine, I feel complete.
I’m surprisingly happy with the last person I ever thought could make me feel that way.
Despite all the heartbreak, Gavriil has made me stronger. And I’ve made him just a little bit softer.
Not that I would ever tell him so. He would be unnecessarily savage just to try and prove otherwise.
I lightly smile into the kiss as my hands venture around his body, feeling every groove, line, and dip of muscle. My thighs fall open more as he rocks into me, my arms winding around his neck.
Gavriil’s eyes meet mine, his expression softening, only for me. He lowers himself down to his forearms, one hand brushing over my head in a touch so intimate that I can’t think of anything else for a few seconds.
“Alina,” he groans as he picks up his pace.
My nails sink into his back as he goes harder, deeper, faster, finding that spot that sends pleasure rolling through me. “Yes! Just like that. Don’t stop.”
What more could I want? We’re intertwined. Our bodies joined together. As close as two people can get, but still, it’s not enough.
As if thinking the same thing, Gavriil doubles down, pushing me into the mattress with his larger body. I love the weight of him on me. The urgency, as if he can’t hold himself back a second longer.
My second orgasm comes out of nowhere, ramping up within me as he moves between my legs, determined and eager. There’s no stopping the pleasure that follows.
It’s deeper than the first one, erupting within me and consuming me. I writhe beneath him until the point of losing my voice, his name echoing off my lips.
Gavriil pushes his hand into my hair, holding tightly, making me look into his eyes as he spills inside of me while shouting in Russian. He kisses me through the bliss, still rocking his hips as if to push his seed deeper until we’re both breathless and spent.
I float back down to my body, peace settling over me as I stroke his hair. My lips move slowly against his. Tenderly.
Gavriil doesn’t say anything as he rolls us to our sides, holding me close to his chest. Cuddled up to him, I hear his rapid heartbeat next to my ear.
He strokes my hair and my back, every motion lulling me more and more.
“You’re too good at that,” I tell him honestly as I brush my lips to his skin. “I want more, Gavriil.”
I expect him to immediately roll me over to take me again. But he doesn’t. He just holds me tighter, and whispers words in Russian.
It’s so comfortable being in his arms, that as much I try to stay awake, to enjoy every second before it ends, my body betrays me.
Just as sleep starts to steal me away Gavriil says, “I have to go. And so do you, printsessa.”
“A few more minutes,” I murmur, snuggling against him.
I wake up when there’s a knock on the door, the warmth beside me already gone.
I stare at the spot where Gavriil should be, a deep ache filling the entirety of my chest. I guess I’m not surprised, even if it doesn’t feel like I slept for long at all.
I wish he would’ve stayed until I woke up.
Another knock sounds.
“Yes?” I call out.
The door opens halfway as I yank the sheets up to cover my naked body.
“Get dressed. Hurry up. The Pakhan wanted you gone an hour ago.”
Okay then.
I get a glimpse of Valentin and another guard standing out in the hallway. My stomach sinks when they shut the door again. But I push past the nauseating feeling to slip out of bed to pull my clothes back on.
When I approach the door, I pause before I reach it and look back at the cage, a mixture of emotions churning within me. I hated being kept captive in it, but in a way, it helped me understand him a little better.
I can’t completely forgive him, but I don’t think he wants me to. Gavriil prefers to be hated because he doesn’t think he deserves to be loved.
Did he manage to break me? Yes, just not in the way he intended or I expected.
The door opens again, and I can see the impatience and tension on Valentin’s face before he snaps, “Come on.”
The guards flank me as they take me farther down the hallway where Dominik is also standing between two guards outside of his room, his hands zip tied together in front of him.
His eyes meet mine, and a brief flicker of guilt suddenly ignites within me. But it fizzles out when he nods at me, as if in understanding how I said goodbye to his brother and forgives me.
Gavriil had me once, while Dominik will have me forever.
I go to his side, my hand gripping his arm.
The guards hurry us downstairs to the foyer where men are rushing around. We head out the front door of the house, our shoes hitting the front porch.
My eyes widen a hint as I glance around at the beautiful expansive property I haven’t seen in weeks. The fresh air is so nice to breathe in.
I haven’t been outside in so long that it’s nice to feel the warmth of the sun and light wind on my face.
And then I see the black SUV waiting ominously for us.
It brings back memories of the first night I met Dominik, the night he kidnapped me off the street, taking me away from my old life and giving me a new one.
I tighten my grip on Dominik’s arm as we approach it, my stomach flip flopping. I can’t believe Gavriil is sending us away like this. Dominik and I finally get to be together outside of a cage or a cell, but this…this doesn’t feel like freedom.
This feels like exile.
We’re being pushed away.
Valentin opens the door to the backseat and motions for us to get inside.
I hesitate, faintly pulling on Dominik’s arm when he steps forward first. I meet his eyes before he offers me his restrained hands to help me get inside.
After I climb in, Dominik sits next to me, and not a single word is spoken. There’s just too much to say.
The door shuts behind us. Renat is behind the wheel, Viktor next to him. I glance behind the back seat to find Petrov, and all of our things packed in the very back of the car. I try to tell myself that we’re just picking up where we left off, but that’s not the case anymore.
Too much has changed. What’s between Dominik and me has changed and what’s between Gavriil and me is different from that, but no less intense.
Renat starts the car, the sound of the engine making my stomach drop. Then he drives away from the house and through the gates surrounding the property.
I can’t help but look over my shoulder, watching the gates close behind us. A lump forms in my throat, and I rip my eyes away, my thoughts loud and unignorable.
This doesn’t feel right.
I should be ecstatic that Dominik and I are finally free, but the circumstances of everything else make this feel hollow. Gavriil didn’t even come see us off.
He chose not to, which makes things feel even more unfinished between us after being together earlier.
He could die in this war, especially without his second by his side, but Dominik chose to leave.
And I want to be with Dominik. I do. I know that he can’t go back to following orders again. Nothing can go back to how it used to be once the war is over.
Dominik breathes in deeply through his nose, his body stiffening even more than it already was. His eyes dart around as we drive further away.
Without a word, he reaches over and takes my hand, easing my nerves just a little. We’re both treading unfamiliar waters, keeping the other from drowning.
Eventually, I’ll have to accept things as they are, but for now, all I know is that freedom shouldn’t feel like leaving part of my soul behind.