Chapter Eleven
Ada
Two Months Later
I wake to gentle kisses peppering my face and chest. I groan and roll toward it, and Viktor pulls me up to lie on his chest. This is what we do every morning.
He wakes me after he has had his post-workout shower with gentle kisses.
I roll to him, and he pulls me to him. Sometimes we fall asleep, but sometimes he fucks me wide awake.
When he lifts me slightly before slowly lowering me on his cock, I groan.
“Good morning, my beautiful wife,” Viktor says.
“Good… Oh, fuck!” I cry out when he suddenly starts slamming his cock into me, holding tight onto my hips. When I start rocking my hips, he releases his grip on me and lets me match his rhythm so our bodies collide.
“God, yes,” Viktor groans before bringing my breast to his mouth to suck and bite my nipple. “Perfect. So damn perfect.”
“I need more,” I groan. When he suddenly stops us, I whine dramatically and drop my head.
“More how, baby?” he asks.
“Mmmm,” I whine.
“Come on. Say it. This is the third day in a row,” Viktor says, smacking my ass.
“I really… really want you to take my ass,” I admit.
“My dirty little wife wants me to fuck her ass, huh?” He teases, tickling my sides.
“Yes!” I laugh and wiggle. “Just… lots of lube. And ignore me if I tell you to stop.”
“So just keep going, even if you beg for mercy?” he asks, rolling me to the bed but putting me on my belly.
“Yes,” I say. Viktor grabs the pillows and stacks them under my hips to lift my ass before grabbing lube from the bedside table.
“I’m not going to be kind, Ada. Understand? If you want pain…” he says.
“Please. I really want it,” I groan as he teases my ass with lubed fingers.
“Okay, remember I love you, Pretty Girl,” Viktor says.
“Just go sl…” I start to say, but he suddenly grabs my hips and forces the full length of his massive cock into my ass with one brutal thrust. A scream rips from my throat as I try to get away from him.
He holds onto me tightly as he fucks my ass with violent strokes.
I am screaming and clawing at the bed, but all of my movements get me pushed forward so much that I am pressed against the headboard.
He grips onto the frame with one hand, and it only gives him more leverage.
As he is fucking me, he reaches over and gets the rose toy out of the nightstand.
He simply pushes deep before pulling me up to my knees so he can fix the pillows.
My reprieve is short as he turns the rose on its highest setting and presses it to my clit.
Viktor bends me back over the pillows, and the toy stays pinned in place.
I am beyond words as I bite down on the comforter and scream my pleasure as orgasms are ripped out of me one after another. He is fucking my ass so hard that my belly and ass hurt. I can feel him deep inside of me, and the pain never relents.
All of a sudden, I am hit with an overwhelming sensation that I have to pee.
I tighten my body around his cock in anticipation, making Viktor moan.
“Fuck, Ada,” he groans as his cock pulses inside of me.
When he comes, the feeling of him filling my ass sends me over the edge, and warmth floods out of me as I nearly sob through my orgasm.
When he lets me lie down, I am almost hysterical. I have no fucking idea why, and I stay confused as he takes his time cleaning us and the bed. When he is finished, he pulls me to his chest and rubs my back while I continue to calm down.
“I don’t know why I’m crying,” I sniff.
“Because I just violently fucked your ass,” he laughs. “It’s just subdrop, baby. It’s when there is a sudden drop, like going from repeated intense orgasms to nothing. It’s overwhelming.”
“Oh,” I say. “That was amazing. I’m going to need you to keep matching that energy.”
“Okay,” he laughs. “I’m glad you enjoyed it, baby.”
“What are we doing today?” I ask.
“Alan finally got a meeting with Angelo,” he says. “Someone called and set it up.”
“Can I come?” I say happily, popping up to look at him.
“Of course,” he says. “You don’t have to ask permission, baby. Always assume you are welcome wherever I am.”
“I feel insane for not expecting the bare minimum.”
“It’s not insane, Ada. You were traumatized by Chris. He was emotionally abusive, and it takes a while to unlearn those habits,” he tells me. “Let’s get dressed, and we can go to this meeting, hmm?”
“Okay,” I say, leaning up to kiss him. “I love you, Viktor.”
“I love you too, Ada,” he says sweetly, kissing me once more.
Viktor opens my door and takes my hand as I step out. “Hello,” Alan says cheerfully.
“You are awfully happy,” I laugh.
“I am,” he says. “Come see why,” he says. I look at Viktor, and he just shrugs, equally as confused.
We follow behind Alan into the building.
I’m not sure what exactly this place is, but when we get inside, I realize that this is a live-in care facility.
Why are we here? I say nothing as we walk down a hallway, turn left, and go to the end of that one.
We turn into a room, and I see an older man lying in a bed asleep.
A man stands from a chair in the corner to greet us.
“Hey, Alan,” the man says, glancing at me. He is probably around Viktor’s age, no more than ten years older.
“Who is he?” I ask Alan, pointing to the man in the bed.
“That is Angelo,” Alan says. “He suffered from a stroke two years ago and has been in a coma since."
“That’s why Christopher went after me,” I say. “He came into my life after his dad had a stroke.”
“That’s what we are thinking,” the man says. “Do you remember me, Ada?”
“Uh,” I say. “I… feel like I should. Did you know my parents?”
“Yes,” he says with a soft smile.
“I don’t have many memories from before they died,” I say. “All of the trauma that happened after their death with foster care… It overshadowed it all.”
“My name is Griffin Pavlov,” he says. “I am your older brother.”
“What?” I ask. “You… I don’t have a brother.”
“You do; he was just a bit of a dumbass in his younger years,” Griffin says.
“I am eleven years older than you. When I was fifteen, I killed someone. Mom and Dad agreed that jail was better for me because I could still have a life after. They could have gotten me out of it, but I’m glad they didn’t. ”
“When did you get out?” I ask.
“About five years ago,” he says. “By that point, you had long since grown up. I was afraid that me coming into your life would make it worse, so I just watched from the outside with Alan.”
“What is up with you hiding people, Alan?” I ask, and he laughs.
“I just wanted you to see for yourself that Angelo is not a threat to you. It took a long time to track him down, and we assumed he died, but this is far better.”
“Indeed it is,” I say, staring at Angelo. “Well… Griffin, I don’t really know what to say.”
“All I am asking is for a chance to get to know my little sister,” he says. “The last time I saw you… God… Probably when I was first sentenced, and you guys came to visit. They decided it was going to be far too traumatic for you to see me there, so they didn’t bring you up there anymore.”
“Maybe we can go back to the house and make lunch?” Viktor suggests.
“Actually,” Alan says, almost cautiously.
“Goddamn it, Alan,” I say with a sigh. “What other secrets are you about to pull out of your ass?”
“You’ll see,” he says with a grin. “Follow me to my old house.”
“The one Archer was held in?” I ask with a frown.
“Yes,” he says. “We turned it into a safehouse.”
“Okay,” I sigh.
We walk outside and load up to follow Alan and his closet of skeletons. When we stop, Viktor comes around to open my door, and Griffin joins us. I am shocked to see Archer, Maisy, Kendra, and her partners here. They even brought the twins.
“Hey,” I say to Archer.
“Hey to you,” he says as he hugs me.
“You gonna be okay here?” I ask him. “Kendra?”
“Uh. It’s been renovated, so it helps,” Kendra says.
“I’ve already cried today about it. We’re good,” Archer laughs. “Who is he?”
“Uhm… my older brother, Griffin,” I say. “Fin, this is… whoa…”
“What?” Viktor asks.
“You called me Fin,” Griffin says. I see flashes of memories where I am very young and playing with a doll. Griffin is there playing with me.
“Fin! The baby is hungry,” I say to him in my memories.
“Ada,” Viktor says, lifting my chin to look at me.
“I have a brother,” I say tearfully. “I forgot him.” Viktor turns me so Griffin can wrap me in a tight hug. “I’m so sorry, Fin.”
“Shhh. It’s okay, Ada. We have all the time in the world,” Griffin says. “Let’s go inside and see what Alan is hiding from us.”
I walk between Viktor and Griffin up onto the porch, stopping dead in my tracks when I hear a familiar laugh. I start to tear up, and only Alan seems to understand why. “Go on,” Alan says with a smile.
I step forward and push the door open. I am suddenly flooded with emotion when I see my parents standing with Martin and Noel.
“Daddy,” I say tearfully as I rush to him.
When he hugs me tightly, I fall apart. Dad moves me to sit with him, and Mom takes me from him to hug me. When she pulls away, she holds my face.
“Oh, Ada. You are still so beautiful,” Mom says sweetly. “We’ve missed you so much, baby.
“Where have you been?” Griffin asks protectively.
“Don’t be like…” Dad starts to say.
“Don’t be like that?! Are you fucking kidding?!” Griffin snaps.
“A little help here?” Dad asks Alan.
“Don’t look at me. I had to do the same thing, and I wasn’t gone but a year. You left those kids for more than a decade. You knew the consequences of coming back and disrupting their lives,” Alan says.
Griffin grabs my hand and pulls me up. He wraps me in a hug, and I let him for a moment. When he pulls back, I go to Viktor. “Did you know?” I ask him.
“No. I definitely would have ratted them out,” Viktor says, kissing me.
“I was raped in foster care,” I say to my parents. “My first foster home. I was raped by the dad. Violently, I might add.”
“You weren’t supposed to be in foster care. You were supposed to live with Alan and…” Dad starts to say.
“Did they know that?” I ask. “Why did you leave? What reason was I raped for?”
“Angelo wouldn’t leave you alone. If we were gone, there would be no one to prove a point to, so he’d leave you be,” Mom says. “We decided that disappearing was best. We knew it would hurt, but we’d rather you hurt emotionally than be turned into a sex slave by Angelo.”
“Did your explosion hurt anyone?” I ask.
“The neighbors beside us died. They were days away from being jailed for child porn,” Dad says. “So it was worth it.”
“Why are you back now? And where were you?” I question.
“We were in France, but we got word that Angelo was in a coma and wouldn’t recover, so there was no reason to stay hidden,” Dad says. “I know we have a lot to make up for, and I know gaining your trust will take time, but we will do it.”
“She didn’t know who I was,” Griffin says quietly. “She had no idea who I was.”
“Oh, Griffin,” Mom says softly. She stands and hugs him. He finally gives in and hugs her back as he sniffs away tears. “I’m so sorry, Griffin. Leaving you in jail wasn’t right.”
“It made me a better person,” Griffin says.
“Who did you kill?” I ask.
“Our uncle for touching you,” Griffin says. “I walked in on him making you use your mouth. He was angry because you kept gagging, or something. I took a picture and sent it to Dad before putting you in your room so I could get a metal bat and beat him to death.”
“Well, damn,” Viktor says with a chuckle. “Sorry.”
“This is my husband, Viktor,” I say simply.
“It’s good to meet you,” Viktor says.
“I don’t remember this,” I say.
“Good,” Griffin says. “I’d do it again, except maybe I’d shove the bat up his ass first.”
“That would be therapeutic,” I laugh.
“Look, kids. I know we have a lot of trust to build back, but we will,” Dad says. “No matter if we had good reasoning or not, we still abandoned you two. Maybe things could have been prevented if we had gone about that differently.”
“We love you both so much,” Mom says.
“I love you too, Momma,” I say.
“How about we all go back to the house and eat? Alan, why don’t you invite the others?”
“Hey, that sounds like fun,” Alan says with a grin. “I’ll round everyone up, and we can continue this over burgers.”
“Sounds good,” Viktor says. “Everyone just follow us.”
I walk back to the truck with Viktor. We get loaded up and start driving toward our home. We sit with our fingers intertwined, and I couldn’t be happier. I always used to watch everyone else’s life to avoid the reality of my own. I am learning that not even death can hold our grave secrets.