38. Chapter 38

Chapter 38

Talia

I woke up with a start, the ringing of my phone piercing the quiet stillness of the mansion. The digital clock on the bedside table blinked 2:47 AM in angry red numbers. Groggily, I reached for my phone, my heart pounding for reasons I couldn't quite place yet. The number on the screen was unknown.

"Hello?" I croaked, trying to clear the sleep from my voice.

There was a pause, then a low chuckle. "Talia," the voice drawled, sending a shiver down my spine. "I'm sorry I didn't get a chance to escort you out of the restaurant."

I sat up straight, every nerve in my body on high alert. "Vic," I whispered, recognizing the menace in his tone.

"Yes. You have quite the fire in you. I like that." His voice was oily, dripping with dark amusement.

My mind raced, recalling the incident at the restaurant. The memory of his hand over my mouth and the injection in my neck flashed in my mind. "What do you want?" I demanded, trying to keep my voice steady.

"I wanted to let you know that Aleksandr has figured out I killed Mikhail," he said casually as if discussing the weather. "So, my plans have changed. I was going to kill you, but now… now I think I'll kill Aleksandr instead. And you, Talia, you will be my prize."

I felt a wave of nausea. "You're insane," I spat.

He chuckled again. "Insanity is a matter of perspective. I'll see you soon, Talia." The line went dead.

I sat in stunned silence for a moment, my heart racing and my mind reeling from the threat. Then, instinct took over. I had to find Aleksandr. I couldn't be alone, not after that call.

I slipped out of bed and padded silently to the door, careful not to make any noise. I made my way down the darkened hallways, my pulse echoing in my ears.

When I reached Aleksandr's room, I paused, my hand hovering over the doorknob. The door was slightly ajar, a sliver of light spilling into the hallway. I pushed it open gently and stepped inside.

Aleksandr was standing by the bed, shirtless, with a long gash across his chest. He was methodically bandaging the wound, his eyebrows pinched together in concentration. My heart lurched at the sight of him hurt.

"Aleksandr," I whispered, my voice trembling.

His head snapped up, his eyes locking onto mine. "Talia? What are you doing here?"

"I got a call," I said, rushing to his side. "It was Vic. He… he said he's coming for you. He wants to kill you and take me."

His eyes darkened with anger. "That bastard," he muttered, wincing as he tied off the bandage. "We went to the warehouse tonight where he was hiding, but he got away."

My hands shook as I reached out to touch his chest, the rough texture of the bandage stark against his smooth skin. "Are you okay?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

He covered my hand with his, squeezing gently. "I'm fine, kiska . It's just a scratch."

"How the hell did he get your phone number?" Aleksandr growled.

"I'm not sure. Tell me what happened tonight. I need to know."

He sighed heavily, brushing the hair away from my face. "We were able to get into the warehouse undetected. There was a shootout, and many men died."

"Did any of your men get killed?" I asked, chewing nervously on my lip.

"No. A few of them are wounded, but they will heal." Hooking his finger under my chin, he tilted my face to look directly into my eyes. "Tell me exactly what Vic said to you."

I repeated the conversation, my voice growing steadier as I recounted the details. Aleksandr listened intently, his expression grim. When I finished, he pulled me into a tight embrace.

"I won't let him touch you," he vowed, his voice low and fierce.

"I don't want to be alone," I admitted, my voice breaking. "I'm scared, Aleksandr."

He stroked my hair gently. "You're safe here, with me."

The tension in my body began to ease as his warmth enveloped me. I looked up at him, our faces inches apart. His eyes softened, and we stared at each other for a moment. Then, as if drawn by an invisible force, our lips met in a slow, tentative kiss.

The kiss deepened, a rush of heat spreading through me. Aleksandr's hands moved to my waist, pulling me closer. My fingers traced the lines of his muscles, careful to avoid the fresh bandage. He groaned softly against my lips, the sound sending a thrill through me.

Before I knew it, he was feasting on my mouth. My heart beat frantically as the world outside ceased to exist, and we lost ourselves in each other. With one hand, he pulled open his pants, freeing his cock.

I stripped off my pajamas and stood naked before him. Sliding his hands over my ass, he cupped my cheeks, pulling me into him. His long, pulsing cock pressed along my wet slit. Reaching down, I grasped him in my hand, sliding my fingertips along his shaft.

"Fuck, baby," he moaned, gritting his teeth. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he lifted me up, positioning me over his cock. The tip pressed into my pussy as he sucked on my breasts. Suddenly he dropped me, his cock spearing into me. I cried out, bracing my hands on his shoulders for balance. He gripped my waist, moving me to drive his cock in deeper. When I'm fully seated on him, he kisses me firmly on my mouth.

"Ride me," he commands, smacking my ass, getting my full attention.

I close my eyes, relishing the sensation of his balls pressing against my ass. My pussy is stretched wide, swallowing every inch of his cock. I begin impaling myself on him over and over. Wrapping his arms around my waist, he pins me in place.

"Look at me," he growls.

I open my eyes, as Aleksandr pistons in and out of me, never breaking eye contact. Reaching between us, I touch my clit, rubbing it with my finger as he fucks me ruthlessly. My inner muscles tighten around his cock as pleasure crackles down my spine. I chase my orgasm, rolling my clit between my fingers.

Holding me tightly, he slams me down on his cock, thrusting up each time. I choke on a scream as my pussy clenches around his cock, an orgasm bursting through me. His eyes glaze as his release hits, jets of cum shooting out of his cock, filling me up.

Kissing me tenderly, he holds me until the last wave of my orgasm subsides. Gently lifting me, he slides his cock out of my pussy and then lays me on my side on the bed. Tucking me into his body, he pulls the blanket up, kissing me one last time.

"Sleep, kiska, " he encourages.

That night, I found solace in Aleksandr's arms, our connection a silent vow to protect each other from the darkness threatening to consume us. Whatever came next, I knew we would face it together.