Chapter 13 - Clara

It is a horribly tense dinner, with Alexi and his siblings getting more and more heated. They are both angry at him for risking the alliance with my uncle by kidnapping me, and he's defending himself with fire.

No matter how many times they ask him why he took me, he doesn't seem to have an answer—or if he does have an answer, he is definitely not sharing it with any of us.

Why the hell did he take me, then? At first, I thought his whole family was in on it. But in the meantime, they've had no idea, and he's in trouble for acting on his own. I'm so confused about this whole thing.

His temper is getting worse and worse and I feel my own nervousness start to increase. I am fidgeting and almost drawing into myself, wanting to be away from all of this increasing loudness and tension.

I hate it when people get angry.

It makes me so anxious.

I start shifting in my seat at the dinner table, unsure if I should try and help defuse the situation or if that would make it worse. I wouldn't even know what to say.

When Alexei starts shouting, arguing with Anya in some verbal standoff, I know it is definitely best if I keep my mouth shut. I've never had siblings, I don't know what the norm is in these situations. Anya is sassy and quick with comebacks. Neither of them are backing down.

"Will you two grow up ?" Oleg snarls at both of them so loud it makes me jump.

"Or what?" Alexei and Anya both say at the same time, glaring at him.

I bite my lip, wanting to crawl under the table, when I see the look in Alexei's eyes. He's furious. Anya has this dark smirk on her face. She's feisty, and I am beginning to think she is just enjoying pushing his buttons, but Alexei is flat-out angry.

This isn't good. Because when they leave, I am going to be stuck with him. I don't know how to deal with his anger or mood swings.

I wish they had never shown up in the first place.

I close my eyes, trying to stop the increasing dread building in the pit of my stomach.

Anya sighs heavily. "You are the one who made this stupid decision, Alexei, and we have every right to let you know that we don't like it."

"If you don't like it, you should leave," his voice booms through the room.

Oleg sits back in his chair and folds his arms across his chest. He shakes his head at both of them. "Anya, please pour our rather emotional brother another glass of wine so that he can calm the hell down. And will you please stop provoking him?"

"Don't spoil all my fun," Anya chuckles, reaching for the wine bottle and topping up Alexei's glass.

"You have been a thorn in his side since you were born," Oleg laughs.

"I have to do something with all my free time." Anya shrugs, grinning.

I glance left and right across the table between Oleg and Anya, who are smiling. They are teasing him.

I can't believe this.

Here I am, waiting for him to rain hell down on them, and they are busy teasing him.

I glance at Alexei, expecting him to lash out again, but he grabs the wine glass, takes a big sip and huffs out "I hate you guys" with a massive, loud sigh.

"Oh please, you wouldn't survive without us. Remember when you accidentally locked yourself in the basement?" Oleg prods him even more.

"Why the hell are we talking about that now?"

"Because I have never seen a kid so angry before in my life, to this day…" Oleg laughs loudly, a heartfelt sound that makes me smirk.

"It's not even relevant at all, " Alexei snaps, still sulking.

He's still angry, and getting more and more annoyed, but his anger hasn't gone past that point—the point that I am afraid of.

I watch him for a while, finding myself attracted to his stern expression and broody glares. He isn't anything like my uncle. My uncle would've thrown a plate at someone who spoke to him like that. He would have been screaming and smashing anything within his reach.

The house staff run and hide when my uncle gets angry. I can't. I have to be present, so that he has someone to shout at.

Alexei is moody as all hell, but he's just soaking in it, the constant taunts they are now throwing at him. He's dealing with it. His eyes dark and menacing, but with absolutely no threat in his body language.

I bite my lower lip, admiring the way his arms are flexing as the agitation ripples through his body.

Finally, Anya and Oleg ease up with the tormenting and carry on eating dinner.

Anya finishes first. Pushing her plate a little away from herself she says, "Fine, we won't tell Leon and Yefim, but you need to sort this out fast, Alex. Before Giorgio finds out what is going on."

"Agreed," Oleg says, putting his fork down. "Fix this. As in yesterday . We will keep your secret, but not for long. I don't like hiding things from each, other and if Yefim and Leon find out we have been hiding it, it won't be good for any of us."

Anya shakes her head. "If Leon finds out, I am flat-out denying knowing anything at all."

Alexei nods. He's still mad, but there is some relief in his eyes now that they have agreed to give him time to figure out what the hell to do with me.

He stands up, brushing his hands over his thighs. "Alright you two, get the hell out of here. You've created enough drama for one night," he says, a touch of playfulness hidden behind the annoyance.

"We're leaving. But you better answer your phone if I call." Oleg waves his finger at Alexei and Alexei's jaw muscles feather.

I stay seated at the dining room table until they have stopped their little back and forth, then when Anya and Oleg start walking towards the front door, I follow, keeping back a bit.

Just before leaving, Anya turns towards me. She whispers, "Keep him on his toes," then winks and walks out the door.

Alexei waits for them to climb into their car.

He opens the security gate with the flick of a button, then closes the front door and sighs heavily, leaning his head against it.

"Fuck," he mumbles. "I really wasn't ready for that."

I stand, quietly watching him.

Yes, he lost his temper, and I could see how annoyed he was, but he didn't call any of them nasty names—he didn't get personal with either of them. He didn't throw things and get ugly.

He really isn't anything like my uncle.

"Are you okay?" I ask timidly, not sure if now that they have left his mood will change.

"Fine," he snaps.

"Why did you get so angry?"

"Just drop it."

"Don't tell me what to do," I sass back at him.

"Clara."

"I want to know. You were totally fine until Anya asked if there was someone else looking for me."

"And? What is your point?" he growls, glaring at me.

"I don't get it. Why would that make you angry?"

He shakes his head and walks away from the front door. I follow him through to the living room where he pours a vodka at the bar.

He downs a shot and then pours another one.

"Alexei—"

"Because I don't want to even think about another man touching you, okay? I don't want to think about another man even looking at you, let alone showing serious interest in you. I took you. I want you. You are mine," he snarls angrily. His eyes are dark and dangerous as he throws me a look that tells me he means every word of it.

I take a step towards him, my heart beating fast and my breathing starting to quicken. What does he mean I want you?

"What would you do?"

He stares at me, not answering. A dark brooding in his green eyes.

"What would you do if I told you someone else out there was looking for me?"

I know there is no one else out there looking for me, but for some reason his jealously interests me. I like it. I like how possessive he is being over me. I have never really experienced someone being that interested in me.

His eyes lock onto mine as I take the last step towards him, now pressed up against his chest. "I would tear them apart." His voice is low and threatening.

"Why?" I ask innocently as I trail my fingers over his chest muscles, letting them play between the buttons of his shirt.

"Because I don't like to share," he replies.

I look up at him, my body feeling the same heat it felt a few hours ago, outside on the couch. I feel his hand wrap around my waist, and he tugs me hard against him, his cock is pressing into me. Rigid.

He lifts his hand and wraps his long fingers around my jaw, pulling my face towards his.

His lips hovering just above mine, I can feel the heat of his breath. A touch of vodka teases my senses as my heart slams against my ribs, then his mouth is over mine and our bodies are curved against each other.

All of the tension from earlier becomes fire across my skin and he wraps his hands over my ass cheeks and lifts me off the ground. My legs wrap around his waist and he takes big strides until my back is pressed against the wall.

I gasp as he presses his cock against my pussy, rubbing over me.

Then my fingers are grabbing at his shirt buttons, pulling them open, revealing his sculpted abs. I flatten my hand against his chest, letting the heat from his body seep into me.

My fingers fumble with his buckle as I pull at it, trying to get it open. Finally, I tug his belt off.

He drops me to the ground, only long enough to pull my jeans off my legs and throw them aside, then he lifts me in his arms again and presses me against the wall.

My pussy is throbbing, begging, desperate to feel him sliding into me.

I wrap my hands around his neck and bury my face against his skin, lightly fighting the dip between his neck and shoulder. He growls softly.

His fingers dip beneath my panties and pull them to the side as his lips lock with mine. He pushes his hips forward and his cock thrusts into me. There is nothing slow about this.

It might have been a slow or tender moment on the sofa earlier, but at this point, both of us have clearly waited too long.

He thrusts his cock into me so hard that I am slammed up against the wall and the air is knocked from my lungs.

I gasp as he pulls out and does it again. My fingers wrap tighter around his neck.

He reaches behind me and grabs my wrists, lifting my arms and pinning them above my head against the wall, holding me up with one hand he starts fucking me in ways that make my sanity slip away as pleasure overwhelms me.

I am gasping for air, crying out, moaning loudly each time he penetrates deep inside me. His moans against my ear are deep and seductive. The sound runs through me like an electric current, sparking every nerve ending to life.

I feel so alive I want to scream.

I feel like he really does own me, and that he would never let me go, and it is so fucking sexy in this moment—

I have never felt so desired before. I have never felt so beautiful before in my life. And I have never felt someone so desperate to have me.

His cock is sliding in and out of me, sending shock waves through my body.

My legs start to shake as the pleasure becomes overwhelming.

"I can feel your pussy sucking me in," Alexei whispers in my ear.

"I—can't—control it," I gasp.

"Don't—I want to feel you come all over my cock."

I shudder at his words.

The more his voice runs through me the more I lose control. It's like a thread, pulling me, the tension growing tighter and pooling between my legs.

"Mm. Let go, baby girl," he says.

And it is my undoing. It is the thing that makes me slip over the edge.

An orgasm slams into me, making me gasp for air, wave after wave of pleasure pulsing through my body, leg spread wide open for his cock as I feel him pounding into me.

"Fuck, that feels so good." His voice is strained, tight, as he slams into me one last time, and I can feel his cock grow rigid and bigger, pressing against me, as he explodes inside me.