Chapter 29

Chapter

Twenty-Nine

"It is nothing to die. It is frightful not to live."

― Victor Hugo

Volk

I cursed loudly, yanking the wheel left and slamming the horn, desperate to pass the other car. The night was pitch black, rain pounding the windshield, making visibility worse.

Squinting, I struggled to keep the car steady on the slippery road.

"Fuck!" I muttered, frustrated.

Just as I was losing hope, a break in the clouds let the moonlight shine through, illuminating the path ahead. I breathed a sigh of relief, loosening my grip on the wheel to regain control.

"How much farther, Alexsei?" I shouted, pressing the accelerator as we sped through the forest.

"We're almost there," Alexsei replied, focusing on his phone for directions.

"If she's not there, I swear…" I started, anger simmering.

"She'll be there, trust me."

I shot him a dark look. "How are you so sure?"

Rain hammered the roof like a furious drummer as we drove through the dark, muddy forest. The trees loomed like monsters, branches clawing at the car. I gripped the wheel tighter, navigating carefully.

"Vlad gifted her this house not long ago," Alexsei said, tapping his phone rapidly.

"Vlad? Marina's been fucking Vlad?" I asked, incredulous.

He looked bewildered. "You didn't know? Marina's been working for Vlad for months. She's the one who told him about Igor's plan."

"That bitch! You better not touch her. I want to be the one to end her," I spat.

"Take a left here," Alexsei interrupted sharply.

I slammed the gas, steering left, and skidded to a stop in front of a grand white mansion with emerald, green windows.

"Dve, check out the house," I ordered, slamming the car door shut. "Alexsei, go with him. I'll find my way in through the back."

Swiftly, I retrieved my gun from its holster inside my jacket and dashed towards the rear of the mansion. Rain lashed my face, blending with the squelch of wet grass under my shoes and the thundering beat of my heart.

Where are you, Sofiya? Fuck. Please be safe, dorogaya .

Inside, the echoing footsteps of Dve and Alexsei reverberated through the grand halls as they searched for Sofiya and Marina. Approaching the rear of the house, my gaze caught the soft glow of a jacuzzi in the dark, empty garden.

Despite my rage, a peculiar sensation gripped my stomach. I glanced at the tranquil lake nearby, its waters eerily still in the night.

Arriving at the pond deck, I leaned over the railing, hoping to catch any sign of activity below. My own reflection stared back at me from the dark surface.

Just as I turned away, the unsettling feeling returned. I fixed my gaze on the lake once more. Suddenly, bubbles began to rise from the depths, one after another, breaking the silence of the night.

"Fuck, Sofiya!" I yelled, tossing my jacket aside and plunging into the frigid water.

The icy shock hit me like needles, but I fought through it, swimming towards the bubbles. My heart thundered in my throat, dread tightening my gut.

I knew what I might find, praying it wasn't too late. Then, I saw her—motionless, deep in the water, hair drifting like seaweed. My heart shattered in pieces. She wore only her underwear.

Grabbing her arms, I pulled her towards shore, struggling to keep her head above water. The sight of her blue-tinged skin pierced my heart. On land, I checked for a pulse, finding none.

"No! Fuck, no!"

Desperation surged. I had to act fast—I couldn't lose her.

"Please, baby, don't die on me," I muttered, panic rising.

Without hesitation, I leaned over, pinched her nose closed, and started mouth-to-mouth resuscitation. The bitter taste of lake water filled my mouth, but I pressed on, willing air into her lungs .

"Come on, breathe! Vernis' ko mne, come back to me ," I pleaded, blowing into her mouth.

When she still didn't respond, I began chest compressions, pushing down forcefully on her chest. With each compression, I pleaded for any sign of life.

"Sofiya! Prosnut'sya! Wake up! " I shouted, my voice hoarse from yelling. "Fuck, pozhaluysta, prosnis'! Please, wake up! "

Everything felt like déjà vu, a haunting replay of losing my father, my babushka—all fading into the past. My cold lips met hers again, my breath chasing warmth into her. But she remained still, lifeless.

In that freezing night, I knew if she joined the ranks of those who'd abandoned me, I might as well plunge into that icy lake and drown too. She was my last shot at redemption. My last chance at happiness.

With gritted teeth and burning rage, I cursed under my breath, mumbling desperate promises to her. Promises fueled by the storm within me, swearing to fight like hell to save her, and to drag my own cursed soul from the pit of hell.

Suddenly, after what felt like an eternity lost in darkness, she coughed up water, gasping for air. Relief washed over me as I helped her sit up, rubbing her back.

"Fuck, baby, ty v poryadke? You good? " I asked, holding her tightly as she coughed and wheezed.

I grabbed my jacket and wrapped it around her.

She nodded weakly, whispering, "Thank you," as tears streamed down her face. I held her close, feeling her cold body against mine.

Fuckin' hell. I thought she was dead for a fucking second.

All that mattered was that she was alive and safe in my arms now.

"You scared the hell out of me," I whispered, kissing her softly .

She rested her head on my shoulder, still coughing.

"I promise you, Sofiya. I'll kill her for what she did to you," I said, caressing her back.

And I fucking will. Marina better start counting her days.

I stood up and helped her to her feet. "We need to get you warm."

I reached for my phone, keeping my jacket around her shoulders, and dialed Dve's number. As soon as he answered, I told him to meet us at the car. I hung up and turned back to Sofiya, lifting her into my arms. She pressed close to me, her arm around my neck, her face in the crook of my shoulder, her breath warming me.

I opened the car's back door and gently placed her on the seat, making sure she was comfortable.

"You'll be okay," I promised softly, brushing a strand of wet hair from her face. "Just rest and try to warm up."

She nodded weakly, still coughing, and closed her eyes, leaning against the headrest.

"Rest on me. You'll get warmer quicker," I said, sitting beside her and gently pulling her close. She leaned her head against my chest, still shivering, but her breathing seemed to ease.

A surge of pain coursed through me as I looked at her delicate body, so vulnerable and cold against mine, yet undeniably mine. She was mine. Mine to protect, and I fucking hated myself for what happened to her tonight. I didn't protect her enough. Everything was my fucking fault.

I rubbed her back in small circles, gazing out the car window as flames exploded through the house windows, spreading their heat. The fire's light cast an orange glow over everything. The once-white house was now fully engulfed, the flames dancing higher, reaching for the sky. The sound of cracking and popping wood mixed with the fire's roar, making it seem like the world was ending.

Dve and Alexsei approached the car. Dve quickly took the wheel, his worried eyes landing on Sofiya.

"Give me both your coats."

They quickly complied, handing them over without question. I carefully draped them over her legs and hips, tucking them in around her.

" Teper' ty v bezopasnosti. Now you're safe ," I whispered in her ear, planting a soft kiss on her damp hair.

Dve quickly started the engine and pressed on the gas, the car speeding away from the burning house. I lingered for a moment, watching as the flames consumed everything, the heat radiating even through the rain.

"Hurry up, Hector needs to check on her," I said, my thumb feeling her weak and slow heartbeat. I'd already texted Hector, our former doctor turned Silas ally. He was the one who had extracted the bullet from my leg a few nights ago.

" Da ," Dve replied, his eyes focused on the road.

"Marina was nowhere to be found. That fucking bitch," Alexsei spat, taking a large bite of cake. Dve and I both shot him sharp looks. "What? I'm starving! You dragged me away just as I was about to have my pre-flight meal. And, by the way," he turned to me with narrowed eyes, "it was first class."

I rolled my eyes.

"Anyway, I found this on the kitchen counter," Alexsei said, handing me a small piece of paper.

I unfolded the note.

I can't wait to see you soon, my love ?? .

My anger boiled over as I read the note again. Without a second thought, I crumpled it into a tight ball and hurled it out the window with all the force I could muster.

"How much longer?"

"Only a few kilometers," Dve replied, pressing harder on the gas as the rain picked up.

"Calm down," Alexsei interjected. "She's alright, just a little cold."

I reached for my gun, pointing it directly at Alexsei. " Zatknis'. "

He rolled his eyes and leaned back in his seat, licking the last remnants of cake off his fingers. "Well, well, well. Volk's smitten. I never thought I'd see the day."

"I'm not—" I started to protest, but Sofiya's sobs filled the car, cutting me off mid-sentence. My anger dissipated instantly as I turned my attention to her, my heart sinking at the sight of her trembling body.

I quickly lowered my gun and gently raised her chin with my knuckles. Her face was pale, her lips a light shade of blue, and her eyes were closed. She continued to shiver and clack her teeth as tears streamed down her face.

"You okay, dorogaya ? Where does it hurt?" I asked, my voice softening with concern.

Alexsei's chuckle cut through the silence once more. I shot him a look full of hatred, but he remained unfazed. Fucking bastard.

I refocused my attention on Sofiya, who remained silent, her quiet sobs piercing through me more painfully with each passing moment.

As soon as Dve parked the car in front of the house, I jumped out and scooped her up in my arms. My jacket was the on ly thing protecting her from the rain, and I shot a menacing look at the guards as I passed them by. They both lowered their heads.

Hector was lounging in the living room, but he quickly trailed behind me as I rushed up the stairs. I carried Sofiya straight to my bedroom and gently laid her on the bed.

"Wait outside."

Without a word, Hector left and closed the door behind him.

I gently removed my jacket from her shaky shoulders and tossed it to the ground, then carefully removed her damp underwear as she cried harder.

"Shh, it's me," I murmured, trying to comfort her as best I could. "I just want you to be warm."

After undressing her, I lifted her gently in my arms and laid her back on the bed, covering her with blankets and tucking her in.

I called for Hector. He re-entered the room and put his bag on the floor beside the bed.

As he examined her, my frustration grew. I anxiously watched as he checked her heartbeat and blood pressure, shining a light into her eyes. I paced back and forth in the room, my fists clenched tightly at my sides, as I waited for him to finish.

Marina had just signed her death sentence. The second I laid eyes on her, she'd be six feet under.

"She's in shock, but physically she's okay. Her heartbeat and blood pressure are stable, but she may have a bit of water in her lungs," Hector said, facing me with a serious expression, his voice calm and professional.

My frustration melted away as his words sank in, and I let out a relieved breath.

Hector continued, "I'll give her medication to help with the wa ter in her lungs and something to help her sleep. She should rest for a few days to fully recover."

"Good."

He packed up his supplies and left the room, closing the door behind him. I sat beside Sofiya, gently holding her hand, tracing lines on her palm with my thumb. Leaning forward, I pressed a soft kiss on her forehead.

"Now you're safe," I whispered before standing up. I couldn't stay here. Every glance at her intensified my guilt. I needed to act fast.

I grabbed fresh clothes and headed to the shower. The warm water eased my muscles, but thoughts of Sofiya haunted me. The image of her in the dark lake, illuminated by moonlight, tormented me.

After showering, I dressed quickly, retrieving my gun from my coat. Glancing back at Sofiya, fragile and vulnerable on the bed, I felt a surge of protectiveness. With my gun in hand, I left the room, my mind consumed by thoughts of vengeance.

As I stormed through the darkened hallways of the house, my anger blazing like wildfire, I finally reached the porch where Andrei and Dimitri lounged and smoked without a care in the world. They both jumped to their feet, startled, when they saw me.

I didn't even notice Alexsei leaning against the wall until he said in an amused voice, "Here comes the wolf."

Without wasting any time, I pointed my gun at Dimitri's right arm and pulled the trigger, then did the same for Andrei. They winced and yelled loudly as the bullets hit them.

"That's for being fucking stupid."

They both stumbled back, clutching their arms in pain. I didn't stick around to hear their curses or apologies. Frankly, I didn 't give a fuck. Storming past them, I headed straight for the kitchen, searching for Dasha. Alexsei was right behind me, his footsteps matching mine.

"How's your girl?"

I ignored him, my mind consumed by rage. I found Dasha in the kitchen, sitting at the table with a cup of tea. She looked up at me as I entered, her eyes widening in surprise at the sight of my gun.

"What happened?" she asked, concern etched on her face.

I walked towards her and leveled my gun at her head.

" Gde vy byli segodnya? Where were you today? "

As I stood there with my gun trained on Dasha's head, a cold fury built inside me.

There was no way Marina could have known I wasn't home unless someone in the house had tipped her off. The thought of a snitch living among us made me furious.

Every fiber of my being was on high alert, ready to explode at the slightest provocation.

I couldn't trust anyone, not even those I had known for years. Fuck! Who could it be?

One thing was certain: I would find out who the rat was, and they would pay. I would track them down one by one, and they would regret ever crossing me. No rat would be safe under this roof, not while I was in charge.

"I—I," she stammered.

"Answer me!" I yelled and pressed the gun harder against her head, ready to pull the trigger.

Dasha's eyes darted around, seeking escape, but finding none. Trapped, her voice faltered. "I—I cleaned the basement, like you asked."

"The whole fucking day? Dasha?— "

Alexsei cut in, brow furrowed. "How did Marina know Volk wasn't here?"

Dasha paled. "Marina came here?"

"Yes, and she pushed Sofiya into a fucking frozen lake!" I said through gritted teeth.

Dasha's eyes widened in horror, stumbling backward and nearly tripping over a nearby chair. "W-Where's Sofiya?"

Ignoring her question, I pressed on, "You get it, right? There's a fucking rat in this house. And you," I jabbed the gun under her chin, "are the only one who knew I wasn't here. So, did you inform Marina?"

Terror filled Dasha's eyes, tears streaming. "No, I swear, I didn't tell anyone. Please, Volk!"

"You better not be lying to me," I snarled. "If I find out you had anything to do with this, I'll make sure you regret it for the rest of your miserable life."

Shoving her away, I stormed out. I needed a damn drink, now.

Making a beeline for the library, I poured myself a hefty shot of straight vodka, savoring the burn as it went down. Flopping onto the plush sofa, I let the warmth of the fireplace ease the adrenaline rush.

Alexsei and Dve joined me soon after, their silence echoing my own inner chaos. We sat in front of the fire, lost in our own thoughts. But the reality of Igor's impending arrival yanked me back. Cursing under my breath, I grappled with a weighty decision. Do I spill everything to Igor and watch him kill Sofiya right in front of me, or do I keep my mouth shut and betray his trust?

I grunted in frustration, the dilemma overwhelming .

Dve broke the silence with a pointed question, "Igor's on his way. What's the plan with Vlad?"

I shot him a dark look, realizing I hadn't given them orders about Vlad amidst everything else. Damn it. Sofiya's got my head twisted, and all I can think about is her safety.

"I think you should invite Vlad for dinner, meet your future father-in-law," Alexsei chuckled, lighting a cigar and taking a long drag. "It'll be cute."

I rolled my eyes, downing another swig of vodka.

Cute wasn't the word for Vlad.

"Remind me why you're still here?"

Alexsei sighed. "You brought me here, remember? I told you I had a plane to catch, but you?—"

"If you don't want a broken nose, shut up."

With a smirk, Alexsei raised his hands in surrender. "Alright, alright.," he said, taking another long drag from his cigar, the smoke curling between us.

Alexsei and I had our differences, but nothing could break the bond we shared. We'd been through hell and back together, always having each other's backs.

Thinking about his loss hit me hard.

Losing a child was something no parent should ever have to endure.

While I didn't agree with everything he did, I understood his pain. It's a pain that never really goes away.

Dve cleared his throat, breaking the tension. "What do you want us to do about Vlad?"

I paused, gathering my thoughts. "Have him brought to the basement in the morning. I'm gonna–"

"Off to see your damsel in distress, are you?" Alexsei cut me off, smoke trailing from his nostrils as he chuckled.

I rolled my eyes and flicked him .

Annoyance simmered inside me as I walked out of the room.

Pushing the door open quietly, my eyes immediately landed on Sofiya, fast asleep in my bed. My heart swelled as I gently stroked her cheek.

Watching her breathe slowly and steadily relaxed me.

I slowly undressed, leaving only my boxer shorts on, and climbed into bed with her, spooning her from behind.

Wrapping my arm around her waist, I pulled her closer, sharing my warmth as I closed my eyes and drifted away.

?

In my restless sleep, I dreamed of soft kisses on my neck and whispered words of love. Just as I drifted deeper, a hand touched my shoulder, waking me up.

Without thinking, I grabbed and choked the person, groaning in my sleep.

Sofiya's scream snapped me out of it.

My heart raced, sweat dripping down my face.

Realizing it was her, I let go, and she gasped for air.

She stumbled back, clutching the covers, her eyes wide with shock.

"Shit, Sofiya! I forgot you were here—" I started, my voice rough.

She nodded, still catching her breath, fear in her eyes. "It's okay," she whispered. "I didn't mean to scare you," she stammered, trying to cover herself.

I sat next to her, putting my arm around her.

She smelled like me, and a twisted part of me liked it .

I kissed her head. "I would never… I just… I thought you were someone else."

She leaned into me, her body shaking slightly. "It's okay," she repeated. "I know you didn't mean it."

I gently lifted her chin with my thumb, meeting her eyes before kissing her softly. She closed her eyes and hummed as I stroked her long, dark, soft hair.

I couldn't resist running my knuckles through it and kissing her forehead.

"How are you feeling?" I whispered, my lips brushing hers. She clutched the covers tighter, her knuckles white with tension. "Where does it hurt?"

She shook her head, tears in her eyes. "I'm fine," she whispered. "Just a little shaken up."

"I'm so fucking sorry, Sofiya. For Marina, for everything."

She smiled slightly, wrapping her hand around my neck and pulling me closer.

Her lips met mine eagerly, her tongue gently seeking entrance.

I groaned as her tongue teased its way into my mouth.

I pulled her closer, deepening the kiss and exploring her mouth. Her nails dug into my scalp, sending shivers down my spine as she moaned softly.

I couldn't get enough, like a man finding water in a desert.

But as much as I wanted to continue, she needed to rest.

"We gotta stop, baby," I whispered breathlessly against her lips, my nose brushing against hers.

Looking into her eyes, I got lost in the three beauty marks on her cheeks, like small constellations. They were so mesmerizing that I wanted to explore every detail with my lips and fingers.

I leaned in, kissing each o ne softly.

She let go of the covers, pressing her chest against mine, sending a rush of heat through my body. Her hands hovered on my shoulders and back, and she pressed her lips to my neck.

I felt her warm breath tickling my ear as she whispered, "I n-need you, Volk."

Her eyes locked with mine, silently begging me to fuck her.

The raw desire in her eyes made it almost impossible to resist.

"I fucking need you too, more than anything," I said, my voice low and husky. "But we can't. You need to rest."

She shook her head and straddled me, moonlight highlighting every curve of her naked body.

Her full breasts, smooth skin, and wide hips made me thank God for creating her.

She positioned herself over me, her warmth and wetness pressing harder against me.

I grasped her hips, wanting to push her away, but she dug her nails into my shoulders and kept grinding against me.

I was on the verge of losing control.

She moved faster, her long hair trailing down her back. She took my breath away, and I let out a low growl as my knuckles dug into her hips, pulling her harder against me.

Her breathing quickened, her chest and cheeks tinted with a rosy blush.

Fuck.

She's gonna cum.

In one swift motion, I grabbed her roughly and placed her on the bed, towering over her as I kissed her fiercely.

"You never listen, do you?" I smirked .

She shook her head, eyes closed, trying to grind against me.

"You'll fucking cum when I tell you to," I said, spreading her legs and burying my face between them, inhaling her scent before hungrily licking her clit.

I devoured her, feeling her body tense up as she screamed my name, forcing my head deeper. Her hands tangled in my hair, pulling me closer as her hips bucked uncontrollably against my mouth. I traced patterns on her clit with my tongue, savoring her taste, and relished her gasps and moans.

I slipped two fingers inside her, curling them to hit her sweet spot, while my tongue kept working on her clit.

Her moans grew louder, her body trembling as she neared the edge.

"Come on, Sofiya, cum for me," I groaned against her sensitive flesh.

She did, her orgasm ripping through her body, making her shake beneath me.

I pulled away and looked into her eyes, my fingers still buried inside her.

Her eyes were glazed with satisfaction, her body trembling and glistening with sweat.

Her chest heaved as she tried to catch her breath, a soft smile playing on her lips.

I wiped my mouth and climbed up to kiss her.

She tasted like … mine.

I need her to confirm it.

" Skazhi eto , Say it, " I said, my voice low. "Say that you're mine."

Her eyes locked with mine.

"I'm yours, Volk," she whispered softly. "Please, take me. I w-want y ou inside me."

Fuck, no. I had to snap out of it and end this.

Shaking my head, I ran my hand over my jaw, trying to quell my overwhelming desire for her. "No. Once I fuck you, there's no turning back."

She nodded, taking my hands and placing them on her chest, her hardened nipples pressing against my palms. "I know. I need you, Volk."

Her words echoed in my mind, igniting a storm of nasty thoughts. The intense attraction, the hunger—it was all too consuming.

But I fought against it, trying to shield us both from the inevitable fallout.

I searched her eyes for any sign of doubt or hesitation, finding only unbridled lust and unwavering certainty.

Part of me screamed to give in, to let go and surrender.

Another part resisted fiercely, afraid of losing fucking control.

She gently grabbed my face, tilting it towards hers. Our lips met in a soft, lingering kiss that set my heart racing.

As she pulled back slightly, her warm breath caressed my lips, and she whispered, "Please, Volk."

Fuck, in that moment, all my reservations melted away.

I wanted to protect us, to deny her, but damn, the fire in her eyes matched the burning need inside me.

I couldn't hold back any longer.

I needed to make her mine.

"Fuck," I grunted, turning her over onto her stomach.

She let out a surprised yelp, caught off guard.

"You drive me fucking crazy, dorogaya ."

I gripped her hair, pressing myself against her as my lips found her ear. Nibbling teasingly on her earlobe, I trailed kisses down her neck.

I then grasped her throat firmly, sinking my fingers into her so ft skin. "Do you wanna be fucked hard and rough or sweet and slow?"

"However you want it," she gasped as I pressed my hard-on against her ass and rubbed myself on her.

"Get on all fours," I said, releasing her hair and neck.

Eagerly, she complied, lowering herself onto hands and knees.

I wasted no time trailing my tongue down the curve of her smooth back, savoring the taste of her skin. One hand gripped her hip while the other teased her nipple, loving the way it responded.

When I reached the small of her back, I couldn't resist giving it a gentle bite.

A mischievous grin played across my lips as I shifted my attention to those seductive dimples just above her ass. I kissed, sucked, and gently nibbled on that tantalizing flesh, reveling in the delightful melody of her moans.

But that wasn't fucking enough.

My lips and tongue traced lower, marking every inch of her irresistible ass.

Suddenly, I brought my hand down hard, delivering a solid slap to one cheek.

She gasped but soon let out a few moans leave her mouth.

As her cheeks turned rosy, I spanked her again, harder this time.

"You like that?" I teased, massaging her tender skin and delivering another firm slap.

Her arousal was obvious, her wetness glistening and trickling down her thighs.

Dropping my head between her spread cheeks, I used my hands to part them for better access .

With eagerness, I flicked my tongue up and down her delicate folds.

"You taste too fucking good," I whispered. "I can't get enough of you."

I kept going, devouring her with my tongue, driving her wild.

She squirmed beneath me, moaning louder and louder, her sweet juices coating my fingers as I plunged them deep inside, feeling her tighten around me.

As she edged closer, I flipped her over, making her boobs jiggle.

I licked and bit down on both of her nipples.

Without wasting a moment, I kicked off my boxers and searched for a condom in the drawer.

The room buzzed with desire as I finally found one, tore it open, and swiftly rolled it onto my aching length, ready to give her what she needed.

I couldn't wait to be inside her.

"I've never had sex."

My body stiffened as if drenched in freezing Antarctic water.

Emotions churned inside me—shock, anger, disbelief.

How could she let me go this far without telling me?

When she begged me to be her first kiss a long time ago, I thought she was playing with me. But I guess I was wrong.

I clenched my jaw, trying to process it all.

When our eyes met, I saw the disappointment in hers.

She shifted uncomfortably, her cheeks flushing. "I've never felt ready to… you know, actually have sex with anyone," she admitted, her voice trailing off with hesitation.

I let out a bitter chuckle, a mix of frustration and disbelief coursing through me .

"So, let me get this straight," I said sarcastically. "You've been hesitant with all those other guys, but somehow you feel comfortable with me?" I raised an eyebrow mockingly. "The guy who kidnapped you because of your messed-up, clueless fake father, who doesn't even know that you're not his daughter?"

I couldn't help but find the absurdity of the situation absolutely hilarious.

Her face turned beet red as she shot me a death glare that could burn a hole through my chest.

"You know what? Screw you!" she spat. "Either fuck me or let me leave."

Fuckin' hell.

She was even prettier when she was angry, her furrowed brows and subtly pursed lips unbelievably sexy.

Taking both of her hands in mine, I pinned them above her head, feeling her chest rise and fall rapidly.

"Don't you worry, dorogaya . I'm gonna fuck you so good that'll make all that waiting worth it," I whispered the words against her lips, a mischievous grin spreading across my face.

Her eyes met mine, shy and excited.

I gently grabbed her hand and guided it to my throbbing dick.

She tentatively brushed her fingers along its length, teasing me with gentle strokes that nearly drove me mad.

I let out a painful chuckle. "I'm not made of glass, baby."

Getting what I wanted, she nodded shyly, bit her lower lip, and wrapped her hand around my dick, giving it a firm, delicious stroke.

Our lips met in a scorching kiss, sending a surge of pleasure straight to my core.

With my hands free, I eagerly traced the curves of her breast s and hips. My lips followed, leaving a trail of heated kisses along her jawline and down her neck.

"You have no idea how badly I've been craving you," I confessed. "To feel every inch of you, to possess you completely."

I gently parted her legs with my knee and guided my length to her pussy, teasing her clit. She lifted herself on her arms for a better view.

"Get ready," I said with a wink before slowly sliding my dick inside her, a low curse escaping my lips.

She winced slightly as I entered her, locking eyes with me.

She looked so beautiful that at that moment I wished I had a camera to capture her and take her everywhere with me.

Groaning, I pushed further until half of my dick was inside her, feeling her walls tighten around me.

" Fuck . You're so fucking tight," I whispered, pressing my finger against her clit and circling it to ease any discomfort.

She tilted her head back and moaned deeply.

" Ty v poryadke? " I asked, trying to control myself from going deeper and harder. " You okay ?"

She gave a quick nod and without hesitation, I thrust hard into her, my arms planted on either side of her head.

A scream escaped her lips as she dug her nails into my shoulders.

I eagerly licked and kissed her nipples, swirling my tongue around them and leaving little love bites on her breasts. Her fingers tangled in my hair, yanking me towards her as our lips crashed together.

Our kiss was wild and hungry, like I couldn't get enough of her, like she was the damn oxygen I needed to survive.

She whispered nervously, "Y-you can start moving now. "

"You sure?"

She nodded.

I started grinding against her, rubbing her clit with my pelvis to ease her anxiety.

Slowly, I moved an inch back and thrust into her again.

She closed her eyes and parted her lips, a silent sound escaping.

I repeated the motion, each thrust deeper and a bit faster, feeling her walls loosen. Her eyes shot open, and she moaned softly.

I then thrust harder, bringing my hand to her throat as I licked her lips and bit down on them.

"You feel so fucking good," I groaned against her lips. I started to thrust faster, gripping her hair, our foreheads pressed together.

"Oh V-volk," she whimpered, her hands scratching my back and gripping my hips, urging me deeper. "Harder, p-please."

Leaning close, I whispered in her ear, "I'm gonna give you what you need."

With a firm grip on her hips, I raised myself up a bit, ready to unleash my hunger.

In a single powerful thrust, I plunged deep inside, pounding her relentlessly.

Her breasts bounced wildly, her screams driving me even wilder.

She clung to my arms, lost in the pleasure, moving in sync with me.

"You take my dick so well," I groaned, losing my mind.

She let out a huff of satisfaction as I lifted her legs, positioning myself deeper inside her, my arms supporting her thighs beside her head .

This angle allowed me to thrust even deeper, feeling her entire body tremble with each movement.

Our bodies, drenched in sweat, pressed together, the heat between us adding to the moment.

"Say my name," I snarled. "Be a good little slut, let everyone know who's fucking you."

She turned her head and bit down the pillow. "Oh my god, Volk ," she bit down the pillow again.

"Who's fucking?" I repeated feeling her close to her climax.

"V-Volk," she cried out as I tightened my hand around her throat.

"Good girl," I kissed her nose. "Such a good girl."

"I-I'm gonna-" she breathed, her face a faint shade of red. "I'm g-gonna-…" she moaned through pursed lips as a final loud moan left her lips and my name left her lips one last time.

I kept grinding my pelvis against her clit, feeling her pussy throb around my dick.

Her eyes were shut, shallow breaths escaping her lips, a blissful smile on her face.

"I'm not done with you yet. Get on your knees," I ordered, standing up with my dick still hard, and brought her to the edge of the bed. "Kneel in front of me."

She obeyed, looking up at me patiently.

I brushed my thumb against her cheek, lingering on her lower lip.

She grasped my dick, pumped it a few times, and tossed the condom aside.

I moved closer, brushing my dick against her lips. "Suck it."

She huffed, stuck out her tongue, and licked my tip, circling her tongue around it and savoring my pre-cum. One of her hands cupped my balls, while I gathered her hair into a ponytail for a better view.

"Open your mouth."

She did, and I thrust in, feeling my dick touch the back of her throat.

"Fuck, Ya mechtal o tebe v takom vide uzhe chertovy nedeli, I've been dreaming about you like this for fucking weeks now," I started to thrust faster in her mouth. "Relax your throat," I said, wiping the tears falling down her face with my knuckles.

Her mouth worked wonders, but I kept my eyes open as she pushed me back, licking me up and down before sucking on my balls and pumping my dick faster.

"Fuck, you're doing so good."

Reality was ten times better than my fantasies.

"Where do you want me to come?" I tugged her hair, lifting her face. "On your boobs?"

I pinched her nipples, and she nodded eagerly.

"Beg for it then," I smirked.

She licked my dick slowly, eyes locked on mine. "Please, cum on my chest."

"Fuck," I groaned, on the brink of climax. "Lie down."

She quickly laid down, propped on her arms, watching me as she bit her lip. I climbed on top, straddling her waist, and gave my dick a few quick pumps before releasing onto her breasts. She hummed in satisfaction, and I traced my cum with my finger, brushing it onto her lips. She instinctively licked it off.

Such a good girl.

I could feel myself getting hard again.

"How do I taste?" I whispered, gently brushing her hair back and pulling her closer .

"Good," she murmured softly, a smile playing on her lips as she ran her fingers through my hair.

"Not as good as you."

After a gentle kiss on her lips, I stood up from the bed and reached out my hand, silently inviting her to join me.

She hesitated for a moment, looking at my hand with a hint of uncertainty.

Concerned, I called her name, but she turned away slightly, sitting up and pulling the covers up to her shoulders.

"What's wrong?" I asked softly, my voice filled with genuine concern.

Damn it, she nearly drowned earlier, and I fucked her roughly like a caveman.

Volk, you're fucking stupid!

She sighed softly, tears welling up in her eyes as she finally met my gaze. "I just need a moment," she whispered, her voice trembling slightly.

As she cried softly, I held her close, murmuring soothing words while gently rubbing her back. "It's okay," I whispered, feeling the warmth of her tears against my chest. But she shook her head.

"We shouldn't have… I shouldn't have…"

I whispered her name, hoping to reassure her, but she suddenly pulled away, clutching the covers tightly.

"I'm sorry, I'm just … overwhelmed," she breathed out. "I need to be alone, please. I just need some time to think."

Her words hit me like a gut punch.

After weeks of battling my desires, each day a struggle against the longing that consumed me, her request felt like rejection. As the weight of reality closed in, I fought with myself. I wanted more, but my loyalty to Igor held me back .

I had to keep up appearances, pretending it was all just superficial.

Pretending like my soul didn't crave hers.

"Fine," I said quietly. "But remember, everyone in this damn house heard you begging me to fuck you."

My bitterness tainted the air, reflecting the hurt and humiliation I felt.

Like a wounded kid, I lashed out, hurting her because her rejection wounded me.

She nodded silently, lips pursed, and got up, clutching the covers around her as she walked away.

I watched her go, my eyes locked on her until the door closed behind her.

Frustration and regret swirled inside me as I buried my face in the pillow, her scent lingering, her image etched in my mind.

Sofiya, what have you fucking done to me?