15. Alek

15

ALEK

M ila blinked once. Then again. Her beautiful blue eyes remained clouded with suspicion and confusion as she gazed at me. For a moment, I worried that she'd taken too many shocks in one night. Hearing that her father wanted her dead had to hurt. If the news didn't wound her, then it should've alarmed her.

But she didn't look overwhelmed or consumed with a barrage of heavy emotions. She seemed… stuck in disbelief as she gawked at me.

"You?" she asked, lifting her brows as she shifted to get comfortable on the bed.

Not for the first time, I wondered if I could risk untying her. I wanted to. After seeing Yusef break in here and aim a gun at her, I regretted keeping her confined. At that moment, she had been vulnerable and pinned in place, an easy target for anyone with a weapon. I would have rather let her protect herself, not be stuck and exposed, but a nagging voice in the back of my mind told me to reconsider.

Mila was too stubborn, too much of a fighter for me to know that she wouldn't try to run.

Yusef—or any other enemy—shouldn't have been able to get up here at all. When I disposed of his body in the dumpster, I took faith in the fact that he'd ruined the fire escape leading toward my floor. Unless someone rappelled down to my window from the rooftop, which was highly inaccessible with its severe slope, no one else would be coming here.

I'd almost wondered when it could happen. I'd been careful not to be tailed, but shit happened. Cameras were everywhere. People talked. The door was reinforced against being busted in, but that window was the only weak spot.

Not anymore. I frowned at Mila as she lay on the bed, stupefied by my plans.

"Me, Mila. You'll marry me."

She huffed a snarky laugh and rolled her eyes. "Yeah, right."

"Are you arguing with me?"

"Oh, like my word even counts in an argument." She shook her head, sticking with this raw disbelief. "There's a couple of small issues with your grand plans."

"Like what?"

"You're not the head of your Family. Two others stand in your way."

They won't for very long.

Realization dawned on her expressive face, and she dropped her jaw again. I was becoming fond of this phenomenon. Shocking her was rewarding, because it was proof that she was sharp and quick-witted enough to form her own opinions and stand by them. This was no idiotic woman. She was intelligent.

More than that, though, it was all too easy to picture my dick slipping into that wide-open O of her plump lips. She'd wrap them around me and take me deep. I could just tell.

"You're… going to take over your Family? You're going to oust your uncle and cousin for power?" She spoke it carefully, like she didn't trust saying those mighty and damning words aloud.

I nodded. "It's the perfect time."

She narrowed her eyes. "How so?"

"You heard what that man said." I tipped my head toward the center of the room, indicating where Yusef had died. "He was there when my father died. He witnessed it."

She struggled to sit up but couldn't. Shaking her head, she fought to protest. "No. Alek. How can you… No. You can't just take his word for that."

I tapped my fist to my chest, right over where my heart lay. "I can. Because I already knew that to be the truth. Deep down, I think I've always known. Each time I looked at my fucking uncle, I suspected that he was behind my father's death. I know it."

"You're sure?"

"My brothers will agree. We've always questioned how he'd been shot at the shop during a supposed turf war. I always wondered if he'd been set up, and I knew it had to be Pavel who'd arranged it. Because he wanted the power."

As I sat there staring at her, memories trickled through my mind. When I was younger, when my father did all the heavy lifting and work for Pavel, there were too many episodes of disagreements. Of Pavel not liking my father's influence. Of my father worrying that his brother didn't know how to handle his position as Pakhan. It was no simple overnight incidence of loathing. Pavel had always despised my father—all the way until he'd eliminated him.

"I will avenge my father. And in doing so, I will fix my Family. We have suffered too long under the wrong leadership."

She licked her lips, rapt in listening to my firm declarations.

"I'll remove Pavel. And my cousin. And with you," I said as I shifted more toward her, "I will see to a stronger generation in the future, one that will secure our influence and power that your father wants for himself."

Yusef's words had cut deep when he taunted about how my family's name used to represent such prestige and invoke such fear. Under Pavel's rule, we disintegrated into a laughingstock, sloppy and weak. As soon as I changed things up with this war, I would set us on the right path for success again.

She reacted, shaking her head slightly. "No. Alek, that can't be the right solution to this."

Are you afraid? I doubted it, and her protest amused me instead.

"This cannot be the right decision. There's got to be another way."

"This is the only solution," I countered.

"But…" She furrowed her brow. "Why me ?"

"Because you are his daughter. He tried to send you to us as a pawn, and I will show the world what happens when anyone attempts such a grave mistake like that."

A long sigh left her lips. "But you can't actually want to… You don't want to use me like this."

"I do." Starting now. Having a soldier break in here was a hell of a way to ruin the mood. When Yusef interrupted, I'd been two seconds away from claiming Mila's virginity.

Now that he was gone and I had a solid plan for the future with this sexy woman, nothing could hold me back.

"But it's… I'm not?—"

I shifted over to cover her, but after I kissed her quiet, I kneeled back and looked my fill.

My virgin. My woman. She was both if I had anything to say about it.

"I do want you." I shoved the towel off her breasts, letting it fall to the floor. Her eyes glittered with raw lust as I gripped the hem of her dress. The white fabric strained with her heaving chest, and with one hard yank down, I ripped the gown's bodice into two.

"Alek!"

"I can't wait to feel your pussy around my dick."

"But—"

I grabbed handfuls of her skirts next, continuing with the destruction of the damaged and bloody gown. With each tear and rip hissing through the air, I freed her of the layered mess of too much cloth. As I continued, freeing her until she lay there naked and trembling under my gaze, she wriggled and shifted.

"I'm not?—"

I kissed her again, silencing her concerns. Covering her nude body was a temptation that drove me crazy. I was still dressed, but the contrast provided an extra thrill.

She moaned into my mouth but shook her head and parted her lips on a ragged draw of air. "Alek, this isn't right."

I leaned back, prepared to prove her wrong again. She could tell me no all she wanted, but I knew it was a lie. She wanted me. Regardless of the tumultuous news she'd heard since I almost took her, and despite the harsh violence and shock of Yusef's intrusion, she would want me again.

Picking up her legs, I took my time in staring at her bare beauty. All that creamy skin, unblemished and smooth over her sexy curves. Her breasts swayed with every motion as I draped her thighs over my shoulders. I lifted her, both hands on her juicy ass, and brought her glistening pussy toward my face as I lowered to rest on the bed with her.

One taste wasn't enough. I was fucking positive that one time fucking her wouldn't, either. She'd understand. She'd realize how badly I wanted to make my version of the future come true.

Starting with her. Right now.

I tongued her slit, collecting every drop of her sweet, tangy cream as I licked and sucked. She couldn't go far with her hands still bound, and as I looked down at her tied to the headboard, my dick hardened faster. Knowing I owned her here, that I had her trapped and helpless, made a dark sliver of sin burn fiercer within me. I wasn't a gentle lover. I didn't have a kind heart. Keeping her tied up made this all the hotter, and I realized that she would agree.

Gripping her bindings to gain leverage, she thrust her pussy to my face. She'd never done this before. Only with me. But already, she was proving to be a quick learner in going for what she wanted and showing me what drove her wild. Sucking on her clit had her coming again, and as she trembled and shivered, her thighs quivering on my shoulders, I let her ride out the waves of her orgasm as I undressed.

Keeping my gun on the bed—just in case—I stripped out of my clothes. I hadn't bothered to put a shirt on after my shower, so kicking off my pants and boxers made quick work of the remaining barriers between us.

I crawled back up to her as she still raced to catch her breath. Her legs remained wide apart with me wedged between them, but she tensed and tried to cover up. She watched me nervously as I stroked my hand on my cock, too impatient. In her eyes, I saw a naughty thrill. She wanted it. She stared at my dick with so much desire, she couldn't tell me otherwise, but beneath it all, I noticed the fear.

"Alek, wait."

I didn't, lining my leaking cockhead to her wet pussy. Holding her legs apart with my side and one hand, I pushed slightly to show her that this was happening.

"You want this," I said as I leaned over to suck on her tits.

"I–I don't know if?—"

I gripped her hips, rocking slightly to push my dick in a fraction deeper. She tensed, holding her breath, and I waited for her to calm.

She was so skittish, but she didn't need to worry. Not this time. I liked it hard and rough, but if she could just trust me…

"You're going to take my dick like a good girl, Mila."

She stared at me, her face showing how badly she wanted the pleasure I could give her while simultaneously, she was intimidated by what it would feel like. "I?—"

"Right now," I vowed as I slammed into her tight, slick heat in one long, steady thrust.

She arched her back as I drove all the way in. Her breasts swayed and shook with the jerky reaction, and I didn't wait to pull out and repeat that long thrust.

Each time I slammed in, she cried out and arched her back, but before long, she acclimated to the pain, to the pleasure. She gripped the bindings keeping her hands above her head, and with lust-filled eyes, she stared right back at me and took it.

Like a fucking queen.

My fingers dug into her flesh as I gripped her hips. I didn't let go, using this hold to pull her to me and ensure I pounded into her all the way, harder and faster, until my balls smacked her ass.

Just like before, she proved to be a noisy lover, crying, sobbing, begging, and moaning. She let me hear it all, and each time she quickened with those panting, gasping sounds, I almost came right then and there.

"Come on, Mila."

I gritted my teeth at the sheer perfection of her pussy sucking me in. I fought not to come, not yet. I wanted another orgasm out of her, and I strained and tensed all my muscles as I resisted the urge to spill my cum deep inside her.

"Come, Mila. Now."

"I can't." She whined, shaking her head, so delirious this close to the peak.

I stabbed my fingers in my mouth and wet them, then dropped them to her clit and teased her hard nub. With another brutal thrust in, she clenched around my dick in an agonizingly perfect grip. I felt her pussy spasm as she cried out louder than before, and I followed her over. A few more thrusts had me growling and dropping my head back. I growled, squeezing her hip hard as she milked me. With a final jerk as I shot my cum into her womb, I released the breath I'd been holding through my orgasm.

She shivered and went limp, sated at last. Her fingers released the bindings that she'd gripped for leverage, and I pulled up before her body melted any further.

As my dick slipped free, coated in our juices and the faint smear of her virginal blood, she hissed and flinched.

"I'll be right back." I staggered off the bed, breathing hard as she lay there and shivered. Naked and taken.

All mine.

I looked her over, victorious as I noticed her sexy flush covering her face and chest.

All. Fucking. Mine.

I'd claimed her, and as I headed to the bathroom and let her come down from the high of having sex for the first time, I knew my plan had no chance of failing.