Chapter 15 - Arseny

I leave the back door open in case Elena wants to join me. I doubt it, though. Although I pleasured her, I don't expect anything in return, and she might not be ready for it. I know she's already intimidated by the idea of us sleeping together, let alone being enemies.

This is a huge chance I'm taking, letting her just come out here on her own. I know it. But I want to believe the attraction between us is mutual and that she will be drawn more to me than her freedom. I want her to be mine. I want to possess every fiber of her being.

I strip naked, my erection standing out in the cool air. I'm glad I turned the tub on yesterday, and the water is warm. I climb into the hot tub and sit down, facing the back door. I stretch one arm around the brim of the hot tub and stroke myself with the other one, being sure to maintain a slow pace.

The door creaks open, and she steps out, now in her underwear. I chuckle quietly. "Why did you put your underwear on?"

"Because I don't have a bikini," she says, as though it were the most logical thing in the world.

I nod. "Fair enough. Are you getting in?"

She nods and slowly steps into the water, feeling her way around. She sits opposite me, submerging most of her body in the warm water.

"I've never…" she starts to say.

"I know," I cut her off. "We can start by just sitting next to each other. Nothing complicated."

She nods and moves, sliding along the seat to sit beside me. I put my arm around her and let my hand hang. "See, nothing complicated."

She smiles up at me nervously and turns slightly. "Can I kiss you?"

"We can do whatever you like," I murmur.

She tilts her head up, and I kiss her softly. She leans into the kiss, resting a hand on my leg. It accidentally brushes against my erect cock, and she blushes, breaking the kiss.

"No, don't worry," I whisper as I tilt her head back to me and kiss her again. "I won't hurt you." I kiss her again. "I promise." I kiss her again.

She groans softly in my mouth as I drop my hand into the water and stroke her side softly. My other hand finds her free hand and guides it to my erection. She holds it firmly and starts to stroke it.

I breathe deeply as we kiss, enjoying the feel of her soft, small hand around my dick.

I reach around her and grab her breast, massaging her gently. We continue to kiss, and I would be lying if I said I could stop now. I won't hurt her, though. I made a promise.

"Can we…" she breathes as she breaks the kiss.

"We're warmed up. Let's go inside to the bedroom," I murmur.

She stands up, gets out of the tub, and I follow her. As she reaches the back door, she turns and kisses me deeply. I fumble with her backward and slam the door behind me.

I kiss her hungrily, my cock bobbing, aching for attention.

My balls are dying to have her pert lips wrapped around them.

I reach behind her and undo her bra, dropping it to the floor before she pushes down her panties and drops them. I pick her up, and she wraps her legs around me, my erection now pressing against her ass cheeks.

I carry her to the bed and lay her down gently.

I break the kiss to hold my cock, and I rub it gently between her folds. "This could hurt a little bit."

"I don't care," she breathes. "I've never wanted something more in my life."

I position myself and slowly press my way into her, moving my hips forward as carefully as I can manage. She whimpers under me, and I kiss her again, trying to distract her.

It takes what feels like ages until I'm fully in her, and I wait there, letting her settle and adjust herself to my girth.

She's tight. Tighter than I expected, and it feels amazing to have her pussy wrapped around me.

She nods against me as we kiss, and I slowly pull out and slowly push back in, keeping complete control the entire time even though I want to lose myself buried inside of her, over and over and over again.

It takes every inch of self-control that I have not to plow into her like a fertile field. Everything about her is driving me crazy. Her scent, her taste, and the way her hands hold onto my arms for dear life. She's like putty in my hands, and I am going to mold her to fit my desires.

I move a little harder, reaching up to palm her breast and play with her nipple. She gasps out in pleasure. Her breasts are particularly sensitive. I noticed that earlier.

I lift her one leg and hook it around my hip while I rest with an elbow on either side of her head, pushing her hair back and kissing her over again.

Our tongues dance wildly as if we can't get enough of each other through touch alone.

My hips move faster of their own accord, and I'm ashamed that I'm losing control, but she doesn't seem to mind. She whimpers, but there's pleasure to it. I can tell. She grips my arms tightly, and then she breaks the kiss to tip her head back and cry out, "Yes."

That's all I need to start moving harder. The bed squeaks under us as I move my hips faster. She continues to cry out yes repeatedly. I can't help myself. I bury myself inside of her and ejaculate.

My cock twitches inside of her, and I slowly pull out, falling onto the bed next to her.

She turns to look at me with a wry smile on her face. "Is that what I've been missing?"

"Give me five, and I'll have you screaming my name." It's a promise I intend to keep.

I lean over and kiss her again. I can't stop kissing her; it's intoxicating.

"I… feel like… I'm burning up…" she says between kisses, and I smirk.

"That's good." I slide my hand between her legs and start massaging her clit. "You should feel hot every time I touch you. Now turn over."

"Turn over?" she asks curiously.

"Trust me." I nudge her, and she turns her back to me.

I stroke my cock until it's hard again.

"Now swing your top leg over me," I explain as I position my cock back into place.

She does as she's told, and I push back into her.

"Oh God," she cries out.

Clearly, the new angle is working for her, and I knew it would.

I reach over and rub her clit in circular motions as I thrust. She grips the sheets in one hand and my arm with the other, digging her nails into my skin.

The pain just drives me crazier.

She rests her head back, and I nip at her neck. Her cries are coming with every thrust now, and I can feel her tensing up around my throbbing cock.

She screams out as she squirts again, bucking like a Mustang. I can't help but bury myself inside of her and cum again.

I release her, and she moves away from me slightly.

She turns around in bed and looks up at me, looking gorgeous in the lamplight.

I stroke her hair out of her face before I lean down and kiss her nose. I turn on my back, sigh, and put my hands behind my head.

"I think you enjoyed that more than me…" she breathes.

She slides up to me, throws her leg over mine, and rests her head on my chest. I lower an arm around her and stroke her back gently.

"Hmmm," I hum. "I did enjoy that a lot. But now it's time to get some sleep." I move my other arm and shut the lamp out. It's pitch dark since I left the shutters closed.

Elena settles against me, and her breathing evens out. The room smells of sweat and sex and a little like blood—hopefully, more mine from my chest than hers.

I close my eyes, and I slowly drift off.

I'm acutely aware of a draft blowing up my body as I stir. I groan and mumble that someone must close the door. I feel the bed beside me, but I don't feel Elena's warm body. I open my eyes and look around. She's not in the room.

I get up and pull on some briefs. I walk to the bathroom, but it's empty. The draft again.

It dawns on me that I didn't lock the back door. I run to it and find it open. Her clothes are gone, and who knows how much of a head start she has.

Fuck.

I knew I shouldn't have trusted her, great sex or not.

I rush back to the bedroom and get dressed, pulling on tracksuit pants and a T-shirt. I pull a hoodie on and some trainers before running out the back. I check the forest floor and quickly pick up on her trail. I start following, moving as fast as possible without losing her footprints.

I feel my phone buzzing in my pocket and silence it. I see the name on the screen and pause.

It's Emery Sokolov.

Fuck, this is such bad timing, but I have to take this call.

"Hello?" I answer as confidently as I can.

"Milov. It's Emery Sokolov. Pakhan of the Sokolov family. I got your fucking message. Where is my daughter?" he sounds pissed. I don't know if that's a good thing or not.

"She's tied up right now, but you can speak to me," I say.

"You touch one hair on her head, and I'll make you and your family regret ever being fucking born. Your father made that mistake. If you bring Elena back now, I will consider forgiving you and your family."

"I don't take being threatened lightly. You know who I am. You know my role in my family." I scout for her tracks and continue to walk.

"If you hurt her…"

"I won't, but we need to discuss terms properly. Terms that favor both of our families, not just yours." I say. I pause because I need to gather my brains now. I can't fuck this up, or Kervyn and the rest of my family could be in danger.

"Fine. We'll meet. I'll text you the location, and you bring Elena there, and we'll do the trade." Emery is used to getting his way.

"I'm not an idiot. We meet under my terms and conditions." I look down and find Elena's footprints. "I have to go. You'll hear from me soon. Be ready."

I start to jog, following Elena's prints down the mountainside. I only have two knives with me, so I hope I don't run into any wildlife I need to rescue Elena from.