Chapter 21 - Arseny

Dammit, I was enjoying that.

But I don't exactly what to be caught with my pants down and Elena sucking me off when her father walks in. I leopard crawl under the bed and keep quiet, feeling a lot more sober than I did trying to break into this place.

I realize now how stupid that was. I could have been caught, and there would be a severe punishment.

Elena unlocks her door and sits on her bed. I can feel her weight shifting on it as she hastily tries to fix herself up.

There's a knock at the door, and I hear the voice again, "Elena?"

"Yes, Father," she says. "Come in."

The door swings open, and I can see suit pants and smart shoes. They walk inside and stop in front of Elena. If he hits her, I'll get out from under here and fucking kill him.

"Elena, what you said downstairs…"

"I know. I shouldn't have interrupted an important meeting with my nonsense ideas," she sighs. She's clearly used to being put down for her thoughts.

"No, it's I who should apologize to you. You have good ideas, and maybe if I weren't stubborn… if I listened more…" He pauses and moves, sitting next to Elena.

"You've always wanted a seat at the table, and I've never wanted you involved. Family business can get so messy." He pauses.

"I know what family business involves, Father. I was brought up in this family. I wasn't a fool who hid away. I embrace what we do. I'm proud of what we do, and if you'd let me, I'd improve what we do." Elena sounds earnest. She's been dying for this moment for a long time.

"Maybe we can try to have you come in," Emery says after a pause. "You can come and sit in on a meeting I'm having tomorrow about the import of the hooch. We'll take it from there, but Elena, I expect you to be respectful of everyone's opinion, and I, in turn, will ensure they respect yours." He stands up, the weight on the bed lifting.

"Yes, Father." I can hear the smile in her voice. I'm so proud of her.

"I'm glad you're back safe," Emery says. "If that Arseny Milov had hurt you."

"He's not all bad," she says quietly. "He did treat me well while I was his captive."

"I don't want to hear it. I'll deal with that imbecile in due course. Are you coming back down to the party?" he asks.

"No. I'm going to turn in early. I'm exhausted from all the excitement." I hear her yawn, and I smile. I know she will be exhausted when I'm done with her.

Emery leaves and shuts the door. We wait for his footsteps to recede before she locks the door again.

"Get out here, you fool," she whispers.

"I'm the fool? Who was going down on who?" I whisper as I get out from under her bed.

"My father could have caught us," she says, helping me to my feet.

I catch her chin in my hand and kiss her deeply. "We were busy."

"Arseny, jokes aside. My father is looking for his pound of flesh, and I'm worried about what he would do to you," she says.

I let her go with a sigh and sit down on the edge of her queen-sized bed.

"Elena, I'm not going to act like your father's going to fall in love with me in an hour, but I'm not going to run from him. I've lived this life since the day I was born. I don't scare easily. Come, sit with me. Just be in the moment…" I take her hand and pull her onto my lap.

She kisses me softly. "My father can be ruthless."

"I know," I whisper.

"But he's upfront, Arseny. He wouldn't do a cloak and daggers deal about the butchers. I know he wouldn't. Someone else is up to something and using his name to cover their tracks."

"Let's stop talking about your father," I say, stroking the back of my hand over her plump breast. "And let's catch up in other ways."

I kiss her softly. She slides her arms around my neck and hugs my head as we kiss deeply.

I cup her breasts in my hands and palm them, massaging them gently before I yank her dress and bra down to free them. I tease her nipples, tweaking them gently.

"Hmm," she moans into my mouth and grinds into me. I'm erect again quickly.

She stands up, slips out of her dress, and undoes her bra, tossing it to the side. I pull her toward me and kiss her stomach softly, running my hands along her curves before I take the two sides of her thong and pull them down, letting them drop to the floor so she can step out of them.

She steps back, and I get up, undoing my shirt quickly as we kiss again. She works on my pants, and they drop to the floor, swiftly followed by my boxers.

She climbs onto the bed and touches herself. I lick my lips before I crawl onto the bed and settle between her legs. I move her hand and lean my head down to capture her clit in my mouth to suck on.

She jolts slightly. I know she likes it when I tease this swollen nub. She grips my hair tightly and whimpers softly, "Arseny."

I release her and look up. "Hush, someone will hear us."

I suck on her clit again before I use two fingers to massage it.

"I want you inside of me," she whispers. "All of you."

I crawl up the bed so I'm lying next to her. "Almost… first…"

I push two fingers inside of her, and she arches her back. I massage her clit and work her pussy, with her rocking back and forth. A thin film of sweat forms on her skin as I pleasure her.

I release her and pull my fingers out. She takes my hand and licks her own juices from my fingers before I kiss her, tasting the tartness on her tongue.

She pushes me back and swings a leg over me. I hold my cock in position, and she slowly lowers herself so it pushes into her. She doesn't stop until I'm buried in her to the hilt. Then, she starts to move up and down.

She leans down, and we kiss deeply as I start to move my hips to meet hers. Her tight pussy wrapped around my throbbing cock is otherworldly as we move as one person, trying our best not to make a noise in case someone is passing the room.

I flip her over and start moving hard, thankful the bed doesn't squeak. I sit up and hold her hips as I slam in and out of her, watching as she fondles her breasts. Nothing could make this more perfect. Nothing could make her more perfect.

She squeezes her breasts hard before she lowers her head to lick at one of her nipples. I lick my lips as I watch her suck it into her mouth.

I reach between us as I move and massage her clit again, and she quickly pulls a pillow over her face to block out the sound. I lift her one leg so it's flush with my chest, and I hold onto it as I pile drive her.

Sweat drips from both of our bodies as I start to slow down into harder thrusts.

"I'm close," I murmur.

"Me too," she whimpers. I can tell as her pussy clenches around me. I fuck her faster, and she arches her back as the orgasm tears through her. She tightens around my cock, and I slam into her, spilling my seed. I thrust again and again—one final time before I withdraw and lie down beside her.

She shoves the pillow to the side and turns to look at me breathlessly.

"Please let it always be that intense," she says quietly.

I kiss her softly. "For as long as I'm alive," I say. She turns on her side to face me, and I hold her hip as I face her.

"I've never let anyone touch me the way you touch me," she says quietly. "It's like I can't get enough of you."

"I know what you mean," I whisper. "You're a drug to me, and I'm completely addicted."

"What happened when I went to meet your father? Who released you?" I ask.

"My brothers came to get me. Apparently, they had eyes on us since the motel."

"Dammit," I say. "I knew someone was following us."

"Kyle picked the cuffs, and Ethan insisted we leave. I tried to stay, to keep my word, but they were having none of it."

"And you still think your father wouldn't do questionable business? He didn't even show up for a meeting." My voice is quiet but annoyed.

She puts a hand on my chest to calm me. "He was just angry with you. He knew he had me, so there was no point in the meeting to discuss anything. It doesn't mean he doesn't deal with a straight hand."

I scoff and sigh. "I don't want to fight. What did you do when you got back?"

"I had a long hot shower," she says quietly. "And then I relaxed and ate some food, and then my father informed me we were having a welcome home party for me because he told my family I'd gone on holiday." She rolls her eyes, and I stroke her side. "As if that's believable."

"Where did he tell them you were?"

"He stuck to the truth for the most part," she explains. He told them I had gone to a cabin in the mountains and had spent a few days there."

I shake my head. "Stealing my ideas for himself," I tease.

She leans up and kisses me. "What about you?"

"I got chewed out by my brothers for letting you escape after everything that happened," I explain. "Even my mother was pissed with me. They figured out we'd slept together, which just made everyone more mad. I had lunch and then went to my brother"s private club in his casino. He thought plying me with drinks and women would make me feel better."

She gives me a dark look, and I kiss her nose. "Don't worry, I turned down the women."

"You better have," she murmurs. "So it was Dutch courage that made you come here tonight. How do you even know where I live?"

"I'm an enforcer for a notorious Mafia family. I can find out anything," I brag. "And it wasn't too hard to follow your brother Ethan here after I spotted him at one of your father's bars."

She shakes her head. "That boy has no brains. He never knows when he's being tailed."

"Neither did we, to be fair," I say.

"We were busy," she retorts.

I kiss her softly again. We make out for a few minutes before she curls up against my chest, kissing my scars softly.

"I wish I could kiss these all away," she whispers.

"They are a part of who I am. They represent the lessons I've learned in life. I wouldn't get rid of them even if I could." I stroke her back softly. "Scars can be really useful in reminding us of our mistakes."

We hear cars starting, and she shifts. "The guests are leaving. Once everyone is gone, you better go, too."

"Why?" I ask quietly. "I want to spend the night with you."

"Because I can't have you caught, my father will kill both you and me. He'll think I'm a traitor." She looks at her watch. "Guard shift change is in ten minutes. If you go, then you'll get out without a fuss."

"You're chasing me out."

"I'll see you soon," she promises, getting out of bed and slipping on a nightgown.

I get up and start getting dressed before I catch her wrist. "Come with me," I demand. "Come be with me, forget your family. They don't see you the way I see you anyway."

"Please, Arseny. I want to get to the bottom of this butcher"s story and show you my father isn't the one who did this. I can prove I'm right."

I consider how I could tie her up and kidnap her out her window. Force her to be mine. Keep her forever.

But I don't want to hurt her. I don't want her to hate me. I kiss her deeply, climb over the balcony, and walk off into the night.