Chapter 12: Daniil

It had been a week already, and those were by far some of the best few days of my life. My milaya hadn't taken too much time loosening up; she'd accepted her fate rather quickly, faster than I'd predicted.

My assumptions about her were correct; she was really good in bed, and her pussy was undeniably the sweetest I'd tasted in a long time. She was so good that I found myself becoming more and more obsessed with each passing day. I'd become addicted to her within the short period we spent together.

Upon my return, every day since we first shagged, it had been sex, sex, and sex. I couldn't stop myself and couldn't get enough of her. Sex with this young, naive woman was always mind-blowing, although she had transformed from being a naive and inexperienced girl to an expert who was shameless in bed at times.

As I drove home, my mind was occupied with thoughts of her and my favorite moments of us together.

I thought about how impressed I was when I'd realized that I was the one who took her virginity, and a sense of satisfaction had washed over me. She hadn't been touched by anyone else but me, and that was priceless. I wanted it to remain that way. I was a jealous man who hated to share; I was selfish and possessive of whatever belonged to me.

At first, Vivian had been a little shy, even after the first time, but consequently, she began to get used to it, and I marveled at how easily she fell for me. She obviously loved the way I handled her, and sometimes, she initiated the sex herself.

I smiled faintly, replaying the first time she'd surprised me with that.

I had a long day dealing with several traitors who had attempted to sell us out to a rival organization. Andrei had caught them and brought them to me that night.

Smoking in my car, I waited for the traitors to be brought to me. My driver had pulled over by a bridge in a secluded area.

From my seat, I saw the headlights of an approaching car, and the vehicle soon came to a stop. The headlights went off, and I heard the car's sliding doors opening, accompanied by heavy footsteps.

Andrei walked over to my car and opened the backdoor from outside. I stepped out, and there they were: two brothers who didn't know that they were about to die.

We conversed in Russian, and I made them feel comfortable and laugh in front of the others.

"These men have been hard-working, and I want to use this medium to appreciate their efforts." I patted their shoulders.

The fools laughed, nodding as a couple of my men applauded them. No one knew my plans except for Andrei.

"I just have one question." My countenance changed into a serious one immediately. "Why did you choose to betray me?"

Their breaths ceased at my words, and their faces were clouded with fear.

"Did you really think I wouldn't find out about your little deal with the Smoke Serpents?"

One of them, the older one, swallowed hard, dampened with sweat. He tried to defend himself, but I drew out my gun and fired once, a bullet to the head. His blood splashed on the face of the guy behind him, and his brother took off foolishly, attempting to flee. Without much effort, Andrei stretched out a hand and dragged him back by the shirt.

Enraged by his cowardice, I grabbed him myself, and with my bare hands, I beat him mercilessly. A powerful kick knocked him to the base of my car, beneath the back door. He groaned in pain when I walked up to him and slammed the door against his head. I kept doing that even after he was long gone.

"He's dead." Andrei placed a hand on my shoulder from behind.

Panting, I stopped and stepped away from him.

"They know how much I hate betrayal, yet they do it." I faced him, furious. "Why?"

Andrei didn't have an answer; he just stood silent in front of me.

"Clean up this mess," I instructed one of my men, gesturing at the man's brains plastered over the ground and in the backseat of the car.

He nodded and signaled to a couple of others.

"Let's go," I said to Andrei, and we both headed to a different vehicle.

When I got home that night, I went to my room, frowning at what I had to do. When I sat in my chair, I saw her.

She was wearing sexy lingerie, posing like a model by the bathroom door.

The moment I saw her, all that anger and negativity went out the window. I felt a sense of calmness wash over me, and I smiled broadly.

"You look like you need a massage," she said, biting her lower lip enticingly.

Fuck, she was gorgeous!

I watched her walk over to me like a model, a sexy goddess. A few paces before me, she dropped to her knees and crawled up to me on all fours.

"Allow me to ease your tension and help you relax." She flashed a smile at me that instantly got my cock standing erect.

Vivian teased me a little, caressing the print of my hard cock.

"Do you like that?" she asked with a very sexy tone, her eyes fixed on my face.

I smirked but didn't reply.

"I'll take that as a yes." She unbuckled my belt, took out my cock, and licked the cap.

I threw my head back, relaxed by the chills of her tongue gliding over my cock. I groaned lightly. She continued to stroke it, and soon, she took it into her mouth.

Her movements were slow initially; then, they gradually grew faster. Her saliva was all over my cock, making it rather slippery.

I looked down at her, amazed at how nastily she was sucking me, doing so without any ounce of shame. She wasn't holding back, and I loved that.

Jerking her eyes up, she watched my satisfactory reaction as she gave me the best blowjob I'd ever received.

Fuck! The girl was good.

She pushed her mouth down, allowing my dick to travel up her throat. I heard her gag, but she seemed to like it; she seemed to like the way she choked on it.

Naughty, naughty….

She pulled out and coughed lightly while her hand continued to pleasure me.

"Can you fuck my mouth?" It sounded more like a plea than a request. "I want you to do it."

I rose to my feet, ready to do as the girl wanted.

She smiled, her mouth open, and taking my cock, she inserted it herself.

I fucked her mouth so well as she knelt before me, gagging and choking. A part of me wanted to hold back, given the innocent girl she was, but I couldn't control myself. Besides, she wanted it.

Her saliva was drooling off my slippery cock, and her eyes were locked on mine. I dug my fingers into her hair, supporting her frame from the back as I continued to plunge into her mouth.

The loud honk of an approaching truck pulled my mind back to reality, prompting me to steer the car away from the catastrophic collision that would have claimed my life.

"Fuck you, man!" the driver yelled at me.

I'd decided to drive myself today, and look at what had almost happened. Andrei was right; this girl was a distraction.

Back on track, I shook my head in an attempt to brush off the thoughts of her as I tried to pay rapt attention to the road.

When I got home, I pulled over by the fountain and got out of the car, heading inside, eager to set eyes on her.

I was greeted by the maid, Daria, who, after I asked about Vivian, told me that she was in the kitchen.

" Pochemu ty razreshil ey gotovit' yedu samostoyatel'no? " I frowned, asking why she'd let her cook food by herself.

" Ya popytalsya ostnovit' yeye, no ona ochen' upryama ," she replied, saying that she'd tried to stop her, but Vivian was very stubborn.

She wasn't wrong; the girl could be stubborn when she wanted to be.

I dismissed her and headed to the kitchen, where I saw Vivian in my oversized shirt, making herself something to eat. Leaning against the entrance, I watched her do her thing, wondering if she was naked under that shirt. We hadn't done it in the kitchen yet, and I was more than willing to try that now.

Walking over to her, I wrapped my hands around her waist from the back. She'd jerked in shock at first until she realized it was me.

"No one dares to hold you like this aside from me," I said to her with a wicked chuckle.

"Of course," she replied. "My body is yours and yours alone." Vivian moved her hip slowly, grinding over my erection.

I reached for her breasts and fondled them for a while, tuning her nipples and enjoying the way her body was reacting to my touch. However, this time, I felt like something was off.

She turned and faced me, and as I saw her pale eyes, I knew for sure that something wasn't right.

"What is it?" I asked, both curious and concerned.

She sighed softly.

"I just…I just feel suffocated in here, doing nothing all day, every day. I feel like I'm dead on the inside, and I'm…I'm sad, Daniil." She buried her face in her palms. "I want to feel some fresh air, you know…to feel alive again."

I was quiet, watching her without a word. What she was insinuating didn't go down well with me, and I thought we'd established the basis of this relationship. She was in no position to make demands like this, even though she did not directly make any demands at all.

"I know what you're thinking: I'm not in a position to ask for favors like this, but please…I feel like a prisoner, a prisoner you fuck at will." She pleaded with her eyes. "I simply want to feel alive again. That's all."

She had been a good girl lately and a bad girl when I wanted her to be…. She'd fucked me so well that she deserved this little favor. She'd earned it, anyway.

Maybe I needed to loosen up a little, especially now that she'd proven to be mine forever.

"Go change your clothes and meet me in ten minutes," I declared.

Her face lit up like a thousand sapphires, and a genuine smile spread across her face as she embraced me tightly.

"Thank you."

"Make no mistake," I began, my voice calm yet intimidating. "If you try to run…I will kill you."

She shifted her eyes across my face, looking at me blankly.

"Do you understand?"

"You don't have to worry about me running away," she replied, looking me dead in the eyes. "You've ruined me for someone else. I'm stuck with you now, and I'm okay with that." Her tone was firm, and her words reassuring.

I studied her countenance for a moment to ensure she truly meant what she'd said. She seemed like she did. Vivian had grown past the stage of being my prisoner, and granting her this little request would be the beginning of her seeing me as something different from a heartless monster.

"It's a good thing you understand the consequences of trying anything stupid."

She smiled at me and kissed me fervently.

"How would you like to fuck me on the kitchen counter?" She stuck out her tongue and seductively licked my lips. "You could go through my holes in any position you like, fuck me as much as you want—tie me if you want," she whispered the last statement into my ears. "I'll let you do with me as you please, as I've always done." Her hand grabbed my erection, and she slowly brushed over it.

I rolled my neck in a massaging motion, thinking about how good everything she'd said sounded.

"Wear a hoodie," I said to her. "I can't risk anyone recognizing you."

"Aye, captain." She kissed me for a couple of more seconds before finally stepping away.

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While I drove around town, she rolled down her window, breathed the fresh air, and sighed in satisfaction.

"Now, this feels good," she said happily.

I glanced at her, and her legs were shaking. I'd noticed this earlier in the drive but didn't think it was something to be worried about.

"What's wrong?" I asked, this time more out of concern, less of curiosity.

She turned to me, and I could tell she was embarrassed and unable to look me directly in the eyes.

"What is it? I reiterated.

"I couldn't tell you earlier because I was…well, I was embarrassed," she replied, a little bit shy.

" Milaya , spit it out already." I was growing impatient.

She managed to look at me and said, "I…I got a UTI."

Shit!

I didn't know much about the biology of a woman, but I did know that a Urinary Tract Infection mainly was common amongst sexually active women. So, in a way, this was my fault.

"I'd like to use the restroom, please," she requested, her thighs shaking.

One of the symptoms of UTI was frequent urination, and now, she was pressed.

I glanced around, and there was a public restroom just across the street.

"Hold on." I swerved the vehicle and sped over there.

My car's tires crunched over the gravel as I brought it to a halt.

"Go."

She was about to step out when I added, "Flip that hood over your head."

She nodded subtly and did as she was told before stepping out. "I'll be back shortly."

I watched her rush quietly to the restroom, get in, and lock the door from inside while I waited for her in the car.

Seated there with my eyes on the restroom door, I drummed my fingers on the steering wheel. I checked my watch, noting that she seemed to be taking a long time.

Hold on. If she had a UTI, why didn't she mention this earlier? She must have been in some kind of pain and needed medical attention. It doesn't make any sense that….

Then, it hit me. I'd been played. She was pretending to have a UTI so she would have some time to herself—alone. This was her plan: to get me to bring her outside, and then, she'd flee.

"Fuck!" I rushed out of the car and ran toward the restroom.

With a heavy kick, the door flung open, revealing nothing but emptiness and an open window.

She'd escaped.

"Fuck!"