Chapter Fifteen

Aksana

Holding my daughter close, I paced the living room with her as Vladmir tried to calm me down.

“I told you it wouldn’t work!” I seethed. “And now someone else wants me and my daughter. How can we stay here now? We’re not safe anywhere!”

“Aksana,” Maxim spoke carefully.

“No!” I clipped. “Don’t. You can’t promise me anything. I told you someone was trying to kill me. I told you that Katiya’s life was in danger. Now do you believe me?”

“That’s just it, sweetheart,” Vladmir said, walking over to me. “Why? Why do they want you and Katiya? None of this makes any sense.”

I said nothing as he took Katiya from me.

“Aksana, we can’t help you unless you tell us everything. From the moment you arrived, you’ve only been giving us bits and pieces. Now is the time to come clean. We only want to help you. Please allow us to do that,” Maxim implored.

Pacing the room, I shook my head.

Could I trust them? Would they understand? If I told them, what if they turned their backs on me?

I had no one else.

Nowhere else to go.

Sitting on the couch, I raked my hands through my hair and took a deep breath. “Fine. I’ll tell you.”

As everyone took a seat, I looked at Vladmir and said, “I wasn’t completely honest with you when we first met. I left something out. I knew if I said anything, you wouldn’t help me, and I really needed your help.”

“I’m listening.” Vladmir frowned, cuddling my sleeping daughter.

“Remember me telling you about Mr. Ess?” I asked, and Vladmir nodded. “I told you that Konstantin and George feared this man. I wasn’t lying about that. What I left out was that the night they met with Mr. Ess, I heard him speak. I know what he sounds like. I think he saw me or something, because it was shortly after that Konstantin married me off to Steele.”

“Aksana, I still don’t understand. What does Mr. Ess have to do with you or Katiya?”

“I think he might be her father.”

Vladmir looked at Maxim, who sat up straighter.

“After I married Steele, Konstantin was rather insistent that Steele get me pregnant, and fast. Only Steele couldn’t.”

“What do you mean, couldn’t?” Montana asked.

“Because shortly after we married, Steele found out he had testicular cancer. It was only stage one, so the doctors removed his testicles and put him through a few rounds of chemotherapy. But he was sterile. He couldn’t have any more kids. Three years went by and nothing, until the night Steele damn near beat me to death. One of the club girls rushed me to the hospital and when I woke up a few days later, I remembered hearing Mr. Ess’s voice again. He was there, outside my door, talking with a doctor about in vitro fertilization. I didn’t understand it at first, but a few weeks later, when I stood staring at a pregnancy test, I knew I was part of something bigger, more sinister than I originally thought. I knew Steele would kill me if he ever found out I was pregnant. Konstantin was already making his life a living hell for not living up to his end of the bargain. My unexpected pregnancy would just throw him over the edge. So, I ran.”

“Aksana,” Bane whispered. “Can you remember the hospital you were at when this happened?”

“It was Birmingham Memorial, in Alabama. The doctor that treated me was a man named Trent Blackstock.”

“I’ll make some calls,” Bane said, getting to his feet, his phone in his hands.

Looking at Vladmir, I whispered, “I’m so sorry I lied to you. I didn’t mean to, but I didn’t know you that well. I had to protect Katiya. She’s all that matters. Please don’t be angry with me.”

Vladmir pulled me close and said, “I’m not mad, Aksana. I just wished you would have told me sooner. No one is going to take you or Katiya away from us. I give you my word.”

“But what about the man who was here? He said you have forty-eight hours or he’s coming back for us both.”

“You let me worry about that fucker,” Montana sneered, glancing at Malice, who stood stock still, staring out the window.

I didn’t even try to understand what the man was thinking, knowing that there was someone out in the world that looked just like him. It had to be weighing heavily on him.

“Right now, we need to move Aksana and Katiya somewhere no one would think to look for them,” Montana stated.

“And somewhere they would be protected heavily at all times,” Maxim added.

“I can take them to the Golden Skulls,” Vladmir suggested. “Reaper wouldn’t think twice about helping. Plus, he’s already granted Aksana sanctuary.”

“No.” Montana shook his head. “We are not bringing in the hothead.”

“I thought that was you.” I smirked, slyly looking at the man, who narrowed his eyes and grinned.

“Girl’s got jokes now. I see how it is.”

Aleksandr spoke up and said, “I know of a place, and it will kill two birds with one stone.”

“Where?” I asked.

“We take her back to the beginning. We hide her with the Sons of Hell.”

“Katiya is resting,” Vladmir said, walking into my room as I packed for our trip to Virginia. I still wasn’t sure how returning to the Shenandoah Valley would help protect myself and Katiya, but anything was better than staying here where that man knew how to find her. Just knowing he’d been in her bedroom, touching her things, sent a trickle of fear coursing through my body. It was my job to protect her, to ensure that nothing and no one ever dared come close to her, and I failed.

Throwing a few sets of warmer clothes into her bag, I mumbled, “I messed up. It’s all my fault. I failed her.”

“You didn’t fail, Aksana.”

Turning to the man, I snapped, “He was in her room, Vladmir. What if she’d been in there? Some stranger walked into this house and went straight for my daughter’s room. And where was I? I was with you and those bikers, instead of here, protecting her.”

Grabbing my shoulders, he frowned. “You did nothing wrong. Everything you’ve done since her conception has been to protect her. I know this is hard for you, but you can’t be with her all the time. Katiya is going to grow up, Aksana.”

Shrugging him off, I snarked, “She’s just a baby!”

Growling, Vladmir closed Katiya’s bag and shoved it to the side. Taking her clothes from my hands, he threw them on top of her suitcase, and I groaned. “I wasn’t done, Vladmir. I still have more to pack for her.”

Saying nothing, the aggravating man took my hand and dragged me from my room and down the hall to his bedroom. Once inside, he let go of my hand and closed his door, locking it.

Turning to face him, I barely had time to blink before he grabbed my face and slapped another one of his panty melting, toe-curling kisses on my lips. And just like the kiss before, everything around me faded as he consumed my every thought. I swear, what the man lacked in articulation, he sure made up with body language.

In an instant, my nerves and anxiety vanished, leaving behind a rush of excitement, passion, and lust.

Damn, his kisses were like a sweet addiction, leaving me craving more with every touch of his lips. The kiss intensified and suddenly my body filled with a sensation of tiny little sparks dancing beneath my skin.

The sound of my soft moan mingled with the taste of his lips as I leaned in, my hand instinctively reaching for his cheek.

He broke the kiss and looked at me.

Leaning his head against mine, I noticed he too, was breathing heavily. “Tell me to stop.”

“Stop what?”

He groaned.

“God help me. How can you be so innocent after everything you’ve endured?”

“Not that innocent,” I said with a little smirk, my cheeks flushing red.

Cupping my face, he replied as I looked into his deep blue eyes, “Baby, for what I want to do to you... you are innocent.”

Gulping, I licked my lips and asked, “What do you want to do to me?”

“I’ll show you,” was the only reply I got before he picked me up and sat on the bed, with me straddling him.

I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and crossed my wrists behind his neck, feeling the warmth of his body against mine. Leaning towards him, I could feel the warmth of his breath as he met me halfway. There was not a single ounce of uncertainty or anxiety in my mind as I fully embraced the situation.

Our lips connected. I couldn’t help but be captivated by the softness and warmth of his touch. The kiss deepened and I could feel a burning fervor spreading through every inch of my being. The touch of his tongue against my lip ignited a desire within me, prompting me to part my mouth and engage in a passionate tango of tongues.

I savored every moment of this experience, relishing it beyond my wildest expectations, with no desire to hasten its passing. His touch was gentle yet deliberate. His hand smoothly glided down to the small of my back, while his other hand firmly grasped the side of my neck, drawing me nearer.

Pressing my body against his, I could feel the firmness of his chest beneath my breasts, a sensation that sent a shiver down my spine. I lost all sense of reality as his hard body pressed against mine, immersing me in the intensity of the moment. The soft smacking sounds of our kisses echoed through his room while I ran my fingers through his hair.

Overwhelmed by the intense sensations while his hands sensually explored every inch of my body, he left me in a state of complete surrender while sitting in his lap.

I could feel his cock beneath me. I didn’t think when I began to grind back and forth, my entire body now focused directly on the growing mass between his legs. It had been so long since I’d been with anyone, not that anyone really counted. I was a virgin when I married Steele, and he effectively shattered any innocence I had left.

Yet, right now, here in this moment, I was unsure of what to do next.

I broke the kiss for a moment, as his hands gripped my hips, pulling me tighter against him.

“Vladmir, do you want to have sex with me?” I asked softly, my hands slowly fiddling with a button on his shirt.

“No, Aksana, I don’t.”

I nodded and my heart fell. “I understand.”

“No, I don’t think you do,” he said when he kissed me on the lips once more. “I want to own you.”

Gliding a single fingertip down my neck, oh so softly, so that it sent goosebumps across my skin, he added, “I want to tease you, worship you, consume you. I want my name to be the only word that ever passes your lips. I want to watch you writhe in ecstasy as your body relinquishes control to mine. I want to kiss every inch of your body as you willingly submit to me. I want to possess you for the rest of eternity until all you see is me.”

I gulped, slowly nodding my head, and whispered, “That doesn’t sound too bad.”

“Oh, but it is.” He smirked before leisurely kissing my neck in soft circles and occasionally running his tongue sensually along my skin. I moaned softly as his lips traced up my neck and I felt him brush my hair behind my ear. His hot breath in my ear, he added, “Because I’m about to make a meal out of you.”

I had no doubt he could make a meal out of me... and I wanted that so badly.

Vladmir lifted me up, spinning while he tossed me on my back onto his bed. The move was so sudden. I gasped as he quickly ripped my shirt open. He pushed himself between my legs, before crawling over the top of me and kissing me on the lips.

With a gentle touch, he turned my chin once more and planted a soft kiss on my neck. The room was so quiet that the soft kissing sound seemed even louder, filling every corner.

His lips made their way from my neck to my chest, and a gentle moan escaped me, overwhelmed by the pleasure. With precision, his lips targeted the upper edge of my white lacy bra, leaving a trail of soft kisses along the curve of my cleavage.

His hands moved with precision, undoing the clasp of my bra, swiftly removing it and throwing it down onto the floor. With every passing moment, my anticipation grew, causing my nipples to harden even more.

His lips found mine once more, causing me to let out another pleasurable moan as I shifted my gaze downwards, captivated by his skillful actions. The sensation of his teasing fingers on my nipples left me yearning for the warm, wet sensation of his lips. Finally, he reached out and took one in his mouth, he kissed it softly and applied a gentle suction. Carefully, his tongue started swirling around in unpredictable patterns.

With a heavy exhale, I reached out and placed my hand on the back of his head, relishing the feeling of running my fingers through his hair.

“Vladmir...” I whispered.

The deliberate way in which he took his time and playfully teased me was not only absolutely irresistible but also highly addictive. It was in that moment that one of his hands slowly strayed down to my hips and then continued its journey to my inner thigh.

The intimate touch of his fingertips against my skin triggered an automatic response in my legs, causing them to part without hesitation. His careful exploration continued, teasingly tracing along until his fingers finally reached the dampened area on my white thong.

“I’m starving, Aksana. And I intend to savor my meal,” he purred from between my legs, insinuating all the delicious things he had planned for me.

I nodded eagerly, frowning with pained anticipation.

He leaned down and kissed my left thigh. His eyes locked with mine, and I noted they were filled with desire. Starting at the top, he kissed with deliberate slowness, savoring every moment.

I loved how he meticulously explored every inch of my body, relishing in the sensations, and making me yearn for more.

Moving slowly up my inner thigh, his kisses elicited a mixture of pleasure and discomfort, causing me to bite my lip and frown under his watchful eyes. His lips brushed against my skin, hesitating for a moment between my legs, hinting at a possible kiss. The impulse to scream and forcefully guide his head towards me overwhelmed me, but he swiftly moved away and directed his attention to my other inner thigh.

Jesus, he wasn’t kidding about savoring me.

I knew the man wasn’t a picky eater, but I never imagined he would take pleasure in teasing his meal before devouring it. He was driving me crazy. I couldn’t take much more.

I moaned softly, looking down at him.

My eyes begged him to dive right in.

His meal was hot and ready to be eaten.

“Fuck me,” I heard him say in a low gravelly voice while he slid my thong down my legs, baring me to him.

His eyes locked onto me while I felt an overwhelming surge of confidence, as if I embodied the essence of seduction itself.

Slowly, his tongue glided up my wet folds, sending waves of electric ecstasy rippling through my body, causing me to twitch involuntarily. As he slowly took his first lick, I couldn’t help but let out a low moan of pleasure. With his eyes closed and a look of pure bliss on his face, the man groaned while firmly holding onto my hips.

“Fuck, Aksana,” he moaned, licking his lips. “I think I’ve just found my new favorite meal.”

His fingers grazed over my folds, and I could feel him gently opening me up, uncovering my engorged clit. As his tongue finally made contact, a wave of pleasure surged through me, causing my head to fall back against the bed. With a firm grip on my hips, he directed all his attention to that one sensitive spot, causing an overwhelming surge of ecstasy that left me squirming beneath him.

The man was a connoisseur. He was ravenous.

Hungry like a wolf as he greedily devoured me.

Never before had I encountered such an extraordinary experience. A deep warmth spread through my body. Trembling, my body quivered, and my legs turned to jelly. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest with anticipation. Never pausing, he voraciously devoured his meal, savoring every morsel.

“Cum for me, Aksana,” he growled, never letting up as my entire body quivered. My body coiled tightly, unleashing a torrent of pleasure that crashed over me repeatedly, eliciting screams of bliss that echoed through the air.

His eyes brimming with hunger, he wasted no time in getting up, kicking off his shoes and slipping out of his pants. My body was still in a state of euphoria as I struggled to concentrate on the impeccably chiseled man in front of me, his hungry gaze fixed on mine. However, the sight of him stroking his extraordinarily enormous cock completely captivated my attention.

“Holy mother of God,” I muttered as I found myself transfixed by the monstrous appendage.

I mean, I’d seen cocks before, but sweet baby Jesus, none of them ever looked like that. The man was freaking huge. Like a roll of fresh salami or a perfectly shaped eggplant. There was no fucking way that thing was real.

It wasn’t a dick; it was a fucking weapon of mass destruction!

Scooting away from the end of the bed, I shook my head.

“Vladmir, let’s talk about this. We don’t need to rush into anything.”

“I’m not done with my meal,” he growled, kneeling on the bed like a predator eyeing his prey.

“How about I make you a sandwich if you’re still hungry? I can make a mean pastrami sandwich with fresh basil and garden tomatoes?”

With a tight grasp on my ankles, he drew me toward him, pressing his monstrous shaft against my quivering opening.

“I want this meal.”

Oh, dear God.

I was going to die by dick.

As he pushed his hips forward, I could feel the pressure of his big, swollen tip against my reluctant entrance. Slowly and painfully, he entered me, and my eyes widened in shock at the intense sensation.

I wasn’t a virgin by any means, but there were dicks and then there was Vladmir’s dick, which should most definitely come with a warning label.

I clenched my hands tightly around his powerful arms, feeling my fingers sink into his flesh as my wet, traitorous pussy stretched around his thick cock while he entered me. With a grunt, Vladmir pushed his bulbous cock head inside me, causing a pleasurable sensation of being stretched.

Vladmir delved deeper into my tight and wet warmth, his curses in Russian echoed through the room. With each excruciating inch, he claimed my body, forcefully widening me.

The deeper he went, the louder I moaned.

“Oh fuck.”

It seemed as though he would never cease until, at last, I could feel him fully penetrate me, his large testicles pressing firmly against my buttocks. Just like him, I arched my back, feeling a new and intense level of arousal that was both pleasurable and agonizing.

The sensation of him pulling out sent waves of both relief and anticipation skittering through me, as I eagerly awaited the fiery pleasure of him entering me once more. Bending down, he kissed me with intensity, matching the increased rhythm of his hips while he plunged his thick cock deeply into my tight entrance. His movements were still slow, sensual, but a bit more urgent as his thrusts became more forceful.

My body came alive again, my hips meeting his every time.

With a low, rumbling growl, he quickened his pace, sending waves of pleasure coursing through me. He shifted his hips, driving his large member even further inside me. Overwhelmed by his sheer size, his body eagerly pressed against mine, his forceful movements driving his substantial length into me.

I was powerless to stop him, not that I wanted to.

He shook with a predatory intensity, his hips moved and thrust toward me with a practiced grace. His dominance and expert maneuvering were so overpowering that I could feel the familiar rush of arousal coursing through me. My body tingled, my breath quickened, a heat building deep inside me. He felt incredible as I released his arms and gripped the sheets for dear life.

“Oh fuck,” I whimpered, wincing a bit when he picked up his pace.

“Cum on my cock, Aksana,” he firmly ordered, not stopping, his eyes demanding I submit to his request.

It wasn’t a request, but a demand.

He wasn’t stopping until he fucked me into an orgasm.

I couldn’t handle the sheer intensity of his movements. His body heaved and bucked over mine, driving me to the edge of ecstasy. I moved my arms to grip him, needing to hold him when my orgasm began once again. The familiar sensation of my thighs quivering, my chest and face flushing, breath hitching. I squeezed my eyes shut as light burst all around me.

“Good girl,” he crooned in my ear.

“Vladmir!” I cried out urgently when I started to cum. With each steady movement, my body instinctively clenched around him, intensifying the sensation. I arched my back beneath him, feeling the intensity of his touch as my body erupted into a searing blaze, causing me to release a guttural groan.

There was no stopping him now, as he picked up his pace.

I could feel the tension in his entire body as his hands clutched my hips, lifting them up from the bed, allowing him to penetrate me with greater speed and force. I struggled to hold on while he forcefully took what he needed from me.

“Fuck!” a furious expletive escaped his lips, only to be followed by an eerie silence as he squeezed his eyes shut and his muscles became rigid.

I watched, mesmerized, when I felt his body stiffen. I felt his big shaft contract wildly, pumping its load deep inside me. Heat flooded me and I moaned loudly. His cock twitched and pulsed deep within me, I could feel his seed being released, filling me completely. His grip tightened painfully as he grunted, trying to ride out what must’ve been a very intense orgasm. His shaft kept contracting, pumping, and spurting cum inside me.

And it was at that moment I realized he wasn’t wearing a condom.