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Anya
The car ride passed by in a blur to Vlad’s house. My whole body aches and my head is pounding with a headache that has my eyes watering. All I want to do is go inside, take some painkillers, shower and crawl into bed with a bottle of vodka to help numb the pain. I should have fucking known Ivan wouldn’t have let me get away with blowing him off the way I did. I really didn’t think he would call Vlad and snitch. When the Pakhan issues an order, you have no choice but to follow it or you wind up six feet deep. Vlad had to have known Andreas was fighting tonight. He was hoping the Crows would get their pound of flesh through me and stop fucking up his business.
Alexi pulls the car to a stop in front of the gothic style house. I can’t bring myself to even bathe in its beauty. This house used to bring such joyful memories but that was all a mirage. As soon as Vlad brought Katarina and I home from the States, I saw who my father was for the first time. He is a nightmare dressed as a daydream. I don’t wait for anyone to open my door, I push it open and grit my teeth through the pain as I climb out of the car using the door as a crutch. The front door swings open to reveal Mora, the butler that lives here full time. I leave the guys to grab the bags as I make my way inside and head straight for the liquor cart in the living room. I pour myself a glass of vodka and slam it back relishing in the burn. I pour myself another before heading to my room, telling Mora to bring me some pain pills on my way past. He doesn’t even bat an eye at my appearance, after all the years he has been with my family he has seen worse, much worse.
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Once inside my room, I start to unbutton my blouse trying not to hiss in pain with each movement. A knock sounds at my door and I call for Mora to come in, keeping my back to him. Except, it isn’t Mora. Gage steps in front of me and I grip my blouse holding it together.
“What the hell are you doing in here?” I demand. He searches my face and I hate the look of pity I see in his eyes. He says nothing as he holds out a glass of water and two white pills in the palm of his hand. “You really think I’m gonna trust you and just take those?” He sighs tiredly and shakes his head.
“The butler gave them to me when I told him I was bringing you your bags.” In too much pain to argue, I take the risk and trust what he says, popping the pills in my mouth, then taking the glass from him and downing it before giving it back to him.
“Close the door on your way out,” I say as I try with all my might not to limp toward my bathroom—Andreas got me good with a solid kick to my thigh. My whole body aches with pain… shit even the strands of my hair are painful. I hobble over to my bath and lean down to put the plug in. I cry out in pain when a searing pain shoots down my side and robs me of my breath. An arm wraps around my waist. I jolt in shock and instantly regret it when another sharp pain ricochets through me.
“Just let me fucking help you.” Gage sounds pissed and I don’t understand why, I’m not his concern and he shouldn’t be in here. If Vor or Alexi were to see him in my room, Vlad would personally dish out my punishment for this act of disobedience.
“You can’t be in here,” I grit out as he ushers me back to lean against the counter while he starts the bath for me.
“And you shouldn’t have been in that cage.” I glare at his back as he leans over the tub to test the temperature of the water.
“Some of us don’t have the luxury of getting to pick and choose what we want to do.” I hear the bitterness in my own voice. He slowly turns toward me and I notice the pitying look in his eyes is replaced by determination.
“Help me do what I need to and I promise you, you will never have to do anything like you did tonight again.”
“You say the sweetest things,” I say mockingly.
“I mean it.”
“I know you do and that is where we differ. Unlike you, I don’t have my head in the clouds. I know I don’t have a chance at life where I have a family or a man that adores me. I am Anya Volkov, heiress to the Volkov Bratva and that means I will be fighting for my life daily, until someone eventually gets the drop on me and puts me down.” I don’t even look at him, I’m not willing to see the sad look on his face. I release my hold on my blouse and shrug it off. Hissing, I hear him growl before he is crowding me again and helping me pull it the rest of the way off.
“Let me fucking help you at least.” I want to argue but truth is, I really do need his help, so I nod stiffly. He crouches down in front of me and pops the button on my jeans. I suck in a sharp intake of air as he slowly pulls my zipper down. Gage lifts his gaze to mine as he grips the belt loops of my jeans and slowly peels them down my legs. For some unknown reason this moment feels so intimate just from the way he is looking at me. I step out of my jeans. He remains crouched in front of me for what feels like hours but is mere minutes before he slowly stands. We’re so close that his chest brushes against my bra as he stands. I have to crane my neck back to keep eye contact with him. He slowly reaches around my back and unclasps my bra, drawing a gasp from me. He never takes his eyes off mine as he slowly brushes the straps off my shoulders and steps back just enough for my bra to drop to the floor in front of us.
“I can’t–” I begin to say before he cuts me off.
“I’m gonna help you out of your tiny ass thong. I want to promise you that I won’t look, but I also don’t want to lie to you.” He has done nothing aside from help me undress and just be… kind, but his words and the tenderness of his touch and willingness to help me without expecting me to get on my knees, has me growing wet. I dart my tongue to moisten my lips. His eyes track the movement and I nibble down on my bottom lip warring within myself. I shouldn’t allow him to see me bare like this, but this other part of me wants him to drop to his knees and worship me. God, what would it feel like to have his mouth on my pussy? “Keep looking at me like that and we’re gonna have a problem.” I blink a few times to clear my thoughts. He quickly steps back and turns the bath off before reclaiming his position again.
“I think I can take it from here.” The breathy tone of my voice has me cringing, I need to get my shit together. A small smirk pulls at the corner of his mouth as he slowly lowers in front of me, this time, he doesn’t keep his eyes on mine. He takes a good look at my tits on his way down. I bite my lip to keep myself from moaning at the hungry look in his eyes. His face is an inch from my pussy as he grips the thin strings at my sides and slowly begins to pull them down. I pray that he doesn’t see the wet spot on my panties. He follows the trails of my panties down my legs and just as I lift my left leg out of them, an animalistic sound comes from him. I look down to find his gaze transfixed on the crotch of my panties. He snaps his gaze to mine and the lustful look in his eyes has my breath lodging in my throat.
“You wet for me, Anya?” The neediness in his voice has me opening and closing my mouth several times, but no words come out. His eyes bore into mine for a moment before he tears his eyes from mine to stare at my freshly waxed pussy. A shiver runs down my spine when he darts his tongue out to moisten his lips. I attempt to clench my thighs together but he moves so fast. His hands grip my thighs gently to not cause me any more pain as he runs his nose up and down my slit inhaling.
“Mmmm, you smell fucking amazing.” I moan in response, this is the most intimate moment of my life—no one has ever gone down on me before. He gently lifts my uninjured leg and hoists it over his shoulder. He cuts his gaze to mine, the green of his eyes seem to have darkened. “Tell me now if you want me to stop.” I shake my head which just brings a broad smile to his face. He swipes his tongue through my folds, drawing a sharp cry from me. He does it again as he feels around on the floor for something. I watch as he grips my panties, lifts his arm up and pushes them inside my mouth as his tongue starts to lick my cunt. “You spit those out, I stop. Keep fucking quiet before the goon squad comes rushing in here.” I am eagerly ready to agree to whatever he wants if he just keeps eating me.
He parts my lips with his fingers, exposing my intimate part, groaning at the sight and a sense of pride swells inside me. Gage pushes his tongue inside my hole. I rise up on my toes, shocked by the intense feeling. He uses his other hand to grip my ass holding me in place as he continues to fuck me with his tongue. He switches his tongue for a finger and sucks my clit into his mouth, my cries are muffled by my panties. I’m thankful for his forethought with trying to keep me quiet. I can’t pull my gaze from him, watching him finger me and eat my pussy like it’s the most delicious thing he’s ever tasted is so fucking hot. I reach up and twirl my nipples between my fingers moaning at the sensations thrumming through me. He inserts two fingers inside me and picks his pace up, I pinch my nipples and feel my pending orgasm getting closer. He swipes his tongue over my clit twice before he sucks it into his mouth again, pulling my orgasm from me. I throw my head back and scream out my release. He doesn’t stop fingering me or sucking on my clit until a pressure builds inside my pussy, only then does he yank his fingers free as I squirt all over the floor.
Gage
Fuck that was hot!
I stare up at her with a shit eating grin on my face, her cheeks are flushed and her eyes are glassy from her orgasm. I fucking knew she would be a squirter! I gently lift her leg from my shoulder and stand, my cock is rock fucking hard and begging me to burying it deep inside her tight wet hole. Her eyes slowly start to focus again as I reach out and pull her panties from her mouth. Her eyes search mine but I don’t give her time to find what she is looking for. I lead her toward the bath carefully, maneuvering her around her… puddle. I hold her forearm as she climbs in the bath slowly, only letting go when she is seated under the water. I turn away from her, grab a towel from the corner and clean up our mess. I chuck the towel and her clothes in the hamper in the corner before I turn back to her.
“I’m gonna go get set up, then I’ll come back and help you out of the tub.” She says nothing, just nods her head. I head out and go to my room which is two doors down from hers. I close the door behind me and lean my head against it. What the fuck was I thinking? Seeing her standing there in nothing but her bra and panties had me thinking fuck my mission, I need to taste her. I push off the door and scrub a hand down my face. I need a cold shower and to wash the taste of her out of my mouth. She tastes so fucking sweet, her pussy fucking beautiful. I could sit crouched in front of her for hours just staring at it.
“Fuck,” I snarl into the empty room as I strip off and head for the shower. I turn it to freezing cold but it does nothing to snap me out of my thoughts of her and the way she tasted. Fuck, when she came, she squeezed the fuck out of fingers and I’m standing here with my cock in my hand wondering what it would feel like if it were my cock inside her and not my fingers. I take a deep breath through my nose and regret it instantly when the musky smell of her pussy assaults my senses. I grip my cock and pump it once, hissing. I press my other hand against the tiled wall of the shower as I continue to pump my cock. Images of her perfect tits and her dusty pink nipples flash inside my mind. I groan at the thought of sucking and biting down on each of them as she writhes beneath me, screaming my name as I pound inside her tight little body.
I quicken my pace as I picture her naked on my bed, legs spread open waiting for me to fuck her any way I want. I bite down on my lip to quieten the sounds coming from me, feeling my balls begin to tighten and I come so fucking hard to thoughts of her. My cum spurts over the tiled wall. I slump forward, resting my head against it as I wait for my breaths to even out. One fucking taste of her isn’t going to be enough. I never should have allowed myself to touch her because now, all I want to do is touch her, taste her and fuck her. I can’t let my want for her derail me from what is important, even if her pussy is the best I’ve ever fucking tasted.
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