by K. C. Crowne
“Is this what you wanted, Malen kiy?” he asked.
I nodded, making mewling sounds in affirmation as he continued to plunge into me. His hips bucked against mine, his balls slapping against my ass. Viktor held himself above my body, his arms thick and strong on either side of my head, and I cried out as he pounded into me, his thick cock plunging deeper and deeper.
Another orgasm was building. It started at my core, growing bigger and bigger. My body grew hot, my muscles trembled with the pending pleasure, and when I came, it washed over me. I came undone at the seams as I screamed his name, my muscles contracting, clamping down around Viktor’s cock.
He grunted, dropped to an elbow, and ran his fingers through my hair. His caress was gentle, affectionate, and I wondered at how loving he was when we were doing something so incredibly carnal.
Viktor suddenly pulled out of me, and I gasped, moaning in protest.
“Turn around, Angel,” he ordered.
I pushed myself up, my body numb after two orgasms. I stood on my knees and shifted, turning around. Viktor wrapped a thick arm around me and kissed me on my neck. He cupped my breast and tweaked my nipple while he sucked and nibbled on the skin of my neck. He ground his slick cock against my ass, and I gasped and moaned. With his other hand, he kneaded my ass cheek. He moved his hand around my body and between my legs. I moaned when he found my clit and fingered me again.
“You will only ever be this wet for me, kitn,” he said. I shivered, his breath hot against my ear. “You’re mine, Angel. Only mine.”
I gasped at his possessiveness. This stranger was telling me that no man would ever have me again. That I was his and his alone. Forever. I should have been frightened by those words, but instead I was incredibly aroused. In that moment, I knew the truth of it. I would only ever be his. No one would compare to him.
Viktor gently pushed me forward, sliding his hand over my chest and onto my back. He found my entrance and pushed into me again. I cried out when he did, his size a new challenge from behind.
“You’re perfect from every angle,” Viktor said, his hands wrapped around my hips.
When he was buried inside me, he paused a moment to let me adjust to him before he started moving again, pulling out of me and pushing back in. He didn’t move as slowly as he had before. His pace was fast, his balls against my clit with every thrust, and it was incredible.
Viktor fucked me harder until I cried out. My arms collapsed, and I lowered my chest to the mattress, my ass pointing in the air. Viktor grunted, running his hands over my back. He pushed one hand into my hair and grabbed a fistful, enough so that it was just this side of pain. I was riddled with pleasure. He pulled and I lifted my body, arching my back. He pulled my head backward and fucked me, holding me suspended in the air. My breasts pushed outward, and his other hand came around to grab one, tugging at my nipple.
I cried out and moaned.
Viktor let go of my hair, and I fell to the mattress again. He leaned forward, his large body curling over mine, and he bucked his hips as he kissed my cheek. I turned my head and my lips found his. I was close to another orgasm, could feel it building. But I wanted to face him when I came.
“I want to be on top of you,” I said in a husky voice.
Viktor pulled out of me. He lay on the bed, and I clambered over him, straddling his legs. He put his hands on my hips and lowered my body. I grabbed his cock with my hand and guided him to my entrance. When I sank onto his huge cock, he groaned and I moaned in unison.
I sat down on him, trembling when he was inside me, feeling him fill me up. I was so fucking full.
“Fuck, Angel, you’re so perfect.”
I moved my hips, experimenting with the feel and size of him. Slowly, I started riding him, sliding up and down on his cock. He was so big. I didn’t pull back more than half of his size before I rocked back onto him, but the way his brows knit together, and he clenched his jaw told me he liked what I was doing.
His fingers dug into my hips as I started fucking him harder, riding him like there was no tomorrow.
“God, kitn, you’re going to push me over the edge.”
“Come for me, Viktor,” I breathed.
“Fuck!” He ground his teeth, holding back.
I wanted him to come, though. I wanted him to experience pleasure like he’d given me. I wanted to be the one to give it to him. There was something intoxicating about knowing that I could do this to him, that I could make him lose himself the way he did with me.
I rocked harder and faster. My knees rubbed against the sheets under us, and my breasts swung back and forth as I rode him. Viktor bit out curse words, and with his hands on my thighs, he rocked me back and forth harder and faster than I could do myself.
I was on the verge of my own orgasm. My clit had been rubbing against his pubic bone, and he was buried so deep he hit all the right spots, dragging me back to the edge of no return.
When I screamed, the orgasm suddenly ripping through me, Viktor bellowed and pulled me tightly against him, jerking his hips up, pushing into me as deep as he would go. I felt his cock pulsate as he released inside me, and I cried out as my own orgasm rolled over me, the pleasure rocking through the us simultaneously.
I collapsed on Viktor’s chest, and he rolled his hips under me, riding out the orgasm with me. It felt like it lasted forever. The pleasure just kept coming until I lay trembling on his chest. Viktor grunted and ran his hands over my back. He was still buried inside me, still hard.
I was exhausted. For my first time, it had been incredible, but I couldn’t keep going. He brushed my hair out of my face and kissed me on the forehead before he rolled over, pulling out. He pulled me tightly against him, and I could feel his heart beating against my cheek.
“Thank you,” I whispered.
“For what?”
I felt ridiculous now that I’d said it out loud. But he hadn’t hurt me.
“For being a real man,” I said.
Viktor didn’t answer me. He stroked my hair, running his fingers through it, and I sighed, closing my eyes. He let go of me long enough only to pull the sheets over us so I didn’t get cold.
“Don’t go,” I said, sleep already drawing over me like a blanket of its own.
“I’m not going anywhere.” Viktor pulled me tighter against him.
And I believed him.
Viktor
I was fucked five ways to Sunday if I fell for this one. And no matter how hard I tried to convince myself that Angela was just another girl, I just couldn’t help myself. When I was around her, everything made sense. Running from Maksim had been the right thing to do. I’d fled all the way to Grizzly Falls just so I could end up with this beauty at my door.
Nyet, I scolded myself. She was a liability. If I had to look out for someone other than myself, I risked distraction. I risked getting caught. And I was putting her in danger, too. If Maksim got his hands on her, I would lose my shit. He would wish he’d never been born. He wasn’t going to find her. He wasn’t going to touch her. I would make sure of that.
I slipped out of the cabin at the ass crack of dawn, pulling the door quietly shut behind me. Angela was still asleep in my bed, our bed, naked, beautiful. Perfect. I had slid from underneath the covers, careful not to wake her.
My mind was full of her. I wanted to show her how much she meant to me. I would never tell her in so many words. But a woman like that deserved to be pampered. Axel had suggested a date in town. Maybe it was time to do something like that. Take her out, show her what she was worth.
I headed into the mountain, climbing over rocks, ducking between shrubs, until I reached the crack between the boulders. I forced my way through it and powered up my satellite equipment. I started plotting a romantic date with her. Dinner, flowers, the whole thing.
I waited for my satellite equipment to boot up, drawing my mind back to the present. I could daydream later. While she was asleep, I needed to check. I needed to be sure we were still safe. My eyes s
lid over the screen, and to my relief, Maksim’s men had returned to base. All of them were back in Russia, where they belonged. I frowned at the screen, a green blip popping on the radar every now and then. Far away from Russia, far from home. And moving.
Where the fuck was he going? I couldn’t tell which blip was who, but it didn’t matter. Fuck, it could be Maksim himself and it wouldn’t make a difference. I needed them to stay away. All of them.
I watched the blip for a while, but it would take a lifetime to track the movement. It was probably just another job. Maksim didn’t know where I was. Without my own tracker, he couldn’t find me. There was no way for him to pick up on my equipment, and the Americas was the one place he wouldn’t imagine me going.
The blip was on Canadian soil. Did it mean something? Too much of a coincidence. They wouldn’t find me here.
I watched the movement until it stopped. Maybe it was a place to stay for now. Maybe this was where he was meant to be, where his mark was. He wouldn’t move any further.
I packed up my equipment and left my hideout. My mind ran in circles. If Maksim found me, shit was really going to hit the fan. I would fight him. I would take them all out – I’d given it all up, I’d laid down my gun, but I wasn’t going to let any of them get to me. I would do it one more time to be sure we were safe. Especially Angela.
By the time I reached the cabin, I wasn’t calm enough to climb back in bed and cuddle up to her. My muscles were tight, my mind spinning. I looked at the world with the same eyes I had when I’d just arrived. Everywhere was a place for someone to hide. Everywhere was a spot for a sniper to camp out, a gunman to conceal himself in the shrubbery.
The cabin was quiet, the forest still asleep around us. The chirp of birds in the trees above was removed.
I stepped into the cabin and checked on Angela. She had rolled over, her dark hair fanned over the pillows, the sheet only pulled up to her ribs so her naked breasts were exposed. Round, milky white, with dark nipples.
Fuck, she was beautiful. And sexy. I wanted to take her again. Last night had been incredible.
But I had business to attend to. I tugged the sheets up a little higher so she wouldn’t be cold. I wanted to drop a kiss in her hair and stopped myself. I needed her to sleep for a while longer.
And I needed to get a fucking grip. I was turning into someone I didn’t know I could be. Being with Angela brought a side out in me I thought I’d lost. After ripping so many families apart, I’d thought I didn’t have what it took to be warm toward someone, to love and care again.
It had been fine by me – I would only drag whoever attached themselves to me through the hell of running, of living a life away from the real world.
Was I willing to do that to Angela? She deserved better.
Angela was everything that was good and pure in the world. She wasn’t only beautiful; she had a stubborn streak that made me feel a sense of pride around her. Something about her reminded me of the forest after a summer rain – clean and fresh, as if all the dirt had washed away and what remained was untouched and perfect.
I’d already started fucking with her perfection. And Angela deserved better than the likes of me. She deserved to be treated like a queen, to be given a life encrusted with diamonds. She deserved a classy house and a man who had an honest job, who could give her everything she deserved in life.
She didn’t deserve a damaged train wreck who was as familiar and comfortable with guns as I was fucking a female.
I would treat her like a queen. I would give her everything in my power to show her how perfect she was, how worthy. But no matter what I gave her, no matter how hard I tried, I would never be able to outrun my past. I still had to watch for Maksim. I still had to make sure that they didn’t find me.
I was still in hiding.
And eventually, I would have to send her away so her life wasn’t ruined, or worse, ended, by my past.
But not yet.
I was a selfish son of a bitch. I didn’t want to let her go. I wanted to hold on as tightly as I could. For as long as I could.
Angela
When I woke up, Viktor wasn’t in bed with me. I rolled over to his side, feeling the sheets. They were cold – he’d been away for a while.
I rolled onto my back and looked up at the ceiling. I curled under the sheets, relishing in the delicious aftermath of our sexual escapades. The echo of him was still between my legs where I was pleasantly sore.
I sat up and looked around. I frowned when I saw my phone on the side table. I could swear it hadn’t been there when we’d headed to town. I’d looked for it everywhere. Or had I just missed it? Damn, I must have hit my head far harder than I thought. I should have asked the doctor to check it when we’d been in town for Viktor’s stitches. But I felt fine.
The phone was off, and when I tried to power it up, the battery was only half drained. Had I turned it off? I scrolled to the message I’d tried to send out before and realized it had gone through.
“Oh,” I said softly.
Maybe my mom would send a rescue mission. Or Ryan would send someone to come pick me up. Something. I searched for a response, but my signal had no bars and nothing came through.
The relief I felt caught me off guard. I had to get out of here. I needed to prepare for my new life. Would it be so bad if I stayed here until I had to leave? Buried deep in the forest with Viktor, spending more nights together, the way we had last night…
I smiled when I thought about it. Holy shit, it had been amazing with him. Everything about Viktor was amazing. Everything about him was a surprise. He looked like a vicious creature, especially when he was upset or deep in thought. But he had such a soft side to him.
And the way he touched me… fuck.
Not that it made him soft. Oh, no. He was all masculine ruggedness. And even though he’d treated me like I was delicate, he hadn’t once hesitated to take what he wanted. His dominating attitude was so hot I wanted more of it.
Thinking about him made me wonder where he’d gone.
I slid out of bed and wrapped Viktor’s robe around me. I peeked into the living room, but it was quiet. He was nowhere to be found. Maybe he’d gone hunting again. I smiled at the memory of him stomping into the cabin with the dead bird. God, he had been something to behold.
I walked to the little bathroom and closed myself in. I turned on the shower, tied up my hair so it wouldn’t get wet, and let the water run over my body. As the steam rose, I could smell his scent on me again, the smell of our sex, and I moaned softly, thinking about how he’d touched me. I washed myself, running my hands over my breasts, between my legs, and I was getting hot and bothered thinking about how it felt when his hands were on me. So much better than when I touched myself.
I thought about the feeling of his cock sliding into me and my stomach tightened. My fingers slipped over my clit as I washed myself.
I heard Viktor in the room and smiled, rinsing the soap off my body.
“Malen kiy,” he called.
“I’ll be right out.”
I turned off the water and dried off with a towel that lay folded on the toilet bowl. I wrapped it around my body and unlocked the door, pulling my hair from the band. When I stepped out, Viktor stood by the bed with a troubled expression on his face. He turned to face me, face altered. His gaze dragged over my body and turned dark, his lips parting.
“Is everything okay?” I asked.
Viktor looked up at me. “Just fine,” he rumbled. He took two long steps to me around the bed, so close a sigh would push us together. “Perfectly fine.”
I swallowed hard when I looked into his eyes. The sexual tension between us grew, becoming so thick, and his scent was strong even though his clothes. Everything about him looked and smelled like sex.
Viktor lifted his hand and tugged at my towel. I didn’t work very hard to keep it on. It fell to the ground, and I stood in front of him, naked.
“Fuck,” he swore under his breath, staring at my
body. He dragged one finger slowly over my collar bone, down my arm.
“You’re still wearing clothes,” I pointed out.
“Help me get rid of them,” he suggested.
I pulled up his shirt. He was too tall for me to pull it over his head, so he helped me. I ran my hands down his abs, kissing his pecs. I pushed my breasts against his abs, and he moaned softly, cupping them with his hands and kneading them.
I fumbled with his pants, undoing them and pulling them down. His cock was already hard, and it sprung free. I wrapped my fingers around it and he groaned. He tugged at my nipples and dipped his head to kiss me. His arms wrapped around my body and he squeezed my ass, pulling me against him. His cock was hard against my stomach, and I moaned into his mouth.
Viktor spun me around, and I yelped in surprise. He held onto me from behind, one arm around my chest, and the other moving between my legs. I widened my stance, making space for him, and his thick fingers pushed between my folds, running over my clit. He sent jolts of electricity into my body, and I gasped and moaned. I turned my head and kissed him as he ran his fingers back and forth over my clit, making my legs turn to jelly. He balanced me between his mouth, his hand on my breast, and the hand between my legs, and I slipped closer and closer to an orgasm.
God, he was so good at that. Every time he touched me, I was on the verge of ecstasy. He made me tremble, and I whimpered into his mouth.
Viktor retrieved his hand for just a moment and took my hand in his. He guided my hand between my legs, pushing my fingers against my own clit. He rubbed my clit with my fingers, moving in slow circles. I gasped and moaned as he guided me to touch myself.
“Show me how you touch yourself, Malen kiy. I want to see you surrendering to your deepest pleasure for me.” He nuzzled my neck, and I closed my eyes, giving myself over to the feeling of want and need that washed over me. My legs started trembling as an orgasm circled closer. He moved his body back a little and ran his other hand down my back. It gave me goosebumps. Gently, he nudged me forward.