by K. C. Crowne
I kissed his thigh, moving up along the side of his cock and down the other side. I kissed him everywhere, touching his legs and ass and around his shaft – everywhere but his cock. Finally, I ducked my head and sucked his balls into my mouth, first the one, rolling it around, swirling my tongue around it. And then the other.
Finally, when Viktor’s hands were in my hair, tugging and caressing, showing me his frustration as I teased him, I kissed the base of his cock. I pushed my tongue against his shaft and slowly licked my way up, up, up. I sucked his head into my mouth, and he groaned. I glanced up at him, and his eyes were closed, head tipped back a little, losing himself.
I pulled him deeper and deeper into my mouth, as far as I could take him, before I sat back some and let part of his cock slip out of my mouth. With my hand around the base of his cock, I covered the distance I couldn’t cover with my mouth. I slid my hand up and down, his cock getting slicker with my saliva as it ran down his shaft, and I sucked him like that, until he gasped and moaned.
He pulled out of my mouth with a sudden pop.
“You’re driving me insane,” he growled and kissed me hard. While he kissed me, his tongue exploring my mouth, probing, tasting, he pushed his fingers between my legs. He moaned when he felt how wet I was.
He spun me around, bent me over the mattress, and pushed into me. The movement was swift, the size of him incredible, and he started pounding. I cried out, a second orgasm looming, and with just a few thrusts, I fell apart in no time at all. I leaned on the bed, trying to keep my balance as he pumped into me.
When I gasped, breathing hard after my climax, Viktor pulled out and he turned me around again. The look on his face pulled me up short. His eyes were dark, and his face filled with lust, but his eyes… they looked different than usual. He looked at me with so much affection and love, warmth spilled over my body.
He kissed me again, his touch tender. His kiss was gentle, tongue swirling around mine. His fingers were careful as he caressed my cheeks, my neck, my shoulders. He ran his hands over my body, as if he was committing every curve to memory. He kissed me as if I’d been gone and we were finally reunited again.
Slowly, he lowered me to the mattress and lay down next to me, his body half on mine, his weight just enough to make me feel grounded and not trapped. His hands slid over my body, worshiping my breasts. His fingers slid over my mound, but it was a caress, not an attempt to get me to orgasm again.
When he shifted his weight onto me, pushing himself up on his elbows, I shifted too so that my body was underneath his. His body lay between my legs, and I pulled up my knees and wrapped my legs around his.
He thrust into me, and I moaned softly. Viktor kissed me again. Slowly, he started moving inside me. The movement was a caress the same way he had done with his hands. And this felt a hell of a lot more like making love than it felt like sex.
He picked up the pace, moving faster and faster. As he thrust into me, another orgasm began deep inside me. He reached down deep and stroked all the right parts, and when he was close to his own climax, moving faster and faster, I cried out, coming undone at the seams.
My pussy clamped down around him, and it was as if that sent him over the edge. We came together, wrapped up in each other, swept away by the sensation that we were completely and deeply connected.
Finally, after what felt like forever, floating on a different plane, we finally came down to reality. Viktor kissed me, and when he pulled out of me, he wasn’t completely hard anymore.
He rolled off me and lay next to me. He wrapped an arm around me, pulling me tightly against him. I put my head on his chest, and it felt like it had been made for me, a hollow where his chest met his collarbone that fit my head perfectly.
We lay together, enjoying just being. Neither of us said anything. There was nothing to say.
Who was this man? I barely knew him. And yet I felt safer and more secure when I was with him than I’d felt with any man in my life.
I should have feared him, for how rough he looked and how secretive he was. But where I’d felt terrified of men most of my life, when I was with Viktor, I felt guarded and safe.
I felt like I was home.
What was going to happen when I left? What was I going to do when I knew that this was possible? How would I ever find something like this again?
Viktor
Finally, the rain stopped for long enough that I could slip out of the cabin while Angela was asleep. I didn’t want to leave her alone, but I needed to check the satellites and figure out what was going on and why one of Maksim’s men was on my soil.
When I squeezed in through the crevice, I powered up the equipment. The batteries were running low. With so little sun, I wouldn’t be able to set them out to charge. Luckily, I could work with what I had for now.
The blip was in Grizzly Falls. No fucking doubt about it.
My stomach dropped.
Maksim was here.
I was about to power down again when the blip moved. I realized that he wasn’t in Grizzly Falls after all; he was higher up. Closer. He was right here.
The equipment gave out, the battery dying, and I swore.
I had to hurry. Angela was alone. And someone was in the woods, looking for me.
I got out into the open in record time and hurried to the cabin. I grabbed the gun I kept below the kitchen sink, tucked it into my pants, and set out to patrol the area. I didn’t have time to get more weapons. If I was lucky, it was just one man.
The trees were still wet with rain, the leaves dropping leftover drops to the forest floor, muffling my footsteps. But it made it harder to hear other footsteps, too. I kept my eyes peeled, looking for anything out of the ordinary.
Usually, I knew the forest like the back of my hand, but with the recent mudslides, the landscape had changed drastically, and I didn’t recognize anything anymore. Dark tree stumps or shrubs suddenly looked like looming shadows. Adrenaline pumped through my body, and I swallowed hard over and over again as I moved silently through the trees.
A shadow passed through a short distance ahead of me. He was bent over, crouching to stay hidden, and he was headed toward the cabin. He was smart; he’d chosen a difficult path. It would slow him down, but it would mean that I wouldn’t consider it as an option at first.
I was one step ahead. I crept up behind the guy, moving as silently as the dead. When I was close enough, I jumped on him, grabbing him by the neck. I twisted his arm around so that he couldn’t move, couldn’t fight back. He squirmed and tried to fight me to no avail.
“Shut the fuck up, asshole,” I growled. “And stop squirming or I’ll break your fucking neck.”
He listened and froze, waiting for me to speak again.
“Who are you and what the fuck are you doing here?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said in Russian.
“You’re a long way from home,” I answered in Russian.
“Let me go. I’m just a tourist.”
“Sure,” I said and pulled a gun from the guy’s waistband. I dismantled it with one hand and threw it away. “How did Maksim find me?”
“I don’t know—”
I shoved my gun into his mouth. I was inches away from pulling the trigger and blowing his brains out the back of his head when I stopped myself. I didn’t want to be this guy anymore. I didn’t want to be a monster. But this was a case of kill or be killed. I started squeezing the trigger, but Angela popped into my mind. What if she saw this? What if she was watching? She’d been shocked when I’d killed a fucking deer. What about a human?
Maksim sent this piece of shit to kill me, I rationalized. Or to scope out the place so Maksim could do it himself. If I let him go, he would run to my old boss and tell him where I am
I glanced up through the trees. My cabin was a short distance from here, not easily found. Had he known where he was headed?
“You shouldn’t come back here,” I growled. “If you do, I’ll fucking kill
you. Do you hear me? Tell Maksim you found nothing.”
Fear in his eyes, he only stared at me. My gun was still in his mouth, and he looked like he was going to wet himself. Pussy.
“If I catch you within five miles of these woods, you’re dead.”
The man made a muffled mmm sound in agreement. I pulled the gun out of his mouth and hit him in the face with it, busting his nose. For good measure, I shot him in the foot.
“What the fuck?” he screamed. “How am I supposed to get out of here now?” He fell to the ground, grimacing with pain.
“That’s a warning,” I snarled. “Next time, the gun stays in your mouth when I pull the trigger.”
“How do you know I won’t tell Maksim?” he asked, holding his ankle in an effort to keep his foot still.
“Because you value your life. And you know that if you do and I find you, I’m not going to just kill you. I’ll take my time with it. You know what I’m capable of, don’t you?”
He nodded. All Maksim’s men knew who I was and what I could do.
“Don’t think I’ve changed,” I warned. I shoved him and he lost his footing, falling down the steep slope he’d chosen to come up.
I hoped to God I hadn’t made a mistake letting him go. I didn’t want to be a killer, but I had a feeling I’d been a fool. So much for fucking date night, now. There was no way in hell.
Fuck this ridiculous life and the back and forth between my morals. It was all for Angela.
But if I couldn’t keep her or me safe, it wouldn’t matter.
Angela
I woke up from a delicious dream, but I couldn’t quite remember it. All I knew was that Viktor had been in it. And that made it perfect.
Viktor wasn’t in bed with me. I frowned and rolled onto my side. I woke up often with the sheets cold. But he liked to get out in the mornings, and I wasn’t worried that he would disappear anymore.
I got up and showered, taking as long as the bit of hot water allowed. When I stepped out of the shower, Viktor’s robe wrapped around my body like an extension of himself, he still wasn’t back. I combed my wet hair and tried to towel dry it enough that it would stop me from getting cold. It didn’t.
The rain had stopped for a while, a bit of sun was out, and I decided to get dressed and sit in the sun to dry my hair. The simplicity of life out here was attractive. Grizzly Falls wasn’t very big, but it held the concept of running around, making deadlines, making ends meet. Out here, reality completely melted away, and I could breathe.
The sun was warm. I sat on a rock close to the fireplace where Viktor cooked, and I closed my eyes, turning my face to the sun and drinking in its rays. My hair would dry faster this way.
I was supposed to leave, too. Only three more days. Going back home seemed surreal. And leaving Grizzly Falls to live in a big city, where the rush, the fight for survival, would be more…it was difficult to imagine while I sat out here in the forest, listening to the birds chirp in the trees, feeling the sun on my face and the light breeze ruffling my hair.
How was I going to bring the two worlds together? How could I go back and still have Viktor in my life? Or would it mean goodbye when I left?
I couldn’t stay in this fairy tale forever. I needed to see my mom. I needed to make sure she would be okay without me. I worried about her, that she wouldn’t be able to take care of herself when I was gone. What if something happened to her? Or what if she went through an emotional dip again and I wasn’t there to be pick her back up?
I didn’t know how to do this. My mom had been through so much. Even though she was the one who had suggested I go, I was still worried that she couldn’t be without me.
“What the fuck are you doing out here?” Viktor barked, suddenly next to me, and I jumped.
“I’m drying my hair. Why the fuck are you being an asshole?” I countered furiously.
“What?” he asked, surprise lifting the strange look on his face.
“Don’t speak to me like that,” I told him.
He stared at me for a second, understanding dawning in his eyes. “I’m sorry.”
“Thank you.”
He looked around, eyes darting through the trees. His mouth was set in a thin line, the skin around his eyes tight. He looked tense. He held a pile of wood in his arms. He must have been out chopping.
“Get inside, Malen kiy,” he said in a voice that trembled with the effort to stay calm.
“The sun is so nice and warm, Viktor,” I told him, smiling a small smile, his tone forgiven with the sincere apology. “Don’t you want to sit with me for a while?”
An expression I couldn’t read flickered across his face. “No, Angel,” he said. “We need to go inside.”
“The weather is nice for the first time in days,” I countered, a pleading tone in my voice.
He clenched his jaw. “Just come, please.”
His please wasn’t as polite as I would have liked it, but he was serious about getting me inside. I looked up at the sky. Was the rain coming again? Why was he so worked up? He wasn’t very good at communicating. I didn’t know if it was because English wasn’t his first language, or if he was just unpracticed in the art of expressing himself. Either way, his vehemence put me on edge. I stood and humored him and walked toward the cabin, He followed me, opening the door with a long arm reaching around me and following in behind me.
He walked to the little fireplace and dumped the logs he’d been carrying in the basket next to it.
“You left early this morning,” I commented, watching him.
“We needed wood.”
Maybe we did, but something was up. We were back inside – God knows why – and he hadn’t relaxed in the slightest. He was nervous about something.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
“Why would something be wrong?”
“You’re worked up about something.”
He cracked his neck and rolled his shoulders. “It’s nothing.”
I narrowed my eyes at him. “Why won’t you tell me?”
He looked at me, thinking. Finally, he covered the distance between us with two long steps and pulled me against him. “There’s nothing to tell, Angel,” he said. “You have nothing to worry about.”
He dipped his head and kissed me. His tongue slid into my mouth, he rolled his hips against mine, and his thick cock pushed against my crotch. I moaned, immediately turned on. Viktor had a way of making me forget about everything and just focus on him. I ran my hands up his biceps and onto his thick shoulders, feeling the muscle underneath the skin move as he wrapped his arms around me.
At the back of my mind, something was screaming at me to think straight. I didn’t know this man. No matter how wonderful it felt around him, he was a stranger. It had only been a few days since we’d met.
I broke the kiss and untangled myself from his arms. Maybe I needed to take a step back. Not just physically, but mentally. Emotionally. I had to think straight, and I couldn’t do that with Viktor so close.
“I think I’ll go out for a while,” I announced, wiping my mouth to erase the feeling of his lips.
Viktor frowned, his dark eyes turning almost black. “Where?”
“I don’t know, into the forest. Just for a walk.”
Viktor shook his head. “No, Malen kiy.”
“You can’t stop me,” I challenged.
He curled his hands into fists and shook his head. “No, you’re right. I can’t stop you.”
Why was he being so weird about this? He didn’t want me outside. He didn’t want me to leave. But he insisted on telling me nothing was wrong. He wouldn’t talk to me. He made me feel amazing, but something about what was going on here felt… off.
I just wanted to get away from him for a short while so I could think about what was happening. I couldn’t put it all into perspective, especially not when I was caught up with him in the small cabin. Everything about Viktor was mesmerizing, intoxicating. But not everything made sense.
I just w
anted to get away and think.
“I’m not your prisoner,” I said, even though he’d just admitted he couldn’t stop me. “If I want to leave, I’m going to leave.”
“Absolutely,” Viktor said, although his words and his expression didn’t match. “But not yet.”
“What does that mean, not yet?” I asked, folding my arms over my chest. “I can’t stay forever, you know. I need to leave as it is in a short while, anyway.”
“Not until it’s safe,” Viktor said.
I frowned at him. “What do you mean, not until it’s safe? I don’t think there will be any more mudslides or anything. I know what to look out for now.”
Viktor shook his head, and it looked like a war was being waged in his head. What the hell was he thinking? And why wouldn’t he talk to me?
“You can go out when it is safe, but not before then. I won’t forgive myself if you get hurt.”
He sounded so sincere, so emotionally torn, I couldn’t help but nod, agree with him.
Viktor stepped away from me and turned to the fireplace where he started stoking a fire, even though it wasn’t very cold. I had a feeling he wanted something to do with his hands so he wouldn’t stand there and feel awkward. I watched him work, his strong hands building a fire with ease, his large form hunched and tense.
I wished that the communication between us could be different. I wanted him to talk to me, to be open with me about what was going on in his mind. But just as much as I didn’t know him, he didn’t know me, either. And I couldn’t expect him to open up to me.
I sat down in one of the armchairs when Viktor kindled the fire to life. When the flames crackled, taking hold, licking the wood and burning bright, Viktor stepped back and sat in the other armchair. Together, we stared into the fire.
“You know, you’re different than the men I’ve known in my life,” I confessed.
Viktor glanced at me. “Different how?” he asked tightly.
I pulled up my shoulders. “You’re huge. I mean… you are.” I laughed, feeling silly for how I’d put it. “You look like you can handle your own, you know? You can fight if you need to, I think.” Viktor nodded once. “But I don’t think you will. I mean, if you need to, it’s different. But I’m not scared of you. “