by Tia Siren
“What are you doing here?” Big Boy asked again.
“I want to buy her. How much?”
Buy me? Tasia looked around for any woman. She tried her best but found none. Her heart beat raced. Every sprint made her gasp for air. Were they selling her?
“I don’t sell anything that I own.” Big Boy spat.
How dare you! I’m not even yours, asshole!
“$1 Million. Cash.” Anton said stoically.
“No Deal.”
Tasia cut in. She couldn’t help but to break her silence. She needed to make sure she was not being sold. Human trafficking was illegal. But in this industry everything was legal. No law. No rule and regulation. Nothing at all. They did as they pleased.
“Wait….” Before she could even say the next word, one man grabbed her aside by the mouth to keep her from talking.
“I’m not going to make this any longer. $3 Million. Fixed. Take it or leave it.”
Big Boy knew that a mafia leader like him never made any joke. They were always serious. Covetousness took over.
“Deal.”
What? She thought she was going to pass out. After he had announced that she was sold, every word she heard was like a loud cymbal. What could she do? Just before she started working for Big Boy, she signed a contract allowing him to govern parts of her life in exchange for a large amount of cash. She was heedless that it was going to be this big.
Mama and Papa, forgive me. I didn’t know what I was doing. Please, help me! She cried.
Chapter Four
A bolt of pain struck Tasia’s head. Every nerve in her brain must have been shaken up as she felt so dizzy. Oh, I think I drank too much. She thought.
As she opened her eyes, she found out she was not in a dream. Not at all.
Casting the duvet cover away, a cold breeze touched her delicate skin. She looked down. Sure enough, she was naked. She had neither clothes nor underwear.
“Aaaah…..” She screamed at the top of her voice. She almost reached the dolphin note.
She heard someone running to her direction. Quickly, she grabbed the duvet back and covered her voluptuous body. Her breasts were quintessentially round. And her nipples were a little darker than her skin tone. Her vagina was impeccably flawless.
“What’s the matter, ma’am?” The housekeeper asked.
By the look on her visage, Tasia knew she was a few years older than her. She was twenty-six. The housekeeper must have been in her late twenties to early thirties. She had a great body like her. Only, she was lighter.
“Where am I?” Taskia asked.
“You don’t know?”
“Just tell me!” Tasia yelled.
She was heedless Anton was just outside listening to their conversation. Before the housekeeper could even open her mouth to explain, he appeared from behind. In an instant, she recognized him from the Black Market.
“You –“ Tasia accused. Anger and frustration clouded her perception. She could no longer think straight whenever she saw him.
“Ostavit’ nas v pokoye.” Anton commanded his servant. It was a Russian phrase for leave us alone.
Tasia hurled the pillows at him without thinking of what he might do. “You’re a godless man. You’re an animal! How dare you to purchase me, you’re an asshole!”
“Listen. Please, listen to me.”
Anton’s words did not pierce through her eardrums. Her ears were shut, disallowing his deception to enter her head. Once was enough.
“You’re an animal! You’re an animal……” She kept on screaming the same words over and over again.
Anton must have had enough of her big mouth. He approached her and then grabbed her wrist as he pulled her up, forcing her to stand up.
Slipping down, the duvet sheet no longer hid her shame as her nakedness revealed itself to his eyes. He’d forgotten she was naked.
“Hands off me!” She screamed at him while at the same time spat at his face.
He was shocked. He remembered the day when his father spat in his face for being so weak to endure his oppression. He was a child back then. Now, he was a full grown man.
“How dare you!” His fist met her face. She was thrown back to the bed.
Her round bottom faced him. He could see the gap in between her legs that led to her vagina. He felt lecherous to rape her, but he allowed his morals to take over. He did not want to prove to her he was a godless man. If she only knew what he’d been through, maybe then she might have retained her anger a little bit.
“Look. I’m sorry. I-I didn’t mean to lay my hands on you. I-I was just so… so carried away. Please, forgive me.” He kneeled down.
She continued sobbing.
“Please, face me,” He begged. As he stared at her, an unexplainable sadness pinched his heart. Perhaps, he could see himself in her. He was now starting to realize that he was becoming like his father, if not worse.
Warm. Comfortable. Cosy. It was Anton’s bear coat that curtained her back, preventing her from catching a cold. All of a sudden, she stopped crying.
On the brink of going far from her room, he heard her voice.
“Wait,” She said.
“Yes?”
“Why? Why did you buy me? Don’t you know my mother is in debt, and she’s going to jail? Maybe she is already.” Her voice croaked.
“I know.”
His words hit her ears. It was painful. How did he know?
“Before I took you here to Russia, I made sure I cleared everything up. Don’t you worry, your mom is fine. She’s no longer in debts. It’s been paid. You can relax now.”
Russia. Am I in freaking Russia? That was her initial worry. She was miles away from home. But when she heard her mother was fine and no longer in debt, she began to calm down and breathe smoothly.
She stood up. As her legs stretched out, she made up her mind. It was now time to change. She needed to put her old self away. That girl who was so naïve of her surroundings was dead. She was now a new creature. Bulletproof – nothing to lose. She thought she’d already lost her virginity, so what else could be taken away from her? Her life? She was no longer afraid to die, especially now that she knew her mother was in the good situation.
“What do you want from me? How could I repay you?” Tasia turned to face him. Hands against her waist as if she was a black wonder woman. Still naked. But fierce.
“Aren’t you gonna cover your body? Use the duvet, perhaps?” Anton asked.
“You’ve already taken my virginity. So, what’s the point?”
“Oh…. No, you’re wrong. I-I didn’t…..”
Tasia cut in. “Do you have woman’s clothes in your wardrobe? I’m sure you do. You’re a billionaire, right. You could do everything.”
All of a sudden, Anton felt afraid of what he’d made her become. Who is she?
Chapter Five
Hours became days. Days became weeks. Weeks became months. And since then, Anton had never seen the sweet Tasia he once adored. She was a fast learner. Within weeks of watching, she’d mastered everything about the mafia. She became their new rookie. An asset in case their operation failed.
“Tasia, go and get Anton. Tell him we’re having a meeting within thirty minutes.” Java commanded her.
Java was the big boss of Sekret rynka. He was the founder and the most flagrant leader. He would spare no one if found guilty of breaching the rules and regulations. He’d done it before, and he would do it again.
Knock. Knock. Knock. Tasia slammed her fist against Anton’s door.
No one answered.
What is he doing? She thought, intrigued by what he was up to. “Hey, dirty monkey. Come out.”
The longer Tasia stayed with them, the more she became like them. She was beginning to lose her manners.
Ten minutes of seeking Anton worried her. Although she hated him beyond measure, an inevitable attraction was prominent. Over the past few months, he’d proven himself to be a gentleman. Losing him still scared her. Indeed, s
he hated him but cared for him at the same time. She was confused. She was in a crazy world of criminals.
“This is not a good joke, Anton. I command you to come out in this instance!” Tasia said with authority in her voice.
Realizing the situation was getting serious. She ran out to tell Java. But a mournful voice grabbed her attention. She listened carefully to where it was coming from.
Is he underneath the bed? But why? She asked herself in great wonder of what he was doing in there.
“Tasia?” Anton said weakly.
Pink roses sprung up on her cheeks as she blushed. She couldn’t help herself but to wrap her arms around him and keep him warm. He hugged her back, feeling the tenderness of her body. How he’d wished to do this before.
“Are you alright?” She asked softly as if she was talking to a child.
He nodded, assuring her he was fine.
“Just wait ok. I’m just gonna tell Java that you’re sick. I know he’d understand.”
But Anton refused to let go of her.
“Anton, I’m coming back. I promise.”
Before leaving, she put him first in bed, assuring he was comfortable and well wrapped to trap the hit in his body. Then she went to see Java in the meeting room.
“I’m going to stand proxy for Anton. He’s sick.”
“What? Tell him to stop being a pussy and get his ass over here.” Java yelled.
Everyone was tamed. Except, of course, Tasia.
“No! He’s sick and under the rules and regulations of Sekret rynka, I commit myself as Anton’s proxy.”
Everyone laughed. But at the same time, they found her really bold to speak up against the big boss.
“Just this time, Tasia. You’ve used your luck already. You only get one chance.” Java eyed her creepily, patronizing every nerve of her body.
But she was not afraid. Not at all.
“The reason I’ve gathered every leader in this meeting is because…. a member in this table breached a decree. He knows who he is, and he better prepare himself.”
A man beside Tasia was sweating heavily. Every drop was counted. One by one.
“Everyone knows that a leader must be committed. And that commitment means putting your life in service. That commitment means giving up ever marrying and having a family.” Java paused and glanced around the table. “But one brave and rather an audacious man tried to raise his foot against us. We all know what the outcome is, right Albert?”
He was the person beside her.
“Please, let me explain. I broke up with her long time ago, and she aborted the baby already, so, so ….” He stuttered, trying to find the right words.
Tassia was getting petrified. She’d never seen this before. Was she regretful of her decision of being his proxy?
“So, so….? You’re dead.” Java pulled the trigger right through his head.
Everything happened quickly. It was clean. She did not even realize he was dead already. She was traumatized.
Java noticed her shaking.
“Tasia. Get used to this. This is normal. It’s part of your life now. So get over it.”
****
“Tasia? Hey, Tasia. Are you awake?” Anton was trying to wake her up. She was sitting beside his bed, asleep.
He was now in good condition after she took care of him. It turned out he caught Malaria, the same disease that killed her mother. Without her, he might have lost his life as well. Outsiders were not allowed to enter the warehouse where they stayed. It was a perilous move – something to be taken seriously. They never knew, a medical operator might be a spy, disguised in a white uniform.
Anton shoved her hair away from her face gently, exposing his naturally tanned face. What he loved the most was her bone structured face. She could be a supermodel, but, for now, she was his role model.
“I’m so sorry, Tasia. I never meant to take you away from home. I admit I planned to use you to smuggle stuff from America to here, in Russia. But you gave me more than what I wanted. So thank you!”
With teary eyes, he imparted a mellifluous kiss on her forehead. How he wished to see the soft side of him. A tear fell. It touched her cheek that woke her up.
“What’s that?” She thought there was a leak in the ceiling.
Still not in her normal senses, she rose up to see how Anton was doing. Touching his forehead, his hand traveled on top of hers. A chill swam in her spine to her neck. She had goose bumps.
“Anton?”
“Tasia…”
“Oh, thank goodness you’re alright. Are you feeling well now?”
“Yes. Thanks, Tasia.”
Dropping down, she embraced him tightly, showing that she had grown to love him.
They stared at each other in disbelief. Who would have thought that enemies, in the beginning, became lovers at the end?
Unable to hold back, he pulled her closer to him. Their lips intertwined, sharing their long awaited oneness. Placing his hands on both sides of her face, he kept on devouring her lips. As they exchanged saliva, he began sliding her blouse away.
She took her blouse off completely. He rose up to help her undo her bra. Sitting on his lap, she offered her neck to be kissed. To her invitation, he helped himself do so. He ran his tongue around her scruff, tasting every flavor of her skin. It was salty, but at the same time sweet and sour. The sensual sensation must have made him imagine all sorts of relishes.
Pulling his shirt off, the smell of his manliness was so addictive. Russian smell was by far stronger and nicer. She lowered her head down to his neck and began kissing. Running her wet tongue along his ears made him moan in pleasure, instead of tingling away.
She leaned back, supported by his hands. Arms were wrapped around his neck as she swirled her head as if she was being exorcised. Feeling his mouth roaming around her breasts, she moaned and moaned as her body wriggled in excitement.
“Oooh… Yeah. More. More….” She pleaded.
He bit on her nipples. He lifted her up, and then put her down again. Then they stopped.
Feet stomping outside their room. Who could it be? Did they know they were making love?
“Don’t worry about them. Please, continue.” She said, annoyed to be interrupted.
So he did.
Pulling her panties down, her vagina smiled at him with great delight. It was perfectly hairless – virgin to shave. As he touched it and started rubbing it with his sandy hands, she moaned even louder.
Inserting his middle finger into her pussy, Tasia spread her legs wide open. As his finger slid in, she clenched the mattress at both sides. Her body tingling repetitively as his finger sprinted faster and faster.
Moaning veiled the room. Its sound’s spectra echoed in every corner. Hope no one was outside listening to their adulterous love.
Before bringing his face down to her vulva, he looked up first to see how she was coping. Noticing he was looking at her, she brought her gaze to him. Seeing his blazing green eyes that shimmered in anticipation made her love him even more. It seemed the bad memories she’d had about him was starting to fade away now. One flake at a time, like the snow outside.
After munching on her front bottom, he lifted his body up and then unzipped his zipper before pulling his pants down. He motioned his hand for her to suck his penis. But she seemed to be refusing the opportunity to taste it. The size must have overwhelmed her.
“You don’t want to?” He asked, wondering whether she’d ever had any experience like this.
“No. I’ve never done that before,” She replied, explaining herself.
“Just try.”
To his persuasion, she was compelled to give a go.
Wrapping her hand around it made her heart drive 100KM. She was freaking out. This is huge, she thought as she put it in her mouth. His shaft was around eight inches in length and five-centimeter in diameter. It was humongous.
Leaning his head back, he felt her warm and luscious tongue playing around his penis like a lollypop. So
good…. He moaned.
After a minute or so, he decided it was the right time for intimate pounding. He pushed her down back to the bed against the soft and fluffy pillows. She was surprised. But at the same time, she felt elevated to feel him filling her up from flesh to soul.
Thrusting his shaft into her deepest hole, a sensitive part of a woman where they felt vulnerable, he could feel her vagina tightening up, gripping his dick. But he was persistent to reach her end, and so he did. As he kept on sliding it back and forth, slowly at first, she felt eased and relaxed, but as he continued pounding her – it became a sprint rather than a marathon.
Anton did not care about the journey. He liked being rough and dominant when it came to sex. He liked it hard.
“Aaaah…” Tasia screamed.
But he quickly covered her mouth worried the other brothers would find out what they were up to. They were cruel and without mercy. One mistake was equivalent to the death penalty. Life was cheap.
“Don’t make much noise. They might hear us.” He hushed her up.
“Sorry!”
Little did they know someone was outside the door – listening.
Chapter Six
Everything went normally between Tasia and Anton. They treated each other no different as before. They did not want to make the brothers suspect them too much. It was dangerous. One snare, everything could go wrong.
“Hey, Tasia,” Anton called her from afar.
She was busy monitoring the surveillance cameras around the warehouse’s perimeter. She was in charge of it when Albert, whom Java shot in the head, died. The pressure was on.
“Hey…. Tasia. Here….” He hissed as he noticed her looking around, trying to find out where the sound was coming from.
The excitement came into her. She loved seeing him now, especially after the night they spent together. It had been three months, and, since then, they had never been able to meet up one on one. There were plenty of eyes roaming around.
The brothers were starting to be suspicious of their relationship.
“Hey, what are you doing in here? This is not your department. We might get in trouble if we get caught.”