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Ivan

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by Roxanne Greening


  The world seemed to be speeding by before I knew it. The car ride seemed shorter. The thirty-minute ride felt more like five. Maybe it was because Ivan was driving at extremely high speeds. I stared in amazement as we pulled up in front of my house.

  I ran my fingers over the leather interior of his black, sleek Cadillac. I fought the urge to run them over his legs. I wanted him to place his hand on my knee, and move it up my thigh, I wanted his fingers to slide under my dress.

  “Ivan…” I started.

  “If I go upstairs with you Layla, I will fuck you.” His voice was husky as he laid it out for me.

  Licking my now dry lips, I tell him “That’s exactly what I want.”

  His fingers gripped the wheel in a strangled hold. The poor thing looked ready to bend under pressure.

  “You’re going to break it,” my voice was full of amusement.

  Ivan, threw his door open and stalked around the car. At that moment he reminded me of a lion stalking his prey, and the prey was me.

  Heat suffused my body and my thighs clenched together, rubbing gently together trying to relieve the ache. The feel of my silky red dress against my braless breast had them peeking almost painfully.

  I was so focused on my need that I didn’t hear the door swing open. Ivan’s strong hand entered the car and slowly helped me out.

  “Tell me to leave, Layla,” his tone was husky with undercurrents of pleading.

  “Don’t you want this?” I asked, fearing the answer.

  “I always fucking wanted you.” He growled the words before his lips crashed down hard on mine.

  His arms pulled me close before scooping me up. I laughed and reached around his neck to link my fingers. Securely holding myself in place, not that I really believed he would ever drop me.

  Being this close to him, caused me to feel every hard muscle as he walked to my door.

  “Keys,” he demanded in a husky voice.

  Quickly, I placed them in his outstretched hand, and I sighed in need. He was holding me effortlessly with one hand pressed against my ass.

  The door swung open. As we moved through the threshold, my need increased as well as my apprehension. This was terrifyingly exciting.

  “Where’s your room darlin’?” It was a question with a slightly commanding tone.

  My panties stuck to me as my juices coated them. I pointed in the direction of my room and leaned in and pressed my lips against his neck. I needed him to be as desperate as I was.

  Slowly, I placed open mouth kisses against his soft skin. When he tensed, and his breathing intensified I got daring and licked where I was kissing. I started mimicking what people did in the romance novels.

  “Fuck, darlin’,” Ivan, growled in pleasure.

  My back hit the bed then I bounced as Ivan, tossed me in the middle. His fingers slid up my thighs as he parted them.

  “Look at you spread out, waiting for me.” His voice was dark and intense.

  My purple satin sheets were about to find out what beds were also good for, besides sleeping. My bed had purple sheets, purple pillowcases, with a white backdrop, and a purple lilac flower comforter.

  As Ivan, climbed all over the feminine material, I had a moment of amusement that was quickly washed away as he pushed my dress up my body. He then pulled it over my head.

  My nipples ached as the cool air hit them. Ivan, slowly bent and took one beaded nipple into his mouth and suckled gently.

  Moans poured from between my lips as pleasure shot through my body. I tried to squeeze my thighs together, but Ivan was forcing them open with his hips.

  I wanted him closer, I wanted him pressed against me. I needed him to relieve the ache that was slowly turning into a fiery inferno.

  “God, please,” I begged.

  His laughter caressed my nipples. Then I felt his hand press against my clit through the red lacey material. A scream passed my parted lips as sparks danced along my nerves.

  “Is that what you want, baby?” He asks with my nipple in his mouth.

  Looking down, I shook my head no. I needed more than that, I wanted more than that.

  “What do you need, darlin’?” He asked with a husky voice.

  I reached for his pants and slowly undid the button.

  “I want you inside me. Please, Ivan,” I begged. My voice sounded breathless.

  “Fuck, baby,” he whispered.

  Then he was gone. His body was no longer hovering above mine. My eyes opened wide, and I didn’t even remember closing them.

  I thought he was leaving. I’ve never been more thankful in my life at the realization that he wasn’t going anywhere. Ivan forcefully pulled the shirt over his head, giving me the perfect view of his hard chest and abs.

  I wanted to run my tongue over all those hard muscles. I wanted to feel every dip. Licking my lips, I focused my attention on his hands as he slowly lowered the zipper.

  I watched in desperation as he lowered his pants to the floor. His long hard cock sprung free. It had to be ten inches. My eyes burned as they opened as wide as they could go.

  I felt my legs close. It then hit me that he wasn’t going to fit and if he tried, he was going to rip me in two.

  “Jesus, it’s not going to fit,” I told him quietly.

  “Babe, I promise it will fit,” he replied.

  My eyes were still glued to his dick. It looked wider than my wrist. Ivan slowly made his way back up the bed.

  I watched as the big powerful man crawled up my body. His left hand moving into my hair, pulling it into a fist. His right hand found my panties. I felt him move over the hem and then he tugged them. Effectively ripping them from my body.

  Then, he was lowering himself on to me. His cock rubbed against my clit, forcing a moan from deep within.

  “Please, Ivan, please, I need…” I begged and pleaded.

  His cock pushed gently against my pussy.

  “I’ve got you darlin’,” he whispered.

  His lips pressed hard against mine. Then, he was pressing firmly into my opening. The feel of him splitting me open had tears fighting to fill my eyes.

  I had tears of both pleasure and relief. I was finally going to have him. Have the moment I have wished for, dreamed for.

  “I’m sorry, baby,” he whispered against our joined lips. Before I could ask why he pressed harder inside me using his weight to force it all the way inside me.

  I screamed in pain as he met my cervix. Ivan stilled instantly, letting me adjust to the intrusion. My pussy burned, but slowly I got used to his huge cock.

  The pain started to turn into pleasure. I clamped down on him which had him moaning. He slowly moved in and out with small shallow thrusts.

  “Faster,” I moaned.

  He picked up speed and pulled almost all the way out before entering me again and again. He then went deeper and deeper. His right hand clenched on my hip helping to hold me in place as he thrust hard inside of me.

  “Harder,” I begged.

  Ivan’s, hips slammed into me forcing the bed to hit the wall over and over. He also hit my cervix on ever return thrust. Soon, the pleasure became too much, and I was sailing through the starry sky with fireworks exploding.

  Ivan, pounded into me deeper and harder. I felt his head hit my womb as he exploded deep inside me. The heat filled me as I orgasmed again.

  Ivan slowly pulled out of me and rolled onto his back taking me with him. I was now draped over his chest. Exhaustion weighed me down, and soon I was asleep in the only place I ever wanted to be. In his arms.

  Chapter 21

  Ivan

  Leaving her in bed this morning was the second hardest thing I’ve ever done. I wanted to stay and hold her close. Leaving didn’t mean I wasn’t coming back, but I had to find Texas.

  “Please,” someone begged Kell.

  I was pulled from my thoughts.

  “Please what? Leave you alone? Take out another person to play with?” Kell, asked.

  “You’re very fu
cking lucky I don’t have anyone to give you the same treatment that those women experienced,” Kell, whispered darkly.

  His whimpers mixed with the whimpers of the others that were locked in the other cages.

  “Something you should have figured out by now, but I’m not my fucking brother. He got exactly what he deserved,” Kell, told him in a dark threating tone.

  I walked into the room that Michael called his playroom. I looked at the first man we started with. He was tied to a chair, and his face was covered in blood.

  “Tommy here wasn’t very forthcoming. He’s taking a break, and I honestly don’t want to push too hard, too fast.” Kell, said.

  I forced another into the chains that were hanging from the ceiling. I let his wrists hold his weight. He was just short enough that his toes barely touched the floor.

  “Let’s start, hmm? What’s your name?” Kell, demanded.

  Kell, sounded hopeful, and I knew he wanted him to keep quiet as long as possible. He reached for a scalpel and pressed it against his cheek. Blood welled as the skin separated.

  “Name?” Kell, asked again.

  “Fuck you,” he replied.

  “Oh, so feisty,” Kell, joked.

  As soon as the words left his mouth, he reached up and placed the sharp blade into the man’s forehead. He followed the wrinkle from one side to the other. Making the crease now a section of split bleeding skin

  “Name?” Kell, asked again.

  “Adam,” he replied.

  “Who’s your boss, Adam?” Kell, asked.

  Cutting into him again, I watched as he took the man’s ear off.

  “I can do this all day,” Kell, announced.

  Kell filled his hand with salt and then pressed it hard into the guy’s wounds.

  “Who the fuck is your boss?” Kell, asked again.

  “Vinnie,” Adam, replied.

  “Now was that so fucking hard?” Kell, asked.

  “Now, I want you to reach out to your boss. Tell him the inventory was better than what you originally thought, and you need him to pick the ones he wants,” Kell, informed him.

  Adam, was already shaking his head.

  “I can take the other ear before moving on to other things that stick out of your body,” Kell, announced.

  Kell, turned to me.

  “Make the call,” He commanded me.

  “Da,” I replied.

  Chapter 22

  Layla

  I knew he was gone before I opened my eyes. The bed felt colder, and the room looked emptier than normal. I should have known that he wouldn’t be here.

  For a moment I thought that it was a dream, but the throbbing between my legs told a different story. Tears spilled from my eyes onto the pillow as my heart broke again.

  The white walls were adorned with black and white images taken by a local artist. Normally, they brought me joy, but instead, they reminded me of how empty my life really was.

  I felt caged in by my emotions, trapped by the anger that wanted to consume me. My chest heaved as the tears flowed faster.

  He left me again with no answers, and no way to ask questions. Like a fool, I let him back in like he didn’t tear my heart from my chest all those years ago.

  Chapter

  Ivan 23

  The bar was crowded and lively until we opened the door and Kell stepped in. His long stride brought him in front of the bartender.

  “I can see by the way you’re trying not to run that he’s been here,” Kell, said.

  “Yes,” the bartender said.

  When he said nothing else, Kell, grew impatient.

  “And?” Kell, asked.

  “’She left with him,” The bartender, replied.

  “She, as in Texas? As in the woman I was with the other night?” Kell, asked.

  He was pissed, I could hear it in his voice.

  “Yes,” The bartender, replied and whimpered like a fucking child.

  “When?” Kell, asked.

  “Maybe an hour or two?” the bartender said. Sounding unsure.

  “One or fucking two? How the fuck do you not know?” Kell, shouted.

  Kell, slammed out of the bar, and I was quick to follow. Darian, was going to die slow, and painfully, the poor fucked up bastard.

  Getting into the car, I drove around looking for any sign of them. The dirt road I just passed kept catching my eye. It looked like it hadn’t been used in years, but the plants were pushed down.

  Turning the car around slowly, I made my way to the road. It was narrow like a service road. The further we drove up, the less civilized it looked. The weeds were three feet tall and were growing in the middle of the road. The trees were leaning into it, casting shadows.

  The shack came into view. I parked the car, and climbed out of the seat. Without a word, I headed towards the building. Calling it that was a compliment.

  Silence. Not even a heavy breath could be heard. Pushing the door open, I walked inside. Blood coated the walls and floor.

  Darian, was tied to the bed with cuts covering his body. I looked closer and was sure that his dick was stuck in his mouth.

  I could hear a commotion outside and rushed from the nasty shack. Pulling my gun, I lifted it. Kell, was holding a woman to the ground, Texas. She was here.

  “Lower that fucking gun, Ivan. Now!” Kell, screamed.

  Chapter 24

  Ivan

  Kell’s, office was filled with the stench of cologne. I fucking hated the man wearing it. Jacob O’Sullivan. He was a greasy, sleazy motherfucker. Kell should just let me kill the O'Sullivans. I watched as his nasty hand combed through his hair.

  "Found yourself a bride, I hear." Kell’s, voice was cold.

  Jacob smiled a predatory smile. The one that had my fists clenching with a need to put a hole between his eyes.

  “She’s a beauty,” he informed us.

  “Congratulations,” Kell’s, voice held a hint of disgust.

  “Yeah, she’s a little school teacher. Shy and meek,” he said.

  My heart stopped at the thought that just smacked me upside the head, like the butt of a gun.

  “What’s her name?” Kell, asked.

  I could see the wheels turning in Kell’s, eyes. He was thinking the same thing I was.

  “Layla Hopewell,” Jacob, said with pride in his voice.

  The air around us stilled as my world froze in place. Layla, will never be his, even if that meant I broke the peace and killed this motherfucker.

  Chapter 25

  Layla

  The wind picked up as I walked to my car. I haven’t seen Ivan in weeks. I had this need to call Kell, but embarrassment and pride kept me from picking up the phone.

  Jacob, was becoming more and more brazen. I wasn’t sure how much longer I could run from him. The sound of tires squealing had my head snap to the right.

  A black Jeep stopped quickly in front of me, and I froze as the back door swung open. Before I could get my feet to move, I was pulled into the back seat. A tan clothed interior met my face, as I landed face down.

  Sucking air into my lungs, I attempted to scream, but a hand held my face into the soft material. It held a hint of a new car smell.

  I fought for air, but the cloth kept me from truly getting what I needed. Purple spots danced in front of my eyes as black edged my vision. And then everything went black.

  Chapter 26

  Layla

  My arm hurt as the man who wore the black mask pulled me along. He gripped my arm in a jaws of life painful grasp. The walls were yellowish, white, and was peeling in some places.

  I tried to dig my feet into the floor. I didn’t want to go any further into this place. The smell reached me before we reached the door.

  Vomit and urine. It was a stench so strong that it burned my eyes. I watched in terror as the man dragging me pulled open the door to my left.

  The smell was even stronger, and it had me gag. I screamed as he pushed me into the room.

  “Please
, let me go,” I begged.

  Without a word, the door slammed. It then closed, locking me in the dark, cool room. The smell accompanied with my fear had tears wanting to fall from my eyes.

  My heart raced, and my palms were sweaty. What was going to happen to me?

  “What day is it?” a woman’s voice sounded out of the darkness.

  I screamed again, this time in terror as my heart leaped into my throat and my lungs stilled effectively cutting of precious air.

  After what felt like ages the constriction that pinched my chest lessened, and I was able to take a deep breath of much-needed air. “Who are you?” I demanded.

  “Date please,” the woman demand again.

  “The 17th,” I replied.

  “Of?” She asked.

  “June,” I replied.

  The silence was unnerving, and I thought for a moment she was closing me out leaving me alone in this dark hellhole.

  “What are you in for?” She asks.

  “I don’t know,” I told her.

  “I’m Texas,” She said.

  “Layla,” I said quietly.

  Taking a deep breath, I asked the question. The one that I feared the answer too.

  “Am I going to die in here, Texas?” My voice was filled with the fear that I felt.

  “We both are,” she replied honestly. Her voice was devoid of any emotion.

  “Oh, god,” I cried.

  The silence was getting to me. Our breathes were the only thing that I could hear, besides my rapid heartbeat.

  “I just didn’t want to marry him,” I said quietly.

  That could be the only reason I was here. It had to be Jacob, this was my punishment for not giving him what he wanted.

 

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