Viktor

by K. J. Dahlen

  “If I could kill the man that did this to you all over again I would, malen’kiy,” he whispered.

  Her hand came up around her throat and she pressed it tightly to her skin. “I think—once was enough— don’t—you?” she whispered. Her words were broken and thready but he could hear them.

  “Nyet!” Viktor growled. “You were already down he didn’t have to do this.” He pressed his hand on her throat.

  “He didn’t kill me.” Frankie groaned as his hand roamed her belly and hips. The warm water poured over her and it felt so good. She leaned against him and reveled in the touch of his skin against hers. She didn’t want to think of what had happened, not now.

  She felt something hard and warm press into her belly as he rocked his hips against hers. She reached out and touched his belly. Making circles and dipping lower with each trembling round.

  He growled in her ear, “If you don’t want this to go any further then you have to stop. I don’t want to stop but I will if you aren’t ready.”

  Frankie hung her head. The water poured over her drenching her hair but her hand slipped down and she took hold of his cock tentatively. She didn’t want him to stop. She didn’t want this to stop.

  Viktor groaned and thrust his hips into her hand. His cock slid between her fingers and it was long and thick. Her fingers couldn’t grasp all the way around it and she shivered at the warm hardness in her hand.

  “Tell me you want this,” he demanded. “Or tell me to stop.”

  Pressing her hand against her throat, she voiced her previous thoughts as she whispered, “I don’t—want you to—stop. Please don’t stop.”

  He turned her to face the shower wall and pressed her into the cool tiles. Pressing a kiss against her warm skin his hand slipped down her body and found her wet core. Plunging his fingers in deep, his mind blanked out as her tightness squeezed his fingers. “Chert, you’re so tight.” He groaned as he pulled his fingers out and plunged back in. “I can’t wait...”

  He backed up a bit and lined up his cock then pushed himself in. Groaning as he pushed himself the rest of the way in, oblivious to her tensing and jerk of pain. She groaned out loud but it wasn’t loud enough for him to hear it.

  By the third stroke, the pain was gone and she felt nothing but pure pleasure. A few more strokes and she began pushing back as her body sought something she hadn’t ever felt before. Her blood quickened in her veins when his hands cupped and squeezed her breasts, pinching her hardened nipples. Her mind floated and her body felt so full with him inside her. Panting, she lost control of her body and her mind.

  ~*~

  Viktor felt his balls tighten but he wouldn’t let go until she did. He’d always been this way, the woman must go first, as was right. His pleasure would double in any case. His hand slid down along her front and he found her folds then her throbbing button. Rubbing the hard little nubbin, he felt her body respond. She threw her head back and silently screamed as he felt her walls tighten and he lost control. Slamming into her each stroke was hard and deep and soon... he flew over the edge right along with her.

  As his hot cum painted her walls he had to hold her up when her legs threatened to give out from under her. He nuzzled the back of her neck and pressed tiny kisses into her bruised skin.

  He turned her around and caught her mouth with his own. When she gasped, he pushed his tongue into her mouth and kissed her deeply. After kissing her silly, he pulled away and glanced down at her body.

  He frowned at the smear of blood on her thigh. He looked up at her face and saw the truth in her eyes. He reached up and brushed a strand of hair from her face. “Why didn’t you tell me, malen’kiy?”

  Pressing her own hand against her throat, she told him, “I-I just didn’t think...”

  “Well, you can think now, so know this....You belong to me now.” He pressed his lips to her throat.

  “I—don’t know—what that means,” she whispered to his ear.

  “It means I will never let you go and I will protect you with my own life,” he whispered this vow back to her ear.

  Frankie shivered as the water began to cool.

  He backed away and smiled. “We’d better get this shower done before it gets completely cold. He gently pushed her head under the water and reached for the shampoo. Lathering her hair, he then gently rinsed it and quickly washed her body, taking care to be sure to cleanse her between her thighs.

  When he pushed her under the water again, he pressed his mouth to hers and the kiss they shared was one she would never forget. It was breathless, hard and passionate...just like the man who tangled with her tongue and made her legs weak.

  He finally reached over and shut the water off and for a moment, they both stood dripping. She lifted her head and stared at him then she stepped away from him.

  Viktor watched as she grabbed a towel and when she left the bathroom, he paused for a moment. He didn’t know what just happened but he meant every word he told her. Why this was, he may never know. He’d just decided it when he took her. She would be his. He would keep her. This Frankie, his malen’kiy-little one belonged to him now and he would die to protect her. He would also kill to keep her safe.

  ~*~

  Frankie laid under the covers and relaxed. Viktor was behind her holding her close and his heat felt so good against her body.

  He pulled her close to him and whispered, “Try to sleep... today is almost here.” Then he kissed her ear softly.

  Frankie stared into the darkness surrounding her and couldn’t help but wonder what was going to happen next in her life. When her sister disappeared, her own life was caught in a limbo. She searched everywhere she could to find her missing half. Her search took her to places she never knew existed and the horror she’d witnessed was something she never wanted to see again.

  She thought working with special needs children was important but suddenly, she found something else she wanted to do. She knew the women they bought and sold had gone through hell and some of them wouldn’t make it. It was tragic and terrifying and these women needed someone to give a damn about what happened to them.

  Their father had told them about how he helped Galina escape that same life and he often wondered if she ever got the help she needed to get over her ordeal. Frankie hoped so.

  Then her thoughts turned to the possible sister she hadn’t met yet. Her name was Sahara and Frankie couldn’t imagine what she would be like. What would her father say about her? Would he want her in their lives? She thought he would very much want to know her. She would be his link to her mother.

  She knew that her father loved this Galina woman. Hell, he named her sister after her. Not only that but he used to tell both her and Galen that she was the only woman he ever loved. Except for them of course.

  She brushed a tear off her cheek and as she did, she felt Viktor’s arms tighten around her.

  “What is it?”

  She shook her head. Her throat tightened, as she knew she couldn’t find the words to share her fears with him.

  Before she knew what was happening, Viktor leaned up on his elbow and pushed her to her back. He climbed over top of her and settled between her legs. “Please don’t worry. You and your sister are safe now and forever. We’ll talk to your father and his friends.” He kissed her softly as though to soothe her.

  Frankie kissed him harder. Viktor pushed his half hard cock into the apex of her thighs. He felt the blood rush to his cock hardening it almost to the point of pain. He grasped his cock and traced the outside of her core caressing her button up and down with his silky tip and growled, “Is this what you want, little one?”

  Frankie nodded eagerly. She did want more. More of this hot man who made her feel almost too good. She never knew it could be like this. She kissed him a little deeper and then Viktor crushed her mouth with his own. He pushed forward and she felt her own wetness coating him. She moaned as he slipped inside her.

  Gently, he eased himself into her inch by inch until he
was buried balls deep within her. He hissed as he went in as far as he could go. “Damn malen’kiy, you feel so good, so sweet, so good.” He began moving faster and harder. Then Frankie did something that made him lose all control. She began pressing tiny kisses all over his chest. When her lips brushed his nipple, he gasped and in that moment he lost all sense of reason and using instinct, he pounded into her.

  She was moving on instinct alone as well. Her body was tightening up and she began to shake, then she flew off into the abyss. Closing her eyes, she could see the burst of color behind her eyelids and she threw back her head and gasped.

  The she felt Viktor lifting her hips and stroking deeper, one, two and on the third stroke, he grunted with pleasure and smothered her mouth with his as his cock exploded inside her. Then after a moment, he collapsed on top of her briefly. Dragging his tired body off her, he fell to her side and wrapped his arms around her. Settling her head on his chest, he kissed the top of her head. “Sleep now, sweet girl.”

  Frankie took a deep breath and drew in his scent. It smelled like everything she ever wanted in a man. Woodsy, with just a hint of earth and his sweat just enhanced his own scent. He had a slight scent of tobacco, a deep cigar scent sweetened with the whimsy of cherry.

  She raised her hand and began tracing circle on his chest.

  Viktor flattened her hand with his and again, called her that Russian name again in a soft tone, telling her to sleep.

  Frankie closed her eyes and with the echo of his heartbeat in her ear, she fell asleep.

  Chapter Seven

  Galen watched Viktor lead Frankie away and she worried her bottom lip with her teeth.

  Deter noted her watching them and he got to his feet. Holding out his hand, he waited for her to take it, then he gently led her down the hall to his bedroom.

  When he closed the door behind them, she began to tremble.

  Deter pulled her into his arms and he could feel her fear. “Malyshka, you have nothing to fear from me or any of us. We will not harm you or your sister. We offered you protection, did we not?”

  Galen nodded.

  “Then let us protect you. As long as you are with us, you have nothing to fear.” He wrapped his arms around her just a little tighter. “I want to lay with you in that bed over there, even if it’s just to hold you while you sleep. If that is all you desire then that’s all that will happen. I realize you don’t know us from Adam and that you have been through an ordeal but I also want you to know there is nothing to fear, not here, not with us.” He paused then added, “And never with me when we are alone.”

  Galen nodded. “Ok, I believe you. Will Frankie be safe with Viktor as well?”

  “Da, your sister will be fine. Viktor is our leader for a reason. He lives by a code, the same code he makes sure we live by. He holds himself to a high standard and I have never seen him abuse a woman or an innocent.”

  Galen finally relaxed enough to breathe properly. “Alright.” She moved away from him and he allowed her to break his hold. Wrapping her arms around her waist, she whispered, “I suppose I should try and call my dad huh?”

  Deter sighed. “Maybe you should. He should be informed you are alive and safe. The only thing is you have to convince him to back off and you can’t tell him where you are or who you are with.”

  Galen frowned. “Again, tell me why I can’t tell him?”

  “We do not want anyone to realize we are here,” Deter explained. “This man Tegan might have heard of us and he would definitely go underground if he realized we were looking for him.”

  Galen stared at him for a moment with a question in her eyes then shook her head. “My dad isn’t going to like that.”

  “At least, he will know you are safe and well.”

  “You don’t understand something. While he was working for Rawlings, he kept in touch with his service friends and when they got out of the Special Forces five years ago and started their own company, they began recruiting my dad. He was once one of them. He trusted them with his life and they trusted him. That’s a bond you cannot break. I’m sure they have all been looking for me as well as my dad. When he said he had a few things he wanted to finish with Rawlings before he would come work with them, that didn’t stop them from wanting him. . When he was done, he did small jobs for his friends and he was feeling them out as far as working for them. He knew war changed a man and he wanted to see how much it had changed them. A year ago, he went to work for them full time. Those men would put their lives on the line or die for each other and when I went missing, I’m pretty sure they were right there with him the whole time. You guys don’t only have to deal with my dad but the team as well.”

  Deter listened to her and noted her concern. “I do know how that is, it is the same with our team. I need you to at least try. Please try.” He held out his phone.

  She took it and dialed a number she knew by heart and when it went directly to voicemail, she gave her dad a message, “Daddy this is Galen, I’m ok. Frankie found me and some friends rescued me. We are ok but please for everyone’s safety, please don’t try to find me yet. I promise I’ll call you back and explain later but for now, I’m ok and with Frankie...” She choked and tears fell down her checks. “Oh daddy, they hurt her, they hurt her badly, but we both survived it. The guys we’re with said they would protect us so we have to believe that. This is Whiskey Brava Tango 321. I’ll call you back when I can. I love you daddy.”

  Deter gathered her into his arms and just held her for a moment.

  Galen planted her face in his chest and just let her tears fall. After a moment or two, she lifted her head and wiped her remaining tears away. Stepping back, she made another call.

  “Hello,” her call was answered.

  “Who am I speaking to please?” she asked.

  “Who are you calling?” the voice that was beginning to sound familiar answered.

  “Is that you Bull?” she asked with a smile. “This is Galen Beck.”

  “Galen...” he hesitated. “Is that really you Baby Girl?”

  “Yuppers, it me.” She giggled.

  “What’s your code?” he growled.

  “Whiskey Brava Tango 321.”

  “Holy Christ... it is you! Where are you? Are you all right? Is Frankie with you?”

  “Wow, Bull slow down.” She laughed. “Yes, I’m fine. They didn’t hurt me. They wouldn’t damage the goods.” She sighed and then whispered, “They were gonna sell me Bull. Oh god, they were gonna make me some man’s whore...” she broke off as her throat swelled with fear.

  “Hush girl, don’t you ever say that again,” Bull admonished her. “You are no man’s whore and you never would have been one. Your daddy taught you better than that.”

  “I know he did.” She sobbed. “But I was so scared. It so different when you live it. You just don’t know what it’s like.”

  “Baby Girl,” he whispered. “I do know what that’s like. I was a prisoner of war in a shitty country where life means nothing, for four months remember?”

  She closed her eyes. “Yeah, I guess you would know what I went through.” She exhaled loudly. “Frankie found me. I don’t know how but she did. Only they found her before we could get together. Oh Bull, they damn near killed her.”

  There was a silent moment then he whispered, “How did you and Frankie escape?”

  “We had some help. We were at a holding place run by bikers. This place was deep in the swamp. I’m not exactly sure how they found the place but they did. Snake, he was the one in charge of the bikers, I think he was the president of their club or whatever you want to call it. He didn’t put me on the boat with the other girls when he should have. He was keeping me for himself. Anyway, maybe a week ago or maybe only three days ago, I lost track of time, Frankie came into the compound, and they got their dirty hands on her. She must have fought back. They smashed her in the head with something harder than their fists then when she wouldn’t go down like they thought, they strangled her. They almos
t killed her Bull.”

  After a long moment of silence, he asked, “Is she ok?”

  “Yes, she seems like she is. But she can hardly do more than whisper right now.”

  “Who are you with and where can we find you?” Bull demanded.

  “I can’t tell you that.”

  “You’d better tell me girl.” He seethed. “If these guys are legit, they will want you to get back to your dad.”

  “Oh, Bull...” She sighed. “They are legit but they’re hunting someone and they don’t want him to know he’s under their radar. They offered Frankie and me their protection. They let me call my dad and you guys, but they asked that I not tell you where I am. They need time to find him before he realizes they are here.”

  “Not good enough.” Bull growled.

  “It has to be for now,” Galen insisted.

  Deter reached out for the phone and Galen gave it up to him. “I don’t know who you are or what you mean to Galen but we might be after the same man. You might know him as Tegan Averin,” he told Bull.

  “What the hell do you know about Tegan Averin?” Bull demanded hotly.

  “More than you do at the moment. I cannot tell you any more than that but we have a lead on this man and we do not want to lose it, nor do we want him to go underground. We are here for a mission and we cannot accept defeat on this. I’m not asking for forever, but I am asking for a few days. Your women will be safe with us and that is all I can tell you at the moment. She will call you back in a few days, at least give us that much time.”

  “Put Galen back on the phone,” Bull demanded.

  When his tone rubbed Deter the wrong way instead of handing her back the phone, he disconnected the call.

  Galen didn’t say anything but her eyes widened. Shaking her head, she warned him, “You maybe shouldn’t have done that. Now they will bust their butts to find us and root you guys out of the woodwork.”

  Deter frowned as he cocked his head at her turn of phrase. “Excuse me?”

  Galen chuckled. Stepping closer to him, she wrapped her arms around his waist and placed her head against his chest.