VEN

by K. Webster

  “Is that what my dear cousin calls it?”

  Her fingers tug at my tie as she works the knot. She’s painted her lips a blood red that speaks to all the male parts of me. Those same lips stained my dick just a short few days ago.

  “I got lonely and needed someone to talk to,” she says as she pulls my tie off and drops it to the floor.

  “You could have called me.”

  “And interrupted you with your entertainment?” she teases.

  I slide my palms to her ass and grip her tight enough to make her cry out. “I didn’t fuck anyone, Diana. I didn’t do anything because there’s only one person I want.”

  Her blue eyes that are always sharp and calculating soften. “Really?”

  My lips find her bare neck, and I softly kiss her flesh. “Really.”

  “Make love to me, Ven,” she pleads, her voice as needy as I’ve ever heard it. “Please. You said all I had to do was ask and you’d give it to me. I want this. I want us.”

  I pull away to search her eyes. Her eyes are so telling. Shame flashes momentarily, replaced by determination.

  “Your heart still belongs to Anton,” I remind her, but I’m already unzipping the back of her dress.

  “No,” she bites out sharply. “It was all a fictitious piece of bullshit he created by manipulating a teenage girl. I see that now. But this?” Her fingers glide into my hair, gripping. “This was always meant to happen. It started when we were young.” Her blue eyes flame with desire, and I can tell she believes this with her whole heart.

  “Are you sure?” I growl as I yank off my suit jacket and toss it to the floor. My fingers start flying through buttons of my shirt. “Once I start with you, woman, I won’t be able to stop. Kissing you all those years ago was fucking torture because it never evolved into more. I had to watch you get paraded around by your father in front of the Vasilievs like you were a piece of fucking meat. The moment I claim you, you’re mine.”

  She nods, tears welling in her pretty blues. “Promise?”

  “With my goddamn life,” I vow.

  Her dress slides off her body and hits the floor at her feet. I step back to appreciate her tits spilling out of her black bra. Her lacy panties match her bra, but would look prettier stuffed in her mouth.

  She leans down, using slow, seductive movements, and unzips her boots. Her eyes remain on mine as she pulls them off. I smirk because her undergarments are hot but she wears pink fuzzy socks under the boots. A small glimpse of the young woman who hides under the hard Volkov shell.

  “Leave the socks on,” I instruct, a smile tugging at my lips.

  She chuckles. “These are not sexy.”

  “But you are and you’re wearing them.” I approach her again and grab her ass, pulling her to me. “Do you remember all those times we’d hang out in your room while our dads talked about stupid shit for hours?”

  Her body relaxes as she regards me with wide, innocent eyes I remember so well. “We’d get drunk and listen to music.” She bites on her lip and blinks at me.

  “Coy girl,” I tease as I lift her, urging her slender legs around my hips. “We did more than that.”

  “We’d flirt,” she agrees. Her fingers thread around the back of my neck. “Touch and tease. We never kissed. Not when it was just you and I, no matter how badly I wanted to.”

  I walk with her out of her office and down the hallway to my bedroom. Closing the door behind me, I throw the lock before stalking over to the bed. “I wanted to kiss you too, moya roza. Tickling your sexy feet in your cute socks was such a tease.”

  She slides down my body and stands before me as she unfastens her bra. It slips from her body, revealing her perfect tits to me. “Why didn’t you ever kiss me?”

  A growl rumbles from me. “Because you were too young.”

  Her thumbs hook into her panties, and she slides them down her creamy thighs. They fall to her ankles, and she steps out of them. Her smooth cunt is on display, and my mouth waters to taste her again. “I’m not too young now.”

  “No, you’re not,” I agree.

  She approaches me and expertly begins undoing my belt. Within seconds, she has my pants and boxers pushed down my thighs. The moment her small hand wraps around my cock, I hiss in pleasure. “I always wanted you to cross the line,” she admits. “So many times, I brushed against your erection through your pants. I didn’t know what to do with it at the time, but I wished you would.”

  I slide my fingers into her hair and grip her tight so I can tilt her head up. My lips crash to hers, and I kiss her like I wanted to all those years ago. She works my dick with her hand as she uses her foot to push my pants the rest of the way off. Then, she pulls me.

  We crash to the bed, a naked mess of limbs, needy hands, and desperate tongues. She moans, and it drives me insane with need.

  “Make love to me,” she pleads again. “Now, Ven. Please.”

  Her legs wrap around me as she tries to pull me closer. With her tits smashed against my chest and my cock rubbing against her hairless cunt, I’m about to go fucking crazy. I’ve waited my entire life to have her. Now, it feels like it’s flashing by too quickly. Grabbing her wrists, I pin her to the bed. Her blue eyes are frantic and needy.

  “Ven…”

  She tries to use her legs to pull me against her. So strong this one. I rub my fat cock against her slit, loving the way she shivers with pleasure.

  “I’m going to spend hours eating your pretty pussy,” I tell her, my hips slowly thrusting against her clit. “Hours, moya roza.”

  She shakes her head. “Too much torture. I need you now.” Her hands wiggle, and she squirms, but my grip is brutal.

  “Why the rush?”

  All urgency bleeds from her as tears well in her stunning blue eyes. Her bottom lip wobbles, and fuck if I don’t feel like I just broke her heart with one question.

  “Ven, I just need this. Okay? Can you trust me when I say I just need you?” A tear streaks down her temple.

  Guilt niggles inside me. Something doesn’t feel right. Her grief over Anton is still probably warring inside her. I’d be an asshole for rushing this.

  But I’ll be an asshole if I don’t, based on her response.

  Releasing her hands, I slide my grip to her jaw and kiss her again. She tastes like coffee and sweet Diana. My cock rubs against her, occasionally poking against her entrance. When she slips her hand between us to guide it inside her, I let her. I’ll give her what she wants, and with time, we’ll do things how I want to.

  I’m barely inside her, just past the crown of my cock, when I climb out of my head enough to use some common sense. “Condom,” I grit out.

  “Just pull out,” she breathes.

  She digs her heels into my ass, drawing me deeper inside her. Fuck, she’s tight. I growl against her lips, and then I’m back to kissing her like our lives depend on it. My body is on autopilot as I thrust hard into her. Over and over again. Just like I wanted to do all those times when we’d get drunk in her room. It took incredible willpower back then, and now…now I don’t have to pull back.

  I can have her.

  She’s finally mine.

  “Ven,” she cries out. “Yes, oh God!”

  I grip her fat tit and tweak the sensitive nipple. She whimpers as though I’m too rough with her, so I relax my hold a bit. My hips never stop their thundering. I work them in a way that I rub against her clit with each pound into her. By the way she claws at my shoulders and arches her back, I know she’s getting closer to coming.

  “That’s it, moya roza, get my cock messy,” I groan against her lips. “I want those delicious juices soaking my bed.”

  A choked sound escapes her moments before she throws her head back and shudders with her orgasm. I should pull out and paint her stomach with ribbons of my cum, but her cunt is milking me in the best possible way. My own climax hits hard, and I feel myself pumping into her.

  Slide out, Veniamin.

  Pull out of her perfect fuckin
g cunt.

  Don’t fill her up with your seed.

  And yet, I don’t listen to a goddamn thing I try to tell myself. I come with a guttural sound. Claiming and owning. My cock spurts violently inside her, painting her insides with my semen.

  “Fuck,” I hiss as I fall against her, my cock pushing deeper inside her when it should be pulling out. As I start to soften, hot juices run from her body and soak my bed.

  “You didn’t pull out,” she murmurs.

  Panicking, I sit up on my elbows and search her eyes. “Are you mad?”

  She shakes her head quickly, and her cheeks turn pink. “I want this. All of it.”

  I’m nearly thirty years old and haven’t thought much about having a family. But with Diana? I can see it all. Wife, kids, a fucking dog. With her, I want everything.

  “I’ll take care of you,” I promise, my cock already hardening with the thought of owning her completely. Once and for all. “This is happening.”

  She threads her fingers into my hair and nods. “I’m ready.”

  I’m fucking ready too.

  I’ve been ready for a long time now.

  The mornings are the worst. Hiding my sickness from Ven is nearly impossible. Each morning for the past two weeks now, I slip out from under his heavy arm and hurry to my bedroom where I can puke my guts up. Allina, wordlessly, waits for me with ginger ale and crackers. She’s vowed her allegiance to me. If she remains loyal, when I leave this hellhole where Yegor watches me with barely contained salacious interest, she will come with me. The guilt of knowing I’m carrying a child who doesn’t belong to Ven is eating away at my conscience, but the need to survive is colliding with my morals. My love for him has always been there, dormant, waiting to be awakened. Trust is everything to men like Ven, as it should be, yet I deceive him every night when I go into his arms. I need to tell him. He may have the answers, understand and love me anyway. But what if he doesn’t? Fat tears fall from my cheeks, but I quickly swipe them away.

  After I clean up, I usually head to my office where I work on the tasks Ven has given to me in regards to the women. Today, though, I find Vika sitting in my office chair, and my hackles rise.

  “So,” she says snippily. “You’re fucking Ven, huh?”

  Crossing my arms over my chest, I glower at her. “Not that it’s any of your business, but yes.”

  Her amber eyes flash like flames flickering in a fireplace. “Why? You knew I always loved him, yet you went there anyway.” She stands from my chair and rounds my desk. Her eye is sporting a blue bruise and she nurses her left arm.

  My thoughts drift to the past, to not long after I kissed Ven just to push her away from annoying the hell out of him.

  “I hate you,” Vika says from the doorway of my bedroom. “You’re like one of Daddy’s whores.”

  I arch a brow, abandoning my romance novel to regard the bratty ten-year-old. “Excuse me? Did your Daddy’s whores teach you to talk like one?”

  She scoffs as she prances into my room. Her lips are stained dark pink and it’s clear she’s stuffed her bra. “I was going to marry him, but you stole him.”

  I didn’t steal him, but she doesn’t know that.

  I’ve had my hands busy. With Anton. I rise from my chair and wince at the pain between my thighs. He’s so big and it hurts so bad each time. I shudder and push away thoughts of that man rutting on top of me.

  “He was never yours, Vika,” I remind her. “Our fathers decide. You know this.”

  She sneers at me. “They haven’t chosen yet. He was going to be mine. His family and mine are the best. It’s what should happen.”

  “He’s too good for you,” I snap, losing my cool. “He’ll always be too good for the likes of you and your family.”

  She gapes at me as though I’ve struck her. “Our family is the best,” she screeches.

  Shrugging, I look down at the little girl. “You know nothing, sweetheart. This world is too big and too complicated for you. You’re playing games with men you have no business playing with.”

  Her eyes narrow at me. “I’ll tell my daddy.”

  “I’ll tell mine,” I threaten back.

  We have a battle of wills, until a cold presence fills the doorway.

  “Everything okay in here?” Anton asks.

  Vika huffs. “Diana is just behaving like one of my daddy’s whores. Talking about dirty things she’s going to do with Ven Vetrov.”

  Anton’s jaw clenches, but he steps aside to let the little demon past. As soon as she’s gone, he closes the door behind him and turns the lock. Fear climbs up my throat.

  “Is that true?” he asks, his voice low and deadly as he prowls my way.

  I lift my chin bravely even though I’m terrified. I’m still so sore from last night. I don’t want to do this again. I don’t like it. “She’s just crushing on him and thinks I want him.”

  “Do you?” he demands. His palm strikes out to grip my throat, and I’m pushed against the wall behind me. “Do you want Ven Vetrov?”

  “N-No. She just w-wants him for herself, silly girl,” I choke out, tears slipping down my cheeks. “I want you.” Lies.

  His eyes narrow as he searches my face. “Good,” he murmurs. “Because I’d hate to have to leave this job to go work for another family. Vika seems like she needs my protection. The Vetrovs are bad men. And if that little girl is in danger, perhaps it’s my duty to protect her. After all, I’ve done a hell of a job protecting you from them.”

  His hand slips under my dress, and he fingers me over my panties. I whimper because it’s sore.

  “N-No,” I whisper. “Stay with me. Protect me. Please.” I may hate Vika, but she’s young like my sister. I cringe at Anton doing the same terrible things to her that he does to me.

  “Good girl,” he murmurs. “Good answer.”

  “Hellllllo,” Vika snaps, jerking me to the present. She may be older now and more beautiful, but she’s still the same little brat from before.

  “You’re a married woman now,” I sneer. “Act like one. Ven is available, and so am I. Get over it, child.”

  She gapes at me. “I am not a child—owwww!”

  When I grab her biceps to push her away from me, she cries out. The arm she was favoring gets pulled to her chest and tears spill down her cheeks. All anger at her bleeds away as I regard the sad, pathetic woman. Anton was right. Some of the Vetrov men are very bad men indeed.

  “Ruslan did this to you?” I demand, my blood boiling with the urge to pistol whip his ass.

  She laughs, cold and dark. “No.” She points to her face. “He did this to me. My arm is compliments of Daddy Vetrov.” A shudder wracks through her. I’ve never seen Vika so haggard and broken.

  “That bastard,” I hiss.

  Her eyes snap up, and she frowns. “You know you like it when he hurts me.”

  My God, she is insufferable sometimes.

  “You’re still the same little girl playing games she has no business playing. You don’t know anything at all about me, Vika Vetrov.” Saying her new last name is a dig, but she needs to be reminded. She’s one of them now.

  “I’ll tell Yegor you’re fucking his oldest son. They’ll force you to marry him. Is that what you want?” Her nostrils flare. “Yegor isn’t afraid to take his daughter-in-law to bed if you’re wondering.” More tears fill her eyes, but they don’t spill. “He’ll do the same with you,” she threatens.

  A warning, on this occasion, it’s not a threat against me, but one meant to protect me. I walk over to her and whisper in her ear. “He will not do that to me. I’ll cut his cock off and feed it to him before I ever let that happen. I was prey once, never again.” I brush her hair behind her ears and stare down at the little girl in a woman’s body. “Keep your mouth shut and stay out of trouble. And for the love of God, stop fucking my brother.”

  She smiles at me. For once, it’s genuine and beautiful. “Your brother is the only highlight of my new life. I can’t make any promises, Dia
na. So sorry.”

  With that, she stalks from the room, leaving me with nothing but niggling worry and her obnoxious perfume. That girl is going to get herself killed.

  A rap on the door startles me. I jerk around, thankful to see Ven standing there. And he’s as gorgeous as ever. His black button up shirt is undone at the top, and he’s not wearing a tie. A plum colored vest fits his trim yet muscled torso, and I find myself staring unabashedly at him. Black slacks hug his toned thighs, and he’s wearing a pair of his shiny, expensive leather shoes. His sleeves are rolled up, revealing his tattooed forearms. God, he’s a sexy bastard.

  “Good morning, moya roza,” he greets as he waltzes over to me and pulls me against him. He kisses the top of my head, and I relax in his hug.

  “Morning.”

  He holds me for a moment, his fingers stroking through my hair. Guilt always eats away at me. Essentially, I’m playing him—playing the only man I’ve ever truly loved so I can con him into believing the baby I’m carrying is his.

  This is so screwed up. I can’t go through with this. I need to run…but I can’t.

  Ven, of all people, doesn’t deserve this.

  But if the families find out I’m carrying the love child of my deceased lover, who knows what my fate will be. Yegor isn’t the type to take embarrassment lightly. I wouldn’t be surprised if I ended up raped and killed and buried behind the house. Or worse yet, fed to the pigs at the slaughterhouse. Alive.

  “You’re shaking,” Ven rumbles. “You okay? Did Vika rattle you? I almost got ran over by her in the hallway.”

  I shake my head as I pull away. “You know Vika. She’s always being a brat. What’s up?”

  His lips tug into a boyish grin that has my heart melting. He’ll never have to know. Anton had brown hair, nearly the same color as Ven’s. I can pass the child off as his. Everything will be fine. Ven will make a fine father. We’ll leave his monster of a father’s house and start our new life as we should have done the day I turned eighteen. I’ll give him children of his own, and this baby will be my secret, loved by a man worthy of fatherhood.

  I’m an awful person.