The Masterful Russian (The Masterful Series)

by Cordelia Gregory

  “Wait,” he ordered. “Until I give you permission.”

  Antonia groaned and her body pushed back against him as he rode her hard, feeling his cock tighten painfully ready to release his seed and brand her as his property. He watched her plump breasts bounce underneath her as she cried out signalling she was about to lose control again. She would be brought to learn that she would experience her pleasure when he allowed and not before in their new relationship. He shook his head and leant forward and to the side to spank her breasts from side to side neatly capturing the nipples in the swipe. She gasped out loud and panted, wanting to come, prompting him to repeat the action flaring them a light crimson.

  “I told you to wait.”

  “Yes. Yes, Sir.”

  He hadn’t expected her to call him Sir and to his surprise she seemed to be accepting of her submission to him quicker than he believed she would have done. He drove deeper, harder, jolting her body violently on the bed as he did so, keeping full composed control. Antonia was panting so hard and grunting it was driving her into a frenzy. Gabriel now had firm control of her anger and her body and was effectively taming her into submitting to him. He reached forward and gently moved the fingers he had not penetrated her anus with between the lips of her vagina ever so gently and rubbed. She was soaking wet. In the beginning, he was gentle waiting for any signs of complaint but none were uttered from her lips. Satisfied she was content he rubbed harder and pinched at her clit. It drove her crazy. Very carefully, he took the next step to prepare her for more lovemaking which would allow him to dispel the ghost of her attacker and lay full claim to her body. He circled her entrance and using care he began to insert his middle finger inside her. It wasn’t long before he was able to embed it fully inside her. The sensation was enough to nearly tip her over the edge and with a smile he slowed the progress wanting her to get used to the powerful feeling of him penetrating her in both entrances and owning her.

  “That’s a good girl,” he cooed building the sensation then slowing and teasing once more before relenting.

  “Come for me, kotyonok. Come for me now. Let go,” he demanded.

  He did not need to tell Antonia twice. With a loud scream she climaxed. Her whole body felt warm and buttery in his grip as her movements became slower and her head dropped downwards as her orgasm gripped her. At the same time, Gabriel let go with one hard driving thrust inside her anus and a thrust of two of his fingers inside her pussy and climaxed at the same time, spurting his hot seed within her as pleasure ripped through his body and shuddered both of their bodies as they moved in perfect unison.

  A short while later, Gabriel collapsed over her body on the bed, a fine sheen of sweat covering them both. But he was to lift off quickly when he heard Antonia burst into tears. Worried, he quickly turned her over.

  “Did I hurt you?” he blurted out demanding an urgent answer.

  To his relief she shook her head. Antonia reached her hands up and cupped his concerned face. She lowered him down and kissed him.

  “Thank you. I didn’t think I would ever be able to make love again. I need you, Mr Malinov. Don’t leave me. You are the only man I have ever felt safe with. I think I am falling in love with you,” she sobbed.

  He kissed her back and smiled, intoxicated with her.

  “I have loved you since the moment I saw you running away from the Mafia in London,” he said wrapping his arms around her.

  Chapter 14

  Gabriel cradled Antonia protectively in his arms in bed listening to her talk when his mobile rang. It was Vikktor.

  “I am going to need you down here. I have put the ship’s crew on alert. A terror attack is imminent. This terrorist is a tough nut to crack and all we can get is that something is going to happen tonight. We can’t find any arms on the ship so my guess is they are going to storm the ship from the sea.”

  “On my way.”

  Gabriel kissed Antonia and told her to get dressed. She put on another black dress and Gabriel put his tux back on. Night had fallen and the ship was heading through the slightly choppy North Sea towards Norway when a sudden explosion made the ship judder and lean to one side. Antonia caught hold of Gabriel and held on to him to keep her balance. He pulled her tight into his chest and put in the earpiece that connected him to Vikktor and the rest of the United Global Defence team.

  “We are being attacked from the sea,” Vikktor told him. “They are setting off suicide bombs and shooting indiscriminately. We are three men down.”

  Gabriel went to the balcony with Antonia following close behind. He leaned over the rail. Explorer was being surrounded by a flotilla of small boats each one filled with men wearing balaclavas and armed to the teeth with grenades and Kalashnikovs. Some even wore explosives around their bodies and a lot were now on board the ship.

  “How didn’t the captain see the boats coming?” Antonia demanded.

  “The boats are small enough to get under the radar. They are attacking like Somali pirates. They will be on the other side of the ship as well.”

  They watched the men throw up ropes with grappling hooks to enable them to climb over the rail onto the open-air deck where the lifeboats hung. Malinov went back into the cabin and pulled out the suit case full of weapons. He slung a compact Uzi machine gun around his shoulder on a strap and picked up a G36. Antonia stared at him when the sound of gunfire and screaming echoed outside the cabin door. Gabriel stared at the door and hardened his features when he heard a female voice begging a terrorist not to shoot.

  There was a sound of a bullet piercing the air then silence. Only the thud of her dead body hitting the floor could be heard. Antonia jumped and covered her mouth stifling a gasp.

  “Stay here,” Gabriel said pushing her back against the wall and handing her the G36.

  He approached the door and pressed his ear to it listening to the tread of the gunman come close. His timing was perfect. The Russian agent swung the door open with force and stepped out in the corridor. He straddled the dead woman’s body spraying the Uzi sub machine gun’s bullets at the gunman. His body jumped and jerked as the bullets riddled holes in him.

  Malinov spun around and went back into the cabin. He slammed the door shut listening to the Captain make a frantic announcement asking everyone to stay in their own cabins and lock the doors. Gabriel took Antonia upstairs and led her into the bathroom.

  “Get in the bath and stay there. This is the safest place for you,” he told her. “Keep your head down and don’t come out until you hear my voice at the door. Lock it behind me.”

  He took his standard weapon, the Glock 17 out of his suit jacket and gave it to her. “If any of them get in here, shoot them dead. Do you understand? If you don’t, they will kill you,” he said coldly. “I want you alive, safe and back in my bed as soon as possible.”

  She nodded and gripped his hand.

  “Be careful.”

  He kissed her.

  “I will. Do as I tell you.”

  He gave her one last look and then shut the door behind him. He stayed by the door until he heard her lock it, then went back down the stairs to leave the cabin.

  Malinov ran down the corridor towards the main stairs. The suite was located towards the middle of the ship and the terrorists were concentrating on the main heavily populated areas of cabins aft and forward as well as the entertainment decks.

  He took the stairs two at a time to the lower decks and met Vikktor on the third with another agent. They were in the process of running to take out a small group of terrorists spraying bullets down the bottom end of the long narrow corridor housing a line of cabins. They chased after them watching the bodies fall shouting at people coming out of their cabins in fear to go back in and lock the door.

  Vikktor aimed and pumped a bullet through one of the assailant’s head. He hit the floor quick, creating a space to get to the other two. At the bottom of the corridor a door led out to one of the open-air decks at the back and a restaurant. It swung open wildly beh
ind the shooting men. Gabriel stopped and aimed the G36 to execute a precision shot before one of them got through the door but lowered his weapon when he saw it was a part of the UGD military team coming to their assistance. The terrorists fell dead apart from one. He’d grabbed hold of a man who had come out of one of the cabins and was dragging him back in. The young children and the mother screamed at somebody to help as they were pushed back into the cabin.

  Gabriel ran down the corridor and the restricted space, feeling the walls close in on him. He continued to run full tilt to the cabin while Vikktor and the others dealt with one terrorist who was still alive and wearing a suicide vest. The door of the cabin was locked now and he could hear screaming and shouting inside. Gabriel stood back from the door and kicked it hard. It took him three kicks before it swung open.

  A man in a balaclava was threatening the family with his Kalashnikov. He pointed it at each of them in turn and swung around when Malinov entered the room. The agent was about to take him out with the G36 when he grabbed one of the children and used her to shield himself. Gabriel lowered his weapon as the family cried in terror.

  “I will kill her,” the man shouted at him. He sounded young and afraid. “Stay back.”

  “You have nowhere to go. Let the little girl go and give up,” Gabriel told him calmly. “It is over for you.”

  “No. It isn’t. I can kill you all and die. Then it is over. Then I have fulfilled my mission.”

  Gabriel motioned with his hand for the family to come towards him as the terrorist lifted the six-year-old up against his chest with one arm and moved backwards to the patio door leading to the balcony.

  Out of the corner of his eye Gabriel could see a face he recognized on the television. It was switched on to the ship’s internal channel giving out information on Explorer’s amenities, progress and much more. Someone was making a direct announcement from on board the ship. It was Aalam El Hashem. But the sound was down and he couldn’t hear anything.

  At first the family was reluctant to move. They huddled together, the mother begging the terrorist through her frightened tears to let her daughter go.

  “Many children were killed in your country’s air strikes in Iraq. You did not care about our children. I will not care about yours,” the terrorist spat at her moving out onto the balcony.

  Gabriel motioned with his hand again and tugged at the man’s tuxedo jacket arm to move. He wanted them out of the line of fire.

  “Get back. I will deal with this,” he informed them following the jihadist fighter to the balcony.

  “Leave and surrender to us or I will throw the child in the sea,” he threatened lifting her up to hang her over the balcony.

  The family screamed and came towards the balcony but Gabriel acted fast slamming the patio door shut to keep them away. The little girl sobbed and pleaded with the man resting her feet on top of the rail and using what small traction she had to push back against the man’s chest in an attempt to stop him.

  Malinov’s heartbeat increased its rhythm until it pounded painfully against his ribcage.

  “You really want to kill a child?” Gabriel questioned. “Only cowards and murderers kill children. I thought you were a fighter for your cause. A warrior? Yet this is how you show your bravery killing an innocent child.”

  The Jihadist fighter was quiet for a moment, lost for words. His head moved in agitation as he glanced along the rows of balconies above, below and to the sides of him looking for help but he was alone.

  “I am not a coward and I will die for Allah but she will come with me,” he said the words with conviction but the fear and terror behind them were audible in his shaking high voice.

  Once more he tried to force the girl over the balcony rail but she was stubborn and scratched at his arm then bit it. Angry he dropped his Kalashnikov and turned his back on Malinov to use both of his hands to throw her off the balcony. It was the mistake Gabriel had been waiting for him to make.

  The Russian agent rushed forward and swung his arm around the terrorist’s neck as he dangled the girl over the rail. Using all of his strength he pulled him backwards with force and the girl back onto the balcony. They all fell to the floor and Gabriel fought to maintain his hold on the Jihadist fighter. The man lost his grip on the girl but renewed it when the child tried to get up and run from him. He held on to her pulling at her hair to make her stay. She started to scream at the top of her lungs.

  Lying back on the deck Gabriel struggled with the terrorist who was elbowing his ribs with force. Gabriel continued to hold his arm around the terrorist’s neck and tighten his grip pressing down on the man’s throat to strangle him. He gritted his teeth and strengthened the pressure on the attacker’s larynx as the man continued to fight him and keep hold of the girl to kill her. The terrorist fought to breathe clawing with his nails at Malinov’s arm drawing blood but it was no use and eventually the terrorist’s hold on the girl weakened and death claimed him.

  The girl rolled over sobbing. Malinov pushed the terrorist off his body and stood running his hands through his hair relieved the girl was safe. He looked down at the terrorist with contempt. Killing was difficult but it was his job to keep others safe and if he had to end the life of someone then he would do it without remorse.

  More than often it was kill or be killed in his line of work. That’s what his father had drummed into him when he decided to train him at an early age to help him focus. Gabriel had gone off the rails by trying drugs to help him forget about witnessing his parents’ death when they worked for the KGB, and he was grateful to him still.

  Gabriel helped the little girl up and lifted her up into his arms. Her small arms clung around his neck as she cried. He hugged her tight and reassured her she was safe. Giving the top of her head a kiss he told her how brave she had been before opening the patio door and carrying her back to her parents and sister.

  The little girl gave him a kiss before being pulled into her daddy’s shaking arms. Vikktor was in the cabin now along with two military men. They took the family outside and away to safety.

  “You need to see this,” Vikktor said turning the sound up on the television. Just as he did the sound of Aalam El Hashem’s voice echoed outside in the corridor and inside the cabin. It was being piped through the Explorer’s intercom system and all over the ship, including the bathrooms.

  “I will give you one more chance, Antonia King,” Aalam said holding a knife to the throat of the woman with him. “Come to me and give yourself up and I will let the hostages, Nazila and Qaifa go. Sacrifice your life for theirs. Time is ticking. I have explosives all around this ship but I will allow you to have a chance to save some. Come to me now,” he shouted with frustration pushing the girl away.

  The camera swung around to a man kneeling. He was sweating profusely and looked terrified. A terrorist held the tip of a sharp knife to his throat. Aalam took the terrorist’s position. “To convince you to come, I will kill this hostage and another one every ten minutes until you arrive.”

  The camera spun away and all that could be heard were the screams of the people. It went blank. Malinov bent his head as the screen went blank feeling fierce anger rise inside him for the man’s death.

  “We have to get to those people. Where is Antonia?” Vikktor asked worried.

  “I have her safe in the suite but I know she will give herself up. I have to get to her before she does. He knows exactly how to play her.”

  “We have the majority of the ship contained and have stopped three suicide bombers. The SAS and the Royal Navy with Bomb Disposal are on the way. Aalam is holed up in the Crow’s Nest Bar Forward on the ship. We can’t get near it yet. I don’t know how you are going to get Antonia from the suite there is a battle going on at the stairs.”

  Malinov patted him on the back and grinned. “There is always a way,” he told him slinging the Uzi around his body as he made his way towards the balcony. “I’ll bring her and join you for the assault on the Crow’s Nest. I don�
�t want that man getting out alive.”

  “No one takes a Russian man’s woman away without a fight, huh,” Vikktor shouted after him with a grin.

  As luck would have it, he was on the right side of the ship and could see the suite’s long balcony above the line of small ones. Gabriel looked up at the rows of partitioned balconies above the one he stood in and worked out how he was going to climb up them. He pulled one of the loungers towards the side and stood on it. Holding on to the bottom of the balcony above him he swung his leg up onto the partition separating the one he stood in from the next and pulled himself up into the space above. The choppy North Sea water was swirling menacingly below as night fell and he continued hoisting himself up from one balcony to another. Finally, he reached the top and jumped onto the suite’s hoping Antonia was still locked in the bathroom. He shot the lock off the patio door to get in the cabin and bounded up the stairs.

  But the door was flung open and she was gone.

  Chapter 15

  Adrenaline coursed through Gabriel’s veins. He had to get her back. About to move, he stopped, hearing the sound of military helicopters approaching the ship. He needed to be at the top of the ship and in the Crow’s Nest before Aalam killed her. He picked up some more ammunition for the Uzi and retrieved the Glock she’d left lying on the floor of the bathroom.

  Malinov made his way to the stairs. Finding those ones clear he ran up another three flights. The four helicopters were getting closer. He reached the top floor at Deck 18 and ran past the Spa and out to the pool. The helicopters were above him now and doing their best to blow him off the deck.