by A. E. D
“Trakhni menya..” I moan out, telling him to fuck me in Russian. At times when I get most passionate, I find myself speaking my mother tongue.
His fingers curl up, hitting that special part inside of me that has my toes curling and my moans reaching a scream.
Chapter Thirty-Three
MASON
“Trakhni menya!!”
I don’t know what that word means but the more she says it, the more I seem to want her. I desperately want to know those words but my body is too far gone. It wants what it wants and right now, it wants her.
If you told me that I’d be fucking my queen tonight, then I would have told you that ‘I wish!’, but man am I happy it’s happening. It’s been months since our first meeting and I’ve craved her ever since. The way she moved so fluidly, tormenting her kills just by her words alone. The fear in grown men's eyes just seemed to feed her. She grew darker, every scream, every groan of pain, her eyes sparkled with joy. Joy, of all emotions was something I think she only feels in those moments.
After our first meeting I became obsessed with finding out everything about this mystery woman. Although I could never see her face properly, I could tell she was ungodly beautiful. But her aura around her just seemed to draw you in like a succubus. Even when she tried to torment Monty and myself in our own home, I couldn’t help but feel drawn to her. The bloodied message she left in the form of Monty and even the engraved message was enough to send me overboard. Sending me down a road of no return. Monty refused to help me after that. The man is afraid of his own shadow now, petrified that she’ll come back and finish him off. God, even I prayed she’d come back to finish me off. But then a miracle happened.
She waltzes into my club, my sanctuary, like a bird seeking its prey. I couldn’t give two shits about her breaking bones and spilling blood in my club. She was so beautiful. Though she was out of her comfort zone, she wasn't out of her element. That sheer strength shone through and no doubt caused nightmares. When I first asked around about her, one mention of her name and they went running, metaphorically speaking but some did actually run. I swear one man even pissed his pants. Their reactions made the thrill of the hunt rise. Determined to catch her and all I had to do was wait and she’d come to me.
And that’s exactly what she did.
She never even realized she walked into the lion’s den, my club. No longer was she a mystery. I now had a name and a gorgeous face to match. Everything that transpired that night, led me here, to her apartment that seems to suit her well.
When I walked through that front door, I was shocked at what I found. A modern looking, wide open spaced apartment. Looking straight ahead from the front door, the whole back wall was just windows, like mine. A wall of windows with clear views of my city. But it was also dark, the dark wood polished floors seemed to bounce the light from the city below. There was a black plush looking five-seater lounge placed near the windows in the middle of the living room, facing a TV on the right wall that was as big as one of mine. I like her style. The theme throughout the place was black and white with silver chrome fixtures and a state-of-the-art kitchen. Black marble benchtops looked like they had streaks of opal or pearl through each slab. To say I was impressed would be an understatement.
Still standing in front of the closed door, I went to take a step only to realize I was stuck. Frowning, I looked down and God I wish I hadn’t. The biggest fucking snake I’ve ever seen in my life was curled around my legs and travelling up my body fast. I’m pretty sure the scream that erupted from my throat was one close to a woman's. I became paralyzed with fear, unable to move or take my eyes of the black slithering snake quickly rising towards me. It’s strength alone terrified me. I was having trouble breathing as its body constricted my arms to my side, making me lose balance and falling to the floor. Trying to steady my breathing, I watched as its face came up towards mine like it was studying me. Its body and face were a shiny black colour, almost camouflaging in the nights shadows but as it came closer I saw white stripes across its mouth, making it look like that comic book character Venom. Its face moved closer to mine, tongue flicking out and hitting my face. So lost in the moment of thinking I’m about to be eaten alive, I didn’t see her standing there.
As if this fucking snake was a guard dog, it looked toward her before releasing me from it’s clutches. Sliding along the ground so smoothly, it slithered up her body to rest around her shoulders. Unable to move my eyes from it, making sure it didn’t change its mind and decided he did in fact, want to eat me. After what felt like forever, I stood up, finally able to get my eyes on the prize and I sure as shit did not want to waste this moment.
Now being able to step closer, she starts to tease. Riling my feathers will only hurt her more. There’s no way I am going to be soft with this woman. If she is meant for me then she can handle everything I throw at her and with the amount of time I had to wait for her, it’s going to hurt. I’m not going easy on her but something tells me she wouldn’t want it easy anyways.
Calling her name, I see her visibly shiver. Adding fuel to the fire, I tell her how much I want her and step closer.
Not being able to hold back anymore, we devour each other. Which led us here, with her breathing hard underneath me with her nails digging so deep into my back that I can feel my blood dripping down it. I could only guess that my back looks like a horror scene right now but the more blood she sees on me the hotter she gets. Fucking her with every strength I have, she takes it. I’ve never had a woman that’s been in my bed, be able to take me fully and at my strongest. My back and chest ache from being shredded by her fucking perfect claws. As if she can’t get enough, she flips us over with a movement I never saw coming and straddles me. I don't even know how she flipped us over. She's tiny compared to me.
“Ugh, fuck!” Those fucking nails are clamped to my chest and this time it’s much worse. She uses my chest as a fucking handlebar to help her gain momentum, but fuck is all this pain worth it.
Her pussy clamps around my cock so hard I thought I’d bust right then and there. She feels so fucking good. I grab her hips in a tight grip and use her to fuck me. Her moans are so loud they only egg me on more. I feel her walls tighten to an extreme strength before we both scream out together. Spurt after spurt shoots in her as her body quivers and shakes above me. I can’t help but convulse too as her walls clamp and unclamp around my cock every time she has aftermath shocks.
She collapses on top of me and I can’t help but hold her tight against me. That was the most mind-blowing sex I’ve ever had and there’s not a chance in hell that I’m letting her go now. Her chest rises and falls against mine as her breathing starts to slow. Feeling a little more weight fall on top of me, I looked down at her striking face to see she’s fallen asleep. She truly is so beautiful. We must have been fucking for hours because light from the sunrise slowly starts to enter the room, lighting up her face and allowing me to see her more clearly. Her long black lashes fan across her sleeping face and her wild black hair hiding a little scar on her forehead definitely looks like she’s been thoroughly fucked. I can’t help but smile at that. I move some hair behind her ear and studying the purple bruise across her cheek. That prick really kicked her hard. If only he wasn’t dead, then I would have killed him myself for hurting my little vixen.
Leaning my head up, I place a soft kiss against her forehead before placing another on her bruised cheek. Trying to kiss the pain away because I know for a fact a hit like that would hurt like hell. I may have kissed a little too hard because she started to stir. Staying as still as I could, I watch her, thinking of what’s about to happen. Will she come to her senses and kill me? Not that I’d be bothered by that to be honest. Dying after fucking her? Then I’d die a happy man.
The first thing I see are her striking blue eyes, so fucking bright they could be diamonds. They stop and stare at me. Like the world fades away, I can’t take my eyes off her and she seems to be in the same boat. Our eyes drop down to ea
ch other's lips at the same time before flicking back up to each other’s eyes. In slow motion, I watch in surprise as she leans up and softly places her lips against mine. In a slow sensual kiss, it feels like we're fusing ourselves together. I never expected for someone so cold and calculated to show this type of affection. Especially coming from her. After watching and studying her, I saw so many things in her. But what I never saw in her was affection. So, her sensually kissing me right now is unexpected.
Before long, my dick, which is still inside her, starts to harden. She feels it too as she moves ever so slowly, up and down. Slowing gaining rhythm but never going too fast. Like she’s savoring this moment.
I push myself up so I’m sitting with her in my lap, lips still connected to hers. I want to hold her close to me as we move together as one. With one hand I push her soft beautiful hair behind her shoulder as the other hand runs slowly up and down her side. Our sounds, our movements, even our smell feels so right. I no longer feel the pain she inflicted upon me. She was made for me, that I’m sure.
I slide my hands down to her curvy ass, grabbing a globe in each hand or trying to anyways. I help move her a bit faster. I bring my mouth down against her neck, sucking and biting her soft flesh as a reminder that she’s mine. She seems to like the pain. Every time I bite her, her walls clamp around me tighter. Pulling a hand back, I hit hard, knowing full well I’ve just left a beautiful sized handprint on her ass. Bringing my hand down on the other cheek pushes her over the edge to another amazing climax, pulling me along with her. Still coming down from our high, we didn’t notice another presence in the room.
“Damn, that was hot.” We jump at the sound of another voice in the room. We both look over to see the teenage kid from next door leaning against the door frame with smirk on his face. I’m not even mad, hell, I’d be turned the fuck on if I saw this woman get fucked right before my eyes. But then again, maybe I’d kill the fucking guy who thinks he can touch what’s mine.
“Keenan, fuck off!” She yells, making me groan in protest as every word she screams makes her insides clamp around my sensitive member. The cocky little shit winks before walking away.
“Does this happen often?” I ask, mildly curious of the relationship between the two, only knowing what I’ve seen from afar. She turns back to me, studying my face before speaking.
“Sometimes. But he only comes in when he’s worried. Why would he be worried?” I can tell by her calm tone that she’s going into one of her deadly moods.
“I saw him last night. Before I came here, he warned me not too.” Honesty is the best policy when it comes to a woman like this. I have no doubt in my mind that she knows how to catch a lie.
She doesn’t say anything for a long time. Getting a bit nervous of the eerily calm demeanor she’s expelling, I go to break the silence but she beats me to it.
“I can’t be what you want me to be. I’m not capable.”
What does she mean by that?
Chapter Thirty-Four
LAKE
Chapter Thirty-Four
LAKE
I’m a mess.
Many times I’ve prayed to be normal. I prayed to be like every other girl around me. To be able to do simple things like shop, hang out with friends, go on dates. There was a time when I was younger that I longed to have friends. Longed to be close to someone, anyone. I would’ve taken anyone.
I used to dream of another life. A life in which I go to school, make friends, date anyone I wanted. I dreamt of having a family of my own. I dreamt of having a family with someone I loved and watching my kids grow up and become their own person. Make their own choices, have their own friends, do whatever they wanted because that’s what they wanted to do.
But then I woke up.
To live another day in agony, living day by day, wondering if I’d be able to survive the days lessons. My father was ruthless. He never went easy on me, lesson after lesson my heart broke, piece by piece until I no longer had a heart. Until I no longer cared what he did to my mother, what he did to me. He conditioned me. Finally transformed me into the weapon he always wanted. In some sick way, I wanted him to love me like other fathers love their daughters. Like the ones I saw on TV. I wanted that for myself. So, I took each lesson he gave me, absorbing everything he taught me and became the monster he was striving to create. All because I wanted him to love me.
I learnt a long time ago that I was never normal. When I finally escaped the hell I called my life, I was free. But I had no idea what that really meant, being free. I was in a whole new world. I had to learn so many different things. I had to learn that this world lived by rules and laws. If those laws were broken, you’d be taken to prison. I’ve already lived in one prison and had no intention of ever going back. I spent months after my freedom in a spiral of panic and destruction. I killed so many people. People who didn’t deserve to die.
I had no control over myself. My body and mind were conditioned by the rules and beliefs taught to me by my father. I slept on the streets, in my victims' houses, anywhere. It wasn’t until one night on the streets that I came across a man conducting his shady business in the alleyway I was staying in for the night. I watched him rule over a group of men, watching how they bowed their heads and followed his every command. I also watched the man in front of him on his knees, piss himself. He was so terrified of this man towering over him that he shook with fear, urinating on himself.
The man who led the group, who I later found out was Joe Morelli, grabbed the knife that was held out by a young man who looked like he was a few years older than me. I watched as he swung the knife through the air and pierced the man’s skin in a quick strike. From what I could see from the dumpster I was hiding behind, the knife pierced his left lung, entering through the fifth and sixth rib. From the type of wrangled screams the man was giving off, I’d say the knife was angled up for maximum damage. After pulling the knife out and dropping it on the ground, they left, leaving the man to bleed out on the dirty alley ground. I waited until I knew they were gone before venturing out to watch the man die. I stood over him watching him struggle to ask for help with his lung collapsed and rapid blood loss.
I never knew other people killed. I always thought my father and I were the only ones. The man tried to reach my leg for help but I stepped back. I watched him die slowly. I’d never seen a quick death like this before. My father always made his kills last hours before they died. He wanted them to feel extreme pain. My head was tilted to the side, studying the man gasping for breath, his hand was trembling as he held pressure against the bloodied and bleeding wound. I watched until the light faded from his eyes and his hand over the wound slowly slid off. There was so much blood, like a bloody flood happened in the alley. I patted down every pocket, taking his wallet that had hundreds of dollars in it and his phone. I could use this to track that man down. He planted a seed in my head that night, one that would lead me to the life I live now.
Standing up from my crouched position I caught sight of the knife that was carelessly thrown on the ground. Whoever that guy was, he had no problems about the laws or getting in trouble. I could tell he was a powerful man from his build to the men surrounding him. Too focused on the knife in my hands and thoughts of a future better for me, I never noticed a pair of feet that were a short distance away from me and the now dead body. I clutched the knife tight in my hand, ready to use it on the mystery person.
It was him, the man who killed so swiftly and the young man who gave him the knife. The man stood feet apart, strong arms crossed against his chest with one hand on his chin and one eyebrow lifted as he studied me. The young man looked hesitant and ready to charge at me at any given moment. My long matted black hair was wild and knotty around my dirty face. My once white top was now dirty from sleeping on different surfaces. My short jean shorts ripped and fraying along the edges from being caught on fences and sharp edges when I had to run away from police.
“How interesting.” He spoke. I didn’t reply b
ecause I couldn’t. My English was terrible. Although my father had taught me English, I never used it. Running away from my father proved a lot more dangerous than I thought. I was caught by a group of men who easily overpowered me. Escaping my father came at a cost, one that had me severely injured. But nevertheless, these men were the ones who brought me to America. Not for the right reasons though.
“Lake?” I hear my name being called. Still processing the events that happened the night before and the unwanted flashbacks I’m unable to reply. I don’t want to.
“Give her time, she’ll come back.” Keenan. He always knows exactly what to say. He always knows what I’m going through, even if I don’t say anything.
“What do you mean, come back?” Slowly breaking out of my trance, I find myself in front of my bedroom floor to ceiling windows. I can’t remember walking here or changing, but I often find myself in this position when thinking about my past. Pretending to still be distracted, I wait to hear what Keenan has to say. Just how much has he learnt about me? He sighs before speaking again.
“She does this often. Like she’s reliving certain things from her past. She gets stuck in them, unable to be brought out unless they’re finished. I use to call out to her but she’d never respond. So now I wait. Just, don’t crowd her.” I never knew he use to do that. Was I really so absorbed in my memories I couldn’t hear the present?
“Why can’t I get close to her?” I hear Mason ask curiously.
“Look, I don’t know much about her past but what I do know is this. Whatever memory she relives, when she comes back, she’s on edge. Like break bones on edge. She becomes scary, even for me. She watches everything, scanning her surroundings, scoping out exits and profiling people. Imagine a rabid dog about to attack. That’s what she becomes until she feels safe enough to let her guard down.” How much has this kid seen? I feel my heart beat fast, knowing that Keenan observes so much. He’s like my little protector always looking out for me. Unconsciously my hand goes to the pendant around my neck. A gift from Keenan. I’m starting to think he didn’t choose this necklace just because he saw it. I think it means more than what he’s letting on.