"And what does that make me?" I ask cheekily, entranced by the way her features react to every touch.
"God," she replies, her eyes half-closed, "my God," she continues, her arms wounding around my neck as she gives me full control over her mouth.
Ah, but how can I refuse that?
Holding her close, I devour her, exchanging blood in a dangerous kiss that has me teetering on the precipice. I reach for her ass and I guide her over my shaft, her pussy lips spread to accommodate my length.
"And what do you do for your God, my dirty little nun?"
My hands on her ass cheeks, I knead them as she moves in circular motions over my erection, the head brushing over her entrance, the greedy bastard pushing forward as it tries to get past her barrier. She's so fucking wet that her pussy's sliding effortlessly over my cock. It would be so easy to slip inside...
"Pray," she cries out just as my cock glides over her clit, "worship, obey." Her words make me even harder and it takes everything in me to stop myself from coming or fuck her until she's screaming my name.
Or both.
"Fuck yes," I move my lips lower over her throat, sucking on the pulse point. "Pray to me," I rasp, wanting to hear her soft voice beguiling me, asking me to fuck her into eternity and beyond.
And ah, but I would. I'd make a deal with the devil himself if I could tie her to me forever.
"Oh my dear God," she starts, a saucy grin on her face as she peers at me, "please suck on my breasts."
"You want me to suck on these pretty titties?" I ask, my hand coming up to cup them through the material of her shirt.
"Yes, please," she bats her eyelashes at me, the minx knowing fully well that I can't resist that trick.
I tug her shirt down, her breasts bouncing free and into my face. Leaning forward, I take a nipple into my mouth while my hand plays with the other.
"Vlad," she moans my name, increasing the friction as she takes her pleasure. I bite down on her nipple, and her orgasm hits, her entire body trembling, her pussy soaking my cock even more.
Her hands are clawing at my back, her nails already digging in my skin as she's tensing, her muscles spasming as she's riding her climax.
Taking advantage of her dazed state, I turn her on her back, her legs wide open, her pretty pussy greeting me nice and sated. Pushing her knees apart, I lean down, giving her a long swipe as I taste her release, sucking her clit in my mouth and making her come again.
Hands in my hair, she's tugging at my scalp as her thighs close around my head, her voice loud as she's screaming my name.
"Vlad," she whimpers, grabbing at my shoulders and dragging me up her body for a kiss, her hands reaching for my cock.
At this point I'm so hard I'm almost bursting. I line my cock to her pussy, thrusting against her lips as I move my length up and down, her warm juices coating my shaft and making me groan at the sensation. Skirting by her hole, I'm almost tempted to throw caution to the wind and just take her, but for the first time, I don't want to allow my selfish desires to ruin this experience for her.
Even though I'd give anything to have just the tip of my cock nestled inside her tight body...
"Fuck," I curse out, closing my eyes to regain some control over myself.
"Let me," she whispers, wrapping her hands around my cock as she jerks me off, moving up and down, her grip firm and tight. Her fingers work their magic as I simply close my eyes, giving in to the pleasure that only she can give me. My cum shoots in hot spurts on her stomach, my release unending as I struggle to find my breath.
"Hell girl..." My eyes snap open to see her swirl my cum around on her stomach, coating her fingers in a thick layer before dipping them lower to her pussy. She plays with herself, her fingers brushing past her clit as she spreads my cum around her lips. Two digits go lower, pushing at her entrance as she presses my seed all the way inside.
"My greedy little nun," I rasp, unable to take my eyes off the way her pussy is eating my cum, the white perfect against her glistening pink. Taking my fingers, she prompts me to do the same.
"I like yours better, they're bigger," she blushes, and I can only oblige.
Using two fingers, I press all my cum inside of her, swiping at her walls, the velvety feel of her channel only making my cock weep with envy. Slowly moving my fingers in and out, Sisi is soon moaning again, lifting her hips and widening her legs so I can fuck her better.
"That's... right there," she cries out as I stroke her deep inside, her walls immediately contracting around my fingers. "Yes, God!"
I collapse next to her, and she burrows closer, snuggling in the crook of my arm. Her fingers are back to tracing the surface of my chest, and my discomfort from earlier resurfaces. She's making my skin tingle with an awareness that wasn't there before, and I don't know if I like it. As she continues with her caresses, my breathing hitches, my mind going into overdrive. I start thinking of all the possibilities, all the things that could happen but should not.
"I'm going to take a shower," I blurt out, taking her hands off me and rising out of bed. "After that I'll take you home," I say, not waiting for her reply as I head to the bathroom.
I spend some time under the shower, the water ice cold to calm my errant heart and bring some clarity into my turbulent mind. I don't like feeling like this... It's just like being on the cusp of an attack that never comes, my body primed for fight, my mind ready to slip.
But it doesn't.
I'm breaking down. There's no other explanation for it. My expiration date is nearing. I'd known for a long time that I wasn't going to live forever, not with the way both body and mind betray me.
My limbs start trembling, from cold or residual adrenaline I don't know. I just recognize my own failing body as it seeks an equilibrium.
Human biology is so mind-blowing, it can immediately recognize foreign bodies and expel them, ensuring continuation of life. The entire purpose of one's body is to protect itself from the outside.
But what if the danger comes from the inside?
I am the foreign entity in my own body, and I can feel it trying to rebel against my presence, wrestling with my own conscience to throw me out.
I'm running out of time.
The realization is both sobering, and for the first time saddening.
I need to get to Katya before anything happens to me. I need to punish Vanya's killer. And more than anything, I need more time with Sisi before I lose myself.
I'm having problems concentrating throughout the day, my thoughts drifting back to Sisi. I'd managed to get her home before noon, and luckily no one had realized she was not in her room. She'd proceeded to tell me that Marcello and Catalina had been giving her a wide berth since they think she's having a hard time accommodating to life outside Sacre Coeur, so they've mostly left her to her own devices. While her explanation had been satisfactory, I couldn't help but notice that she'd become slightly closed off, not meeting my eyes and not even offering to kiss me when I'd dropped her off.
She'd just looked at me blankly and said her goodbye, effectively kicking me out.
Did I do something?
I've been racking my brain the entire day, thinking that maybe I'd offended her somehow. I'd gone through every single interaction, cataloguing my replies and her reactions, and I'd found all to be satisfactory. Why, I'd made her come at least four times, and she'd looked perfectly sated.
Until she suddenly wasn't...
Maybe it's because I told her I'd get her home? Did she want to sleep with me in my bed? But she'd been the one to want to get home before anyone noticed her absence, so I really don't understand what I could have done to make her behave like this.
Sighing deeply, I close my computer and massage my temples. Since I'm unable to get any work done today, I might as well focus my efforts elsewhere.
A while later, I find myself at Marcello's house, paying him a short visit. He certainly seems surprised to see me, as he narrows his eyes at me, reluctantly inviting me in his o
ffice.
Ah, but I know exactly why he's giving me such a warm welcome. He thinks I'm a danger in his house, especially now that he has something to lose.
"Stop worrying that pretty head of yours," I drawl as I take a seat, "I'm not going to go on a killing spree anytime soon."
"Better safe than sorry," he mutters under his breath, and I roll my eyes.
"Marcello, Marcello, you wouldn't say we've been friends for more than two decades," I tsk at him.
"Friends?" He scoffs at me. "Is that what you call friends? Oh, sorry, you don't have any."
"Ah, 'cello," I bring my hand to my heart, "you wound me. You know how popular I am. I have to fend off wannabe friends with the end of my knife." I smile, and I notice his lips curling up too.
"And that's exactly why you have none. They all end up dead."
"Enough of that," I wave my hand. "I didn't come here to squabble with you, no matter how fun it might be," I add, seeing his face relax slightly.
Marcello hasn't been the same in the last decade, and it might be odd, but sometimes I miss our times together in the past.
"What did you come here for? Do you have more information on the shipment?"
Some time back we'd both suffered some losses when some unknown culprit had decided to be smart and attack our shipments. Although I'd been rather angry that someone had dared that, and thereby ruining my mood, I'd quickly pushed it out of my mind since I had more important things to take care of. Marcello, though, is perpetually on guard since he thinks someone is targeting him and his wife.
"I might," I smirk, "but I'll need something from you," I add.
He regards me suspiciously, as he always does, even though over the years he's asked for my help on numerous occasions. For all his efforts to lead a life away from crime, he'd always find his way back to me, asking me to break the law for him.
"What is it?" he asks tersely.
"Nothing too much, old pal, I'm not about to ask for your first born," I watch his features draw up in pain, "but maybe I'll settle for your sister. She's quite a looker." I add, wanting to rile him a little.
"Stay away from my sister," he grits his teeth. "I mean it, Vlad. You don't go near Venezia or Assisi, or we'll have problems."
"Wow, big bro making an appearance. A little too late, don't you think?"
"Vlad," his nostrils flare, and I can tell I'm one step from going too far.
But who am I to resist?
"Marcello, really," I groan, "imagine us being a big happy family," I continue, but one look at Marcello's expression and I know I've taken it slightly too far.
"I'm serious Vlad. Stay away from my sisters, or God help me, I will kill you," he clenches his jaw.
"You and your god," I sigh, resisting the urge to tell him his sister calls me her god. "Fine, I'll drop it. For now." I give him a smile, even though this just confirmed what I thought.
Marcello would never let me near Sisi. And that makes things a little complicated. Especially since I plan on tying her to me—one way or another. Alas, if I have to make another enemy in the interim, then so be it.
"Do you still have Valentino's things?" I finally get to the reason I'm here.
"What do you need?" He frowns.
"You may remember that twenty something years ago Valentino was looking into a human trafficking ring when they came across me, or rather what was left of me," I give him a rueful smile. "I want to know if he had more information about that ring, and about a Project Humanitas."
"Project Humanitas?" He raises an eyebrow at me, getting up and heading to his file cabinet. "I remember seeing that name, let me see. But I should warn you, Tino left his affairs in a dissolute state. I doubt there's anything that might help in here. As for twenty years ago..." he trails off, looking pensive. "My father would have still be around, so he must have had most of the information."
He starts skimming through the files, intently looking through the documents.
Marcello's father had been an interesting figure. A little too sadistic for my taste (ironic, I know), he was the definition of mental.
"Here," he says, pulling out a file and handing it to me. "It's not much, but it's the only mention of Project Humanitas I remember seeing." He resumes his seat. "Why are you looking into this now?" he asks, but I'm busy studying the file in my hands.
"Did you know your father wanted to invest with a Dr. Miles Holloway?"
The file contains a business proposal submitted by Dr. Miles Holloway to Marcello's father, asking for forty million dollars. The proposal paints Project Humanitas as a rehabilitation program designed to create the perfect soldiers by erasing their notion of right and wrong and making them susceptible to blindly following orders—the perfect killing machines. The proposal, however, only mentions behavioral therapy and not any type of physical experiments.
"No, what is it?"
"He wanted your father to pay him forty million for access to his research." I smirk, suddenly making sense of Valentino's presence at the laboratory when I'd been found. "I'm guessing your father wanted to see for himself what he was going to pour his money into, so he sent your brother to check the project—incognito of course."
"And he found you." Marcello says, his expression grave. I nod.
"You know, Tino never told me the specifics of how he ended up in that place. Thinking back, it does seem unusual that he would miraculously find you when your father hadn't been able to for years."
"Exactly. Your father never shared his knowledge about Project Humanitas, and now I have to wonder if somehow he wasn't involved."
He would have had many opportunities to tell my father who had kidnapped Vanya and I and why, but he'd never done it. Maybe he just didn't want to incriminate himself.
"Can you look into your father's finances around the time?" I ask Marcello, hoping I can find a paper trail at least.
"Will do," he gives me a brisk nod, and I rise up to leave.
"What happened to you there?" He asks as I'm on my way to the door. "Why do you want to find them now?"
I turn slightly, shrugging. "Things that happen to helpless children," I add, not wanting to get in details. I may not remember what happened, but my body is another story. "Miles and another person were the ones who poisoned Misha against my father and our family, promising him the leadership if he helped them. And Miles is the one who took Katya."
"I see," Marcello replies, his hands in his pockets. "I'll look into it."
"Thanks." I give him a mock salute, leaving.
Behavioral therapy.
Besides the experiments, they also performed behavioral therapy. Then... what if my crises are a result of that therapy? And what if they have a cure?
I don't get to dwell on that as another thought intrudes in my mind, and I find myself surreptitiously sneaking upstairs, finding Sisi's room with ease.
"I told you I'm not in the mood," I hear her voice as I slowly open the door.
"You," she furrows her brows when she sees me come inside her room, locking the door behind me. "What are you doing here?" she asks, narrowing her eyes at me.
For a second, my entire mood is shattered as I realize I'm not welcome.
"I was visiting your brother and thought I'd drop by." I feign a smile.
"You're taking too many risks," she scowls at me, getting up from her bed and coming towards me, "we just saw each other too."
"So what if I wanted to see you again?" I give her my most charming smile as my arm sneaks around her waist, bringing her into me. "Tell me you didn't miss me." I inhale the scent of her freshly washed hair, and for the first time today I feel at peace.
"We just saw each other," she sighs, "when would I have had the time to miss you?" she raises an eyebrow at me, seeking to disentangle my hands from her body.
"You should go before anyone finds you here," she repeats, and I feel completely blindsided.
What happened? What did I do wrong?
"Are you feeling ok?" I ask, suddenl
y worried about her injury. My hand grazes her forehead, but she stops me, flinging it away.
"Yes, don't worry. I'm just tired and I want to sleep," she turns her back to me, going back to the bed and getting under her blanket.
"You should. You're not sleeping enough," I tell her, worried I've been keeping her too late at night. Taking a seat by the bed, I place my hand over hers.
"Yeah..." she agrees, but something in her expression bothers me. "Maybe we should stop seeing each other for a few days," she suggests, her words throwing me off completely.
"What do you mean?"
"So I can rest a little." She yawns, snuggling deeper under her blanket.
I'm about to protest, but seeing her so tired makes me reconsider my stance. I have been keeping her too late. Even though I'm wont to, since I know it's going to be painful to be without her, I need to let her rest a little.
"Ok," I reply, schooling my features. I don't want her to note the disappointment in my gaze.
She seems surprised by my easy acquiescence, so she just nods.
"I'll see you on Monday?" I ask, thinking that two days should be enough for her to recover her strength.
Her eyes widen. "Monday? Why?"
"Well, I know Marcello has a thing for Sundays and he will expect you to be present. So that leaves Monday. You should be rested by then."
"Right..." she murmurs, and I find myself thrown off by her expression again.
What's happening?
"Perfect. I'll text you the details." I lean in to give her a quick kiss on the forehead before leaving her room, stealthily making my way back down and out of the house.
I guess I'm lucky that Marcello isn't the best at choosing his guards, since I've managed to slip some of my own men inside. It's one of the reasons why Sisi's managed to sneak out successfully for so long.
And now I have to wait until Monday....
I groan out loud at the thought. What can I do until Monday to take my mind off things?
I'm out of the house and heading to the parking lot, my mind still on Sisi's odd behavior when I get inside my car.
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