Chapter Six
Destiny
“Fuck yes.” I cry out as he continues to slam into me. We have been doing this for days now. Every night, I lay in wrapped up with him. He leaves me exhausted from both our excursions and our lovemaking. We have done almost everything this island has to offer. Don’t get me started on the four restaurants this little piece of paradise has.
“You like that, don’t you, Princess?” He asks from above me. Damn, I feel an irrational surge of jealousy at how fucking good he is at fucking me.
“Da. Ya hotela tebya ves' den.” I really have wanted him all day.
“That’s good Princess. You are going to have me for a lifetime.”
“YA khochu chtoby.” I do want that. More than anything.
Every time I speak Russian he fucks into me harder, so naturally, I keep using it. Thank God for all those languages my mom made me learn.
Before I know it, I am coming hard and he fills me with more of his seed.
God, I have never thought about kids before, but now it’s all I can think about. I groan when he pulls out of me.
“Bud' moyey zhenoy?” He says from beside me.
“What?” I sit up and look over at him.
“Be my wife?” He asks again.
“I know what you said, but holy shit, Ivan.” I say. I am freaking out on the inside. We just met five days ago, that is hardly anytime at all.
“If you think it is too soon, let me tell you why it’s not.”
“You don’t have to sell me on it, Ivan.” I say, laughing.
“Good. It is settled then.”
“Wait. I don’t believe I answered you, Ivan.”
“Princess. Stop acting like you don’t want this. Want us.”
“Fine. I do, but you should have seen the look on your face.”
I kiss him hard. Suddenly, the bell for the elevator goes off. Ivan gets out bed and pulls pants on as he leaves the room.
I lay back down and drift off. Suddenly, I jerk awake.
“Destiny Aileen Walker get your ass out here now.” I hear my father shouting. What the fuck? He should be in Russia.
I spring from the bed and pull on a robe. I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror on the way out. Shit. I look freshly fucked and completely inappropriate to see anyone, let alone my dad.
“Dad, what the hell are you doing here? I didn’t think you’d show up.” I demand as I make my way over to stand beside Ivan. I put my hand in his and stare at my father, who is very red faced.
“Don’t talk to me like that young lady. The better question is what are you doing here? With this criminal.”
“I know you didn’t bother, but my eighteenth birthday was a few days ago. Just because you didn’t come, doesn’t mean it didn’t happen.”
“That still doesn’t explain why you are shacked up with a criminal.”
“Oh my God. Spit it out. What are you talking about. Ivan isn’t a criminal.”
I notice that Ivan hasn’t said anything, but he has squeezed my hand harder. I don’t even think for a second that the man I love is a criminal.
“Ivan Dobrev is a member of the Bratva.”
“That’s not true.” I pause. “What is the Bratva?”
“It’s the Russian mafia. But you are mistaken Mr. Walker. I am not a member. My father, also called Ivan, was a member. He was murdered many years ago, along with my mother.”
“Oh Prince. I am so sorry. You must have been so young when it happened.”
Before Ivan has a chance to respond, my father drags me away from him.
“Good Lord, Destiny. You call him prince? Are you brainwashed or something? Get your things. We are leaving.”
I jerk out of his hold. “Are you kidding me? I am not going anywhere. This is where I belong.”
“Is this your rebellion? Are you trying to embarrass me?”
“Embarrass you? What are you talking about?” I demand. I am livid.
“How do you think it makes me look? My only daughter married to Russian street trash?”
“Wow Dad. That’s nice. Very ambassadorial of you. I love him, and I am not going anywhere without him.”
“You have got to be kidding, Destiny. You don’t even know him. Get your things and we don’t have to tell your mother about this indiscretion.”
“Do you hear yourself? Did you hear me? I. Am. Not. Leaving. I do not want to be this way, but you do not get to be absent for my entire life, leaving me to be raised by your mother, whose funeral you didn’t even go to, only to come back when it’s too late. I have made my decision.”
“Fine. Don’t come crying to me when this piece of shit reveals his true colors. Your mother and I will not help you.” He says calling up the elevator.
“I have already spoken to Mom. She is happy for me. You should try that sometime Dad.”
He looks at me with defeat before getting into the elevator.
“I am sorry about him, Ivan. It wouldn’t matter to me if you were in the mafia. I love you.” I say for only the second time. The first time was days ago, at the beach. He pulls me into a hug.
“I love you too, malysh.”
“Malysh? I like that.” “Baby” in Russian sounds so hot coming from his lips.
“Let’s go back to bed. Yeah?”
“Yeah. Sounds perfect.” I say leaning into him. He kisses the side of my head.
Once back in the bedroom, I wait until he is laying down. He has already taken his pants off, so I shrug the robe off of my shoulders.
“What is that look about?” He asks.
“Oh nothing.” I say. Taking his already hard cock in my hand. I stroke it a few times before taking it in my mouth.
“Fuck. That feels amazing.” He says. I love the way he is gripping my hair. He is pulling it kinda hard, but I find that I like the pain. I moan.
Pulling his cock out of my mouth, I climb up on top of him. I use my hand and guide him to my pussy and I sink down on him. My moan turns into more of a hiss. His hands grab my hips and he pulls me up and down his cock.
“Oh. God,” I cry out.
“Fuck. Your tight pussy is too much.” He rolls us over so that he on is top. He keeps his pace up.
“Fuck, Ivan. I am coming.”
“I know. Keep coming. Your little pussy is getting even tighter.” He growls in Russian as he comes.
“Sleep, malysh.” He says pulling out of me. He kisses me soundly before getting out of bed and getting dressed.
“Where are you going?” I ask, pulling the covers over me.
“I have some business to attend to. Sleep. I’ll be back shortly.”
“Okay. Love you.”
He doesn’t respond but I do hear the elevator ding.
I wonder where he is going.
The elevator dings again and my eyes pop open.
“Gryaznaya shlyukha.” Dirty whore? That can’t be right. I move to get out the bed, but something hard hits me in the side of my head. I try to fight back, but everything goes black.