Viktor
I tried to ignore Ayla’s moan when I passed their room, but my feet stopped, and I leaned against the door, my chest aching.
The bed squeaked, and she moaned louder—Alessio’s name on her lips.
Not being able to bear it any longer, I stalked away, and at the end of the hall where my room was, I slammed the door harder than needed, but the anger inside of me, the buried jealousy, was now burning.
I tugged my tie off roughly and practically ripped my shirt off as I got naked. I needed a cold fucking shower and to fuck Ayla out of my head.
But it was late, and I had an early flight tomorrow morning. No pussy for me tonight. Turning my neck left and right, I tried to release the tension there. My skin prickled with the need to hit something and fuck someone. Ride her hard and rough—fuck both of us into a coma so I could get the thought of my brother’s wife out of my head.
I got into the water and turned the water to cold, letting it seep into my bones until I was shivering and almost blue. It felt like even my teeth were shivering. After my mind started to numb with my body, I turned the water to hot.
It was painful and practically suicide but exactly what I needed.
My body started to hurt. It felt like my skin was being scratched raw, but I bore with it. The pain helped me clear my fucked-up mind.
When my body was warm enough and no longer hurting, I sagged against the shower wall and just closed my eyes.
My head was hurting like a son of a bitch, and for the first time in my life, I wanted to escape here. I wanted to escape seeing Alessio and Ayla together.
They were happy, and I really was fucking happy for them. No one deserved happiness more than these two. And they belonged together. They were one. Fated and all that shit.
Yet the small part of me that was hurting every time, I couldn’t stop it. The Devil flicking his tail and laughing on my shoulder wasn’t any help, either.
I needed some kind of relief…and I knew full well how to find it.
No pretty pussy…then my hand gotta do. It wasn’t the same, but the only substitute I got.
I needed to come, find some fucked-up kind of relief, and then sleep for a century. Yup, that plan sounded much better than me sulking after someone who was forbidden to me.
I quickly soaped up my body, and my hand drifted down my dick. I stroked myself once, twice, and my cock jerked as I put more pressure. It wasn’t enough.
I fisted my cock tight, pumping my length hard. The water continued to cascade around me, giving me the right lubrication. My hand glided around my dick easily, and I almost hissed when the pressure became worse.
I leaned my forehead against the wall, my breathing getting heavier with each second. I closed my eyes and knew who would be appearing in my fantasy.
But instead of seeing black hair and green eyes, I was surprised to see someone else.
Eyes that looked beautifully haunted and blonde hair so smooth, almost silky.
What the fuck?
My eyes snapped opened, and my hardness jerked in my fist, pre-cum covering the tip, and my balls grew tight between my legs.
I pumped my throbbing dick harder, and the ache intensified with the desperate need to come. Closing my eyes again, the vision of the beautiful nun still didn’t escape me.
I was assaulted with every image of her. It was a sudden change. From Ayla to an image of the exotic, mute nun.
Confused, I rubbed my cock harder and let my body mix with the pleasure of what my mind was conjuring.
I imagined her lying down on the bed. My hands slowly removing the ugly long dress covering her body. I would be undressing her—prepare her for every one of my sinful thoughts.
She was a nun made for sinning, and I would gladly take it.
I imagined how she would be naked, pale, beautiful, rosy as she would blush—just beautiful. When I had seen her, her body had been fully covered. Only her head was visible.
But that was the thing about imagination. You could turn it into anything you wanted.
And that was exactly what I did. In my head, I undressed her so that instead of a fucking nun, she was laid bare—ready for my cock.
The idea of her being forbidden, covered and shielded away from my gaze, made me want her more. The idea of jerking my cock off for the mute forbidden girl did strange things to my head and apparently, my dick, because it obviously fucking liked that.
Behind my closed eyes, her naked body laid in front of me, and I pushed my knees between her legs, spreading her wide for my eyes. Her pretty cunt glistened with her need, her wetness coating every inch of her labia and her pussy lips.
I imagined thrusting two fingers into her needy pussy, and she would be weeping for me, dripping with wetness, and only I would be able to satisfy her. Her face would twist in pain because of how tight she would be and then her expression—it turned into pleasure.
I wouldn’t be able to hear her moans, but the look on her face would be enough. I jerked my cock faster now. My legs shook, and I pressed against the wall.
I moved upward over her body, feasting on her pretty tits while the tip of my cock rested against her tight entrance. I drove into her pussy in one single, powerful thrust.
She screamed under me, clawing at my shoulder. After a few thrusts, her pussy milked my cock as she found her orgasm.
“Fuck. Fuck. Shit!” I swore, punching the wall. This was a bad fucking idea, but I couldn’t stop myself.
I hated to admit that I fucking loved the idea of making the mute nun sin. The Devil whispered dark promises into my eyes.
Oh, you are going to take her. And you are going to make her sin…and she is going to sin so beautifully.
One last pump, my fist as tight as a pussy could get—although it was fucking nothing to the real thing. My balls tightened as I imagined her body writhing underneath mine as I filled her up nicely with my cum.
Her cunt would be full—and she would be begging me for more.
The pressure finally released, and I came with a hiss, my head banging against the wall. My legs trembled, and I fought to hold myself up. Thick ropes of cum shoot out, coating my hands and instantly being washed off by the raining water.
I kept fisting my cock until every last drop was spent…for the beautiful blonde girl. Squeezing my eyes shut, I tried to get my breathing under control.
What a fucking mess.
But a mess that I apparently just took a liking to. Or should I say, my cock took a sudden liking to her.
I quickly washed off and walked out, drying myself and wrapping a towel around my waist. My legs dragged behind me as I made my way to the bed. Dropping on it, I removed the towel and crawled under the covers.
My eyes started to droop without any problem, fatigue finally taking over. Jerking off always did the job.
But when I closed my eyes again, all I saw was her.
“She isn’t part of the plan,” I muttered to myself. Get your head together. Don’t think with your dick, asshole.
But my thoughts did nothing to appease my sudden hunger. A hunger for a girl that wasn’t meant for me.
“She isn’t part of the game,” I said again.
I was almost drifting off to sleep and felt my lips tilting up in a smile.
Maybe she could be…it would be our little secret.
That was my last thought before sleep took over and dragged me into the darkness.
Where she was waiting for me.
***
“Are you sure you don’t want to meet Ayla one last time? She’ll be disappointed,” Alessio said when we reached the main doors.
“No. Don’t wake her up. Let Maila sleep too. I will see them—and everyone else—when I get back home again,” I muttered.
He stared at me silently and then nodded. I could almost hear his thoughts.
Will you be back home? What happens if you can’t make it—what happens if you never make it back?
The thought left me reeling because it was true. What if I never make it out alive?
But I quickly shook my head. Be optimistic, fucker. Like how you’re optimistic about getting pussies. Just like that.
Nikolay and Phoenix were standing behind Alessio, their faces impassive, hiding their true feelings. Being away from them for a year and now going back again, it was hard. I knew it would be hard, but I didn’t expect it to hurt.
These guys were my family, my brothers, and I didn’t even know if I was going to see them again.
“Ready?” Alessio said.
I took a deep breath and nodded. “As ready as I can be if I was getting fucked in the ass—without lube.”
They cracked a smile and shook their heads. Yeah, that was what I wanted to see. Alessio walked me to the car. The driver opened the door for me, but I paused.
I turned around and looked at Alessio. His fists clenched at his sides, but he nodded, giving me his permission.
Before I could get into the car, he moved forward and wrapped an arm around my neck, pulling me close.
I didn’t think; I just laid my forehead on his shoulder.
It wasn’t weakness. Fuck no. It was love for my brother.
“Promise me you will be back, Viktor,” he said quietly, only for my ears. His voice was rough, maybe even a little hoarse.
I nodded. “I promise,” I returned.
A promise made to my Boss. My king. My brother. A promise to hold and never break.
“Just come back to us safe. Everyone will be waiting for you. Believe it or not, we need you. I need you.”
His hold tightened before he slapped me on the back and stepped away. His face was emotionless again, and I straightened to my full height.
We both nodded, and with a final glace at the estate and him, I got into the car.
The drive to the airport was a blur. Hell, the plane ride was a fucking blur too. I barely remembered anything. I drifted off to sleep and then woke up again as the plane touched down.
Well, I’m back, motherfuckers. Trust me, you aren’t ready for this sexy ass.
I laughed at my own joke. We all needed a little comedy sometime, just to take the fucking stress away. My stress? It was to make sure I stayed alive long enough to protect my family.
A car was already waiting for me. I barely felt the Russian winter as I buckled up safely and warmly into the car.
The drive back to the estate was silent. Valentin knew I was coming, yet he didn’t come pick me up himself.
“Where is Valentin?” I asked Yegor.
He cleared his throat before replying. “He is out of the country. He left this morning, and I have no fucking idea why. Valentin just said it was business after he told me to welcome you back home.”
Our eyes met in the rearview mirror, and he shrugged. The driver stayed silent, not saying a word.
I leaned against my seat and wondered what business he had to take care of.
But all of that was forgotten as we got nearer to the estate.
Valentin wasn’t home.
That meant…she was alone.
My eyes widened when the blonde beauty made her way into my thoughts yet again. Well, fuck me, but did this game just become easy?
I pressed a finger to my lips, and I couldn’t help but smile.
Just fucking perfect.
All worry seeped out. In its place, anticipation leaked in. My knees bounced, and I looked outside, feeling my heart pumping faster. My blood roared in my ears as we got closer to where the silent girl stayed in all her glorious, forbidden beauty.
A nun in a tower, waiting for her Prince to save her.
But I was no Prince Charming. I was the wolf, ready to pounce.
My cock twitched in my slacks at the thought, and I mentally stroked it before patting it, like the good boy it was. It’s okay, boy. We are about to get lucky.
When the car made its final stop, I didn’t wait for the driver to open my door. I was already out and walking toward the entrance.
The door was opened, the men slightly bowing at my presence. I didn’t spare them a glance, for they didn’t deserve my attention.
My attention belonged up there—down the long hall, hidden in a room.
My steps were filled with purpose and determination as I made my way up.
Your loss, Valentin. My gain.
Since the very first time I had laid eyes on her, she had gotten me intrigued. She had made my heart still for one fucking moment, capturing all my attention.
And now that I had her all for myself, I was going to let out my wolf to play.
I was going to uncover all her secrets, the hidden ones she kept locked inside her heart. Like it or not, baby…but you just became part of this game.
Slowly, she was going to open for me, like the petals of a flower after showering it.
Just like her legs would spread open soon.
My heart continued to drum to a strange beat—faster and harder as I drew closer to her door. It was closed, shielding her away from me.
My palms were sweaty, and I glared at the shakiness of my hands. What the fuck? Was I nervous?
Hell to the No.
I stared at my hands before looking at the door again. My chest suddenly felt tight, and I scowled. Shaking my head, I tried to clear the clouds in my head.
And without a second thought, I placed my hand on the doorknob and twisted it open.