Chapter 1
She breathed in, and out. In, and out. Her voice was shaking when she said, “What are you doing?”
“It’s none of your concern, is it?” He simply replied. She placed the tray she was holding in her hands on the table in front of him, and breathed out as she set it down. Okay, he has no idea. She could finally relax a little. He only glanced at the tea for a second, trying to see whether or not she had done her job right. It had been years, of course she knew exactly how he took his tea in the afternoons.
As she walked away, clearly dismissed, he grabbed her wrist, and stared up at her with a cold glance. “And where do you think you’re going?” He asked calmly. He seemed angrier than normal, beyond how he usually was. What if he noticed her plans? What if she had somehow made a mistake and slipped?
“Oh, I didn’t think you needed me anymore.” She said in response, and stared back at him.
He shifted in his chair, and pointed towards the chair in front of him. “Sit, Aaliyah. I need to speak with you.” She visibly gulped and sat down at the chair, the soft leather pressed against her as she did. He never talked to her in his office like this. Something was clearly wrong. She needed to figure out an escape route, quickly.
“Speak to me about what?” She asked. She tried to lean back comfortably against the chair, but must’ve appeared frightened out of her mind. This was not how a woman was supposed to feel about her husband. He was the first and only relationship she’s ever had, and it was a rollercoaster in itself. Aaliyah was 28, a big and beautiful black woman that got seduced by a rich man, a CEO of a finance company. Her parents had warned her several times, telling her they were too different from each other, that their cultures were completely incompatible. He would use his wealth against her, he would cheat on her, and he would make it hurt while it counted.
But… as a young girl that received an alpha-males attention for the first time in her life, she couldn’t help but be drawn to him, to find herself falling in love with him. He showered her with presents, and she took it as a sign that he loved her in return. The trouble was… she didn’t realize how easy it would be for him to access these beautiful ornate gifts he gave her. And how he could easily give it to any other woman in his path.
She didn’t know exactly why he was so into her. She had two guesses. The first, that she was different from the other girls in his life. She was curvy and luscious, her full lips expressing just how sexy she could be if she wanted to be. It was a huge contrast to all the white skinny girls in his life, the ones that were vacant and bland, and desperate for any sign of attention he would give them. They only cared for his money, and she cared for him. And so, the more he treasured her, the more she gave into him, until one day, she found herself walking down the aisle to see him at the end of it, her fate sealed in front of her.
He was still the same after they got married. He was busier with his company, but that didn’t really bother her. She was free to do as she wished, work in the company that she loved and spend time with her family and friends. She didn’t feel lonely, and didn’t find it weird at all. Then, he became more and more burdened by their financial situation and his appearance in the newspapers, and forced her to quit her job. She was hesitant at first, but his smooth words convinced her this would be the best for her, and she complied like a good little girl. It was the first of her downfall. After that, without giving her any indication he was doing so, he told her he had purchased an island for them to live in. A secluded island that was accessible only by boat. The island itself was now her prison. She couldn’t leave it without asking him for permission. The only keys were in his possession. She was too brave and independent to tell anyone about this, and when her parents asked why she hadn’t seen them in many months, she changed the topic, faking a smile as they stared at her worryingly.
It wasn’t like the prison was terrible. They lived in a grand mansion, with ornate gold decorations everywhere she looked. None of this was her decision though, and she spent her many days reading, imagining a life that was better than this. That maybe one day she would be able to have a man that didn’t treat her like this, like his slave, someone he could do anything he wanted to, to demand anything he wanted. And if she didn’t.... she shivered as she thought of that night. That night two months ago, where he drank a little too much for her liking.
She had expressed this, and he didn’t like it very much. How dare she tell him that he was doing something wrong? What gave her the right to speak to him this way? That was when he had slapped her as hard as he possibly could. It had taken a week for the mark to heal, and she could still feel it to this day. It made her heart pump loudly every time she was in the same room as him, she couldn’t love her husband anymore. Not after this. Not after he hurt her physically like that.
That was why she had planned an escape, with one of her best friends helping her. She had sent her a message a few weeks before, finally telling her everything that had been happening. The fact that he had laid his hands on her. She was shocked to hear such news, and immediately told her she had to find a way to escape. She agreed to the plan, she never thought she would ever get herself in such a situation. They came up with a plan where she could go into town with her belongings, pretending she needed to go on a shopping trip - something he let her go on once a month. Then, she would be able to escape, and hopefully never see him again. Other than signing the divorce papers, of course.
It was the perfect plan, and really, didn’t need much planning. It was simple enough that she was sure it would work. Until just now, when he made her sit down in front of him.
His hands tapped his keyboard, prolonging the whole experience more than necessary. “Did you really think I wouldn’t notice?” He said, his voice piercing into her.
“Notice… what?” She asked innocently in response. She could still get out of this, deny everything. Run.
“I can read the messages on your phone.” He revealed. She couldn’t help but gasp. What an invasion of her privacy!
“What? Since when?” She was appalled.
“Since ever. I bought it for you, remember? Everything you own is my property. You’re my property.” He said, like it wasn’t most perverse thing in the world.
“I’m not your property, Petyr. I never was. We’re married. I didn’t sign up for this.” She would stand up for herself for once. She deserved to.
“When you signed the marriage paper, you did sign up for this. For a life with me. And life with me comes with… consequences.” He replied. “I don’t read your messages often, I don’t have time to do so. But recently… you’ve been acting suspicious. And I took it to myself to see what you were up to.”
“How could you?” The hurt in her eyes was obvious. “Is this really what you think marriage should be like?”
“It’s what our marriage is like.” He said. “The things you said about me to Kate… how hurtful.”
“Everything I said was the truth. I never want to see you again.” He lifted his hands in anger, and she flinched. He lowered it, still calculative.
“You make me lose absolute control, Aaliyah. It’s like you like toying with my feelings. Haven’t I done everything I possibly can to take care of you?” He asked.
“You hit me.” Tears were forming in her eyes, her grip on the table became so hard her knuckles were turning white.
“You deserved it.” Was all he said in response.
“No one deserves to be beaten like this. Not by their husband.” She exclaimed, her voice raising.
He had enough of this, he stood up and held onto her wrist, dragging her out of the room and into the hallway. She struggled, crying out. “What the hell are you doing?’” She gasped.
“You need a lesson about how to be a proper woman.” He gritted out.
“Let me go!” She called out. “HELP!” She cried out, though she knew no one would be able to hear her.
“Shut the fuck up.” He said, and threw her down onto the floor, which she realized was one of the guest bedrooms of the house.
“Petyr, let me go! You absolute monster!” She cried out, but he ignored her. The door clicked, indicating he somehow locked it from the outside. Since when was he able to do that? She slammed the door over and over again, screaming his name in absolute frustration. How long did he plan to lock her in here? Forever? Until she bent to his will? Or would he let her starve in here, let her die and find another wife to torment.
When she realized he wouldn’t be coming back anytime soon, she sat down on the bed, its old mattress creaking in response. She put herself in a fetal position, and cried into her knees, soaking the fabric of her pants. Maybe Kate would look for her after she didn’t show up at the arranged date. Maybe she would call the police, and they would find her here before she starved to death. It was all she could hope for, and was the last thought she had before she fell into a fitful sleep.
Chapter 2
She woke up in the middle of the night to hushed voices outside of her door. Wait, voices? How was that even possible. They weren’t expecting any guests, and it was rare for anyone to be on this island other than Petyr and herself. What was going on? Did Kate somehow contact the police, knowing that something was wrong?
The door knob turned, but didn’t open. It was still locked, after all. So it wasn’t Petyr himself, or he would’ve already opened the door by now. “Hello?” Her voice cracked, and she tried to adjust her eyes to the darkness. “Who’s there?”
There was no response, only the continual soft murmurs. Suddenly, a large metal object attached itself to the door, and it slammed against the lock. She gasped out loud. Was that… an axe? What the hell was going on? Then again, another hit against the door. This time, the axe embedded itself even more. She didn’t know if she should hide somewhere or try to help them. Were they here to kill her? Kidnap her? Or was it the cops? Trying to save her? She decided to just continue to stand there, watching to see what would happen next. They hit against the door a few more times, and finally, a large hole formed in the centre, revealing two men staring at her through it.
“Hello, you’re Aaliyah?” The first one asked.
She nodded. They didn’t look like cops. “Who are you?” Her voice shook.
“Someone you’ll get to know very well.” He grinned, and hit the hole with the axe once more. He finally had enough room to put his hands through, and he fingered the door knob, testing out its limits. “Hmm… this will be simple.” He said to his friend. He brought two pins out from his pocket, and started to play with the key hole, fidgeting it over and over.
Within seconds, the door clicked, and he simply pushed it open, his dark eyes staring at her. He was a tall man with a beard. He wore all black, making him blend in perfectly with the darkness around him. He had brilliant green eyes, which were framed by long thick eyelashes. His lips were thin, and now smirking slightly as he glanced at her. There was something eerily familiar about him, like she’d seen him before in a past life. She felt this fear though, this gut feeling that he wasn’t a good man, and that she shouldn’t trust him. It seemed like she wouldn’t be getting a choice in this matter.
She moved back onto the bed, her eyes widening at the feral look he was giving her. “What do you want?” She asked, her voice cracking.
“You.” He replied, and nodded to the man next to him. He was similar in appearance, slightly shorter than the man who was clearly his boss. He wore the same outfit, though he had a gun strapped to his back, and a smaller one attached to his waist. He grabbed her, his hands roughly pressing on her arm as he lifted her from the bed and into the hallway.
“Who are you people?” She asked again. “Where are you taking me?”
“Be quiet, or we’ll drug you like we did your husband.” The man holding her said, glaring down at her.
She gasped. “What? What did you do to Petyr? Where is he?” She may not love him anymore, but she would never want to see him injured… or killed. They ignored her, and she struggled against them for the first time. “Tell me!”
“He’s okay.” The boss said. “We didn’t kill him.” She breathed out a sigh of relief, though her heart wouldn’t stop pounding. She figured they had enough of her questions, and she let them lead her out of the house, where she spotted an unfamiliar boat sitting by the dock. How had they sneaked in like this? With all the security that Petyr had in place? It was the reason why they lived so out in the open like this, though many people seemed to love targeting CEOs and their wives for their money. She knew that was why they were here, they wanted to ransom her for a hefty sum. They seem just the type to do something so foolish.
She didn’t know it was a saving grace or just a coincidence… but she was a little glad that she was out of this prison. Though… she may be walking into another one. They put a blindfold around her, and she could no longer see where they were going. They pushed her onto the boat and she sat there silently as they worked through their cleverly crafted plan.
It felt like hours before the boat docked, its engine humming gently as it shut down. “Are we here?” She dared to ask.
The two men ignored her and got off the boat. One held onto her wrist as he pulled her onto the shore. They led her through the road into what seemed like a car, though she couldn’t be sure. One of the men lifted her up around her waist and placed her down onto it, and she listened as the car roared to life, taking her to god-knows-where.
She fell asleep then, her exhaustion completely taking over. It must’ve been 4 in the morning. The perfect time for kidnapping, it seems. When she finally woke up, the car had stopped. They were here. They grabbed her waist again and dropped her down. One of the men finally pulled the blindfold off of her, revealing her location. She was face to face with a large crumpled building, clearly in need of repair. She had no idea where she was though, it wasn’t like she got out often enough to recognize any buildings in the area. Besides, they had been travelling for hours, she could be in a completely different state at this point.
They nodded at her, indicating that she should follow them into the building. She obeyed, not really able to do anything else. She was surrounded by the boss and two men, one she assumed was the driver they met up with. They were all adorned with weapons, and she hoped they weren’t planning on using it on her. When they finally entered the building, her eyes eagerly took the space in as she tried to understand who these men were. It gave her no information. There were weapons and bullets scattered everywhere, with boxes of supplies stacked on top of each other. The building’s only light source seemed to be the broken glass windows located a few stories high, impossible for her to escape through.
The boss nodded at the two men, and they left them. She followed him into one of the rooms down a hallway from the main chamber. It was far better decorated than the rest of the space, with a long work table and old couches scattered throughout. She gulped, now may be the time where he revealed to her what her ransom would be. And where she would be telling him that Petyr didn’t even care about her anymore.
He nodded towards the couch, and she sat on it, her eyes all over the place as she studied her surroundings. “What do you want with me?” She asked.
“You’re Aliyah? Married to Petyr Dominik?” He asked again.
She glared at him. “I already told you. Yes, I am.”
“Nice to meet you.” He grinned.
“There’s no need for a ransom.” She spit out. “He’s not going to pay for it.”
“And why not?” He asked, his eyebrows raising.
“Because Petyr only cares about himself.” She replied.
He laughed out loud, the sound resonating through the room.
“Well, I know that.” He said, like he knew Petyr personally.
“No one does.” She snarked back. “He pretends like he’s the nicest man in the world in front of the press.” She narrowed her eyes. “How do you know?”
He studied her for a few seconds, reading her every expression. “All CEO big shots are like that, it was a mere guess.” She nodded, though was a little hesitant.
“Well, like I said. He won’t be coming for me. He doesn’t care about me anymore.”
“Oh?” He raised his eyebrows. Hah. She thought. Now they’ll just have to let me go. “Does that mean you’re free for the taking?” He looked at her up and down, and she shivered like he was touching her.
She wrapped her arms around herself, why didn’t she think they could hurt her? Rape her, even? She was so stupid. It was like he read her mind, he stood up from the desk, his eyes never leaving her body. She felt like he was stripping her completely naked. He took a few long strides and sat next to her, so close that their legs were touching each other’s.
“Are you scared?” He cooed, his hands wrapping around her legs assertively. She gulped, she wouldn’t let him win, wouldn’t let him get the satisfaction. She has had enough of men like him for a lifetime.
“Let me go.” She pleaded, not packing down from his glare. “No one’s going to pay you any money. The cops would be looking for me any minute now.”
He broke the eye contact between them to look for something in his pocket. He fished out something familiar to her - her phone. She looked at him in shock. “How did you get that?”
“It was in Petyr’s desk drawer.” He said. “We’ve been contacting your friend… Kate, is it?” He explained. “She now thinks you’ve decided to skip your upcoming date with her, and will be contacting her the next time you’re in town.”
She felt the tears well in her eyes. So much for that plan. But wait, Petyr would be waking up anytime now, and if they were telling her the truth, he would know what had happened. And she was certain he could be possessive enough to claim her back. Maybe the ransom would actually work. She would just have to endure this for as long as she could. He placed the phone back in his pocket while her mind raced.
He immediately went back to giving her his undivided attention, and he twirled his fingers in her hair, inhaling deeply. “You smell really good, Aaliyah.” She shivered, she hated how he said her name, like they’d known each other for ears.
“You’re a pervert.” She spat. “Let me go.”
He shook his head. “I can’t, you’re too beautiful.” He placed his mouth on hers, tasting her full lips against his. He dug his fingers deeper into her hair, pulling on it slightly as he claimed her. She struggled against him, thrashing. This was horrifying, and by far the scariest experience she’s ever been in.
“Let me go.” She said in between his incessant kissing.
“It’ll be easier for you if you try to enjoy this.” Was his response, and he moved against her, pressing her down onto the sofa as he adjusted his body. He was now in between her legs, and he stared down at her, watching her expression. It was pure hatred. She wondered if he got off on that. He seemed he was already getting off, his rock hard dick pressed against her core through his jeans was indication enough.
He ground against her now, unable to stop himself. He deepened the kiss, trying to explore more of her mouth as he did. All she could do was groan in frustration, not able to even move him an inch. He was built like he spent all of his time working out, though based on what she’s been able to gauge from this situation, it was likely he was some kind of mafia boss, one she’s heard about on the news from time to time. He was probably used to getting his way all the time.
“Your skin is so soft… so delicious.” He said. She ignored him, tilting her head to the right, into the cushions of the couch. This was a mistake. It gave him access to her neck, and he bit her, hard, on her neck. She cried out, she’s never experienced such roughness before. With Petyr, he always came inside her and left her side. He’d never made her cum, and had never tried to. This was… different. And she didn’t know if she liked it or not. Wait, what was she thinking? Of course she hated it. This man was raping her for goodness sakes!
He worked his way across her neck, making bites throughout and testing which part of her was the most sensitive. His hips seemed to have a mind of its own, and it continued to grind against her over and over, precisely where it turned her on the most. It was clear this man did this quite often, he knew exactly what he was doing.
“Baby girl… I want to fuck you so bad.” He said, and grabbed her chin to make her look at him. He glared at her for a few seconds, and grabbed the front of her shirt. Before she could protest, he ripped it off in one quick motion, the fabric falling apart around his hands. He threw the piece he was holding onto the floor, and looked down greedily at her breasts, which were exposed fully to him. She wasn’t wearing a bra. Why would she, when only her and her husband lived on the island together?
He placed his lips around her nipple, and sucked hard. She groaned out loud, digging her hands into his hair. “Mmmm…. Starting to feel it, are you?” He asked when he let her go. He did the same to the other nipple, his teeth grazing against it this time. “Your girls are so hard for me…” He commented, smiling.
“It’s because it’s cold here.” She replied, the first time she spoke in what felt like forever.
“Are you sure that’s why?” He said. “You wouldn’t want me to check the wetness of your pussy, would you?”
She glared at him. “There’s no wetness there. Not for you.”
He tsked, and instead of ripping her pants off, he pulled it down, exposing her panties and legs to the cold air. She shivered, it really was cold in the abandoned warehouse. She thought he would go for her panties next, but instead, he moved further down until his knees were on the floor next to the couch. He started at her toes, sucking the tip of it and coating her big toe in his saliva.
She almost screamed, the sensation was more than she could take. Her feet were always really ticklish… and to feel a tongue swirling around it. How could it possibly feel like this? He chuckled at her response. “My, my. You’re quite the sensitive girl. I like that.”
He mercifully left her feet alone, and travelled up her ankles, nibbling it gently as he did. He moved higher and higher, taking his time to nibble in between her legs, exploring everything except for what she really wanted. Why wasn’t he just fucking her already? That was clearly what he wanted, why was he taking so long going about it? It was driving her crazy.
He worked higher and higher, now at her knees. His fingers had moved up without her noticing, and she felt him stick his index and middle finger into her mouth. “Suck.” He commanded. There was nothing she could do other than obey. She considered biting hard on it, but she knew he would do something way worse to her if she did. It was better to comply until Petyr had the guts to call the police. If he ever decided to. Her mind had wondered, and by the time she focused on the unnamed boss again, he was already so close to her panties she could feel his hot breath against her.
It made her wiggle slightly at the sensation. It was both ticklish and erotic at the same time, and she couldn’t pinpoint exactly how she felt at the moment. All she could do was suck harder on his fingers in response. He seemed to like that, and he placed his nose in between her slit, breathing deeply. “Ah, I knew your cunt would smell delicious.” What dirty words from a dirty man. She wondered how many women he’d raped in a similar fashion. Maybe she was the second one of the day. Maybe the men were with other women just outside this door. What if she was in some kind of whorehouse?
The thoughts escaped her as he pressed in further, his face fully in her core, pressing in. She grabbed his hair tightly and gasped out in response. Why did this feel so good? Why was her cursed body betraying her right now? Why did her rapist have to be so good at what he was doing? Why couldn’t he just rape her already and be done with this?
Like he was reading her mind, he pulled her panties down finally, exposing her cunt to the cold air. He stared at it appreciatively for a few seconds before placing the fingers that weren't in her mouth on it, splitting her slit apart as he felt for her. He chuckled. “Not wet, huh?” He brought his fingers out to show her, and the gooey wet fluid dribbled down his hands onto her breasts. Before she could reply, he got up from the floor and crawled on top of her again, his hips aligned directly on hers. She hadn’t even noticed him taking his pants off, but he was now naked from the waist down, in perfect position to fuck her.
He took his fingers out of her mouth. “I can’t wait until those lips are around my dick.” He said. She didn’t have the courage to look down at it. The only penis she’s ever seen before was her husband’s, and she didn’t want to see anyone else’s. It was wrong, so wrong. He was an asshole, but she still couldn’t find the nerve to do this to him. It would be better for her if she didn’t know how big he was, anyways. He positioned himself smoothly, his dick right at her entrance. She was about to beg him again to stop when he thrusted into her, filling her up completely.
She cried out, not able to maintain her composure any longer. Did sex always feel this good? How could he possibly be this deep inside of her? Petyr had never even come close. She could feel him stretch her out completely, and could feel her walls tighten around him. This would take some getting used to. She felt completely stretched out, like she was going to break apart. “You okay, baby girl?” He commented, his eyes searching hers. “I know, I take some getting used to.”
Why did he even care that she was in pain? This was what he wanted in the first place. What an arrogant prick he was. She ignored him, her teeth biting onto her lower lips in frustration. He moved out slowly, and slammed into her again. “Is that a bit better?” It was, it didn’t feel as terrible as the last time. As painful. It was worse that she hadn’t been fucked in months, maybe even a year. She wasn’t used to something inside of her like this.
He did it again, and again. Slowly, the pain was subsiding, replaced by pure adulterated pleasure. It was like he lost control, he couldn’t wait for her to adjust anymore. It felt too good, and it felt like she was exploding. Her mind couldn’t focus on what was going on anymore, all she could do was clench around him as she moaned out loud, her will completely disappearing. “Mmmmph!” She moaned from a particularly hard thrust.
“It’s starting to feel good, huh? Your pussy is adjusting to me. You’ll never be able to be satisfied by anyone else again.” He commented. She ignored him, though she knew he was right. This was beyond anything she’s experienced before. And it was completely against her will. Why did that make it so much hotter? He grabbed her wrists and moved it above her head as he mercilessly slammed over and over. His mouth seeked hers and pressed itself against hers, claiming her entire body. Her thoughts were only of this stranger, this man that was making her feel wild and out of control. Everything around her was him. Only him.
Who knew her life could change so quickly?
“I’m going to cum.” He said breathlessly. He was starting to groan more and more from the sensation of her pussy wrapped around him, and he was going to lose control any moment now. She could tell without him even telling her. She felt a little bold and bit his lip. Her finally responding made him lose control, and he thrusted a few times before cumming inside of her, his hips moving like his life depended on it. She mewled as he did, and felt herself going over as well. His final thrusts were too hard for her not to. It felt like he was rubbing against her clit with every thrust somehow, and it drove her completely crazy. She went over the edge, crying and screaming out loud into his mouth as she did. He bit her in response, taking in her noises like he expected this to happen. When they both finally calmed down, he slipped out of her, his head popping out as she mewled one last time.
She couldn’t speak yet, and just breathed heavily on the couch as he stood up and gathered his clothes. His shirt was still on, and she wondered if he was trying to hide something from her underneath. “You should probably put something on.” He said.
“You tore my shirt off.” She replied snarkily. Somehow, she didn’t feel scared of him, despite what he had just done to her.
“Right.” He drawled. He opened the door and called out, “Shirt. Now.” And looked back at her, his eyes still staring intently.
“What now?” She asked. “I really don’t think Petyr’s going to give you the money.”
He chuckled. “What gave you the idea we’re asking for a ransom?” He said as he zipped his pants up.
“But…” She furrowed her brows. “Then why did you even kidnap me?”
He shook his head, probably wondering if he should bother explaining all of this to her or not. Instead, he placed his hand out, like he wanted to shake her hand. She glanced at him, completely bewildered. She placed her hand against his and shook it, confused. “Hello Aaliyah Dominik, nice to meet you. My name is Dimitri Dominik, I’m the Pakhan in this district, the head of the family as you call it.”
Chapter 3
She woke up incredibly confused and dazed. No, this wasn’t her usual bed. The thoughts came rushing back, the memories of the past couple of day’s. First, Petyr’s harsh words, him locking her up. Then the horrifying kidnapping… and Dimitri. She could almost laugh at how stupid she was to not see it earlier. It wasn’t like Petyr talked about his estranged brother very often, but their voice, the little smirk he gave her, it was exactly like Petyr’s. This wasn’t just a normal kidnapping, no. It was a targeted one, particularly for her. He didn’t specify what he wanted with her or what his plan was, he simply showed her the bed she would be sleeping down and closed the door on her. She had exchanged a prison for another, a Dominik brother for another. Well, at least one was able to make her cum.
Now, she stirred in her sheets, rubbing her eyes and wondered what time it was. None of it mattered anymore. She had no idea what day it was, how long she had been lying there, only that once in a while, someone would bring her some warm food. Although she felt like a prisoner, the food was really delicious, and she gobbled it down, wondering if she could ask for a book or two to keep her company. On what felt like the second day, Dimitri appeared, standing at the doorway and staring at her. “Did you miss my company?” He asked, grinning ear to ear maliciously.
She scoffed, though again - that weird feeling, the fact that she wasn’t scared of him. She just wanted him to do whatever he did last time to her again. “Not at all, I’m perfectly content with staying here forever.” She replied.
He laughed. “I love the fire in you.” He commented, and sat across the bed from here. “I apologize for my absence, I’ve been busy with… work.”
She narrowed her eyes at him. “What do you mean work? What does being a Pakhan mean?”
“It means I’m the head of the family, decided by my brothers.” She looked at him, confused. “No, not my real brother.”
“Does that mean you kill people?” She gulped.
“Not unless they deserve to be killed.” He said honestly. The fact that he was revealing all this to her meant she probably wasn’t going to be getting out of here alive.
“What… how…?” She began, and he seemed to be able to read her mind.
“How did I end up in this kind of situation?” He asked. “I don’t think your fragile mind will be able to handle it.” He was so condescending. She was usually a kind person, but she really wanted to punch him in the face.
“Well, then why did you kidnap me? If it wasn’t for a ransom.”
“I’m sure you heard about my relationship with my brother, though I know he doesn’t like to talk about me.” He started. “I don’t like to think about him much, either.” She nodded. “But when the opportunity came up for me to take my revenge… I couldn’t help myself. I had to take you for myself.”
“What did he do to you?” She asked in a hushed whisper, like Petyr could somehow hear them.
“Like I said, I don’t think you’ll be able to handle it.” Why was he being like this? It was driving her crazy. He seemed to be able to read her frustration, and changed the topic by pushing her down onto the bed with a simple push of his hands against her chest. She toppled onto the bed, confused.
“Wha--” She started.
“I want to take you again. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you, Aaliyah.” He groaned out, like it was painful for him to say. “I need to feel myself inside of you again.”
She nodded, like this wasn’t the craziest thing in the world. The truth was, she wanted to feel him again, too. “Okay.”
He raised his eyebrows, she had shocked him for the first time. “Excuse me?” He asked, like she was the wild one here.
“I said okay.” She replied. “Does that ruin it for you? Did you need to be able to rape someone for you to get hard?” She asked bashfully.
“I… I’ve never raped anyone before.” He admitted.
She was the one that was shocked this time, she had assumed this was what he did to women all the time. “Why me?” Her voice shook.
“Because I needed to take my revenge. To do the same thing he did to me all those years ago.” He said. The realization set in, and all she could do was stare back at the sadness in his eyes. Her husband, her dear husband that hit her a few weeks ago, he had raped someone Dimitri had loved. And he had planned to do the exact same to her. If only she knew earlier.
“Is that why he moved us to an island right after we got married? To escape from you?” She asked quietly.
He thought about it for a few seconds. “Maybe. I don’t know how he thinks. If I knew, I would’ve have ever let him touch her like that.”
“Two wrongs don’t make a right.” She said.
“I… the hatred has escalated over the years.” He shook his head, realizing he didn’t owe her an explanation. She cursed, she thought she had finally gotten to him. He distracted her again by leaning her body over her. He placed his mouth on hers again, and this time, she responded immediately, placing her lips incessantly against his. He moaned out, loving her reaction, her neediness.
He had distracted her again, enough that when she realized he had begun to tie her wrists to the corner of the bed, it had been too late. “What are you doing?” She asked, looking down at him.
“I’m tying you up.” He said matter-of-factly.
“I’m going to let you fuck me, why do you need to do that?” She asked, she was scared. What if he just left her here? Left her to rot?
“Have you never had kinky sex?” He asked, scoffing at her.
“Your brother never touches me anymore.” He leaned into her with feline grace, his eyes searing into hers.
“Excuse me? He doesn’t touch a body like this?” His hand sweeped down on her, feeling all of her curves, feeling how they melted under his touch.
“I guess he’s not interested anymore.” She shrugged.
“Oh baby, you must be so horny all the time. Daddy will fix that for you.” He winked.
She gasped. “What did you just call yourself?” She shivered, why did that sound so good in her ears?
“Don’t worry, you’ll be screaming it out loud in minutes.” He finished tying her wrists up as a promise, and looked down at her, studying her. Before she could protest any more, he lifted her shirt above her head, leaving it at her eyes, covering them completely.
“I love when a woman is under me, completely succumbing to my will.” He grunted out.
She closed her eyes under the makeshift blindfold… this would make it so much worse, all the sensations heightened from the lack of sight. She also wouldn’t know where he would be touching her next. Oh god, what was he planning on doing to her?
He bit her neck again, sucking it hard. “My love bites from last time are disappearing, I have to make more.” He explained, grinning into her skin. She moved underneath him, fidgeting and not making it easy on him. He growled at that, knowing she was doing it on purpose. “Move one more time and I’ll spank you.”
“Excuse me?” She asked breathlessly.
“You heard me. Naughty girls deserve spanks.” He explained.
“I wonder what your mother would think of that dirty tongue of yours.” She said.
“Well, she might be rolling in her grave right now.” She felt a little saddened, she probably shouldn’t have mentioned it, knowing that both of his parents were in fact dead, a long forgotten memory it seemed.
His lips expertly grazed her, moving lower. Lower, lower, lower. But not far enough for her liking. He licked her breasts, exploring the curves of them as he grinned down at how hard they were for him. He licked once, twice, experimenting with her sensitivity. She pushed them into his face, begging silently for more. He would forgive her for moving this time. How could he not when she was so desperate for him? He complied to her wishes, and sucked harder at her tits. He was doing a good job with getting as much as possible into his mouth, but it was still not enough. God, he loved her tits. She could tell just by the way he was playing with them. It made her feel powerful as a woman, like her body deserved to be worshiped like this. She felt herself get wet just thinking about it. She has had enough though, he continued to tease her, continued to lick and suck her in everywhere except where she wanted it. How did this man get such patience? He placed his hands finally against her core, feeling it. Finally. She thought.
He flicked her clit against her pants and panties, grinning as she moaned out loud, grinding into him uncontrollably. “Lose control for me.” He hissed.
She ignored him, but continued to grind into his fingers. He stopped, and pulled her pants and panties down, ones that were supplied to her the few times that someone had brought her food. He loved how wet she was, and slipped his fingers into her to feel it. He hissed, and brought his fingers up to her mouth again. “Taste it, taste how wet you are for me.” She obeyed and sucked, hard. The sensation made him moan out loud uncontrollably. “Mmmmph….” It was salty in her mouth, and she loved it just the same. She’s never actually tasted herself before, but it was the taste of raw pleasure, of need. The smell of it was already obvious throughout the room. She loved it.
He removed his fingers from her mouth and continued his incessant torture, moving lower and lower to her core but never actually reaching it. “Dimitri….” She moaned.
“Yes?” He asked innocently.
“Why are you teasing me so much?” She asked, clearly frustrated. She wanted him to know what he was doing to her.
“Because it’s fun. I love how much you need me. How desperate you are, despite how innocent you like to seem.” He explained.
“It’s mean.” Was all she could say in response. She couldn’t speak properly with him all over her like this.
“I know it’s mean.” He said, but was kind enough to finally reach her cunt, sniffing deeply again. He placed his tongue on her clit, and she tried to move her fingers forwards, to touch him, but she wasn’t able to. She was still tied to the bed. Gods, this was incredibly frustrating. He flicked it a few times, licking her entire clit smoothly. She cried his name out a few times, unable to take all of the abuse his tongue was giving her.
She rocked against him over and over, giving herself a rhythm to make her let go. “What are you doing?” He said, stopping as he looked up at her, his beard completely soaked from her juices.
She blushed furiously. “Nothing.”
“I think you’re trying to get off on my mouth, without me giving you permission to.”
She gasped out loud. “Why do you need to give me permission?”
“Because I’m your daddy, of course.”
“I never agreed to that.” She responded.
“Are you talking back to me?” He said, one eyebrow raised.
“What if I am? What are you going to do about it?”
He glared at her angrily, and flipped her whole body around, slamming her stomach against the soft blanket. “Ah!” She screamed, and he ignored her. He manipulated her to his will, bending her knees to make her ass fully accessible for him. Her cunt was spread wide open, and he could see every detail. It was delicious.
“What are you doing?” She asked, a little scared.
“You asked for this. You talked back to me.” He explained calmly. He hit her then, hard. She cried out, she wasn’t expecting this at all. She almost started to cry, of course he would be the same as his cruel cruel brother. Before she could though, he hit her again. But this time… here was something different about it. It came with more pleasure than pain, like her lust was making the pain itself something completely different, foreign to her. Was it supposed to feel like this?
“You’ve never been spanked before, have you?” He asked coolly. She shook her head. “I can tell you’re enjoying this, though I know you’d neve admit it.” He hit her again. “I wonder how many times I’ll have to do this before you’ve had enough.”
“Stop.” She said, the only word she could get out.
“You seem to be still under the impression that you’re in charge here.” He said, as he ground his dick hard against her body. She couldn’t help but grind back against him in response. Her body was fully betraying her now.
He started to do something different. In between every spank, he would place his fingers against her wetness, pushing in deep before taking it back out again. It was another teasing move, she knew, but she couldn’t stop herself from needing it just the same. Once in a while, he would circle his thumb expertly around her clit as he did it. By the 20th spank, she felt so horny she almost wanted to beg him to stop. Or keep going. One or the other.
“Beg.” He said, reading her mind once more. She just gave him a frustrated mewl in response. “Come on, it won’t stop until you beg for it.”
“Beg for what?” She asked, the sounds barely able to get out.
“For me to let you cum.” He said.
“Please, Dimitri.” She said without a second thought. Who the fuck cared anymore about her pride, when she was clearly this horny for him? “Please, let me cum.” She begged.
“Good girl.” He said, and complied. He shoved his tongue inside of her cunt, tasting her juices, lapping it up like a dog. He kept going, in and out. In and out, he was fucking her with his tongue, and she was all for it. He started to circle her clit again, over and over. All of this teasing made her so close to the edge, her lips and cunt were so swollen, so out of control. Her body rose. Higher, higher, higher. And she broke apart underneath him, her body shaking out of control as she cried out beneath his touch. Her juices squirted out onto the bed, soaking him and it completely. “Oh my fucking god.” He said, surprised. “You fucking whore.” He grinned, though she wasn’t able to see it with her shirt still covering her eyes.
She thought he would be flipping her back over again, but he didn’t. Before she could even calm down from her enormous orgasm, he slammed his dick fully inside of her.
There were no words to describe it.
No. Words.
Even when she told Kate about all of this, if she was finally able to see her again, she wouldn’t be able to explain how that felt. Her whole body clenched around his dick, squeezing him so hard he buckled a little. The orgasm was still riding hard, and felt like it had continued forever. He moved now, not letting her adjust to him this time. He rocked against her over and over, his hands clawing at her back to get her in proper position.
She didn’t care about his command to stay still anymore. All she could do was rock back in response, her animal instincts completely taking over at this point. He appreciated it, and fucked her harder, faster, hitting her with all his might. She couldn’t speak, couldn’t think, couldn’t remember her name. All she could do was take his pounding, and hope it didn’t destroy her in the process.
He leaned forwards when he felt her tightening, an indication of her going over the edge again. He placed his fingers around her body, feeling for her clit. He rubbed against it, and whispered. “Cum for me, baby girl.” She did, her body losing control underneath him like he commanded it. Like it would do anything to please him. She clenched around him and cried his name out, milking him over and over again as she pulsed.
“Good girl.” He said, and proceeded to pump her full of cum, his hips taking complete control of his body. The feeling of his final thrusts while she was cumming made her feel like she was cumming again, and she clenched against him before letting go, all her muscles failing her.
He slipped out of her, falling onto the bed as he breathed loudly. “You’re going to be the death of me.” He said. Did she imagine those words? What did he mean? Could it be… that she was having the same effect on him that he did on her?
“Dimitri…” She said, still struggling against her bonds. It was good that it didn’t hurt when he flipped her over like that. But with his calculative mind, he probably already thought through all this. He glanced up at her, and untied the ropes, letting her wrists come free. She fingered it, it was sore, but not painful.
She had expected him to leave immediately, and maybe come back for her after a few days again. He didn’t though, and he looked up at the ceiling, lost in thought.
She leaned over him, her eyes widened slightly as her hair fell around her, almost onto his face. She was covering the light, and she could see her shadow on him as she looked down. “Are you okay?” She asked.
He nodded. “Shh…” He said. He finally got up, sitting on the bed on top of the mess that they had made. He pulled the sheets up, and lied down properly this time. What the hell could he be planning? She laid down next to him awkwardly, turning to face him, her eyes searching for his. “I need some rest.” He said, and the weight of the world seemed to be apparent on his face, the wrinkles even deeper than usual. He closed his eyes, and fell asleep right in front of her. It was weird at first, with him laying next to her right now, a complete stranger that could kill her anytime he wished. When she finally couldn’t stay up anymore from the exhaustion, she closed her eyes, and his heavy breathing lulled her to sleep.
Chapter 4
The next morning, she woke up to see him staring at her, his green eyes dark as he studied her. She yawned, and turned on her back so she wouldn’t have to take more of that gaze. “You’re so pretty when you’re sleeping.” He commented. God, what a weird man.
“You’re so confusing.” She said honestly.
“Why?” There was amusement in his voice as he asked.
“You’re all intense and ‘call me daddy’ one second, and then you give me these compliments the next.”
“That’s because I just do whatever I wish at all times. Clearly, it’s brought me pretty far in life.”
She turned to face him again, the conversation getting interesting. She was starkly aware that she was still completely naked, though. “Why did you choose this path? So different from your brother’s...”
He didn’t look back at her when he replied, “he forced me into it.”
“Why?”
“It’s a long story, Aaliyah.” Was his response.
“I have time. I’m currently in the middle of a kidnapping, after all.” She said smartly.
He chuckled at that, and maybe finally decided to tell her. “After he raped my ex-wife, I lost control. I didn’t know who I was anymore, who I could trust. It was my complete downfall, and maybe something he had planned all along. You can tell yourself how much of a calculative bastard he is. I’m the same, really. But I’d like to think I’m better than him.
I lost everything after that. All of my wealth, all of my standings. They called me a wolf. And then to satisfy them, I became one. I joined the mafia, a criminal life that seemed to be forced onto me. Because I had the mind of a businessman, I was able to help out… a lot. And after two decades of this, I became the father of the family. The Pakhan, leader of the Russian Mafia. I don’t know how it happened, but it did. And it was all based on that one moment of betrayal from two people I trusted with everything.”
“I… I don’t know what to say.” She replied.
“Don’t say anything. I don’t need your pity.” He said, and continued, “The hate, it grew, and grew, and became something I thought about before I fell asleep every night. It came to a point where I realized unless I did the same thing to him, I would never be okay.” She nodded. “He hid himself from me though, that fucking coward. He knew I would be after him, knew I made many men under my rule. He hid himself from me, scared of what I could do to him.” He explained. “Hence… the island.”
“If only I knew all of this…” She commented. “I would never have married him.”
“I thought I would feel relief after I did the same to you. But all I felt was hatred for myself, for the man that he made me become from all of this. I became my brother.” She raised her hand to touch him, but lowered it. He may not like that kind of gentle touching…
“You’re nothing like your brother.” She said confidently, like she knew him his whole life.
“Oh?” He said, finally looking back at her, his eyes coming back from its glazed expression, deep in the past.
“You’re not.”
“I raped you, Aaliyah.” He said, like she wasn’t there.
“You… you were forced into it.”
“Are you really trying to make me feel better right now? After what I did to you?”
“I don’t know. I think I’m crazy, but I speak my mind, just like you do. And you’re really nothing like him, despite what you like to think.”
“How am I nothing like him?” He asked, needing this from her.
“I told you this before, but he’s not a good man. He controlled me, he didn’t let me see my friends and family. Three weeks ago, he slapped me. So hard that it left a mark on me for a week. He didn’t even apologize.”
Dimitri cursed. He would never lay a hand on a woman. Well, not in that way.
“And when I plotted with my friend Kate to escape from him, he locked me inside the room. I don’t know what he planned on doing next. He found out because he was reading all my text messages. I was miserable.”
He chuckled. “It seemed like I came at the perfect time, then.”
Her eyes widened. “You knew nothing about this?”
He shook his head. “No, it was just around the time I found out you were both living on the island, and had finally mustered the courage to face my brother.” He leaned back, breathing deeply. “I want to kill him, you know? For hurting so many people.”
She nodded “I want to kill him, too.”
“He’s a complete psychopath, though I can’t blame him for the trauma that my dad caused us.” He said. ‘Though that's a story for another day.”
“It’s okay. I know the basics… he told me when we were still in love with each other.”
“Ah, so you were in love at one point. Not anymore?” He asked, his voice deep.
“No. How could I? After he laid a hand on me?” She replied confidently.
“Does that mean you can never forgive me, either?” He voiced it like a joke, but there was a lot of sadness in his voice, enough for her to know he was seriously asking.
“I’ll think about it.” She laughed, for the first time in what felt like years.
“Aaliyah… you’re killing me.” He commented.
“You say that like you don’t have the same effect on me.”
“Do I?” He smirked. And leaned forwards, his eyes deadpanned on hers. “Ready for another round?” He asked, like she even had a choice.
“Always.” She smirked in return, the heat rushing back to her bones like fire.
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The days flew by quickly, and her days were filled with a haze of sex, with Dimitri demonstrating exactly how good he was in bed. He showed her everything he knew, and made her bend to his will, and she loved to satisfy him, see him break for her. Slowly, he began to trust her more and more, and he let her explore the facility, letting her get to know the men that were under his rule.
He was nice to them, though had to constantly demonstrate power for them to bend to his will, to trust him as their leader. It seemed business was running as usual, and Dimitri seemed carefree most of the time as they fucked and talked then slept together almost every night. She was so used to his company now that she was sure she would feel lost if he ever left her side.
Soon, he was letting her go outside. They walked together down beaches, and he bought her everything she wanted, even insisting on getting her more than she asked. She felt spoilt and desired, everything she’s ever wanted.
Even with all of this, with all he provided her, she felt sadness deep inside. Though she was able to go out more often, she still felt trapped, like she was locked in a cell, unable to escape. It was a pretty cell, and she was cared for, but she had her freedom taken from her, and she didn’t like that very much. Another thought kept popping into her head from time to time, especially on days where she didn’t see Dimitri. Where was her husband? Did Dimitri really kill him and hid it from her? Where was her family? Her friends? Why wasn’t anyone trying to find her? It was all really weird… and she didn’t have the courage to ask Dimitri. It wasn’t that he wouldn’t tell her the truth if she asked. It was the fact that she was too scared of the truth.
It was a few months later when she puked at the corner of the room, losing control of her body. It was a few days after that when she told Dimitri about it, voicing her fears. Her period was late, and she was experiencing morning sickness almost every day.
He cursed, he felt like a complete idiot… the fact that he never thought about this, never thought about whether or not she had protection. She glanced at him shyly, wondering if he would force her to give the baby up. He didn’t give her any indication of his thoughts, though he did rub his hands on her belly, his mind clearly racing as he did.
The next day, a doctor he hired came to see her, and confirmed what they had thought. She was pregnant, for the first time in her life.
“I didn’t think this could ever happen.” She said to Dimitri, after the doctor left.
“Why?” He wondered.
“Because Petyr and I tried for years, and I figured there was something wrong with me. He wouldn’t get tested, of course. It would hurt his male pride too much. It’s clear it was his problem now, not mine.”
He nodded. “Makes sense.” He leaned into her, his forehead against her back. “What are we going to do about this?” He asked gently.
“I… I don’t know.” Her heart was pumping faster than usual. “Are you happy about it?”
“I am.” He revealed. “I really am. But we have to give it up, for its sake, and yours.”
“Why?” This was not what she had expected at all, she almost moved away from him in horror.
“I have a lot of enemies. People who want to hurt me. To hurt the people I care about. And now… more and more people are hearing rumours about a beautiful woman I have taken under my wing, and I know they’re coming for you.” He said.
She turned around and grabbed his cheeks, forcing him to look at her. “I’m not scared.”
“You should be. They’re not going to be like me. They’ll rape you, harm you, kill you.” He said. “Just to hurt me.” He gulped. “And if they found out about a child… it would be all over.”
“Giving it up would let them win. That’s what they want, for you to be miserable.”
“I don’t want to care again, to feel all those emotions all those years ago when my life fell apart.”
“Just because it happened to you once, doesn’t mean it’s going to happen again.”
“It will. You’ll run away, or you’ll be killed. Petyr will come back to claim you. Something’s going to happen. I don’t deserve happiness.”
She scoffed at him. “Everyone deserves happiness.”
“Aaliyah…”
“Don’t Aaliyah me. I’m keeping the child. All I needed to know was that you were happy and that you would care for it. That’s all. I got that from you, and I’m keeping it.” He would be the boss in all things in her life, but this was her choice.
He nodded, giving in to her will. “Okay. Whatever you say, my queen.”
She laughed at that, and for the first time, they fell asleep together without fucking, both of them too lost in their own thoughts to want to do anything else.
Chapter 5
A gunshot. And then another. Aaliyah pulled the sheets against her chest, her eyes widening as she was forced awake. “Aaliyah, baby. Wake up.” Dimitri was saying, but it was muted against the ringing in her ears.
“What’s going on?” She asked sleepily, rubbing her eyes as she adjusted to the light.
“We’re under attack.” He said calmly.
“What?” He leaned against the door, listening. When he was sure there was no one close by, he pulled it open.
“Stay here.” Was all he said before he closed the door on her. Yeah right she was going to listen to him. She put on a robe on top of her clothes and stepped out after him. “What did I just say?!” He hissed.
“I can’t just stay in there and do nothing!” She cried out in response. His anger was interrupted by one of his men, which she recognized from her months of staying there. It was his second in command, someone Dimitri trusted with his life.
“What’s going on?” Dimitri asked, his brow furrowed.
“We’ve been betrayed.” Dimitri cursed in Russian, but continued listening. “By Alex. He’s been spying for Pavlov’s group for months. They’ve been paying him well for information about you.”
“Fucking....” Dimitri was beyond furious. “I trusted him. I knew his father before the heart attack.”
“How do you know this?” Aaliyah asked, curious.
“He told me before he shot two of our men.”
Dimitri’s eyes widened, and sadness washed over his face. “Who?”
“Ivan and Christian.”
“I’m going to hunt him down and kill him. I’m going to rip his limbs piece by piece and throw it by his father’s grave.”
“No you’re not.” A voice said, stepping into the light that was still illuminated from Aaliyah’s room.
“Alex.” Aaliyah said, her voice shaking.
“Why did you do this?” Dimitri asked, his voice shaking slightly as well. It was one of the things that he couldn’t take… being betrayed by someone he cared deeply about.
“Because I was sick and tired of you falling for this whore. You haven’t been doing your job properly for months, and I’ve been losing money every day because you can’t keep your dick in your pants.”
“Why didn’t you just tell me?” Dimitri asked. “I could’ve paid you more.”
Alex laughed a dark laugh, and aimed his gun right against Aaliyah’s chest. “It’s too late now. I’m sure you regret everything you’ve done to us over the past few months.”
“Don’t do this.” Dimitri pleaded, losing his calm demeanor for the first time. “Don’t hurt her, take me instead.”
“I’ve been working for you for years, Pakhan. I know how your mind works. I know every order you make before you even make it. I can see your love for this whore, and it would hurt you so much more if I hurt her, instead.”
Aaliyah couldn’t help but look up at Dimitri, wondering if Alex was right. Did he really love her? He gave no indication that the words shook him though, and he only glared at Alex more. “Let her go. I’ll give you everything you want.” He said.
“I’ll let Pavlov decide on what he wants to do with you. He’s my new boss now, you see.” He walked towards them, and grabbed onto Aaliyah as she struggled. It reminded her of all those months ago, when Petyr had grabbed her the exact same way. “We’re going.” He said, and pulled her along, his gun now pressed against her temple. It was cool to the touch, and her heart was beating wildly. He only had to pull the trigger to end her life, to end her unborn child’s life. She wondered if he knew. He couldn’t have, Dimitri had just discovered himself just that day.
He dragged her along, and forced her onto the back of the van, closing it shut on her to stop her screaming. She banged against the side of the van, calling out for Dimitri over and over again. This was horrifying. He had just told her earlier the rival gangs wouldn’t go easy on her, that they would torture her until she gave up her will to life. And here they were, right on schedule. She didn’t care about her life anymore, it wasn’t the most important to her. She wanted her baby to live on, to be an expression of the passion Dimitri and herself had all these months. The love they had clearly shared between them. And now, she would never be able to tell him. To tell him how much she loved him, despite all the pain in his heart.
She was still banging against the van when Alex slid the window open, commanding her to shut up. “No!” She yelled. “Let me go!”
“Shut up or we’ll make you.” He said, and slammed the window back on her face. She didn’t want him to hurt the baby, so she quieted down, leaning against the van in absolute defeat. Why did this keep happening to her?
Suddenly, something hard slammed against the van. It shook, and she had to hold onto the side of it to keep her teeth from rattling. “What the?” She asked, but the van was hit again, and she could hear Alex and the driver cry out angrily.
“That fucking asshole!” Alex said, and she could see his head poke out the window. What was going on? Did Dimitri somehow chase them on his motorcycle? She grinned, she knew she could count on him.
Her grin was wiped off her face as they were hit again, and she heard gunshots now. What if they got him? If Dimitri was somehow hurt while trying to save her… she couldn’t fathom it. It would completely destroy her. She breathed a sigh of relief when she heard gunshots firing back at them, though it was from the other side of the van. Did Dimitri bring his men with him? She was glad not all of them were hurt from Alex’s betrayal.
She was about to look through the window as she gathered her footing when she heard Alex cry out. “Fucking Christ!” The driver was shot by one of Dimitri’s men, and he slumped forwards in his seat, unconscious. Alex tried to grab the steering wheel to control the car, but it was too late, they were driving directly into a ditch, and hit the side of the railing before flipping over. The large van rolled over and over, falling down through the hillside they were driving by. The creaked as it tilted over running water, and slumped back. Aaliyah was half conscious through all this. Her body banged over and over against the back of the van. She wasn’t strapped in properly, and had no control over her body at this point. Thankfully, there was nothing else other than her in the back, and she didn’t hit anything as she rotated over and over, hitting the sides.
When they had finally stopped, she lost complete consciousness. She wasn’t sure what she banged her head against, but she was sore all over, and the last thought she had before she fainted was whether or not Dimitri was okay.
She didn’t know how long it had been before she was roused awake, and she stared at the ditch in front of her, the door of the van completely open. “Huh?” She asked, confused. Her body felt sore… so incredibly sore. Her head was pulsing, and she was sure she was bleeding somewhere.
A familiar face looked down at her. “Are you okay?” He asked. It was Dimitri.
She smiled at him. “I’m okay now that I know you are.” She replied.
“Oh, you foolish girl.” He wrapped her around his arms, and she breathed in deeply, taking in his smell.
“Thank you for coming after me.” She said.
He looked at her, appalled. “Are you kidding me? I’m the one who caused you all this in the first place! I’m so, so sorry baby. I never wanted to do this to you. I knew this would happen…”
“Dimitri. I love you.” She said.
He looked into her eyes, searching for the truth behind her words. Finally, he nodded. “I love you, too.” They were interrupted by a gunshot. Dimitri looked down onto his leg, and he collapsed onto the floor, his arms still holding on her’s in the van. She screamed, and crawled to look at him.
“Baby! Baby are you okay?” She screamed over and over.
He groaned and pushed himself up, staring at where the gunshot had come from. It was Alex. He had crawled from the passenger seat, his eyes darker than she’s ever seen on another person. “You think you have it so easy, huh?” He cried out. “You think you’re just going to end up happily ever after with the girl of your dreams?! I hate to break it to you, but people like us don’t get a happy ending, Dimitri.” He said, every word coming out like it hurt him to say it.
Dimitri clearly had enough of this. He looked down at his bleeding leg, which had a bullet embedded deep inside. “You were always a bad aim.” He commented, and he pounced on top of him. He had pulled a knife out of his belt, and aimed it towards Alex’s throat.
Alex was fast though, he was lighter than Dimitri, and he rolled over, avoiding his attack. It was a battle of wills now, two men that were clearly injured, both fighting for their lives. Aaliyah couldn’t even look, she was so scared… so scared that she would lose the love of her life. She had to do something though, so she mustered up the courage to get off of the van, crawling against it like her life depended on it. Her head was pulsing, and when she touched it, blood soaked against her fingers, dripping down onto the mossy rocks. She searched, looking for any sort of weapon she could use to help Dimitri.
She ended up grabbing a heavy rock, and stared at the two men as she tried to figure out how to somehow hit Alex and not hurt her lover. The two men were no longer paying attention to her. They rolled around on top of each other, and Dimitri had his hands around Alex’s neck, gripping tightly on it. Alex responded by kicking him in the leg, the one that had received the gun shot. Dimitri cried out, and his grip loosened slightly, enough for Alex to push him away, grunting.
This would be the best shot she had. She approached him from behind, and slammed the heavy rock against his head. Alex barely had the time to comprehend it before his head was bashed open, and he fell onto the ground, dead at her feet.
Aaliyah loosen a breath of relief, but tears streamed down her face as she realized what she had done. She had killed a man, loosened her anger on him and destroyed him just like that. He had definitely deserved it… but it was still horrifying. She shook like crazy, she shook so hard that her legs gave out, and she collapsed onto the floor. She stared at Dimitri, her eyes shutting from exhaustion. “Are you okay?” She asked again.
He couldn’t respond though. He was no longer conscious from the clear blood loss. “Baby…” She was sure that they would both die there, so close to each other that they could almost touch… that was all she needed. One touch. She crawled, her arm scraping against the rocks as she did. She didn’t care though, not now. When she finally reached him, she looked down at his eyes, and wished she could see his green eyes one more time.
She pressed her lips on him firmly before collapsing onto him, her body finally giving out.
Chapter 6
Drip, drip, drip.
She blinked a few times, the light around her blinding her slightly.
Drip, drip, drip.
Where was she? What was going on?
Drip, drip, drip.
She finally opened her eyes, and studied her surroundings. It was a hospital room, a small quaint room with the curtains drawn, though light was still filtering through. She held onto the sides of the bed, and lifted herself up.
“Don’t.” Kate said, and placed her hand on hers. Wait, Kate?
“Kate?” She said, groaning. “What are you doing here?” She asked.
“Of course I’m here. I get a phone call that my friend’s at the hospital and I don’t immediately drop everything to come and see her?” She said.
“I… what happened?” She asked.
“You tell me. You send me a message that you want to hang out another time, and then disappear off the face of the earth.” Her grip on Aaliyah tightened. “Did Petyr find out? Tell me. Did he hurt you?”
Aaliyah shook her head. “I’ll explain everything… but first, where’s Dimitri?” She was almost too scared to ask.
“Who’s Dimitri?” Kate asked.
Aaliyah stared at her frantically. Were they not able to get to him in time? What if he was… she was about to ask Kate to call the hospital staff when she heard the sound of crutches hitting against the hospital floor.
“Aaliyah?” A familiar voice said. She sat up, and stared at him, her eyes shining as she took all of him in.
“Dimitri?” She replied. “Oh, thank god you’re okay.” Tears ran down her face from relief.
Kate stared at her, and then back at Dimitri. “I guess I’ll leave the two of you alone.” She said. She kissed Aaliyah on the cheek and whispered. “You better tell me everything when I come back.” And headed out the door, waving goodbye.
“What happened?” Aaliyah asked again.
“My men knew where we were, they were watching from the top of the hill. They called the ambulance just in time. I lost a lot of blood.. You did, too.” He commented.
She felt for the bandages around her head, and nodded. “I guess I did.”
He limped forwards on his crutches, and sat on the bed. His fingers reached out to pet her slowly, and she almost purred from his touch. “You were so brave baby girl….” He cooed. “So much braver than me.”
“You’re the brave one.” She replied. “You were the one that saved me.”
“Actually, no.” He said. “I’m sure you remember the rock…”
Her eyes shut tight. “I killed someone. I can’t believe I did that.”
“He deserved it, you know that.”
“Still. I… I did something horrible.” She placed her hands on her face, wanting to shield herself from the rest of the world. He took her hand from her and kissed it gently.
“You saved me, and I owe you everything.”
“Dimitri…”
“I need to tell you something.” He said, his eyes darkening slightly.
“Yes?” She asked, her head tilted to the side.
“There’s news about Petyr... I promise I just found out.” He started.
“What news?”
“He’s… dead.” He said, gauging for her reaction.
She leaned back against the bed, and stared up at the ceiling. She felt nothing. Maybe she was dead inside from everything that had happened to her this past year. Maybe she wasn’t capable of feeling anything anymore, especially for the man that she was still technically married to.
“How?” She asked calmly.
“The drugs we gave him interacted with the ones he had taken. It seemed he was already high, and it was too much for him. His body broke apart.” He petted her more. “I promise I didn’t know. I would never want to kill my own brother, despite how much I hated him.”
“I believe you.” Was all she said in response. She had been wondering why he didn’t try to contact her, to claim her back to him. This explained everything, and explained why his behaviour had been becoming worse and worse every day. He was hiding his drug use from her.
“There’s another thing…” He started.
She glanced at him. “What else? What more could possibly happen?”
“The baby.” She sat up. She hadn’t thought about it. She thought the damage was only on her head… but what if it couldn’t survive the trauma of the incident? She had just discovered its existence, after all.
“What about it?” Her eyes were wide in shock.
It was the perfect timing, a doctor knocked on the door, and cleared his throat. “Mrs. Dominik, do you have a second?”
She nodded, and he walked in, looking at Dimitri. “He can stay, it's okay.” She said calmly. It had been a while since she saw someone from the real world, away from all this mafia business.
“We have news about the fetus.” He started. “There was a lot of blood loss, and when we did the ultrasound while you were unconscious, we feared the worse.”
“Just tell me.” Her voice shook.
“It's okay. The baby is fine. It’s a strong one.” He smiled at her.
She breathed out a sigh of relief. “Thank you, doctor.” He nodded before exiting the room, telling her that she could ask for him if she had any more questions.
“What an asshole.” Dimitri said.
She laughed, and looked at him. “Why?”
“Why didn’t he start off saying that? All this ultrasound nonsense… he was totally scaring you on purpose.” He grunted.
“Please don’t send your men to kill him for this.” She laughed, the melodies coming out again.
“I won’t…” He gritted his teeth, though a hint of a smile was placed on his lips. “Okay, I’ll think about it.” He crawled on top of her, and rested his head against her chest, listening to her heartbeat. He sighed, feeling her hug him as tight as she could, deciding she would never let go of him again.
“I love you.” She said, her voice barely more than a whisper.
“Me, too.” He said in response.
Epilogue
She woke up from the sound of a baby crying, and she shifted in her bed as she sat up, walking towards its room in a drowsy haze. She opened it to find Dimitri rocking Petra, her newborn daughter, the new love of her life.
“How did you get here so fast?” She asked, grinning slightly
“I’ve been up for hours now.” He said, smiling back at her, his eyes trailing against her night robe.
“Why? She’s been doing so well.”
“I…” He blushed. Did Dimitri Dominik just blush?? “I wanted to look at her more.”
She laughed out loud, and Petra quieted slightly from the sound of her mother’s laughter. “Are you kidding me?” She asked. “That’s the cutest thing I’ve ever heard in my life.”
“Did you just call me cute?” He asked darkly, and she quieted. How was he able to create such sparks inside her after all this time? When Petra finally quieted down, he placed her back in her crib, and pulled on Aaliyah’s hand, leading her back to the bedroom.
This was what life had been like recently, and Aaliyah couldn’t have wished for anymore. It was perfect. They purchased a house together in the middle of the suburbs, so unlike Dimitri she almost laughed when he came up with the idea. He couldn’t give up the mafia, they were family to him, people he had worked with for decades. Instead, he tried to stay out of it as much as possible, and named his second as the new father of the family. He was now a consultant, someone they called on whenever they needed advice. And he was getting paid quite the hefty sum for his help. Aaliyah went back to work, and she was loving it. After she gave birth to Petra, she immediately went back at it, and Dimitri took on the role of a stay at home dad, something he never thought he would be doing. It was a sort of retirement for him, and with his injured leg still hurting him, it was the best he could ask for.
He had finally given her her freedom, and she felt like a new person, someone who was capable of doing anything she set her mind to. When she finally told Kate everything, her friend stared at her, her mouth wide the entire time. She told her she was living in some sort of weird romantic comedy drama, and Kate was very jealous. Especially after she saw how gorgeous Dimitri was, and when Aaliyah told her how much he satisfied her in bed.
Her mind flashed back to now when she felt him slam her against the wall, his eyes greedily looking at her. “Is it too late for another round?” He asked. They had just fucked a few hours before, but it seemed he was feeling hot for her again.
Her eyes flashed at him, and she bit his lip, almost enough to draw blood. “I thought you wouldn’t ask.” He grinned and bit her neck in response, his teeth grazing against a spot he knew was very sensitive for her. She moaned out loud, and ground her hips against him.
“Already a desperate little hoe, are you?” He commented, though he had ground back against her. He lifted her up in one motion, and carried her into the bedroom as she giggled. She slammed her fists against his back, pretending like she wanted him to let her go. He did, and dropped her onto the bed. She bounced twice before settling on it.
“You absolute vixen. What am I going to do with you?” He had told her previously how much he adored her body. Every dark curve, every accent. All he wanted to do was to taste all of her. And he did, licking and sucking every single part of her body.
Now, as he began to do the same, she tsked at him. “Enough with the incessant teasing, Dimitri! I want to be fucked, right now.”
He scoffed at her, but pulled her panties down as she wished. “If you want it so bad, why don’t you do it yourself?” He smirked.
“Maybe I will.” She climbed on top of him, her hips placed directly on his. She ground hard against him, against the boxers he was wearing as pyjamas.
“Baby…” He groaned.
“Who’s the desperate hoe now?” She smirked. He stared at her, his eyes hooded.
“Careful… girl.” He growled, and she humped him again, letting her hips do the work. She couldn’t wait anymore, and knew she was already wet for him. She pulled his boxers down, and stared down at his dick, something she’s seen hundreds of times before. God, it was gorgeous. And so completely lickable. She placed her lips around him now, and sucked - hard. He hissed and humped into her uncontrollably.
She wrapped her tongue around him and peeled his foreskin off with her mouth, something she knew he loved very much. All he could do was dig his nails into her hair in response. She did her work then, sucking hard as she bobbed up and down on him. He looked up to see her staring at him, her eyes completely filled with lust.
“Aaliyah….” He moaned. She placed her hands on his balls, fingering it in rhythm to her sucking. “Come on.” He said, still pumping against her. She knew exactly what to do to drive him crazy. She took in the entirety of his dick, all the way to the base. He could feel himself curve in her throat, and feel the tightness of it. “Fuck.” He moaned. “That’s so fucking good.” He said.
“I know.” She replied, and removed her mouth from him.
“Wha--- why?” He asked, clearly frustrated.
Before he could complain more, she aligned her hips against him, and impaled herself. Even though she was the one who did it, she couldn’t help but moan out. She fell onto him, her nose against his as she went up and down into him again. He was hitting the deepest parts of her, and she was loving it. She loved the control of this, and she could tell he was loving it too. His eyes were rolled back, and she could tell he was trying really hard to not cum right away.
She rode him like an expert, letting her hips tell her exactly what would feel best. He pumped into her in rhythm, his eyes still shut tight. “Look at me as you cum into me.” She dared to say. His eyes opened, and their eyelashes flickered against each other as she continued to move. She gave him one particularly hard squeeze and he moaned out. She could feel his balls tightening against her as he grew even larger, and indication that he was at the edge of cumming.
She tightened again, and he came, his load shooting into her over and over again as he pumped away.
“Aaliyah…” He moaned over and over. She loved the sound of her name on his lips. And she had a whole eternity to hear it.