Chapter Eleven: Rurik
Icouldn’t understand what came over me, or why I was so adamant on trying to protect Marianna when we both barely knew anything about each other. She’d told me about her life before, about how truly normal it seemed, and I could only imagine that she’d want to get back to that someday. Though, after seeing the way she acted at the diner, the way she handled herself in the midst of a crisis, made me think that she’d truly be cut out for this kind of life. I could see the look in her eyes, the newfound allure that she had for the power she experienced, and I remembered what it was like when I felt that for the very first time. The closer I got to her, the more I began to realize that she had a hold over me, that there was a part of me that wanted to get to know her more, but I couldn’t deny how quickly she was drawing me in. I felt the soft touch of her skin as it brushed against mine, and I pressed my lips into hers, feeling the velvety kiss of hers send shockwaves through my body. I’d never wanted a woman quite as badly as I wanted Marianna, and I couldn’t help myself when she was inching closer to me, caressing my cheek, begging me to lay her down and fuck her.
I let all my inhibitions go for the night, stripping her out of her clothes until she was naked in front of me, placing a finger over her lips as she eyed Kir’s door, telling me to keep it quiet. I didn’t care if he heard what was going on out here, because I was quite sure it wasn’t the first time he’d heard something like that, especially with all the times he’d spent helping my brothers chase after their women. I didn’t know what Marianna and I were just yet, but I knew that I wanted to feel every inch of her, that I cared about what happened to her, and I wanted her to know that I was never going to allow anything to happen to her.
She looked up at me and smiled, while I lifted her up, feeling her wrap her legs around the base of my torso, and I led her into the guest bedroom to lay her down on the bed, and watch her sprawl out before me. She was absolutely beautiful, and I couldn’t help but immediately feel my dick get hard the minute I stared at her. I trailed kisses down her body, feeling her hands in my hair as she brushed through my curls, while I reached her perfectly wet pussy. I ran my fingers along her pussy lips teasing her, finding her clit with my mouth as I sucked on it lightly. I licked her, sucked on those pussy lips, watching her squirm underneath my hands as I held her still. I wanted her to enjoy the moment of calm because in just a few moments, I would be ramming my dick inside of her. She grew wetter by the minute, her clit swelling in my mouth, and I felt her hand reach for my head, guiding it up. I held back for a moment, while she sat up on her knees. She took the base of my shaft into her mouth, looking up at me with those big beautiful eyes of her while she sucked on it.
I held her hair up, guiding her head into my dick as she sucked it, running her tongue along the shaft before taking it down the back of her throat again. I watched her eyes glance up at me, her mascara smudging as her lips wrapped around the tip of my dick, and I couldn’t wanted nothing more than to slip it inside of her, and fuck her until she couldn’t walk. I lifted, turning her around so I could spread her flawless ass cheeks, guiding my dick inside of her. She moaned from the moment I entered, and I imagined that her mind was running wild with memories of the first time we fucked. It was orgasmic, the kind of mind-blowing that would make any man go crazy. I drove my dick deep inside, feeling it ram up against the waterfall of pleasure inside of her, while I grabbed the back of her neck, tilting her body slightly up towards me.
“Tell me you want it harder, baby.”
“I-I,” she stuttered, unable to get the words out.
“Tell me or I'll have no choice but to stop,” I teased.
“Harder. I want it harder,” she said, and I smiled.
I held her hands behind her back, hearing the soft moans escape from her lips as my dick finally penetrated her, sliding in and out with ease, and I felt her wetness drip down my leg.
I thrust my dick deep inside of her pussy, driving it so far in that her ass slapped against my torso with such force, she was practically screaming. She turned her head around slightly, while I reached down to finger her clit as I felt it swell beneath my fingertips, kissing her fiercely before I bent her back over and rammed her hard. I slapped each of her ass cheeks hard, grabbing them while I buried my dick deep inside of her, and I gave it everything I had. My body began to tense, my breathing heavy to match hers, just as I let out my load inside of her, dripping down the both of us as I collapsed over her to kiss the back of her neck, tuck her hair behind her ears, and I caught her smiling at me.
“What’s that look?” I asked, teasingly.
“That was wonderful, that was all. I think it’s pretty clear you don’t have to sleep on the couch,” she whispered, trying to catch her breath.
“Ah, have I been invited to stay here then?” I asked again, chuckling.
“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
I was distracted,remembering how good it felt to hold her in my arms as we both slept, trying to forget for a little while that we were truly in danger. It was like the time we spent together had become an escape, a way for us to part with the true troubles that laid ahead whenever we stepped foot outside of the house. Now, we were starting to get closer, to learn more about what the Andreyev Family must be planning in order to drive their message home that they wanted to make sure Marianna never came looking for them, and that I never shared their secrets with the world. The last thing they needed was another one of their ex-recruits making a mockery of the business they’ve spent their entire lives building, and I couldn’t help but feel like I was going to do exactly that. They usually liked to kill those that were gearing up to double-cross them, but this time I had to make sure that they didn’t get the chance.
It was during days like these, that I remembered how miserable I was every time I’d come home after completing one of Mr. Andreyev’s contracts, killing men that probably didn’t deserve to die only so Mr. Andreyev could continue building his massive empire. He wanted to head the biggest crime family in all of Russia, and he wasn’t going to let anyone get in his way. I knew that his plans had been growing from the time he met me, because he’d always said how nice it was to have a Volkov man in the mix with the rest of them. He never did let me forget just how much I owed him, that he wasn’t going to let me get away before he was done using me for my skills. The truth was, I always knew that he had a plan to kill me, that he wanted to send a message to the rest of my family that they were going to be no match for him once he was done, but I always knew I had to watch my back to make sure that never happened.
If he had succeeded, delivering my body back to my family in order to send a message, it would’ve been quite clear to them that I was a wasted opportunity, one that they should’ve paid more attention to when they had the chance. I had my opening now, a chance to get rid of the Andreyev Family, to show them that they weren’t going to harass me or anyone else anymore. They deserved to go down for what they’ve done, and I was going to make sure that they didn’t have anything left to cling onto when they were at their end. They may feel quite comfortable right now sitting alone in their perfect mansion, having everyone at their beck and call whenever they ask, but it was quite clear that everyone would start to tire of them eventually, question whether they were really going to go after them if they made their escape.
I wasn’t the only one that managed to get out, but there have only been a handful of us that had managed to escape within an inch of our lives, where the rest have been brought back into captivity, only to be tortured before they eventually took their last breath. I knew that Mr. Andreyev wanted me dead, but that wasn’t just because he was angry with me, it was because I was protecting the one person that could unravel his family for good if she contacted the right people. He wanted Marianna dead so no one would ever ask questions about his past, and she wouldn’t obtain the help she sought out in order to get her friend back, moving on with her life. He loved to torture people in any way he could, and he didn’t care which of his own he had to take out in order to keep himself afloat. There was no denying that the connection was there, as Marianna had Andreyev blood flowing through her whether she admitted it or not, and that comes from a long line of like-minded men who ran successful crime operations, until one man came along to ruin it all. Mr. Andreyev tainted the family name and everything that came with it in order to enact his sick little fantasies, making sure that everyone had his name in their mouth whether they were praising him or cursing his existence. I could’ve only imagined that Marianna still had questions about whether she shared any attributes with such terrible people, and I knew that until she saw what they were capable of for herself, she would’ve never been able to conceptualize why they became the way they did. Mr. Andreyev gave into his temptations, killing for the sake of it, because he enjoyed it, and that eventually trickled down into getting people to do it for him so he could see the suffering on both faces. Mrs. Andreyev put up with it to hide her affairs, to keep the money flowing, and to try to put forth the idea that they were still a family even though they most certainly were not.
They shared a strange dynamic, and having a therapist mindset like Marianna did, I knew she wanted to understand them, to question each and every single one of their actions, but I was already aware that she was never going to get the chance.She may think that we’re both working towards a common goal, but that’s only the case because she hasn’t met any of them. They wouldn’t just kill her if they had the chance to sway her first, to get the maximum reaction out of her before they took her life, but they’re leaving it all up to chance. Either someone else kills her first or she gets close enough and they have a little fun torturing her first. I have to make sure that doesn’t happen, and that she stays safe, because if she ever went down that path, I’m not sure she’d ever make it out.
I headed out the door, hearing the screen slam against the knob as I looked around to see where Marianna went. She was sitting on the porch with a cup of tea in her hands, sitting with Kir and they were in deep conversation before I approached. She seemed like she was well-rested, but I saw the look in her eyes the moment I inched closer to her. I could tell that I made her nervous, that she was starting to question what we’ve been doing, but I saw her skin blush, and I knew she was thinking about last night.
“I see that you two got quite comfortable last night,” said Kir, and we both knew there was no use in trying to deny it.
“Don’t we have to head out soon?” asked Marianna, and she looked as though she was ready to jump right back into whatever we needed to do, like she finally was starting to get the answers to the questions that have been on her mind for a while. She was already dressed, her hair pulled back to the nape of her neck, and she rose, placing the cup down as she fastened her gun in its holster, and I glared at Kir for getting her a new weapon without checking with me first, but I saw the look in her eyes. It told me that she was going to be just fine, that she was ready to handle this on her own, and I was not going to stand in her way.
“Now, where did you get that?” I asked her, chuckling.
“Your friend here has decided that I passed the first test, and now I get to keep this here gun on me the whole time,” she said, zipping up her black track jacket, walking down the front porch stairs to the truck.
“Do you really think that’s a good idea?” I asked Kir, and we both looked out at Marianna, noticing the changes she was going through, and we knew it was just part of the process, but I couldn’t help but worry that things were going to get so tough that she’d eventually break. Marianna was feeling powerful in the moment, but she had no idea what she was about to witness the closer we got to the Andreyev Family. We were still trying to figure out how we were going to get close enough to start unraveling everything they had, and I realized that Kir was going to lead us right to the men that were going to stand with us, fight this with us, so we could get rid of one of the country’s biggest threats once and for all.
“I take it you have a plan? Maybe the one you were operating on yesterday before we were rudely interrupted?” I asked Kir, and he nodded.
“I’ve been in contact with a few men that might be willing to help, but I have to warn you that they’re going to have trouble trusting you at first.”
“As they should. This is something that’s much bigger than us, and I’m willing to do whatever it takes to get rid of them for good,” I told Kir, and he beamed at the thought.
“I’ve wanted to see them suffer from the first time I saw Mr. Andreyev myself. He’s been giving the rest of us a bad name for a long time, and I have a feeling that this is going to be quite the ride. Though, we’re not going to get anywhere until we get some people that we can trust to help us out. If there’s one thing the Andreyev Family has it’s manpower, and if we want to take them down, we just have to find ones that are willing to fight a little harder,” said Kir, and I couldn’t have agreed more.
