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  “Now, be a good girl and go wash up for dinner. Bathroom’s through there.” He brushes along my arm to point and I shudder in response to his nearness.

  I nod silently and rush to the restroom. Holy shit, that man completely throws me off balance. I can’t even remember what I was saying to him before he licked my ear. Damn it!

  Viktor

  I practically hung up on Tate when I saw Elaina all wispy-eyed talking to Spartak. I’m glad she appreciates his company but if I see them getting too close I will assign him to another detail and put my next best man with her. I know I should trust her, but it’s in my blood not to trust anyone entirely.

  Thankfully my little trick at the bar worked. Since I made her a manager she should mainly be in the office and won’t have to bartend unless someone doesn’t show up. For me that means no more watching pathetic idiots checking her out on a daily basis. There have been plenty of times when I have wanted to sink one of those fools in the lake.

  Enough of that, I need to prepare my love some dinner. I think she has it in her head that I don’t know how to cook. Is it wrong of me that I almost want to pretend like I don’t know how? That way she will make me a nice meal. I know she would, too. I probably wouldn’t even have to ask her for it.

  Opening the stainless steel refrigerator, I scan the contents. This may be a cabin, decorated to Mishka’s standards, but I refuse to not have top of the line appliances. I have some stew meat and veggies, whipping cream, strawberries; I can definitely make something up with this.

  Mishka must have sent some fresh foods up this week. I usually have a groundskeeper that helps maintain the place while I’m away. Luckily Mishka is sweet on him so she sends up fresh foods frequently. He’ll enjoy having the next few days off and I’ll have peace of mind knowing Elaina is safe with me.

  I’m preparing a nice stew for the main dish with fresh baked bread my grandmother made recently. The strawberries and fresh whipping cream will go splendid afterwards. I hope Elaina enjoys it.

  I didn’t even stop to think about asking what foods she likes to eat. I see her sneak a cherry or orange at the club occasionally, and I’ve seen her eat at my brother’s a few times, but she just picked at her food.

  I grab the bottle of vodka from the freezer, pouring half a tumbler full and gulping down a good portion of it. I can’t even fathom the fact that I’m nervous right now. Since when does Viktor Masterson get nervous over anything? Well, other than making sure Elaina is protected. There was the time I was at lunch and also when she freaked out at her apartment. Christ, maybe she really does make me nervous.

  “Viktor?” Elaina calls hesitantly and I spin around to face her.

  “Yes, Printsyessa?” (Princess)

  “Are you cooking right now or is someone here?” She walks into the kitchen glancing over everything nosily. She’s never been much of a curious cat, more standoffish than anything. This new side she’s showing me is quite amusing.

  “Of course it’s me, why is it so strange to believe the idea of me cooking? Surely you must know that men cook.”

  Rolling her eyes, she huffs, “Of course I know that men cook! You on the other hand, not so much. You bring food to eat, like, every single shift I work. Naturally I would think you don’t cook.”

  “Well for you, Elaina, I cook,” I rasp and she blushes slightly.

  “What are you making anyhow? It smells fantastic.”

  “I’m making a beef stew, is that alright with you?”

  “Oh yes, I love it!”

  I nod and she peeks over my shoulder as I take the chilled bowl and beaters out of the freezer.

  “What are you making now?”

  “Whipping cream. Hand me the sugar.” I gesture to the canister and she quickly complies.

  She bumps her elbow into mine several times while I’m mixing, sending heat through my body with each small caress. She does it again for probably the ninth time and I feel like slamming her into a wall.

  I growl, frustrated, and toss the beaters into the sink, then grasp her arm, pulling her close. Elaina jumps as I grab her and I chuckle. “Oh, little lamb, you have no clue how much of a wolf I really am,” I rasp, completely turned on by her soft touch, her sweet smile and flowery scent.

  Trapping her between myself and the counter I reach past her while she stares at me, shocked and intrigued. Swiping up a dollop of whipped cream, I smear it down the side of her throat.

  I bend down, following my finger with my tongue to clean up the fluffy, white sweetness. The sugary goodness melts in my mouth with each swipe of my warm, wet tongue. Elaina shivers as I get to the sensitive spot on her neck. Grinning, I take a small nip, just enough to make her jump a little and grasp tightly onto my shirt. I pull back slightly and she gazes at me, lost in a daze, I lean in and lightly nip at her bottom lip.

  She stares at me longingly and whispers, “God, Viktor, the things you make me feel.”

  Turning slightly, she gets her own fluff of cream on her finger. She looks so sexy, I want to take her here on the counter. I study her as she returns the favor of smearing me with whipped cream, painting my lips and coating the tip of my pointer finger.

  “Well, what’s your plan, Princess?” I ask and swallow in anticipation.

  She smiles and draws me down closer, sucking the cream off my lips. “Ummm, Elaina,” I growl. Picking up my hand, she sucks my finger deep into her mouth making me instantly picture my dick in there instead.

  I quickly yank my finger out.

  Shocked, she pants, “What? What did I do?”

  “Just, let’s just eat dinner, okay?” I mumble and she nods reluctantly.

  I watch her swinging her little ass as she walks toward the table and it’s the last straw.

  “Fuck it.” I throw my kitchen towel on the counter and stalk toward her, spinning her quickly, then I lift her slightly and place her on the dining table. “I’m hungry¸ lovely, but for pussy, not fucking stew.”

  “What!” She gasps, taken by surprise and I push her back on the table, lifting her skirt.

  “What happened to your panties?” I’m staring at her pussy lips, they’re just waiting for me to suck on them.

  “I-I didn’t have clean ones, and the wet ones are in my purse. Geez, you just startled me.” She giggles, resting her hand on her chest.

  “Startled, huh? Hold on to the table.”

  “Huh?” I spin her over so her belly is resting on the table, her bare ass on display in front of me.

  “Nothing, just hold still,” I reply and land the first rough smack on her butt cheek.

  “Agh! Viktor!”

  “Louder!” I say and land another smack to her backside.

  “Ouch! Are you crazy?”

  Smack!

  “You’ve lost your marbles, mister!”

  Smack!

  Her ass is nice and cherry so I rub it soothingly for a minute and then quickly insert my pointer finger that she was busy sucking on, deep inside her little cunt. Elaina inhales loudly and I’m elated to find her sopping wet, ready and wanting me.

  Taking my finger out, I suck her juices off my finger and wrench her legs apart.

  “You’re here for me. This pussy is all mine.” I dip my head and take her tiny clit between my lips, sucking lightly. She squirms and I brace her legs tightly.

  “Oh my gawd! That feels good!”

  “Yeah? This is the best tasting cunt I’ve ever eaten out. You keep creaming like that and I’m going to burst in my pants.”

  I reach over to grab the white taper candle from the glass candle holder. Rolling the larger, rounded portion of it on her hungry pussy, I coat it in her wetness and insert it slowly into her opening.

  “Oh my God! Viktor!”

  “I’m not God, Printsyessa, even if you do feel like heaven.” I play with her little kitty until she starts to tremble slightly with the pleasure. “You ready for my cock?”

  “Yes, please,” she pleads as I remove the candle. I unzip my trou
sers and push them down enough to pull my large, hard cock free.

  “Are you sure you’re ready this time?” I rub the head of my dick in her wetness, dipping my tip into her hole and pulling it away each time she pushes backwards to get more.

  “Damn it, Viktor! Give it to me!” she demands. I grip her hip tight and drive swiftly inside, making her call out loudly.

  “I thought you were ready? And now this tiny cunt grips me so tight, pulsing.”

  “I am, I was, just please, God, that feels so good.” Elaina clutches the sides of the table as I push deep into her.

  “Oh you sweet, sweet girl, this is one greedy little pussy you have here, lovely. I want to feel this cunt come all over me,” I murmur and smack her ass sharply.

  “Ouch! Fuuuuck!” she chokes and her center begins to spasm around me. This is proof that she loves it rough. She’s going to be so much fun to break in.

  I lean over her, clutching a handful of hair and wrench her head back toward me. Leaning in closely to her ear, I growl, “Make this fucking cunt come, NOW,” and thrust harshly into her multiple times.

  Her legs spread as her pussy grips harder me with each ringing spasm flowing through her body. Her legs go crazy as she attempts to scale the table to take me deeper but I grip her hair tightly, holding her in place. She will move when I’m ready for her to move. Each little squirm makes my cock throb, antagonizing it to finish deep inside her.

  “What did I say when we started this? Who are you here for?” I ask, my voice gravelly.

  “Ahhh, you, Viktor, I’m here for you. Oh!” Elaina moans as I pick up my pace, rapidly slamming into her.

  “That’s right. Me. This. Is. MINE,” I say harshly, emphasizing the words with each hot spurt of cum I squirt deep inside her. Her pussy gets really slick from our combined juices and I pump into her a few more times, making sure my cum gets as far in as possible.

  I free my hand from gripping her hip to rub all around my cock that’s still resting inside her. I collect our combined essence and lightly brush it all over her swollen kitty lips and clit. She squirms slightly, sending little zaps of pleasure through my body.

  I need to make sure she’s covered before I’m done. I want every inch of her to smell of me. Next time my cum will be painting those plump tits and slender neck. I pull back from the table, bringing her with me.

  “Woah, that was awesome!” She smiles happily, standing in front of me.

  “Good. Now get on your knees and clean me up.”

  “Excuse me?”

  “Get on your knees, Elaina.”

  “Okay, geez, quit being so damn bossy.” She grumbles about it but she complies.

  “I want you to lick all of your cunt juice and cum off my cock.” She nods and looks at me timidly.

  I caress the smooth skin on her cheek and smile slightly. She looks so beautiful, perched on her knees with my cum dripping down her legs. I nudge her slightly and she takes me deep, licking all over my head and shaft. I clench my eyes closed at the amazing emotions she elicits inside me. Her delicate hand grips me tight, pumping as she cleans me off thoroughly.

  “Good, lovely, now clean my nuts.”

  She sucks them into her warm, wet mouth one at a time, swirling her eager tongue around them repeatedly.

  “Elaina, my princess. You are amazingly talented with that succulent tongue and mouth of yours. I’m going to spill again any minute if you keep it up like that.”

  She releases my nuts and starts to bob her head on my cock quickly, causing me to curl my toes. My ass cheeks flex, and I reach out to grip the table so I don’t fall over. Christ, she’s amazing at this. She gets a good rhythm going but I’m brought out of my reverie by a quick smack on my behind. I gape at her, flaring my nostrils as she repeats the action and I feel the first signs of my impending orgasm.

  “Christ, again!” I groan.

  Elaina tightly grips my ass cheek and lightly bites onto my cock as she bobs. I surrender to the need and pull back quickly, pumping my cock rapidly with my fist, causing my dick to shoot hot jets all over her pretty breasts.

  Leaning in, I softly rub my cock in my cum, spreading it over her neck the best I can. “Absolutely breathtaking,” I murmur and she blushes, looking to the ground from my praise.

  “Can we clean up and then maybe lie down? Or at least I need to. I’m actually pretty worn out from all the drama.”

  “I apologize, truly, I wish it didn’t happen. Yes, of course. You’re not hungry? I promise it is edible.” I reach down for her and help her stand. She grips my hands tight, getting her balance and smiling gratefully.

  “No, not really, perhaps later?”

  “I’ll just turn the heat down to low and it’ll stay warm for when your appetite appears.”

  “Sounds good, thank you.”

  Hurrying, I put everything away that’s decorating the counters from my meal prep and grab her hand gently to guide her to the large suite with master bathroom. This may be a small cabin but I had to have a larger area to sleep and a nice sized bathroom. This cabin is meant to be for relaxing as well as a safe house. I refuse to not be comfortable while I’m staying.

  She looks around in wonder and I use the extra time to gaze at her gorgeous features. “Viktor, this bedroom is gorgeous! In fact, this whole cabin is, but this room is amazing!” Elaina turns to me excitedly and I grin at her in return.

  “I’m happy you approve. Later I need to show you where the safe rooms are located.”

  “Safe rooms? As in, plural?”

  “Yes, Printsyessa, there is one in the kitchen and another that goes completely underneath the cabin. There are three secret doors, I’ll show you after you rest up.”

  “That is so freaking awesome!” Her eyes light up with excitement and I chuckle. “I don’t know if I’ll be able to sleep now, I’ll be busy trying to figure out where they are!” She makes her way to the bathroom and turns on the multi head shower.

  “Ah lyooBOF, ya VAWLya paKAAZeevats vee meeraVOY vee poost ya (Ah love, I’ll show you the world if you let me)” I mumble under my breath. “Tomorrow, lovely,” I call out and she glances at me with a smile. She’s full of mischief; I’ll probably catch her checking out the house later while I’m trying to sleep.

  Elaina

  Two hours later

  I try to get comfy next to Viktor in his extremely comfortable bed, but continue to toss and turn, staring at everything in the room through the shadows. The fan spins quietly, I miss my fan in my apartment. It’s old and loose so it makes a ton of noise, blanketing the late night silence. It’s so irritating, I hate not falling right to sleep when I’m drained. When this happens at home I will get up and vacuum or something, but I’m sure Viktor and his men would not appreciate the gesture.

  I keep wondering if someone will find us here. The events from earlier keep playing through my head, like a CD on repeat. Kendall was pretty pissed when she left and I would not put it past that ugly psycho to come creeping. I would never wish ill on anyone normally, but that bitch puts the cray in crazy.

  Those safe rooms have continuously been on my mind since he brought them up. Is his life really so dangerous that he has to have not one but multiple safe rooms? I wonder what they look like. I’ve never seen one in real life before. I remember that movie Panic Room. I wonder if his are the same way and where they are. I want to get up and search for them so bad, but I don’t know whether one of his guards will shoot me if they see me.

  I carefully scoot out of bed, trying not to shake it or rouse Viktor. That man is knocked out, sleeping like the dead. I don’t know how on earth he can sleep well with so much drama going on.

  My feet hit the floor and relish the feel of the plush carpet. The rest of the house has hardwood floors, but in here it’s creamy white, thick carpet. Perfect, it’ll make it easier for me to creep out unnoticed.

  I snatch up his grey button down business shirt and slip it on, fastening it up to the crest of my breasts. At least if he wake
s up I can try to distract him with a little cleavage. I’ve barely given up my virginity and already I’m thinking like a pro.

  I’ll just head to the kitchen and check things out. He said there was one in there. This way I can at least pretend I’m hungry or something, but I mean really, who can eat at a time like this. I want chocolate and that’s about it, anything else is just a waste of time. I’m shooting for pure carbs and sugar overload. I could use a good sugar coma to help me cope.

  I slowly open the door just enough for me to sneak through it.

  Thunk!

  Ouch! Fuck! I stubbed my toe on the damn door trim. Stupid cabin full of wood, ugh! I can probably turn on a light but want to get past the hallway first. I silently make my way to the living room and click on one of the lamps resting on a sofa table.

  I’m met with Alexei’s cold, tired gaze. “Eeeeek!” I let out a noisy screech and clutch my chest. “Shit, you gave me a heart attack!”

  “Hmm.” He grunts, unimpressed.

  A door crashes open and footsteps come pounding down the hall. Viktor appears, disheveled, pointing his gun equipped with a fancy silencer, ready to shoot someone.

  “Alexei, report,” he gripes irritably.

  “Yes, sir. Miss Harper here was sneaking through the living room, when she saw me and let out a yell.” He glances at me harshly, and then looks back to Viktor.

  I huff angrily going on the defense. “Oh bullshit! I wasn’t sneaking, I turned on the light in the living room for heaven’s sake! If I was sneaking, do you think I would have turned on a light?”

  Viktor glares at Alexei like he’s going to scalp him. “Seriously, Alexei? Give her a break, with the day she’s had, of course my princess would get frightened easily.”

  I smirk at Viktor, practically ready to purr at his kind words. “Yes, I was simply out to get a glass of water,” I reply snottily to Alexei.

  Alexei turns away hastily and Viktor looks at me, perplexed. “Lovely, you have water on the bedside table.”

  He says it like a statement but I know it’s really a question. It’s a stupid test to see if I will tell him the truth. It irks me even more to know that he knows I’m lying.