DELTA - BAD BLOOD a specterverse short story [book D]

Chapter TWO

★★★★★★★★

ASSET FILE
CLASSIFIED : CIA
OPERATION : MOSCOW
AGENT : VIKING
HANDLER : RED
ASSET : KATYA ROMANOV (NEE; CZARINA)
AFFILIATIONS : SERBIAN MAFIA
MOTHER : VALENTINA CZARINA (DECEASED)
FATHER : DMITRY CZARINA
HUSBAND : OSKA ROMANOV
STATUS : CAUTION
CONTACT : MINIMAL

★★★★★★★★

Katya Romanov (Czarina)

"Please, sir.. I need your help.. I need you so vury badly.." I plead, barely convincing him beyond suspicion, though my words are true..
I need him.. In so many ways..
I am not beyond using him.. And I am certainly not beyond letting him use me..

"Oska will kill us both--" He growls the warning while still taking two long strides around the sofa setting at the centre of his suite to meet me, his actions at odds with his words.. Pretty soon his enormous bearlike paws wrap around my hips and I can feel the warmth of his body heat radiating like a furnace..

He is the flame, and I am a helpless moth drawn into his fiery glow..

I reach up to tentatively link my arms around his neck, pulling his body closer to mine, feeling his hardened muscle against my softness.. "Not if you kill him first, moi sladkiy.. You are an outsider here, just like me.. An Amerikanets.. You will never be one of them.. They will see you as different, always. But there is one way you can earn their respect.. Even I know you must have encountered men like my husband as enemies in a past life.. You are Armiya after all, are you not? Do Amerikanets not value freedom above all else?"

"Ah.." He hums softly, stroking a gentle touch through my hair, a mysterious smirk upon his kissable lips.. "You think I would set you free?"

"Nyet, but-" I shake my head as an adulterous need throbs through my entire body.. "I would rather be yours than his."

He winds his fingers through my hair to tug my head back, forcing me to look up at him.. "Is that all you come to me for, Kisa? You want your husband dead and I am your killer, da? You think I am stupid enough to fuck the Pakhan's wife in his own home? To lead a mutiny? Zhizn' ebet meya!" He cusses beneath his breath.. "Crazy devushka!"

Panic electrifies my nerves to life.. The repercussions of my actions should Oksa discover my intentions tonight would be dire.. He would show no mercy.. Pity is for the weak in this world and forgiveness is not in his vocabulary.. "Nyet!..No!..Sir.. Please.. I do not think you are stupid- I think you are strong.."

"I wonder, did he send you to tempt me?.. Are you here to test my loyalty, little Kitten?" Axe growls as his touch begins to roam over my curves, cupping my ass and squeezing lusty handfuls of my flesh.. "Mhh- I'll admit, it's working.."

"N-no.. I swear-" I gasp for breath as he brushes my champagne curls back over my shoulder, leering down to see my heaving chest beneath.. Hungrily, he licks at his lips, before taking one of my nipples between pinching fingers, testing the limitations of my sensitivity.. I feel his teasing touch all over, and like a river of lava pooling between my legs he makes me wetter than I've ever been.. "I come to you of my own will, Sir.."

He chuckles, a dark and dangerous gleam to his eyes as he leans forward, fingertips trailing down the side of my neck.. "Relax, precious kitten.." His heated mouth dips to kiss along my collarbone, the scent of his pure masculinity sending shivers down my spine.. "I'm not afraid of Oska Romanov.."

"Oh, bozhe moi.." I sigh, my limbs liquefying on a breathy exhale.. He smells like a perfect winter day, like snowflakes, spiced sunshine and cigarettes. Oaky and bold it intoxicates me, overpowering my rational thinking.. My flesh flushes hot all over and my femininity throbs with aching desire.. I've never felt this way about a man.. And I have certainly never felt this way about sex..

Needy.. Oh my.. He makes me feel all kinds of desperate..
Desperation to be enslaved..
Desperation to be freed..
Desperation to be desired.. Truly, deeply desired..
Desperate for the forbidden..

Oska had been my first, my only, and I'd had no choice but to give him my virginity.. And while I have been cooperative to my captor, it was only out of convenience.. A fuck is so much less painful than a fight, as my mother would tell me on the day of my wedding..
Everything that took place in our bedroom was little about me and all about him.. My opinion was never a question.. My pleasure, never a priority.. I would lay still and I would be quiet.. I would let him have his way and that is how I have survived while other women had not.. With Oska, I understand my place is and will always be beneath him, and over the years, I have learned to take the path of least resistance..

But Axe.. I desire to give him everything.. I want to know what the touch of a real man feels like.. One who isn't dead inside.. I want him to look at me as more than property.. More than a warm place to keep his cock wet..

I want to be seen as a treasure, a beauty, a woman.. I want to be held in the loving arms of a man with a soul.. I want to feel passion in my heart once more..

I know the enforcer has a heart.. I have seen it.. Even though he tries to hide it from the men he commands, he isn't as callous and cold as he would have the brigaders believe..

I have seen his heart, in concerned glances, soft smiles and blind eyes turned..
Whenever I would spend too long hiding in the kitchen or wasting time in the library, avoiding my husband to the point Oska would come looking for me in a rampant rage, Axe would never turn me over.. He would simply shrug as though he'd never seen me..

He would lie for me.. Which led me to wonder, what else might Axe Hunt do for me?

I have seen his heart in the way he would help me from the floor when he would discover me, bruised and bloody after finding my way into the path of one of Oksa's rages.. He'd help me to clean my cuts and wounds, fetch ice for my bruises and carry me back to my room when I could not walk.. And I've seen it in the way he would look at me.. As though he really saw me.. He sees me, and my pain..

Actually, since the first day he moved into the Romanov mansion, bruised black and blue, brought into the fold after passing the trials of his initiation, Axe has always been lenient with me.. Kind even..
For a hardened Bratva bruiser, he is surprisingly moral.. Diplomatic, patient and fair.. The man has shown me a gentler side when nobody else was looking.. A side that has brought me here, to this irreversible and insane moment.. I believe wholeheartedly that there is good in this man.. And if there is good in him, there is hope for me..

"Does he take care of you, sweet kitten?" He scoffs darkly.. "Nah.. He mustn't, otherwise you wouldn't stray.. You wouldn't be here, begging me to give you what you need.."

"Nobody has ever taken care of me, Sir, I take care of myself.." I speak determinedly, though my voice still wavers, the adrenaline causing my heart to race..

He scoffs.."I'm going to change that, krasavitsa kisa.." His hungry lips captivate mine, confident and full of promise, he tastes of expensive red wine, earthy and sweet.. Consumed by fire, I burn from the inside out, a supernova exploding inside of me.. I have never been kissed the way that Axe Hunt kisses.. His passion is like a lightning bolt burning straight to my centre, searing through my sanity to emblazon my long-kept desires..

Tonight, I will change the course of my destiny.. I will rewrite my history and set in motion the beginning of the end..
Tonight I will be reborn in the flames of sin...