Lyubov Moya

Chapter 22

Anhasletticia slipped on a white long sleeves and a black jeans short with a black vest to finish the look. She also had black stockings and boots on.

Her heart is pounding so loud she can hear it. She's obviously nervous for her first mission.

Killing is not in her vocabulary. Now there's a possibility that she'll do it today.

Her figure paced back and forth near the window of her room. Brows furrowed and jeweled eyes forming a frown she looked at the view outside and let out a very big sigh. Her nerves aren't really cooperating right now.

"Nervous?" The acting leader of the group asked from her door frame.

"A bit.. This is my first—"

"What is wrong with killing someone guilty of a crime?" he asked shutting the door close and walking to lay on her bed since he barely slept last night he is hoping to find the peace that freaking moonlight lack on her presence.
"I had my first kill when I was 3 years old back in Russia." He cut her off. "It was my parents."

Her lips parted in realization. The root of this cold hearted man is slumbering deep inside his childhood.

The reason why he longed and hated physical touch at the same time is because he's deprived from it.

He hated it because he doesn't know what is it.

He longed for it because he's also curious on what it felt.

"My Mother died at child birth and my Father did not acknowledged us as his own." She found herself saying something from her childhood.
"We did everything to gain his approval." she smiled bitterly as those memories came flooding on her mind.

"I don't even know what that woman looks like." Fyodor sighed. 

It's not like he needed that witch. That woman who brought him to these sinful grounds and bind him with the cries of millions of burning souls tried to slaughter him when he was just an infant. Luckily for him he survived all attempts not until the 3rd year of his dwelling in this world. That wench tried to sell him to the scientist and use him as a lab rat but before stepping outside of their home the two wretched beings dropped dead infront of him. "This is your punishment, because you two brought me into this world." There are still many crime in this world waiting to be eliminated and so that became his goal.

To free this world from the sins of the man.

"My Mother looks like a Faerie, my nanny Lily is an admirer of her when she was alive." She said smiling at the thought of Lily.

How is she?

How is everyone doing?

"Don't worry I'll be back soon.." She thought stealing a glance to the man she's with.

"So I assume you have a golden spoon in your mouth as a kid." He gave her a smirk pair with a teasing glare.

"Well, what else would you been thinking of? I'm literally a Princess of a whole Empire." She shrugged her shoulders like it's the most normal thing in the world.

"My.. Do I need to bow to you now Princess?" His smirk turned into an amused smile.

His expression did not failed to make her heart flutter. A visible blush crept on her cheeks staining it cutely.

"You should in my world or my Dad will have your head on a silver plate." She laughed letting the redness of her cheeks crept on her whole face and neck. "Anhasletticia de Alger Obelia is my whole name quite long right?"

"Well don't underestimate me I can remember every bit of it." He snickered getting up to sit down on her bed.

He stood up walking to her just to have her pinned on the poor wall.

"Now.. Want some good luck kiss?" he teased, his gloves right hand traced her bottom lip.

"Fyo... Stop teasing." she found her eyes locked on his lips too.

Damn.

She thought she'll blush a hundred times worst than earlier but she felt.. Hot.

Really, really hot.

"Fedya I feel funny.." she managed to say to him.

"Oh?" He replied distracted on her lustful expression.

"I—I want to claim your lips so bad." She honestly said gripping on her shorts. "And I think I might die if I don't do it right now.."

"I'm all yours Princess.." he smiled.

She wrap her arms on his neck, his left hand on her thigh. She locked it on her waist as she claim his lips hers.
She lick his bottom lips asking for permission in which he granted immediately.

"Hngh.." She moaned when she felt his hands getting dangerously close to her ass while massaging circles on the way.

This man is rewriting every teachings she had on her noble life. He's ripping the old her and building a new one.

The good thing is that she loves it very much.

She's craving more.. She wants more.

She wants to feel him more and the Man might have felt that too so he scooped her other leg and placed it on his waist with her back against the wall.

The Cape he always wore dropped on the cold floor with his Ushanka hat.

This is the very first time a woman dominated him... And oh my.. How she turn his switch on.

Gasping for air they parted for a while. Eyes boring each others. Their chest and hearts pounding and heaving so fast.

Now it's his turn to show is dominance. His lips found her neck licking it teasingly she let out a whine.
He smirked on her neck kissing it first then followed by a sharp suck enough to mark her his.

"Fedya.." She called out fingers tangling his raven locks while her eyes clouded with lust.

"I'm afraid to break this.. But My Love, you had a mission to fulfill." He stared at her.

She blushed terribly while finally realising that she initiated the hot make-out session first. "Sorry.. I don't know what happened.."

"It's fine.. Goodluck." He placed a quick peck on her lips.

She gathered all the air in her lungs and exhaled fixing her disheveled blouse and hair bun.