Depraved

17. Alana

I stand here with Elisa, talking to her. More like answering her curious questions. She says she can't believe a man like Alexei has a heart or that he actually got married.

I give her vague answer and smile. That's all i can do. My jaw hurts smiling for people today.

I thought of asking Elisa for help, but soon ditch the idea seeing how her husband stands by her side and importantly she's drunk. I'm almost terrified to be here.

These people I'm sure are dangerous.

It would be a lie if i said I didn't feel a little better with his presence beside me. Even though it was for the world to see we are a couple it atleast gave me some security.

Elisa says bye and her husband practically drags her to the other side of the room. I am deep in my thoughts as a guy saunters to my side, he leans on the table and eyes me analysing.

"I'm Maxim", he says finally. "I'm Alana" i answer. "Alana korolyov, i know. This party is for you. To welcome you into the family" he says. I didn't know that, i just smile not knowing what to say.

He grabs a drink from nearby tray and offers it to me. I say "Thanks, but i don't drink." He gives me a smile and says "oh common you can, it's not like I'm a stranger, me and Alexei are good friends."

I try my best at declining and say "no, I'm good"
Then he says, "alright, may i have this dance with you?" .

I contemplate his words, and an idea sparks in me what if i could get some information from him or ask him for help, i'm sure this isn't the best idea, he too would be a bratva guy.

But i might ask him things, so i smile more and add"sure".

He gently offers his hand and takes me to the dance floor. I put my hand on his shoulder and maintain as much as distance between us, we slowly waltz.

His other hand is at my waist, i have this uncomfortable itch to remove it, but I bite my tongue and not utter a word. As we dance Maxim says, Alexei is a lucky man and that I'm gorgeous.

I laugh at the compliment, and think of using this opportunity to ask him, i add "so maxim, can you help....." and feel the hair prickle at my neck as somebody towers me from behind.

I know it's him before i see him. I'm surrounded with amber and musk. And he rasps "now if you'll excuse me, may i have this dance with my wife?".

Maxim is seemingly terrified as he stutters a "s..sure" and disappears. He holds my hand from behind and twirls me, i crash into his chest.

Before i could take a step back he puts his arm around my waist and locks me there. He holds my other arm in his big strong hand.

We are so close that i have to tilt my head completely to look at him.

His hot breath fans my face and i see something like rage crowding his eyes. He starts to move and i follow his lead. I can't seem to concentrate on anything except the man infront of me.

He doesn't allow me to put distance between us. My front to his front. My nipples pebbling with the friction between the fabric.

I swallow hard as he inches more into me and whispers "care to explain what he told you, that was so funny, Zolotse?" his voice is laced with threat and desire and i feel the heat travelling my body stopping at my core.

I don't respond to him, then comes the next words "are you telling me or do i have to fuck the words out of your pretty mouth." It's a threat.

He's threatening me, but my pussy thinks otherwise as it shamelessly starts soaking my underwear.

"Do you want me to fuck you infront of these people, zolotse?" "Is that what you want?" He rasps as i whisper "no...." "Then tell me,what were you smiling to?" He whispers into my ears as i can feel his breath on my neck.

I wet my lips and whisper "he...he said i look gorgeous." I feel his grip tightening on my hips and hand. "And what was the help you were going to ask him, lana?" He has never called me that before. .

It's how my mum used to call me. The name rolling down his tongue like an aphrodisiac. I bite my tongue and mutter "nothing".

His entire body turns rigid before he releases my hips and drags me behind him as i stumble to meet his fast paced steps.