koroleva. [Russian Mafia Romance]

Chapter 2.

Chloë-

My limp body is covered up by a black jacket when I'm carried outside. His hands feel very arousing. But fragile. The air is cold. But when the sun hits you, it's warm. I have no idea what day it is, or month or year.

"I'm taking you home. You'll be safer there. More looked after." He's not looking at me this time, I'm looking at him. I feel a boost of confidence. The same feeling that's unexplainable pains my chest. We reach three large cars, I have no idea the make of them but they're beautiful. Ivan stands me gently on the cobbles. Turning back I stare at the house i was captive in. Walls crumbling, windows shattered. It looks like a pig sty. I won't miss this place. The jacket what was covering me is now over my shoulders. The door was being held open by an older gentleman in a cap. I smiled sheepishly, getting in there was two men in front of me in the passages and drivers seat. There's three cars so that means 8 men altogether. Why so many people?

I relax into the cream leather sofa. A bottle of water is handed to me, my hands shaking and bruised. And very painful. Why is he saving me? I'm a broken whore. I'm not meant to be saved.

"drink the water and take these, they'll make you feel better. I promise." Ivan is looking at me. With two pills in one hand. I notice his hands are tattooed. So is his neck. I can see them peeking out his shirt. Woah. He looks older than me. Maybe his late twenties? His eyes are portraying the same mental image as before. He seems apologetic, but raging, but lust clouds them. And with a blink their gone. Somethings aching in me. I take the tablets from his hand. Easy. Just like dough drugs. With any luck, they might just kill me. Once I swallow the tablets I throw the bottle at him. Why is he doing this? Rage takes over me. I feel mad. But I don't know why.

"Why did you save me? So I can be your slave too now huh? Is that what you want a fucking slave? Because baby, that's all I am and All I will ever be!" Tears burn my eyes. He's looking more raging than ever before. With a swift un click of his seatbelt, he's sat next to me. His hands on either side of my face.

"Listen, I know you. I know more than what you think Chloë. If you'd rather be with that-" his voice is soft, yet spit manages to fly when he mentions Igore. His finger pointing back to the house were driving from.

"Then you go be with him. Because Koroleva, you won't find anywhere else better. I can give you life. Love, gifts. Anything you want. I can give you a better lifestyle. One that you've always dreamed of." He seems sincere. But he's lying.

"You're lying!" I cry. Pulling his hands away from my face. He takes a seat back, just an inch. A smile forms on his face. His 5 o'clock shade stretching. His lips looking kissable. His hand squeezes my knee, and he's looking at me again.

"Moya koroleva. I never lie. I can give you all that and more. I know you feel it. Somethings burning in there-" he points at my chest. His finger touching my boobs.

"You can't explain it but i can fore fill it. I can make you happy. I can give you indescribable pain, and pleasure, dear." His fingers are tracing up my thigh. A small heat arouses in my legs. He's too big headed. But again. Why me?

"Why me. I'm a whore. Good for nothing but fucking." I remove his hand from my thigh. Ignoring what I was strangely feeling.

"You're not. Regardless of what you say you're coming home with me. He doesn't own you now."

"You only have me because he owes you money! If you had a choice I wouldn't even be here! Just let me die!" I cry again. My eyes full with tears I didn't want to show. My cheek hurting.

"Moya Koroleva, I have a choice. And that's why you're here now. With me. Coming home with me. Now relax and get some sleep. It's a while before were home yet." I nod. I don't want to argue. I'm sure there's objects at his house that I can use to set me free. It's not all bad. I rest my head backwards. Looking up at the roof of the car and my eyes feel heavy.

*30 minutes later*

"Chloë, were home." A hand runs my shoulder. My eyes pry open. We must be here. I smile simply and get out of the car. The door is open again. I grab the hand that helps me out of the vehicle. When my feet touch the pavement my eyes take in the beautiful house before me. It's large. And grey. Beautiful white Windows, and steps up to the large white double front door. I'm left speechless. The door opens and out comes a couple of maids and a housekeeper.

Ivan walks me to the front door, his hand firmly at my back. Walking up the steps my legs ache. I wince at the numb pain, my eyes squint shut. Ivan notices and lifts me up bridal style. My hair wooshes in the wind. My head tilted back as his strong arms hold me. I feel free. Like an angel. My arms stretch above my head, and a rare smile forms. I can hear Ivan laughing as he places me back down on the top step.

"Franc, this is Chloë. She'll be with us from now on." Franc must be the housekeeper. I never knew they had these still. She takes out my hand and shakes it firmly. It's a very warm welcoming. He then continues to introduce me to the rest of the staff.

"Would you like to see your room?" Ivan's blue eyes pierce me. I smile and nod, waving goodbye to the staff. When we enter the big white doors, inside is, just fascinating. Marble floors, big chandeliers. It's amazing.

"Stop gawking, moya koroleva. we have plenty of time to view your new house. Now, you go see your bedroom." Oh no. Are we sharing a room? I hope not. I panicked as I follow him up the stairs, past endless corridors we meet a bedroom door.

"Here you are, this room will now be yours." I stare at his blue eyes. He seems happy. Was this a spare room? How many people did he have here? Am I the first? I bet I'm not. I knew this was a bad idea. I start panicking. I enter the large room which is beautiful decorated. A four poster bed stands grandly in the middle. An on suite bathroom. Large fitted wardrobes, filled with clothes. All this for me, a whore? A reckless stranger?

My breath hitches. I feel claustrophobic. It's going to be the same as living with Igore. I'm trapped. In this room, for the rest of my life. I pace around the room and my back sinks against the bottom of the bed. My head in my hands. Cries escape my swollen face.

I can see his feet below my hands racing towards me. His hand reaches my face and he lifts my head up so I'm staring directly at him.

"are you here to fuck me? I need a shower."