Fearless

Chapter Fifteen

"We will be landing in New York at the local time of 11:15 am, thank you for a wonderful flight," the pilot spoke in Russian. I yawned. "What time is that in Russia?" I asked Viktor as we quickly got out of the bed, got changed and then buckled up in our seats. "7am," he yawned back. "You look like crap," I laughed... he drank way too much. "Feel like it... were gonna have to stop off at a coffee shop before we meet Antonio," he sighed, "I know you said you can hold your drink but wow..."

I laughed my head off which made his headache a little worse. "I'm good at drinking if I stick to the one drink, you on the other hand can't help but drink yourself death on loads on different stuff!" I chuckled. He gave me a glare which made me laugh even more. The plane began to descend, I looked out the window and there it was... the big apple itself. When the plane finally landed I began to buzz with excitement.

The moment stepping off the plane was magical. The snow here wasn't as harsh as Russia, it was just a thin coating and most definitely less cold which was magical. "Do you like it?" Viktor asked, beginning to get a hold of his hangover. "It's wonderful," I breathed as I took in the sight. More black range rovers awaited us which we climbed into. We stopped off at a Starbucks and grabbed a coffee... we couldn't go in ourselves but two guards went in for us whilst we waited.

Thanks to the coffee Viktor finally got over his monster hangover and we headed off to Antonio. The entire city was magical, I loved the people especially, taxis fighting for customers then fighting their way through the traffic. People selling those disgusting looking hot dogs you see in the movies and tonnes of tourists from all over the world. This place was nothing like Manchester... I mean Manchester is busy but this place is on another scale. The traffic was becoming immense and the sights were ridiculous.

After about 45 minutes we finally arrived at a large building that to me looked like a hotel however, Viktor explained this was where Antonio lived with his son, wife and niece. The strong hold of the NY Mafia... well one of them, as Viktor explained to me, there are multiple Bratva and there are multiple Mafia in New York as well as all over the world. The car door was opened and we got out and walked into the building... this place really did look like a hotel, especially when the man in the lift pressed the buttons for us and was dressed in one of those funny bellhop outfits.

We found ourselves in the penthouse of the building and was quickly greeted by Antonio. "Viktor, I'm glad to see you... how was your flight," he greeted him with a firm hand shake and a smile. "I'm happy to be here again and the flight was fantastic," Viktor replied and then turned to look at me. "Annabelle," Antonio continued with his meet and greet but this time with a big hug, "so lovely to see you again." When he finally let go I could reply, "it's nice to see you too."

"This is my wife Flora," he said showing me the lovely blonde lady standing gracefully, she looked around her late fifties but she still looked beautiful. "It's lovely to meet you," I said with a smile, she happily nodded. "Oh and this is my niece Gemma," he continued. So this is the niece with the hots for Viktor... I held in a small giggle, excited that he was mine. "Who are you?" She bluntly scoffed in her heavy unmistakable accent.... once again just like in the movies. "Gemma, don't be so rude!" Antonio snapped, "this is Annabelle, Viktor's girl."

Her eyes lit with rage... just like Valentina's did when she pulled the gun at me. I didn't take a step back, she was obviously trying to assert her dominance like a wannabe lioness. I kept my composure, my head high and she soon backed down. "Good girl," Viktor praised in Russian as I walked back over to his side, "you handled that well."  I smiled and quickly replied, "thank you... she's definitely full of herself isn't she?" He wrapped his hand around my waist.

"She learnt Russian in five weeks?" A familiar voice said astonished... Luca. Viktor smirked and shook his head. "Actually she learnt Russian in nine days... and French in three," he replied smugly, I blushed from embarrassment. The lot of them looked pretty scared all of a sudden but soon brushed it off. "Let's go get something to eat, I'm guessing you've not ate yet?" Antonio assumed correctly. Viktor nodded with a smile and we all left the penthouse into the large elevator and back down to the foyer.

After stepping back into the Range Rover we all went to a posh looking restaurant. Thank god for those boring etiquette lessons otherwise I would've had no idea what to do with the multiple cutleries placed onto the table. Flora happily chatted away with me, she is a lovely lady. Gemma on the other hand, ignored me completely and was most definitely trying to flirt with Viktor... who kept on telling me in Russian that this was the exact reason he doesn't like her. Apparently she always tries to flirt and at one point he walked into the room he was staying in last time he visited and found her in his bed... naked...

I trust him when he says he hasn't slept with her considering he's quite honest when it comes to who he's slept with or not... unfortunately, most of the time I don't want to hear it. And then there was Luca... just staring at me. He never said a word directly to me, he's probably still tending to his ego but he kept observing me throughout the meal, watching my every move. Viktor had noticed my discomfort of it and kept his left hand on my thigh when not eating.

I was glad that the meal was finished. We all went back to the hotel/home thing and we were shown to our rooms, where Viktor and I could finally relax. "What's his problem... staring at me like that gave me the creeps!" I moaned. I knew the look he gave me all too well, it was the same look Viktor gives me when he wants me... I'm pretty sure Viktor knew that as well. "You are mine, even if he wanted you he could not have you as there would be a rift in the alliance!" He dictated, pinning me to the bed, "and if he dares to even so much as try to kiss you I'd hunt him down and dispose of him painfully... alliance or none!"

Five weeks ago I'd be crying out of fear but I was used to this by now. "Someone's jealous..." I taunted. He gave me that look... oops. "You're going to be punished for that," he gloated. I laughed. "What ever are you going to make me do?" I teased as I undid his belt. He gently pushed me down to the floor onto my knees, I carefully pulled down his trousers and boxers just enough to reveal himself. Just like he had taught me I began gently sucking and thrusting my head, getting him deeper and deeper down my throat.

He suddenly held my head to stop it from moving and began thrusting down my throat himself. I pulled myself away to catch my breath but he quickly began again. Like whilst on the plane he gabbed me slightly tighter and came in my mouth. I gently used my tongue to make sure all of it was in my mouth and swallowed. "What do you say?" He asked with a smirk. I sighed... I hate it when he makes me say this. "Thank you for dessert," I whispered seductively. If I didn't say it right he'd make me do it all over again until I got it right... he had fun making me do it three times before now just to make sure I said it right.

"Good girl," he praised, "your turn?" I shook my head. "I'm fine," I lied. "Don't lie to me Annabelle, I know you want me to..." he teased, "strip and get onto the bed." I shook my head again. He laughed and then went over the suitcase. He opened it and pulled something out... oh no. "Take your clothes off," he ordered. I did as I was told. Completely naked, I got onto the bed and laid onto my back. There it was... the rabbit, I'm screwed. The moment I spotted it I felt myself get wetter than I already was... my own vulgarity ashamed me and I turned away.

"You will watch," he ordered once again as he placed it inside me. He turned it on and began. I couldn't help but scream for more, my body overflowing with ecstasy until I came. I panted trying to combat the dizziness I was experiencing. "I knew it wouldn't take long but wow... you really needed that," Viktor chuckled. My eyes were becoming heavy so I closed them. I felt a cover being placed over me and then heard the door opening.

"I'm guessing you both like to eavesdrop a man giving his woman a good time... did you get a kick out of hearing her cry for more Luca," he chuckled sinisterly, "what about you Gemma... jealous that it was her and not you that's in my bed!" I heard her cry and run off. "She's mine, you'd do well to keep your distance Luca... who knows who might get hurt?" He cautioned and then slammed the door shut. I opened my eyes and looked at him. "They listened to us..." I whimpered, utterly embarrassed about the situation. "They shouldn't bother you now... sorry I had to threaten them, I told you yesterday I don't like anyone hearing you make those noises other than me!" He declared as he claimed my lips, "you are mine and only mine... no one else may have you."