25-year-old Lyra loves to dance and hang out with her best friend, who is more like a sister. Lyra's world is turned upside down when she is taken hostage. Soon Lyra discovers she is drawn to one of the Russian men who took her and fights it, knowin...
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I gasp awake and feel the bed dip at the same time. My scream cut off by a hand. “It’s me, baby,” Viktor says.” You scared me” I smack him in the arm.” what are you” my sentence cut off with his lips on mine. He cups my face in his hands and kisses me deeply. Pleasure starts to build inside of me. Need to touch. I am beginning for it. I tug off his shirt, and mine follows. We quickly undress as if we're on a time limit. Rushed and crazy. I don’t mind because if I have anything to do with it. I will have forever with this man.
We collapse back on the bed. Tangled up together. His hand slid slowly down my body then comes back up and tugs on my nipple.” Don’t tease,” I whisper. Honey brown eyes flash with mischief and a smirk to match it. Flipping us around so he completely on top and drags his lips slowly down my torso. I moan and pant, the closer he gets to my folds. The closer he gets, the slower he goes. I know he is teasing me, and I’m bout ready yank his mouth in my center. “Viktor,” I say in a warning tone. His chuckle deep and sexy. He lowers his mouth and licks. My hips buck slightly at the contact. Twirling, nibbling, and sucking my nub with mouth and tongue. My moans get louder and louder. I slip one hand into his hair, pulling his head harder on my pussy. I move my hips up and down a little on his face. His facial hair is giving me more friction. Viktor slips a finger inside of me than one in my anus. Pumping hard and quick with his mouth suckling on my clit, I cum with a scream my hips buck, and my legs shake. The release hard and intense.
His kiss on my lips taste tangy and sweet. I pull back and lick my cum off his mouth. Instead of slipping inside of me for his release, he lays down next to me, pulling me to his chest. His head rests on mine, my hair probably tickling his nose, but he doesn’t move, so neither do I. “Tell me about your dream,” he asks. I raise my eyebrow at him. Debating on whether or not, I want to answer this question.” Just a bad dream,” I reply, not wanting to answer honestly right now. Viktor doesn’t press the situation any further. He murmurs in my ear about a beautiful house on an island.” Our new home,” he whispers. I smile, wondering if he is being serious but doesn’t get the chance to ask because I fall back asleep. This time my sleep is beautiful. A beautiful baby girl sits in my arms. She smiles and yawns. Her eyes slowly falling closed. It feels too real. And I feel nothing but complete. I would do everything all over again to get to this moment. Live through it all or even worse. To have this feeling inside me. To have a child and husband who loves me by my side forever.
We late in the door and get ready to leave and pick up Laura. I put on simple boot cut jeans, a white shirt, and brush out my hair. We take a cab there since we ditched the car we had bought on the run. We have so much to talk about. Like money. I need to know if it has enough money or if I need to get a job to save up for the baby. We also need to talk about what DR. I’m going to because I want him to be apart of that too. But off it can wait another day. Today I’m taking Laura home. I think it deserves to know everything that happened. As much I don’t want to talk about it. I know she wants to know. So, I plan to tell her tonight. Maybe I will even see a therapist. I didn’t think killing my father would affect me since he was a bad man, but after my dream, I realize I may have been more traumatized then I had thought. I didn’t have to do it. But I did, and now I need to work through everything he did. Everything I went through and what I did in the process. Maybe my self-conscious is trying to tell me I am the one that’s bad. I did play god when I should have. In a way, though, you could say I ended his misery, that I had given him a fate much better than he deserved. To be just gone instead of living his miserable existence in prison. “Hey, babe, how are you today,” I ask my best friend when we walk into the room.” Ready to get the hell out of here,” she laughs, standing up already dressed. I laugh also and hug her.” Have you gotten your discharge papers already?” I ask. She waves a stack of papers in my face that I had not noticed before.” Cool, any medication you need to pick up on the way home?” I question grabbing them from her. I scan the papers. I am reading the details of what to do and not to do.
