ADDICTION {collab.}

- vol. 10 -

1085 words

auroras pov

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It was late midnight when my stomach had a sudden urge to grab something to eat. Ivan wasn't in his room, thanks god! however, i was afraid of falling asleep all alone in a place i barely even know. crawling out of his bed, i tippy toe out of the room, making my way downstairs. i believe his kitchen is there, i mean normal people have it on the first floor. in a flash, i feel someones hand wrap around my neck, while my back was shoved against the wall. i shriek grasping for some air when i hear his voice again "kakova dyavala! (what the hell) Sonya!" Ivan scoffed, loosening his grip "don't do that, not in this house" he growled, his voice is sharp and raspy, not like all the time "i- i was just looking for kitchen" i stutter out of nowhere, looking up at him. i swear there is something about blue eyes that drive me crazy. his eyes are like windows, the thing is, I can see through them. I can see his pain and his gentleness. I see how every emotion comes together to form the art of his soul. It forms a picture I see in an instant, yet wasn't able to see previously. I suck in a breath and my stomach suddenly decides to sing a song of a thousand whales and of course he hears it "come on" he instructs for me to follow him and i do so, clearly embarrassed. we make to the kitchen which feels like eternity and he opens a fridge, taking out my favourite smoked salmon, avocado and black bread. yes, it's a common thing in Russia.

i take a seat on a spinning stool, while he quickly makes me some toasts and pours in earl grey tea, again, my favourite. wonder what else he knows about me "thank you" i purr biting into it and suddenly im on cloud nine. it's delicious, i swear one of the best things i have ever had "wow and where's the spiky woman i know?" Ivan teases while i reply "wait till she's full" he chuckles, his tone becomes soft and he even almost smiles. oh that damned smile of his, i swear he is lucky he looks like that, elsewise, he'd be dead by now. munching my sandwich he decides to speak up again "my favourite shirt is now on my favourite rybka, lord it looks much better on her" he murmured and his eyes went down, raking my entire body the very bottom to the top, meeting my eyes again. shall i mention that i am literally wearing only his shirt? which means my legs are almost fully uncovered, not as if i'd mind but, distance please. i am struggling to swallow my last piece and once i'm done i shoot my shot once again "why am i here? and where's Nessa?" i ask calmly, looking into his eyes hoping for at least a tiniest bit of information "I wanted you here, you see after Sasha was taken under control of his dick, which means he fucked your friend several times, bad guys found out about it. we are quiet popular among them, that's why I decided it's better for you if you stay here. don't worry about your friend she's with Sasha and oh i am sure they are having lots of fun tonight, unlike us" Ivan casually finished, flashing me a wink, causing my cheeks to burn. i nod, not catching up till the end, yet i decide to leave it for tomorrow, when i feel less sleepy "can we go now?" i ask, trying to cover my yawn "we?" i nod once again "you heard me, i am not sleeping alone in that room" i sigh, noticing how excited my words got him. his hands wrapped around my waist, lifting me up and throwing me over his shoulder as if i was some kind of a toy. with no effort he carried me upstairs and back into his room, while i was trying to cover my bum from him.

the man tossed me on his bed, gently though, causing for my shirt to roll up a bit, revealing my underwear. not as if he hasn't seen it before but it made me a bit uncomfortable, after all we are more of a strangers than friends "Vanya!" i squeak, bursting into giggles as he joins me on the bed, laughing as well. it feels like i accidentally clicked something, changing this brawny asshole into much more realistic person. he tackles me down when i try to sit up, hovering over my body. suddenly my cheeks flush different shades of pink as i stare up at him, smiling like a newborn and receiving the same kind of grin back "can you please get off me?" i chirp and he shakes his head "say that again" he demands smiling brightly "what? Vanya?" i repeat myself and he nods "i swear it's different when you say that, nobody is even allowed to call me this name" he says as i shrug it off "well i will from now on" i purr softly against his lips, feeling his hot breath against my skin. before it's too late i sit up looking down "i think we should head to sleep, it's pretty late" i murmur quietly and his expressions faded again. god i want to see that perky someone again, but i know it's nothing but bad idea. luckily, he doesn't say a word and agrees, starting to peel of his shirt along with his trousers.

godness he has a body of a greek god, inked from head to toes and i can't help but to admire the view in front of me "enjoying what you are seeing?" he asks teasingly, laying besides me as my eyes follow him. i blush frustrated, however, my curiosity is stronger than ever as i ask "can i touch it?" he seems as surprised as i am "feel free i believe" Vanya replies and i crawl closer to him, curling up by his side. my finger tips gently touch the inked part of his skin, caressing it slowly. while i was tracing and studying his each tattoo, the man was soon off to sleep. i let out a light titter, smiling in awe 'what an angel' i think. it didn't take me much longer to drift off, joining him as i fall asleep in his embrace.