I cracked eggs into the skillet, the sizzling sound filling the air as the aroma of bacon wafted through the kitchen. I was making breakfast for my angel, just the way I know she liked it. As I cooked, I found myself humming a happy tune, a silly little melody that seemed to match the rhythm of my heart.
Ah, la la la, la la la la, I hummed, my fingers moving deftly as I flipped the bacon. I couldn't help but smile to myself, being hopeful that she loved my cooking, I was eager to see the look on her face when she took her first bite. As I lifted my eyes to plate the eggs, I saw her walking towards me, a bright smile on her face, my heart skipped a literal beat, I felt like I'd been punched in the chest, I felt breathless like someone had stolen all the air in the room. Her smile was like a ray of sunshine, and I had to physically restrain myself from taking a step back. I couldn't believe she was really here, in the flesh, looking more beautiful than I'd ever seen her, my knees felt weak suddenly unable to hold me up.
My mind went blank, and all I could think was "she's here, she's really here". I felt like I was going to slip up, to reveal the depth of my feelings, so I took a deep breath and forced myself to calm down.
I watched as she approached, my brother walking alongside her, nothing compared to the overwhelming sense of wonder I felt at having her here, in my kitchen, smiling at me like I was the only person in the world.
"Good morning," my brother said, clapping me on the back. "Smells like you're cooking up a storm in here."
I tried to sound casual. "Just making some breakfast for my angel."
She walked up to me and gave me a kiss on the cheek, and I got hard immediately I caught a familiar scent, she smelled like me, sandalwood, cinnamon, musk and vanilla, I felt a sense of possessiveness knowing she smelt like me, and I started plotting on ways to keep her here, now I have had a taste of what it feel to have her in my hands I don't know how I can go back to the way things were.
"Mmm, something smells amazing," she said, her eyes shining with appreciation. Her stomach all of a sudden let out the loudest growl I think I'd ever heard. I turned to look at her, and she had an appalled look on her face like she wanted to go run and hide. It was the cutest and most adorable thing I had ever seen
I'm glad you're hungry, I said with a wink, and something inside of me growled in satisfaction when a beautiful blush appeared on her cheeks.
I felt my heart stumble again, but I managed to keep my composure, my brother grabbed a cup of coffee and I turned back to the stove. I plated the meal, placed it in front of her, I then picked up the spoon feeding her. Taste it, I practically growled, and she blinked at me shyly before opening up her mouth and letting me slide the spoon in. As soon as the sauce hit her tongue, her eyes were closing, and a little moan escaped her mouth.
This is so good, Alek," she said, her eyes closing in bliss.
"I'm happy you love it, my angel," I whispered, feeling breathless.
I don't know how or when it started, all I wanted to do was watch and protect her, but now I'm obsessed, I'm addicted, and I don't care. I will stop at absolute nothing to make her mine and I will do whatever it takes.
Before my angel could say another word, I pulled her closer, her breast mashed hard again my chest, one hand secured at the back of her head and the other on her waist ensuring there was no room for space, I fisted her hair and began devouring her mouth, oh god she tasted as sweet as honey, her soft pouty lips opening up, like a blooming flower. She let out a shocked gasp, and then a low moan, I used that opportunity to snake in my tongue into her hot mouth with a maddening level of hunger, groaning I pulled her closer and she moaned my name, Alek.
So fucking responsive, such a good girl. Her body trembling at my words, I knew if I continued any further I would would finally scare her away, so I pulled away, a step that took all my sheer will power, I knew if I didn't stop now, I won't be able to stop myself, the last thing I wanted was for my angel to run away from me so I pulled away.
I look at my angel and she was really a sight all flushed and shy, unable to even look me in the eye, I gently and carefully pulled up her head to look at me, it was evident that her thoughts were a jumbled mess and I was tempted to rattle her further.
Something wrong? I asked her.
Um.. nothing, she respond stumbling on her words. I decided to let my rattled angel breath at least, the last thing I wanted was her passing out.
I turned to my brother who I noticed was typing something furiously on his phone, feeling my eye on him, he lifted his face, looking at me with a mischievous look, we both knew the depravities going on in his messed up head, not as though I was t even worse.
Our communication through our eyes was cut short by my angel, she stood there in my shirt that showed her juicy thighs, oh how I wanted to leave hickeys all over her porcelain skin, her nipples stood at attention, erect as bullets, I want to burn all her clothes just to have her wear my shirts for the rest of her life though I know for a fact that she would look exquisite without it.
Would it be weird if I never washed this shirt she's wearing?
I sneakily adjusted my body to hide my hardened length not that it helped, thus was the height of self restraint I have had to show in the longest time.
What is it my angel? I asked
It's nothing Alek, I just want to say thank you for everything and now this morning, before she could continue further i place a finger on her soft, plump lips gently a piece of stray hair out of her face, now that's enough, I say. There is no need to say thank you, I'm happy to be of service to you and I would do it over and over again in a heartbeat. Now be a good girl and go sit down while I grab some napkins, as I watch her head to go to sit down, it take every bit of control from me not to spank her perfectly ass. Not probing her any further I let her eat peacefully as I watch her, lost in thought, when my phone buzzed with an incoming call from Viktor, I answered, listening to hear what he has to say and what reason would he have to interrupt my time with my angel. "Pakhan, we've got a problem with the Gambino deal," Victor said, his voice laced with concern. "They're trying to screw us over, taking more than their fair share of the profit. They're refusing to pay up, and it looks like they're outsmarting us."
I listened intently, a knowing glint in my eye. Unknown to Victor, his words confirmed my suspicions. All along, Ryurik and I had been working on a plan to uncover the mole within our operation. We had set up a fake deal, anticipating that the rat would bite. And now, Viktor's call was the confirmation we needed. It seemed he had fallen for the trap, revealing his true allegiance. I kept my cool, playing along, as I replied, "Viktor, handle it. I trust your judgment." I had suspected something off about Viktor for sometime now.
I looked at Ryurik to find him already staring and I have him a nod, a silent communication that the rat has taken the bait, we stayed quiet watching each other.
I quickly message him, go get me every last information on what Viktor has been up to, the people he has been involved with, everything. I will kill that bastard, I will remind him why I am the Pakhan on the Russian Mafia, feared by all.
Wow, sending me away when the princess only got here, he responds. Grumbling he tucks his phone into the pocket of his sweats and heads out .
Later brother, see you around princess. He says heading towards the hallway. Just as I was about to turn my attention back to Emily, I heard the distinct click of stiletto heels on the floor, my heart sank that could only be one person, Natalia, no one else would have the boldness to step into my house unannounced and like they own the house, No, this can't be. Why is she here now? What's her problem? I felt a wave of frustration wash over me. What timing, I was trying to deal with her of all the times in the world for her to show up, she just had to choose now, now that my angel is here. How do I fix this now? I turned to face her, my expression neutral, but my mind racing with questions. What does she want? How's this going to affect our plans? I schooled my features, preparing for the unexpected. "Natalia. What brings you here?" I asked, my tone even, but my eyes narrowing slightly as I awaited her response.I turned, and my eyes met Natalia's. Why was she here now? She was followed closely by her secretary, who was hurrying to keep up with her, and my housekeeper stood frozen, unsure how to react.
Ryurik, who had been walking towards the hallway, stopped dead in his tracks, his eyes fixed on Natalia in shock.