Chapter 6: Natalia

Oh God.

He’s going to do it now.

He’s actually going to fuck me now.

My eyes bulge, and waves of terror crash against the walls of my soul.

I don’t know what I’m supposed to do. I never thought it would happen like this, or that my first time would be rape.

What did I expect, though? I was to be sold in the virgin auction in a matter of days. Did I believe I’d magically have feelings for whoever bought me?

This situation is just as fucked up.

I’m owned in a different way.

Given the state I’m in, I thought I’d buy myself some time, but this man is clearly some kind of psycho. Maybe this is his thing, and the blood of his enemies on me will make taking me that much sweeter.

“Now,” he adds with insistence, and steps back to give me space.

Swallowing past the lump in my throat, I lift one trembling hand and pull down the little zipper on the side of my gown. Seconds later, the dress floats down my body, revealing my nude lace panties and matching bra.

“I said everything,” he reminds me when I stall.

I struggle with what to take off first—my panties or my bra. Deciding either will still make me feel aware of him being the first man to see me fully naked, I start with my bra.

Obediently, I undo the little butterfly clasp in the front, and my breasts fall free. He watches them bobble, and I’m embarrassed when he looks at the taut, tight peaks of my nipples. When the cool air hit them, they tightened, but they’re painfully tight because of him.

Despite my embarrassment, the heat flowing through my body rises when I take note of the hungry look in his eyes.

He’s looking at me like he wants to eat me.

When I bend down to take off my panties, he catches my right nipple between his thumb and forefinger, giving me a gentle squeeze.

The sick thought of Felipe feeling me up pops into my head. He used to do it all the time. Sometimes, he’d allow his friends to do it, too. I’d fight, but they’d hold me down until they got what they wanted. They’d do whatever they could that didn’t constitute as sex.

This mere touch feels just like that, but there’s an air of difference that grates on my nerves.

The last thing to come off is the tattered plimsolls. Now I’m completely naked before him. All much to his satisfaction.

“Good girl.” He smiles.

He releases my nipple but doesn’t pull his finger away. He keeps his fingertips pressed to my skin and his eyes trained on my body as he takes a slow predatory walk around me.

My traitorous body absorbs the attention, and my pussy clenches as his eyes drink me in.

He runs his fingers over the flat of my belly, trails them around to my back, and runs them over my ass, where he takes a handful of flesh and squeezes before he lands a heavy hand down on the skin. I cry out from the stinging pain and try to move away, but he shoves me against the wall, spreads my legs with the top of his knee, and thrusts a finger right into my pussy. A place no man has ever touched before.

Fuck, as he strokes over my swollen clit, a burst of wetness flows from me, and he smiles. Arousal pushes fear aside when he leans forward and takes my nipple into his mouth. I feel like I’m going to lose my mind when he sucks my nipple and starts pumping into my pussy with his thick fingers.

“Dirty girl. You’re so tight and wet for me,” he husks. “You like my fingers in your tight, wet cunt, don’t you?”

“No,” I lie, and we both know my answer for a lie.

The wicked, sinful smile on his face tells me he does.

“Yes, Malyshka. Knowing you want me will make things easier for you.”

“I don’t want you,” I argue. It’s the wrong thing to say, but I need to tell him. It feels important to me that he knows I don’t want him or any of this. “I would never want you.”

Instead of looking offended, he looks amused.

“Is that right, Malyshka?” He speeds up his pumps and chuckles when I moan.

“Yes,” I grate out. “Whatever you take from me won’t be with my consent.”

“Do I look like an honorable man to you, princess?”

“No.”

“Good, so don’t make that mistake of thinking I am. I don’t care about such things, and I take what I want no matter if the person gives it or not. You, though, you’re special. I’m going to break you so badly, you’ll want me eventually. Then you’ll beg me.”

“Fuck you,” I bark mindlessly, not being able to catch myself before the defiance tumbles from my lips.

He laughs again with surprise this time. “Oh, I do plan to fuck you, and you will enjoy it.”

“No,” I protest.

“Yes, Malyshka.”

Before I can try to protest again, he adds another finger into my passage and pumps harder, assaulting my clit. Raw pleasure slams into me, robbing me of breath. The pleasure that roils within me assaults my virgin body, and I moan out so loudly I know the men outside must hear me. I’m so lost in his touch that I don’t care, and I want the taste of insanity he’s pushing me toward.

He keeps finger-fucking me, and I arch my back as I come hard on his fingers.

I writhe against his fingers, realizing only now I’m holding on to him. Gripping on to his wide, powerful mass of shoulders like I need him to survive.

Mikhail suddenly releases me, and I slump against the wall like a lifeless rag doll, my eyes landing on the big bulge of his cock pressing against his pants.

“On your knees now, princess,” he orders. “It’s time to give you your first lesson in pleasuring me.”

As soon as he starts undoing his belt buckle, I know what he wants me to do.

“Have you ever sucked a cock before?” he asks.

“No.”

“Fantastic. You can start with mine. I want those lips of yours around my cock. Get on your knees.”

My fear and helplessness are what make me obey. My knees hit the floor, and I feel like I’m on autopilot.

When Mikhail shoves his pants down his hips, unveiling his massive cock, all I can do is stare at it.

It’s not the first I’ve seen one because Felipe and his friends were all so disgusting. But seeing Mikhail’s so thick, long, and erect with pre-cum beading at the tip of the bulbous mushroom head does something different to me.

It arouses me. And that’s something that makes me feel ashamed of myself. It’s bad enough I just came at his forceful touch, and against my will.

But this…

I should feel nothing.

“Suck,” he growls, and once again I obey.

The cold marble on the floor seeps into my knees as I grip the base of his cock and open my mouth to lick off the pre-cum first. I then take the rest of his length into my mouth, and he starts pumping. Slow then fast and faster, giving me a prelude to what it will feel like when he’s inside me.

I don’t know what the hell I’m doing or if I’m even doing it right, but I do it.

His fingers lace through my hair, and he cups the back of my head so he can fuck my face faster.

I suck his plundering length, feeling myself growing wet again and my nipples tightening from the wildness of this.

All the blood inside me heats to a boiling point when he groans and starts muttering whole sentences in Russian. He pushes deeper into my throat, and I gag. Instinctively, I pull away, but he fists my hair in his large hands and forces me back to take him. Tears tip over the edge of my eyes, but he doesn’t stop fucking my face, and something primal calls to me from deep inside that craves his harsh treatment.

When his cock stiffens, a savage growl tears from his throat and the spray of hot cum hits the back of mine.

Salty and thick. That’s what it feels like. And there’s a taste embedded within it that I think tastes of sex—to me it does. Maybe I’m right.

I don’t get the chance to mull over it any more than that because he catches my face and lifts my jaw up with his cock still set in my mouth and cum inside.

“Swallow,” he commands.

I do, allowing the essence of him to slide down my throat. As it works its way down to my stomach, I feel like a mark of ownership has just been placed on me from having that piece of him inside me.

He pulls out his cock, and when I watch him tuck himself back into his pants, a sense of relief washes over me.

The moment of passion shatters, however, when his eyes darken and he reaches down to grab my arm so hard I think he might yank it off. His nostrils flare, and I gasp as he stands me up then shoves me against the wall, pinning my hands above my head so I can’t move.

Jesus. What’s he going to do to me now?

“Do not look so relieved, princess. I still plan to fuck your brains out, just not while you smell of the blood of my enemies.”

My whole body starts shaking. I can’t help myself. I don’t think I could even if I tried.

The desire in his eyes that was there only seconds ago is gone, and what I see now is hate. Hate for the woman he thinks I am. He’d never know that Adriana and I were polar opposites, as different from each other as night and day.

“You reek of that blood, Adriana Alvarez. Inside and out.” He gets up in my face. “It will be a reminder of who you are and what your father did to me. I will make sure you suffer for it.”

“But I didn’t do anything,” I stutter. That’s not fear talking this time; it’s my instinct to survive.

“It doesn’t fucking matter. You will still pay, and may God help you when I’m done with you, because I won’t show you any mercy.” He glares at me. “My rules are as follows, Malyshka: displease me, and I will punish you; defy me, and I’ll punish you; try anything stupid like escaping, and I will punish you. However, if you fuck with me or my plans for the cartel, I will kill you. Do you understand me?”

My God, he’s a ruthless animal. I’m shaking so much I can barely open my mouth.

“Yes.”

“Good girl. Now go and get clean. Make sure you’re ready to head to New York in the morning.”

“New York?”

“Your new home.”

He backs away, and I process his words—all of them.

I watch him go, and the moment the door closes, I sink back to the floor, naked and shaking.

This survival is only temporary. All I’ve done is bought myself more time on this earth.

But I don’t think I’m actually going to survive this.

I don’t think he’s going to allow me to.