Chapter 13

This man is like a drug messing with my brain and my desires. I enjoy feeling his power and his persistent and acidic touch. My body goes into a frenzy that hallucinates my mind.

" I feel your pheromone and it fascinates me, I want you Tatyana! — Samuel confesses, with a soft and predatory voice.

His pupils dilate, his face blushes and I can feel his heartbeat accelerate through my hand resting on his chest. He kisses my lips and penetrates his large and robust member slowly, joining our warm bodies in a delicious and sensual movement.

Samuel thrusts cautiously, showing affection. Enough to make me desire his perverse and naughty side. Abruptly the mobster gets up and puts me on all fours on the bed, his hands possessively running over my ass. The merciless man kisses every mark he left and holds my hips tightly.

Before he takes my body again, he takes a butt plug from his briefcase and slides it into the crack of my ass. The cold object passes through my pussy and slowly rises until it reaches my diamond ring. Samuel slides the small accessory into my anus. He turns on the control and leaves it on vibration mode.

Samuel gets on his knees and inserts his cock into my pussy, thrusting brutally. He holds the whip and with each crack that the leather makes on my skin, pleasure spreads throughout my body.

His thick and robust cock begins to throb. The anal plug stimulates my anus, sending powerful sensations, making me moan and want to cum. Samuel discards the whip and holds my hips tightly, his body becomes rigid and tense, ready to surrender to this moment. Our bodies intertwine completely and together we cum, numb with desire. His hot liquid slides down my pussy and his body falls on mine. I remove the anal plug, allowing my body to weaken and faint on the soft mattress. The insatiable man lies down next to me while my legs tremble with pleasure and weakness. Samuel seems thoughtful while his chest expands, catching the air. His arms wrap around me, allowing my head to rest on his warm chest. I kiss his skin tenderly and he slides his hand through my hair, inhaling the sweet fragrance that exudes from the strands. His voice comes out as a passing whisper, making me shiver with each word.

" I want you! I don't know exactly why! Every hour I spend thinking about you makes me more fascinated to know you. I don't just want to have you in my bed, I want more. — he confesses and I snuggle up to his body.

I allow myself to feel his vulnerability. Could he be the same Samuel Colt as before? I breathe deeply, inhaling the scent of his sweaty skin. I kiss his muscular chest again and bring my face towards his. He grabs me fiercely and his tongue sucks mine with fervor. I feel that the arrogant man begins to take up a huge space in my mind and I can't give in to this feeling, not completely. When we are together, it seems like he wants to show his essence. As if he wanted to remove his mask of arrogance and show himself for real. I may be naive for always believing that we all have a good side to be explored. I wanted to answer him, but I don't know what the ideal answer would be so as not to make him back down.

"Was what he went through really capable of destroying his inner light? When he caught me with John, was he enraged by his brother defying him or by seeing me in his arms? Is it possible for a renegade soul to have redemption? Samuel Colt came into my life to change everything I understood about love. A man who seemed strong and convinced of his values. Could this dark angel be saved? Could I be capable of changing everything he believes in? I could say that I hate him for his evil and authoritarian ways... for controlling people, but I can't judge him, not until I meet him. That night changed everything I thought I knew about him. The pain, the lies, his constant desire to dominate, to be respected and acclaimed. An empty, lost soul, wandering alone in the darkness. Samuel Colt knows that he makes all my bones burn when he looks at me. He's sick like a cancer that slowly spreads through my body, but how can this man suit me so much?" I think.

My gaze fixes on the neon lights on the ceiling. I can see them blurring my vision, leading me to a deep, hallucinatory sleep.

***

The morning comes, and I wake up in my room. As I turn over in bed, I feel a faint ache lingering in my body. I could feel bad, but all I feel is satisfaction from the night I spent with Samuel. I remember the intense lashes, the fierce kiss, his husky voice in my ear, and, at that moment, a shiver runs through my skin as I recall his greatness. I startle when I hear a voice speaking to me.

"Good morning, Miss Tatyana. Mr. Colt asked me to leave these clothes here!" says Maria, placing the garments hanging on the closet door.

"For what, Maria?"

"He said that today you need to be dressed to receive the members of the Brotherhood," she concludes, leaving through the door and closing it.

I just agree internally; I have no other choice. But my mind wonders—what could the Brotherhood be? Some kind of assassin cult?

I approach the closet and examine the clothes. One is a short gray dress with a plunging neckline, and the other is a black set with an abstract print. I choose the gray dress and put it on calmly, pairing it with turquoise heels and letting my long hair down. I head downstairs for breakfast and carefully sit in a chair. The Colt dining room is enormous, with wine-colored walls, a ceiling framed with three aligned chandeliers, and a polished oak table beneath them. The house has an inexplicable emptiness, and for a moment, my heart warms when I see John walk in.

"Good morning, Taty!"

"Good morning! I'm so sorry about the gunshot. Are you in a lot of pain?" I ask, saddened.

"It's sore, but our doctor, Zima Lensky, removed the lodged bullet during the night." John sits beside me, rubbing his hands together.

He seems nervous and eager to tell me something, but before he can speak, I see Adam walking through the door. I abruptly rise from my chair and approach him to hug him. Adam kisses my cheek affectionately while holding me tightly against his body.

"I missed you, my golden girl!"

My nostalgic moment is interrupted by heavy footsteps stopping stealthily beside me. I tilt my head and see a large, imposing man. His face is square, his skin fair, his eyes blue, his hair gray, and his expression radiates pure hatred and impatience.

"Let’s start this private meeting before everyone arrives!" he orders, his gaze making a thorough and unpleasant inspection of my body. "Is this the girl you introduced to Samuel?" the man asks Adam in a dry, cold tone.

"Yes, Mr. Pavel."

Pavel walks to the table and sits at the head with an air of supremacy. His commanding presence is overwhelming, from his footsteps to the scent emanating from his body—a fragrance that reeks of malice.