Chapter 17 Lethal
AXEL
For as far back as I could remember, I've never done anything, not even the slightest and smallest thing that went against what I was supposed to do.
I've always done what was expected of me.
Trained to become the best physical fighter I've ever met, yes, I put my body through all that shit to get there.
Become detached and take lives without flinching, yes, I did that too. Heck, I had my first kill at 8 when most kids were still trying to cram the multiplication table.
I worked with a team and tracked down a snitch when I was just 12.
I became a mastermind, someone to be feared, someone ruthless and dangerously lethal in the mafia world before I even became legal.
I've been doing what was expected of me and even more to prove myself because I needed to prove myself worthy of being an Ivanov. I was a whore's son after all and dad brought me in when he already had his heir so I needed to be better than Avan at all costs. Not that that takes so much hard work anyway, but Roman was a dickhead who values parties and girls more than the mafia. I love girls just as much but they'd always be my second priority. I've never seen girls as more than a means of release and pleasure since I did it the first time with our maid's daughter when I was fourteen.
She had allowed me to eat her cunt out till it was sore and she kept urging me for more. She was the first person who sucked my cock and I loved it so much that I shot my load immediately after her wet tongue touched the tip. She was the one that allowed me to experiment and know so much about sex and become crazy about it and that's it, that's the one thing I've always seen girls for, sex, release, physical intimacy, and crazy fucking.
I know I was going to get married one day, out of duty and definitely not out of love because sooner or later, there'd be a marriage proposition to form a new or strengthen an already existing alliance and if my future wife turns out to be a firecracker in bed, then I'd be faithful to her because her purpose is to spread her legs and let get pleasured in the process of of pleasuring her and also bear my kids.
I know that sounds a bit bad but I'm no saint. I'm in the mafia, I grew up in the mafia and I've seen how it works.
My wife would be lucky to get a faithful husband because that shit is as rare as finding a mafia man who has never held a gun.
But I wasn't even thinking about that because it wasn't something that'd happen anytime soon.
I was thinking about Lisa Volkov and how crazy, how absolutely crazy she had driven me in less than 20 days since I got to know about her existence.
Damn! That girl was as hot as hell, she was a temptation that'd belly every en the devil himself. I wanted her immediately. She stepped out of the crowd that day to challenge me and my first thought as she was approaching was how absolutely she was, how it'd be like to peel her clothes off her body after the other, to have her naked and writhing and begging...
But then I realized who she was and the enmity and hatred took over and the way she had talked to me had annoyed me so much that it was such a miracle I didn't snap her head into two. She was someone who lived up to the reputation of being a Volkov and she did a good job getting under my skin and annoying the fuck out of me.
I thought the hatred had taken over and it'd completely override whatever lustful feelings I have for her but it takes seeing her in class, dressed in all those baggy clothes enough to fit ten people to have the lustful feeling coming back. She wasn't even exposing anything, she was so covered up that I couldn't even see her neck, and yet, I had wanted her, I had wanted her so much that my cock throbbed and strained at the sight of her.
I still hated her quite alright, I'd always hate her and the hatred made me want to fuck her in a particular way I've never fucked anyone, I've never even thought of fucking anyone. It made me want to fuck her hard, wild, primitive, and lethal, it made me want to fuck her to show her that she was at my mercy, that I could break and bend her, that I could have her begging and pleading and writhing at my mercy. It made me want to fuck her to show her that she should reserve her bitchiness to the men she could put a hole i their heads to.
The hatred made me want to fuck her to put her in place and that thought was oddly comforting and way too erotic it made my cock harder just thinking about it.
But I wasn't going to act on it, there was no way I could act on it not because Lisa wouldn't want to. Heck, the bitch craves me just as much as I crave her. I've seen it in her eyes the two times we've gotten into very close proximity, I've felt it in her body and her breathing.
She wanted me just as much as I wanted her and we both hated it, we both hated ourselves for it, we both hated that we couldn't control our bodies with our brains.
And that damned dare task.
I should have never done it but I've never been the one to shy away from a challenge especially when Lisa has been teasing and tethering me over the edge of insanity all that.
She had kept her eyes on me as she took off that jacket, her fingers popping each button with a calculativeness that sent my head reeling. I couldn't tear my eyes off her movement, couldn't stop following each button till everything faded into the back of my mind and everybody disappeared and it was just me and her and she was taking that jacket off to bare her body to me.
And when she finally took the jacket off, I couldn't help the audible sigh that escaped through my lips at the red tube top she had on, she covered her boobs but was transparent enough to show the lacy red bra she had on, to show the cleavage and that damned skin that was left exposed on her lower abdomen.
I was rock hard with just the sight of the tube top.
It became even harder with her little performance on the strip pole and I was oddly annoyed that every guy in the pub was leering at her body greedily.
I wanted to make her pay for the little show she put on while taking off her jacket but I couldn't do that without bending her over and yanking her clothes off.
And that was one thing I'd never do.
The dare nearly... No, it did mess up with my head. It was supposed to just be a hickey. I could have easily just bitten her on a spot in her neck so she'd feel the pain and I'd get the dare done but the minute I buried my head in the crook of her neck, I lost.
She smelt just like I thought she would, vanilla and citruses because I've gotten a whiff during the few times her body was pressed against me but smelling her up close made me so fucking ravenous, made me kiss her gently on her neck, made my tongue trace a line on a spot that was always the most sensitive part on a girl's neck.
And that gasp, that soft gasp had completely tethered me over the edge and Lisa did the most unexpected thing, she tilted her head sideways to give me better access and I stilled.
Because that was the fucking last thing that I expected her to do.
I clamped my teeth down on that sensitive spot to give her the hickey, something I should have done instead if setting her in the mood and that whimper of pain and pleasure and the way she buckled slightly beneath my hand as I subconsciously started trailing a line towards her upper thigh made me move back.
Before I lose my mind before I lose all sense of reasoning and drag her out of there to fuck her as I've badly wanted to do since I saw her.
I returned to my seat with the praises of the other volunteers and drowned two glasses of martini in a go to rid myself of the thoughts in my brain.
It was just a neck kiss but it felt so much more than that. Lisa's responsiveness was surreal. Her moans and gasps and whimpers... Heck, it should have been fake because who responds to just getting their neck kissed that much? But it wasn't fake, I've been with girls who fake their screams and whimpers like porn stars so much that I recognize the pattern. They've always thought faking screams and moans was a turn-on but it was such a huge turnoff. I never wanted a screaming girl who was screaming just for the sake of it, I wanted a screaming girl who was screaming because she was feeling it.
And God! Lisa Volkov seemed to be that type of girl. Knowing the girl, I was sure she'd never want me to know that she was getting that pleasure from my mouth. I was sure she tried to hold back and if she had gasped and moaned and whimpered and buckled that much despite her holding back, how would it have felt if she wasn't holding back?
How much more would she have gasped and whimpered if my mouth was buried in the most intimate part of her body?
Not like I was ever going to find out. I was never going to find out because I had no intention of acting on my desires.
I've always been a logical person and I've never been a nuisance and I wasn't going to start to become one because of an enemy.
So that night, I picked a girl up to rid me of the thoughts of Lisa Volkov but everything about her was wrong. I couldn't even get into a foreplay with her not to talk of fucking her. Eventually, I sent her
away and worked myself to a release with my hands.
With one particular blonde-haired girl in my mind.
Lisa Volkov.