Anatoli
By the gods, Avrora Galitze is fucking beautiful.
I don't know how the fuck I'm standing over her perfect naked body with her tits looking as ripe as they do and managing to restrain myself.
Me.
Me, whose primary hobby includes fucking, is bridling the beast inside that wants to ravage her body.
It would be so easy to bend her over the desk and fuck her senseless now that I have her all to myself. We're not in a room full of people, and she's not holding Mikhail's hand.
It's only us within the four walls of my bedroom and the savage force of wild attraction rippling between us.
But business first, then fucking when I see fit. Right now, I'll settle for my fascination with our attraction, and her fire, which extinguishes as she processes the fact that I have her father under my thumb and she will be my wife in five weeks.
"You're serious about marrying me?" Her voice is weaker now.
I've watched her go from strong to weak in a matter of minutes. The transition has been fascinating.
"I don't joke."
When her mouth opens and no words come out, I release her and step away. It's best that I do. I will fuck her, but not today. She doesn't have to know that,
though.
She can be afraid of me. That's perhaps the wisest thing for us both. Fear will keep her in line and me in check so I remember the role she plays.
When I allow my gaze to skim over her body, I realize keeping myself in check might be more difficult than I anticipated.
The Valkyrie folds her arms over her ample breasts and tries to close her legs tighter to hide her pussy, but it doesn't work. She could cover herself with the entire house, and it wouldn't wipe the memory of what she looks like from my mind.
Like the asshole I am, I feel another surge of triumph for getting one more thing over Mikhail. I've not only robbed him of his wedding and the legacy he thought he was going to have, but I've stripped his bride naked on the day he should have feasted on her, whether for the first time or not.
One look at her decadent body, and I'm sure there's no way she's a virgin, or that today would have been the first that Mikhail got to be with her. I'm sure my dear brother would have taken his fair share. And now I will.
Avrora will certainly be my entertainment in more ways than one. Until I'm done with her.
"Put on the clothes I got you and come downstairs. Ehlga will give you food."
She doesn't answer. She just stares at me, unmoving and unblinking, so I take one last look at the soft flesh of her fully rounded tits before I walk away.
I leave to regain control of my mind, and tamp down the temptation to tell her the truth about her father.
The clever girl figured out that this was personal. I kind of thought she would.
It would have been sweet to tell her that her father isn't the good person she thinks he is, but I'm walking away.
Sure, I need to protect my plans above everything. But I can see for myself that she's good and not like Uther.
I saw it in her fear as she begged for his life, and there was something about her pleas that evoked the last shreds of humanity in me.
Her innocence and love for her father is like that of a child. Learning a vile truth like what I have to share would be like death. Death of trust.
Maybe I like her just enough not to do that to heryet.
Or maybe it's more than that and it's me. Maybe these are all excuses and I'm not as ready as I thought I was to talk about what Uther did to me.
Right now I've told Avrora all she needs to know. Nothing else is important.
What's important is already happening. Today was a victory, and I have to take a moment to acknowledge that.
For Mom.
When I walk into the corridor, I release a haggard breath and adjust my cock so I'm not so obvious.
Ehlga is preparing dinner, but I asked her to make Avrora a snack if she goes down for food. I already know she most likely won't, so I've instructed Ehlga to bring food up later.
Later, when I'm not here.
Ehlga has been my custodian since I bought this house, but I've practically known her all my life. She's originally from Russia but lived in Denmark.
When Mom was killed, Leif hired her to look after me, so she became my guardian. She's the only other person apart from him whom I treat like family. As one of the people Leif trusted, she knows my story. Years ago, when I decided it was time to establish a base in Boston, I hired her.
Ehlga is not overly fond of Avrora being here because she knows whose daughter she is. But since she's always and ever loyal to me, she'll do what I need her to do.
I make my way downstairs to the study, where I find my crew waiting for me.
There's Jayce, Zane, and Gytha sitting around the table in the center. Well, Gytha is actually on the table with her legs crossed, the leather mini skirt she's wearing barely covering her panties. She has her slick black hair in a ponytail and is wearing bright red lipstick. She's my femme fatal assistant and has been other things, too, over the years.
We've all known each other for many years. Jayce and Zane are sons of two of Leif's men, so we've known each other since we were boys. I met Gytha years after when she was looking for the man who killed her father. I helped her get her retribution, and she's stayed with me since.
The four of us linked up as a team five years ago when I decided to set up my own company. I traffic items on the black market, but I've also covertly worked with Scarfoni Inc. for a number of years on their cargo ships. Nobody ever knew who I truly was because I worked under an alias.
I still plan to do so, without the alias. People will now know who I am and wonder why I still choose to get my hands dirty and live at sea for most of the year, but that's me.
The sailor. The perpetual God of the Sea. Like Poseidon.
While I'm away, the crew takes care of the other business. Jayce and Zane are the muscle and do everything I do. Gytha takes care of my clients, but more importantly, she's a hacker unlike any other I've known. She gets the dirt I need on people.
It was her who got the dirt I have on Uther and all the intel I needed on everyone else.
A smile spreads across her doll-like face as I pull up a chair and plant myself in it, looking at each of them. They all look happy. They should be. They all worked hard to make today possible.