Chapter 41 - In the Enemy's Bed

Chapter 41 - In the Enemy's Bed
~ Daniella ~

With Erik with me, I didn’t care much where we were. Even the fact that we were in Nikola’s bedroom. His bed. His sheets. His all. It didn’t affect me and it seemed Erik didn’t mind too.

My legs still looped around his waist when he crossed the space and guided us to the foot of the bed. There, he laid me, but I didn’t climb up. I just stayed at the edge, lying but with my knees bent and legs spread to receive him.

With one knee forward, he joined me, lining himself on my body and stooping low to lap on my heaving chest.

I shoved aside his suit jacket and slipped my hands inside his abdomen to feel those hard, flexing muscles. Yes, I would have wanted to make love with him totally naked, but we were still playing with fire, under the enemy’s roof and in the enemy’s cold bed. In just a push of the door, we could be found out and I know it would be a bloody result.

So, I just set myself contented with feeling for his body amidst the pants, the tie and the shirt. But Erik, oh no, he couldn’t be more dangerous. He wanted me stripped because he suddenly straightened me up and pulled my off-shoulder blouse in one motion.

“Erik,” I wanted to complain, but he looked at me with eyes that bore no regret in what he had done.

“Did he touch you here?” he asked darkly, brushing past the tip of my brassiere with his knuckles where my nipples lay.

I shivered at it and my tits, oh yes, they hardened automatically.

Shaking my head and biting my lip was the only thing I could give him as a response.

“Good, because these breasts are mine. Your body is mine. All of you are mine,” he proclaimed and then pushed me back to lie on the mattress.

We kissed again, exchanging a ceremony of tongue twists and turns until we were breathless. Along with it, Erik’s hands crawled up my brassiere and unhooked the front clasps. My awaiting breasts spilled free, pink and full for him to take.

And he did, first palming them with both of his warm hands and then with his eager mouth, licking it, wetting it, biting the tips.

I arched my back and although I wanted a silent sex, a delighted moan escaped from my lips.

“Daniella, louder. Moan for me,” he ordered against the valley of my breasts without concern that someone might hear; without concern that we will get caught.

I bit my bottom lip again and looked at him with half-lidded eyes.

“Erik, please don’t torture me,” I expressed, completely flushed.

He smirked. “You know I am not.”

“Ah!”

I shouted as I felt him thoroughly suckle the whole of my nipple.

A delirious wave of sensation came over me. My head felt light, my limbs felt limp, and I felt myself turning into a big ball of fire.

And this wasn’t even the best part yet.

His hands moved down from my breasts to my waist. He worked on opening the zipper of my slacks just as he worked his mouth on sucking the sister mount.

I was so engrossed with his titillation that I didn’t notice the garment stop at my ankles.Goodness, he didn’t even have a hard time pulling it down.

I shook both legs twice and the slacks fell on the floor without a problem.

Erik straightened himself up, pulled the jacket out, threw it above my head and unbuttoned his shirt just as we held our desirous gazes.

“Your underwear is dripping,” he announced, making me blush my deepest red.

With the little strength in my arms, I pushed myself up and brought my face to level his neck, “Don’t state the obvious, Niko--lai,” I slurred the last syllable of his name and smirked at him.

He smirked back, darkly, and continued on taking out his tie and unbuttoning the last of the buttons.

When his torso came into view, I couldn’t help myself but press my hands on them. It was a delightful contact, especially when my fingers molded well with his pecs.

Erik truly is the most beautiful male specimen I have ever seen.

He let out a deep groan when I traced and licked one dusky nipple.

“Suck on it, Sweet Rose,” he commanded and it couldn’t have been sexier.

With my tongue darting out, I enveloped one taut peak and sucked on it just as he said.

He released another deep groan, closing his eyes as I observed his blissful face.

Unabashed, I sought for his manhood, wrapping half of it around my right palm and tightening.

It seemed it was beyond his limit because he suddenly swooped down, pushed me lightly and claimed my mouth.

I whimpered when he, without warning, dipped two fingers inside my underwear.

Tingles fired all over my body when he specifically played with the center bud. In response, I grabbed his pants’ button and opened it in one go, spilling free his rigid c0ck.

Erik released my mouth and trailed kisses on my neck again.

“Ride me,” he whispered against my ear. I automatically whimpered a “Yes.”

He helped me out of the underwear first, sliding it out of one leg before arranging himself on the mattress; his black pants half-pulled on his knee.

I felt a sense of dominion when I straddled him, legs spread and his erection in full view. We have done this before, yes, yesterday, in his chamber, but not like this. Definitely not like this when danger was just standing a door away.

Worry was the last thing on my mind though. At the moment, impaling myself with his c0ck, meeting him thrust for thrust and riding our wave of orgasm together were my only focus. The issue of Nikola and his father can be dealt with later.

Once again, I palmed his erection with both of my hands. He reacted by releasing a throaty groan.

“Come,” he said, drowning me in his passionate gaze.

Biting my lip, I shifted up and aligned myself on the twitching head. He secured me in place, putting his hands on my waist and then guided me down south.

I cried. He cried. We both cried as we felt the fullness of it.

“Fuck, fuck,” he cursed, not with displeasure but with delight.

“Erikhhh,” I bucked and met his euphoria-painted face as I undulated my hips once.

He squeezed my behind and helped me start the rhythm.

“Yes, that’s it. Lovely,” he complimented against my forehead and then swooped in to ravish my mouth.

We did this for many a gracious minutes until I inhaled sharply when he pinched my swollen, nerve-ending loaded bud.

“Erik!” I cried, narrowing my eyes at him.

He grinned and then in a sudden move, brought me to crouch on the mattress with my palms and knees pressed on the bed sheet.

The absence of him inside me was disappointing, but it was just temporary for he inserted it again with much force.

“Ah!” I gasped.

He brought me upright and pistoned again.

“Ah!”

“Easy, Sweet Rose. You’re going to strain your voice,” he chuckled behind my ear.

“Ni-ko-laiii...” I gritted my teeth in mock anger.

He ignored it, making a sexy chuckle before locking his mouth on my nape. Then, he drove again, and again, and again; hitting my insides agonizingly slow but fucking deliriously hard.

I was breathing deeply as he groped a hand on my right breast and the other, focused on playing the walls of my pus$y. I could hardly care if someone really did hear us. Erik was that too good to muddle my sense of reality.

When we reached our climax, it was earth-shattering, no matter how cliché the word would sound. It consumed us. It seared us. It brought us to Seventh Heaven and back.

He huffed and panted behind me as he pressed his mouth on my right shoulder and his arms enveloping me. I was the same too, weak kneed and all lightheaded, overlapping my arms on his as I relaxed against his chest.

We were silent for awhile; just catching our breathing when all of a sudden, worry seeped inside me. “Do you think that the guard heard us?” I asked.

“Let him, I don’t care,” was his clipped answer. His semi-erection was still embedded inside me and right then and there, I felt it twitch, the only evidence that he wasn’t concerned if Carlos really did jump inside. “He’ll be dead the moment he steps inside anyway.”

From my peripheral vision, I saw the silver gun tucked inside his jacket. Figures.

“Thank you Daniella,” he then whispered tenderly near my ear.

I arched a brow. “For what?”

By this time, my pulse had calmed down, my breathing had partially returned to normal, but I felt a semi orgasm when he slowly pulled his c0ck out of my walls. Shit. The feeling was just sinfully good.

He raised his head and moved to kiss my temple. “For this. For making love with me.”

My heart instantly swelled. “Erik, I’m yours,” I said without hesitation.

“I know,” he answered quietly. “But this means a lot to me. It’ll be war soon. Your love is all I have to keep me safe.”

I swallowed a good lump in my throat thinking of what’s ahead of us. “Erik...”

Would it be a happy ending? Or would it end in tears? The thought made me shut my eyes and inhale deeply. God, I dearly hope the former.

“Marry me.”

Rapidly, my lids fluttered open.

“Huh?” I turned to my right and looked at him in confusion. Did he just ask me to marry him?! Oh my God!

“I know that Nikola made you his fiancée in order to rile me up, but before any man can truly ask you this, I’m proposing first. Daniella Émile Rosecraft, will you be my bride?”

Since we were already kneeling, there wasn’t a need to do the traditional, but picture this: we were in post-coital bliss, his fly was down revealing his member, he was shirtless and downright sexy. I, on the other hand, had my white underwear still looped in my left ankle, my breasts free and exposed, my hair unkempt and my lips swollen red. Is this the best situation ever for a marriage proposal? I don’t know, but I couldn’t ask for any other.

However, something about all of this didn’t sit on me well.

With my lips trembling, I shifted to face him and palmed his cheeks.

“Erik, I love you,” I said it finally and in response, he curved a smile. “Of course I want to be your bride, but don’t do this.”

“Do what?” he seemed worried suddenly.

“It is as if you’re going to leave me a lonely bride,” my voice quaked, thinking of how bad the timing of his proposal was.

Oh why do I have to ruin the moment now?!

“Daniella, don’t you shed your tears,” he stated, consoling me by kissing my forehead. I closed my eyes and basked in the gentleness of it.

I wanted him to promise me that everything will be okay. That we will pass this big of a hurdle in front of us and come out alive. I wanted him to do that but God, no. I don’t want to hear the words ‘undying love’ and ‘til death do us part’ with it. No, no.

My lips trembled so much that I had to shift my face away from him, but he cupped my chin, raised my head and kissed me. Kissed me with the same passion as those many others we had before but now, it was filled with an unspoken promise of our life ahead.

It was enough to calm my uneasy heart.

“Come, let’s get you clothed. We will escape from here,” he stated when he withdrew.

“Right,” I wiped the little tear that had escaped from my eye and sat on the edge of the bed.

Erik gathered my clothes for me while I righted my underwear.

Obviously, it seemed that no one actually heard my moans earlier because Carlos didn’t show himself and Nikola didn’t barge in with a gun.

If fate had granted us luck, I hope that it will continue until the end of this night because we seriously needed it.

“Vincent and the others will be here soon,” Erik informed in front of me while he adjusted his suit jacket. “This house will turn into flames then, so make sure you stay close to me.”

I shivered, not only because a vision of this grand mansion on fire popped out of my head but also because I felt the iciness in his voice. This side of him I know would only surface whenever the situation commands it. This situation we are dealing with right now is life and death for us, so it was only fitting.

“Oh! Oh!” my eyes blinked a couple of times, suddenly remembering something of value to him. “Erik, there’s something I have to tell you!”

“What is?” he cocked his brow and helped me up.

“Luca, he is a traitor!” I proclaimed.

I actually thought that he would show a surprised face but he didn’t.

“Yes, I figured it as much,” he replied, setting his lips in a hard line.

“You do?” I was taken aback.

“Yeah, since he disappeared this morning. Something didn’t add up with everything that has happened in the Club so far. It felt like someone was pulling strings. Luca fitted the exact bill on all my suspicion.”

“But the others, do they know?” I asked to which he only gave me an uncertain expression.

“I’m hoping they noticed it too. I wasn’t able to tell them about my conclusion because I hurried to reunite with my father for you.”

“Oh God,” my stomach lurched. This was all messed up.

“Come, Daniella. We only got little time left.”

Hand in hand, we hurried out of the bedroom and into the receiving room. The whole time we did so, a question nagged on me so I threw it to him before we reached the main door.

“Erik, how? How were you able to enter here?”

He smirked, somehow finding my question amusing. “I was able to fool my guide earlier,” he started. “First, I asked her where Nikola’s chamber was and when she pointed it to me, I picked the bedroom that was closest to it. When she left, I sneaked in and waited for you.”

“Oh,” was my only reply. So convenient of him.

Then, he placed a finger in his mouth to silence me and gestured to the door.

Of course. First things first, we had an immediate obstacle to pass and it was Carlos.

“Stay here and be silent,” he instructed near my ear, placing me against the wall near the door while he continued on with his plan.

I nodded with my heart beating fast and my hands tightly clasped on each other.

Slowly, he turned the knob open and moused behind the buff Carlos who looked as oblivious as a pig to be butchered.

In my line of sight and hearing, I saw the man fell down with just one sweep of Erik’s leg. I heard him groan in pain then when he also twisted his neck.

I blinked hard.

Two things chilled me to the bone upon seeing it. First was the fact that it was my first time seeing a murder and a man dead. Second and the more alarming of the two was the heartless expression in Erik’s face. He looked as if he enjoyed every second of taking the man’s life.

Is this why he termed himself a monster? Oh God.

He dragged the lifeless body inside the room by the ankles. Then, he straightened and looked at me with apologetic eyes.

“I’m sorry you need to see that,” he said and my heart sank, pitying him.

“Erik, its fine. I’m okay.” I strode towards him and gathered his hands in my chest. “Your hands give me warmth. Your hands give me pleasure. Your hands protect me and keep me safe. Don’t worry, I don’t see you a monster at all.”

His expression lightened. “Thank you, my Sweet Rose.”

I nodded and smiled, reaching for his face then so that I could give him a maiden’s kiss of gratitude.

~ Erik ~

Being in a huge mansion, there was no way that we’d be able to escape the premises without finding ourselves lost first, so with that in mind, I had no other choice but to try the main hallway directly.

Surprisingly, it was devoid of any goons, allowing us an easier run, but as we neared the drawing room that we had been earlier, we slowed and cautiously hid ourselves.

“What’s this? The prodigal son gets to have all the honor?” I heard someone say. It was from my twin. Although I wasn’t like a prodigal, I knew he was referring to me. Peeping on the open door, I saw him and Hyde’s back to me while Sergio -my father- sat on a wingback sofa; his body semi-facing the doorway.

The room was lit with the chandelier’s yellow light - quite a stark contrast to the dim hallway we were in - but it was more than enough for me to see that they were in a serious mood.

“Don’t think of it that way, Nikola. You will still head the rest of our brotherhood,” Sergio stated, his hands resting on his cane like a King would with his sword.

“But I want Iopata! All of it! I don’t want to share it with others, especially with my twin!” he raged. This displeased the old man judging from the firm scowl he produced.

“You really are a stubborn man,” he muttered and went to stand up.

“Don’t you think that I didn’t notice?” Nikola continued, allowing me to revel on their argument.

“Notice what?”

“Since you had your men abduct Nikolai in the convent, you had your eyes on him. Don’t think that I don’t know you prefer him over me.”

I grinned. Of course, I noticed this too. Although Sergio didn’t show himself throughout my training with Hyde, I felt that he had a soft spot for me. It was Hyde who told me the fact that I had a twin, Nikola, and he used to tell me that I was better than him. That I was faster, stronger, more vile and has more potential for destruction - something that my father liked.

Wisely, when I showed myself to Sergio as the long-lost Nikolai Svaneti, I used his soft spot for me to work my way into his trust. I never expected that this would irk my twin. I never expected that he would harbor a personal vendetta to me.

Tsk, like I would care.

“You are twins, I have no preference,” my thoughts broke off when Sergio said that, but I knew this didn’t convince his fuming son.

“Nikola, just tell your father about Erik,” Hyde stepped in and patted his shoulder.

“Huh!” I saw Nikola shove the hand away. “Even if I did, it wouldn’t change a thing,” I heard and from my line of sight, I saw him grab something in his back.

“Son, you should understand that Nikolai has better potential to—”

And bang.

The sound of gunfire resounded in the air. Daniella gasped together with it and I felt her hand tighten in mine. I gave her a quiet shook of my head and released a deep breath.

“Shut the fuck up old man,” was Nikola’s furious statement.

And then I heard gunshots again. Four of them, continuous. I may not know what body part it was pointed but I had great fate it was meant for Sergio Svaneti still.

I saw Daniella cover her mouth to stifle another gasp. I clenched my teeth. This must be really traumatic for her.

“Rid of the body, Hyde,” I heard Nikola instruct, voice absent of any emotion, and when I peeked again, I saw the limp form of my father still sitting in the sofa but bathed in blood.

“Yes, but was that really necessary?” Hyde commented, somewhat sounding lost.

“I’m done with him. It’s my rule now. I won’t let my brother take it away from me,” my twin answered without remorse. He turned to the side and I saw his profile lit with hatred and anger.

“Huh, if only your father had seen you now. All this time, he thinks of you as a softie,” Hyde scoffed.

“Then he was mistaken,” Nikola raised the gun to his face and in his twisted moment, licked the barrel slowly.

I saw Hyde smile with full wickedness at this.

“I’m done here. Next is Daniella and my brother,” my twin stated whilst tucking the gun in his back. “Get Nikolai from his room and have him tied up in the torture room. Let him wait there because I need to fuck that woman first.”

My hand holding the silver gun tightly clenched when I heard it.

Hyde stood at the back of Sergio’s seat and remarked in surprise, “You really had taken a liking with Ms. Rosecraft huh?”

Nikola snorted audibly. “You know what they say, twins always love the same woman.”

I wrinkled my nose in displeasure and glanced at Daniella who gave me a worried face. She heard it all. She heard what Nikola planned to do.

In an attempt to soothe her, I brought our clasped hands near my lips and kissed the tips of her fingers.

“I won’t allow him to touch you, I swear,” I whispered low.

She opened her mouth to speak but before she could, I raised my gun to stop her. Footsteps were coming our way and I was sure it was Nikola’s.

Daniella gave me a look of alarm then and in her orbs, I saw two options. Either I fight my twin the moment he steps out of the door or she and I retreat in another hallway.

I chose neither though because as if on cue, a loud explosion coming from the north face of the mansion sounded.

I smirked, knowing it came from Enrique’s helicopter short-range missile.

Inside the drawing room, I heard Nikola cuss in Russian.

Tightly, I locked my hand with Daniella’s own and sprinted towards the grand staircase before he or Hyde or his men could reach us.