Yurich I observe the map of the city exposed on the huge wall of the office, all the main points marked under our control, the growing irritation is a danger for men like me, especially in situations like this. This is no time to lose consciousness in the face of this invasion, an attack within my territory. I snap my fingers trying to put together the missing pieces to catch the traitors, but nothing but having a traitor within the organization goes through my mind, someone close enough to wreak havoc. I ignore her screams reverberating through the house even being bitten by this mosquito of indecision, why did you bring her here? "With a powerful throat like that I can bet you can swallow my cock." Dimitri’s voice only serves to annoy me, I do not answer his shit I do not feel like giving him more reasons for questions that I can not answer. I walk through the room and serve a generous drink before sitting on the leather sofa. My little brother follows my movements, taking away t
Yurich I hit my fingers against the glass table completely impatient, it’s been a month since I let that woman go, and I’m tormented by her voice while I sleep during the day keeping my eyes on the surveillance cameras of that hospital. I’m angry at myself for letting him go."I told you to keep it." "You look like a fucking parrot," I reply completely irritated. Sitting waiting for one of my biggest enemies in fucking Russia, my little brother still manages to be unbearable. The security detail inside this crappy restaurant is stronger than the White House. Somehow stupid Italians are infiltrating our lands like a plague. I had to find out if in other regions the same was happening, I found that Nabokov faces the same problems in the south of the country maybe it’s time to unite the sides and magnify the Bratva as sovereign. At least that’s what I hope, thinking about the doctor just disrupted the plans. The movement changes the moment the dark-haired and cold-eyed man enters th
LyanaI go back to the hospital after buying a full snack, I have the same feeling as days in which I am being observed, I recognize being with some kind of trauma but I do not feel like talking to someone or asking for help. From the moment I got out of the car being left in the center of the city near the red square, the disturbance in my psychological state has been growing tears started to fall I am always alone as a memory of the day I lost my mother. I enter the hospital through one of the access doors going towards the office, I feel afraid of the people around but mainly afraid to go to the emergency room and face that man again. I pretended to be sick as a plausible reason not to receive questions and due to my good care the head of the surgical ward was understandable.When I finally enter my room, I turn the key three times checking that it is locked, put the food on the table weighing the head between my hands releasing the air forcefully. When I close my eyes I can fee
Lyana His dark eyes as shine with the request I can see the relief that takes his face when he receives a chance to speak. I raise my hand to stop him from starting. "Listening to you doesn’t mean I’m forgiving you for all these years." I declare. The hurt inside my chest is something I do not know if I can undo even if my entire life is a lie invented by the two people I loved most. "I wonder how much it has hurt mostly me." He stares at mine as he runs his hand through his beard. "No, you do not have the notion of how much but mainly by my mother I will listen to what you have to say," I say firmly. He leans against the chair supporting his arms seems to analyze not only my words but every one of my gestures and expressions, today, I recall the way I always believed he knew everything about me, who was the most wonderful man in the world, and would always be present until he was not until his presence became a ghost and his words were missed. "Your mother had just finished her
LyanaI breathe deeply staring at the mirror, cheeks stained by makeup and thick cilia, pink lipstick next to the dark blue dress with a neckline forming a semi-heart leaving my bulky breasts even more marked. The waist is marked by a part of the velvety fabric making the fabric embrace my thick thighs. I wash my hands nervously seeking comfort in the fact that my father is next to me, but at no time besides these security guards I could all relax. I shake my head coming out of the bathroom and facing the tall man who finds out to be part of my security, during every moment was preparing at home for this dinner I was tempted to question where they were when I was kidnapped, but the fear of creating another problem was higher. The memory of the blood being shed and the cries of those men still steal a few minutes of my thoughts this is frustrating, I seek to keep my breath with my head down returning to the table, passing my hands through the fabric of the dress. I see Dad’s big hand,
Yurich The feeling of having a gun pointed against your head is never forgotten, in reality, it is insurmountable and for many, this kind of emotion is impossible to hold. The problem for men like me is to live both sides of the sensation, the one who has his head made of target and the one who holds the gun knowing that a measly blow on the trigger will open a huge hole in someone’s skull, making pieces of the brain splash against their face. The old man who will call himself my father-in-law, you know, is an old fox with a habit of hunting the stupidity of this dinner, is precisely for this, point the gun against my head and see how much I am willing to protect his daughter. If it was a boy, I’d probably end up pissing my pants, but I respect him. Already the woman who kept my mind terrified during recent times seems to have been haunted too and this feeling of victory is worth it. I raise my eyebrow to Nabukov who opens a scrotum smile when he starts reading. "The first part of
Lyana I need to hold my breath to keep my legs firm when I feel the warm touch of the satin fabric, still not quite understanding this feeling of disappointment after his words.I’m guided towards his car, before Dad gets in the way I open a smile that calms him down, and we talk about it. The conditions of what I need to live to achieve revenge against my mother’s death. On the one hand, I admit to being a little grateful for being a familiar face, but at the same time, I am lost amid these contradictions. Yurich makes sure to open the car door dismissing the driver who just accepts the order, his brother behind us carries a ladino smile when making a call, I imagine he will request the car itself. Oh my good God let even within this madness we live as two "normal" peopleI get into the car after the little prayer without losing the sparkle in his eyes, put on the seat belt, and grab the small bag as if it were my true salvation. Soon I will return to that dark mansion, I shudder w
YurickI need to control the urge to smile every minute I walk beside her, the feeling of victory in having her as my wife is inexplicable. Her calm gaze conveys a certain peace to my chest. We left the place towards the car, and when things happened too fast, I threw the body over Lyana to protect her I put my hand on the nape of her getting on the small body on the floor. Nureyev and Nabukov are in position shooting at the bastards, I can see the way they hit and other soldiers take orders to go after the bastards. "Lyana" I call her calmlyI move her body away from her a little too tense for not listening to her voice, the blood on the floor accumulating around her reaches an internal part that I imagined never to feel again, I feel fear.The lift in the arms little fucking me for what her father says, I get inside the car with my girl in the lap pressing the wound in the belly to stop the blood.Nabukov pushes my brother who sits in the back while the first starts driving through
YurichI hide the smile I want to display, moving slowly so that her attentive gaze follows every gesture. I take the bottle of liquid soap and pour enough onto the sponge to create bubbles. Not only that, but I raise an eyebrow, waiting for her permission. Lyana bites her lower lip, as she always does, and then she twists her hair into a bun that leaves her neck exposed. The permission I needed.I touch her soft skin gently, gliding the sponge along her back and returning to her shoulders. In a relaxed movement, she tilts her head back, exposing her full breasts, but her dark gaze carries a spark of challenge. I slide my hands down her bare torso, reaching the edges of her heavy breasts, caressing and gently squeezing, making her squirm.“I already told you that it’s not a good idea to challenge me,” I pronounce the same phrase against her right earlobe.She sighs, opening her eyes, and I smile to the side as I let go of the sponge. I caress her heavy breasts, trailing my fingers dow
Lyana I feel desire slipping between my thighs, and I’m dismayed at how something so dirty can be so luxurious. I sigh, running a hand over my face, and finally awaken from a sleep filled with the strangest dreams I’ve ever had.Not only that, but I see a woman I can’t recognize but who seems capable of embracing her desires, independent and sexy—something I don’t truly feel like. The smell of brewed coffee fills the room, and I sigh happily, reminded of my childhood in Rio de Janeiro: my mother preparing breakfast while my father would pull each of my toes until, unable to hold back, I’d start laughing from the tickling.I toss the comforter aside, and, eager, place my feet on the floor, only to cry out from the cold that seeps into every part of my body.“LYANA!” His deep, worried voice reaches me first.Moments later, I see his broad, bare shoulders covered in tattoos, just as they were in my dreams moments before.“I smelled the coffee and imagined I was back in Brazil, like in m
Lyana.My feet touch the polished wooden floor. The house is incredibly perfect, made of wood and glass, as if just these two elements were enough to create such a romantic environment. In the background, you can see the base of the snow-covered mountain, but inside it’s warm enough.I walk around a bit, admiring the modern touches of the decor, highlighting the fireplace and the wide sofa in front of a huge panel with a forty-inch TV. In the open space, a marble countertop makes the kitchen spacious and visible. I smile at the place, turning to face Yuri, but before I can say anything, I am silenced by his blue-eyed gaze.I swallow hard, biting my lips. The electricity conveyed by just a glance is enough to understand that there is no reason for us to be apart here. In slow movements, I watch as he throws his glasses on the floor and moves his hands to his button-down shirt, undoing the buttons one by one. Without looking away from my eyes, I let out a heavy sigh with each piece of b
YurichThe defiant look is like a spark amidst dry coal, waiting for the right moment to turn fire into smoke and soot. Lyana has something inside her that overflows every moment we’re together as if the loss of memory were enough to bring this part of her to the surface.I place a leg between her smooth thighs, grabbing her hip and letting the fabric of her dress ride up a few inches from what I so desire to have. I press my knee against her intimacy, lifting her body once more with just that contact.She moans amidst the fear that shows in her eyes. I lower my lips to her soft ear, tracing the lobe with the tip of my tongue and, in the end, giving it a bite, making the hairs on her body stand up. I admire how her nipples become pointed when they harden.“The only problem with this desire of yours is that your husband is me, and you belong only to me, from your moans to the screams you will let out when my cock is buried in you.”I push her body away, leaving her with rapid breaths,
LyanaI don't look away from him, not even when he takes off his glasses, revealing his now-gray eyes. Even as I'm consumed by their intensity, I maintain firmness in my knees.“What's the problem, princess?” His deep voice reverberates in the small space.“Nothing,” I huff, raising an eyebrow and rolling my eyes.“It doesn't seem like anything,” he responds, trapping me between his hands pressed against the door and his body. “Especially acting like a spoiled teenager.”I open my mouth, boiling with anger at his accusation.“If I'm acting like a teenager, then you were acting like a single man, accepting those women hitting on you,” I say in one breath, raising my hand and pushing his muscular chest with the tip of my finger, even though I know it won't budge.Yurich raises his eyebrows, looking surprised.“And here I was thinking I was the more jealous one of us two.”“I'm not jealous, but that was disrespectful.”“Explain to me how I disrespected you, Lyana,” he says in a serious t
LyanaExcited about Yuri's idea, I opened the closet doors, looking at the clothes and feeling lost, not knowing what to take. I nervously bite my lower lip. I don't need to look; his presence is strong, and his scent fills the space, alerting my senses. His fingers brush my arms as he rests his chin on my head.For the first time in my life, I feel an indescribable happiness in being short. It's addictive—this sensation of being enveloped by his enormous body, like smoke filling his lungs.“What's the problem?” he asks in a low voice, sending shivers down my spine.“I don't know what clothes to take,” I confess.When his body moves away from mine, I feel a terrible chill, fighting the urge to pull him back like a needy child. His broad shoulders under the dress shirt highlight skin that's too tanned for a Russian, with a tattoo peeking out from the collar and dark lines painting his skin. His dark hair, longer in the back, mixes with some blond hairs on his nape, and I sigh, finally
Yurich I needed extreme self-control not to take Lyana to bed and have her the way I had desired since the first moment. I saw her at the hospital with her confident, professional demeanor, striving to maintain the same level of care, knowing I was different from the others. Her sweet lips, flushed cheeks, and the scent of vanilla in her hair made me shudder with a certain fear at the thought of the memories when I brought her to the recently purchased apartment. I used every means available, from her father's support to several thousand dollars, to set up the penthouse. I walked out of the apartment feeling like every piece of my body was made of salt. The coldness outside dissolved each piece, and I seemed to be nobody away from her—nothing but the same incurable emptiness.When the elevator doors open in the garage, I need to get into the car and rest my head against the steering wheel, trying to find some control. My mind feels like it could explode at any moment. I woke up to th
LyanaThe elevator doors open, revealing an immense lobby with beige decor and a ceiling over two meters high, natural light comes in through the glass wall covered with a shield dark enough to block the heat and hide who is inside. I feel the slightest touch against my waist and, encouraged, I take a few steps into the hallway. I bite my lip and follow the path to the left, reaching a kitchen fully equipped with stainless steel appliances. I smile a little.I return the same way, his constant presence at my side as if he were waiting for something. Near the glass wall, I find a huge wooden bookcase containing several books, a recliner, and a small side table. I flick through the titles, looking at the collections of books I've always dreamed of reading. I follow the path of the translucent wall, finding three doors, on the first right a simple but masculine office with dark blue and gray tones, a glass desk, and a black chair. The second on the right is a room with a double bed, spar
LyanaI've been discharged from the hospital after a new battery of tests confirmed that there's nothing wrong with my brain. According to the doctor, a lack of oxygen may have been the cause. I feel a certain frustration at not knowing what has happened over the last few years, not remembering how I met Yurich or how I graduated in medicine.I finish brushing my hair and put the brush in my bag. As if marking the exact time, he opens the door, bringing with him a striking perfume and a gaze so hot that I have to look away in shame. I still can't believe I'm married to such a handsome man.His large hand finds my chin and I look up, admiring the smile that appears at the corner of his lips."Why did you suddenly lower your face?" He asks."I'm embarrassed around you." The truth comes out.I'm disconcerted and don't know how to remedy my own words, but it's the open smile that attracts all my attention. The calm way he brushes the back of his fingers against the sensitive skin of my lef