Page 5 of Trapping His Angel

She tried to pull away, but I grabbed her wrist, my grip tightening as she struggled. Her protests only spurred me on, the heat of the moment clouding my judgment. I pushed her down, straddling her with ease, ignoring the way she wriggled beneath me. My hands moved to the buckle of my jeans, and though she tried to push me off her body, I refused to budge. Her resistance only fueled the fire burning inside me, drowning out anything but my desire.

I slid my cock right into the unknown sexy woman’s tight ass pussy, and her struggling ceased immediately. I thrust deeper inside of her, and she cried out that she was a good girl. Over and over she rode my cock, telling me she was going to be good.

I bit onto her finger, drawing blood, and held her haunted eyes with my own eye as I swallowed her essence into my body.

It warped my reality, if I’m being honest.

After I collapsed on top of her, she tried to push me off, however I placed a gentle kiss on her lips even as she turned away. An apology for taking her so roughly. So I stayed in my bed, dick softening inside of her, wondering what in the world I just let happen.

I didn’t have time for some bitch, pardon my expression, to fuck up my life. I believed in the Petrov curse. It was that, as soon as we stopped sacrificing the women in this family, everything went south.

Our profit; in the gutter.

Our ranks were dying off every day. Fewer and fewer soldiers were being loyal since the entanglement with the Italians. Now, Viktor thought holding powerful men’s daughters in Russia would not start a war.

He thought he could auction them off to the highest bidder, and organizations would go for it. He saw it was harder to get them on his side than he thought. It was why I couldn’t wait to transport this load back to Russia.

Since there were so many women, it was easier by boat. I could fly home if I wanted, but it was dangerous with this many powerful lines in tow. They drugged most of the women. A slow sedation over the day that the family doctor, and a select few nurses, monitored around the clock here. I’d pulled a ton of strings to get this ship. It was massive, like a floating fortress carved from steel and secrets. The hull gleamed faintly under the dull light, painted a muted gray that blended into the ocean’s horizon. Inside, the corridors stretched endlessly, lined with doors marked for dormitories, classrooms, and crew quarters. The ship felt alive, humming with the constant rhythm of its engines.

The main deck was a sprawling open space, where the kids often gathered for drills or recreation, while the bridge sat high above, its glass-paneled walls giving a panoramic view of the sea. Below deck, there were training rooms, a fully equipped medical bay, and even a cafeteria that could feed hundreds at once. It wasn’t just a ship; it was a self-sufficient city, built to keep us out of sight, and always on the move.

After attacking The Academy, we stole all the girls to use for our gain. All but this vixen hogging my cock. I could use her for my pleasure.

It was a long while that we stayed in bed. I slept little. Insomnia kept me awake. It gave me a long time to think, and I realized I hadn’t worn a condom, so thismalen'kiy angelcould have my child taking root within her.

If that were the case, I would need to make some changes.

If I wasn’t careful, I’d have to take her as a wife. Valentina was, after all, my leader’s woman, and Isa was her friend. She wouldn’t take too kindly to me manipulating hersister.Maybe I’d be able to distract them from my misdeeds. Then, after the baby was born, I could kill her. It was our rite of passage. Maybe I would keep it within tradition, and allow my son to take her out.

Until I knew whether she was pregnant with my spawn, she wouldn’t be leaving my sight. This tiny vixen did not know who the fuck she was playing with.

I wouldn’t allow it.

Whatever deity decided she was mine, placed her right in my lap. She begged for my cock, although her eyes being closed was a tad odd. She told me she was going to be my good girl.

Blood for blood. I’d ingested hers, so she was mine.

Pricking her finger with a savage bite and dripping her blood into my mouth. A binding, I’d heard it called. Witchcraft, a perfect way to call her mine. She looked like a witch getting under my skin.

My parents, if they were alive right now, would say I wasn’t boo boo the fool. I wasn’t. For the short period they were in my life, they taught me survival. Never trust a woman. Which was why my father had me kill my mother a bit earlier than what was tradition.

But that wasn’t important.

What was I to do about themalen'kiy angelsleeping on my cock?

As I lay beneath her, trying to think of a way out, my eyelids drifted closed. I let out a small yawn, and my eyes widened in surprise. I rarely made that sound. Not since I stopped sleeping.

My eyelids drifted closed again.

Her pussy clenched and unclenched on my cock, a relentless rhythm that, somehow, lulled me into the first proper sleep I’d had in what felt like forever. Darkness pulled me under, thick and suffocating, and for a moment, there was peace.

Until I woke.

The sound came first, faint but distinct. A creak of the floorboards was soft as a whisper, but it was enough to jolt me from unconsciousness. My eyes snapped open.

I forced myself upright. The room was dim, moonlight spilling through the cracks in the curtains, but I wasn’t alone.

Isadora, her name I found in the information at The Academy.

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