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I Have You Now
Victory Storm
When Kendra decided to deceive Alexei, she knew she was taking a big risk because the man was too ruthless to forgive and too powerful not to make him pay dearly for the first mistake. One misstep would be enough and she would lose any chance of getting what she wanted. Months have passed since that meeting and suddenly everything collapses due to a betrayal that endangers Kendra's life and brings out all her lies and falsehoods. The showdown has come and Alexei is ready to destroy it. But just when he gets it back into her hands, he will discover that the woman no longer remembers her from her past. A past that hides secrets that he needs to know. He will thus find himself having to choose whether to take revenge or keep that dangerous woman at her side, tightened in her coils, until he regains her memory.
Victory Storm
I Have You Now
Victory Storm
©2021 Victory Storm
Email: victorystorm83@gmail.com
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Publisher: Tektime
Translator (ita --> eng): Nevia Ferrara
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All rights reserved. No part of this book shall be reproduced or circulated in any forms, photocopies, microfilm or anything else, without the author’s permission.
This is a work of fiction. Characters and places are the products of the author’s imagination and they are used to give truthfulness to the narration. Any resemblance to real events, places and people, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
CHAPTER 1
KENDRA
"Danielle, come here", Aleksej ordered me in his usual hasty, overbearing manner, which made me so nervous.
How much I wanted to say no, that I wouldn't do what he wanted, but I knew that if you wanted to stay in his entourage, those words were forbidden.
I showed off my best smile and I approached languidly. I measured each step with studied slowness, continuing to challenge him staring at him straight in the eyes, even knowing how much that gesture would break his already limited patience.
Instead of standing in front of him, as he wished, I relaxed leaning against his massive mahogany desk and letting my hands wander over the documents stacked behind me.
I knew I was annoying him with my arrogance and I liked it. I enjoyed those little moments of arrogance, even though I was aware of the risks I was running. However, I didn't care and I was sure it was easier to win his trust thanks to those rebellious gestures than with more condescending ones.
"Sit on my legs", he was angry.
I obeyed, holding back a snort.
In a moment his hands landed on my body and his lips pressed on my neck.
I hated his mouth, especially after discovering the pleasure he could give me, so much so that I started to feel fear.
Fear of experiencing wrong sensations that confused and bewitched me.
I wanted to escape but I couldn't.
When I had decided to approach that man, I knew that I would have to lower myself to his level and commit recklessness.
I had taken the risk.
I would have done anything to get to him and what revolved around him, such as those diamonds that were scattered in the blue velvet box, open on his desk.
"Do you like diamonds?", he asked me at a certain point, breaking away from me.
"Why are you asking me?", I worried about that insinuation, while I felt his hands go up inside my skirt up to the elastic of the thong.
"I've noticed how you've been staring at them since you walked into my studio. You seem very interested", he continued undaunted, despite my grip around his wrist as I tried to pull him away from me.
"In fact it's so. Every woman wants to cover herself with jewels", I replied feigning indifference, though I couldn't hold back a gasp when I felt the lace fabric of my underwear tear and scratch my skin.
It was always so with Aleksej. Apparently he seemed focused on what he was saying, enough to warn you, but then you found that he was already over and when you realized it was late.
"You too?" he whispered in my ear, kissing my neck and starting to slip his fingers between my tight thighs.
I was so uncomfortable and unable to reason that I no longer understood if we were still talking about diamonds or whatever.
"Of course" I managed to reply before being caught by his mouth as he pressed against mine with violence and possessiveness.
"So why have I never seen you wearing a jewel?", Aleksej went on, always leaving me shocked by his coldness with which he never relaxed completely. I hated him for it.
"What can I say? No man has ever bothered to give me one", I muttered sourly, putting my hand close to the dark blue velvet box, but before I could get to the diamonds, Alexey grasped my wrist and brought me back to him.
"Those aren't for you", he warned me sternly, striking me with his icy gaze.
"So who are they for?", I asked suddenly curious.
"None of your business", he cut out, grabbing me by the hips and bending me over the desk.
"Are you also fucking someone else?" I blurted out, trying to free myself. I wasn't going to let anyone get in my way or stop me from getting where I wanted!
"Are you jealous?", he burst out laughing.
"I'm not a woman who likes to share. You should know that."
"We only fucked once and are you already demanding exclusivity?"
I avoided replying to him how much it cost me to have given myself to him voluntarily and how long the marks of the ropes he had tied me with remained on my wrists.
I had found it harder to hide the fear of being at his mercy than the lack of arousal.
The only thing that had given me the strength not to blow everything up were those diamonds and the source from which they came and which I wanted to access too.
"I've been working for you for eight months", I reminded him.
"So what?"
"Finally I let myself go thinking that I am important to you and instead I discover that you have someone else", I infuriated, feigning indignation.
"What do you want, Danielle?" Aleksej asked me instead, not believing my outburst of jealousy. In fact, my ice mask had always made me detached and numb to anything and now I was not believable with that soap opera drama.
"I want you", I whispered, pinning him with my gaze and placing my mouth on him impetuously. It was a kiss of anger. Just what I was feeling at that moment ... Anger at having to sleep with him and having to lie every day, when inside of me I just wanted to access his unlimited funds, take possession of his contacts and disappear into thin air.
"Then kneel down and take it in your mouth", he challenged me, as his hands continued to touch me.
"I'm not your whore!" I growled nervous for not being able to get even half the information out of him and for his way of touching me and turning me on against my will.
"What is it, Danielle? Are you no longer available because this time you don't have to distract me from getting caught putting your nose where you shouldn't?" he hissed in my ear, grabbing my hair to pull my face up to bring it closer to him.
I bit my lower lip with anxiety and nervousness.
Yes, he had discovered me just as I was one step away from understanding who his contact was. I remembered that episode three days earlier very well, in that same studio.
I realized I was one step away from blowing my cover, I had read Aleksej's distrust in his eyes and I realized that I had made an unforgivable mistake.
My only solution for not being thrown out and losing everything I had done to get there was to kiss him and get him what he craved from the first time we met.
I got fucked right up against that bookshelf ten feet away.
He even wanted to tie me up at one point and hang on a hook that protruded from the bookshelf.
I knew that he had done it to test me and I had let him.
I had managed not to move a muscle despite the terror that I had felt running in my blood like a lethal poison.
I had let myself be taken on his terms and without replying for his rough and wild ways.
And now I felt that he would do the same thing to me.
I wanted to deny myself. I knew that he would accept it because after all he was a gentleman, but his insinuation weighed on me like a sword of Damocles and so I let him do.
"Aleksej, you disappoint me. You can't distinguish a woman who wants to fuck you from one who wants to screw you", I teased him knowing I had just signed my sentence.
"You need a good lesson", he whispered to me hoarsely, making me lean forward against the desk.
He held me still with one hand still in my hair, while with the other he lifted my skirt, lowered his pants and finally tore off my underwear for good.
He made me spread my legs and, before being able to pull me up, I felt him penetrate me with a single and powerful thrust, filling me more than I could imagine.
I screamed in dismay.
I tried to rebel, but the more I resisted, the more his member penetrated me furiously and deeply.
"I love the way you are always so wet, ready to welcome me", he murmured gravely, increasing the speed with which he thrust inside me.
I hated his words because I knew they were true. No one had ever fucked me like that, and while I despised him and made me feel submissive and inferior to him, deep down I liked and turned me on more than I was willing to admit.
Suddenly I felt his hands stretch on my hips until they reached my breasts protruding from his neckline.
I couldn't see him, but I felt his fingers pinch my nipples and torture them until they were turgid and swollen, causing me a pleasant discomfort every time they rubbed on the wood of the table with each push.
"Aleksej", I whispered in the grip of ever more uncontrollable desire, while he returned to my hips and crept between my thighs up to my clitoris, to which he reserved the same treatment as my nipples.
It took a few seconds and my body contracted due to the orgasm that hit me with the violence of a tornado.
"Stop, please", I begged him feeling my whole body in the throes of contractions around his penis that kept making room inside me and his hands that did not stop provoking me.
"I decide when to stop", he warned me hard and adamant. "I want to make you cum again."
"I can't", I gasped in exhaustion, as my body was once again letting itself be seduced by Aleksej's touch.
At one point I felt him cum inside me.
I sighed with relief, thinking that the torture was over and instead I found myself still bent forward, with one hand of Aleksej on my breast and the other still on my clitoris.
Aroused by his orgasm still throbbing inside me and his fingers sliding between my thighs, I finally felt a new orgasm rock me deeply.
"Good my babushka ", he smiled, freeing me from his body.
I dressed quickly, trying to erase from memory what we had just done.
The thong was unrecoverable, so I threw it away.
Meanwhile Aleksej opened a desk drawer and took out a small box.
He handed it to me.
"What is it?" I asked, grabbing the package and sitting on his legs.
"Open it."
I obeyed and inside I found a ring in white gold and diamonds. The brilliant cut center stone was framed between two pear cut diamonds. It was a spectacular ring. The most beautiful I've ever seen in my life.
"What does it mean?"
"You decide."
"I'm not a whore", I cleared, putting the ring on my right ring finger greedily.
"I didn't say this is the payment for your performance."
"No, but you thought so."
"I think what I want and you can do the same in this case."
