Chapter 4

ILYA

“Because I feel like whoever did this to my sister is payback for what I did in the past, and it's coming back to hunt me.”

I should be celebrating from within that I will see Willa again, and her brother apologizes and begs for my help. I can use it as leverage to maybe emotionally torture her for what she and her brother did to me, but that woman has been through a lot.

“No.”

“I know what I did is wrong.” He doesn’t give up easily. “I’m willing to pay you to protect my sister until we catch the attacker and my issue with the FBI is over. Please?”

“You and Willa broke my heart, Linden. I will never forget that. You know I hold grudges, and I like to make anyone pay a heavy price whoever do me wrong.”

“I know.” He comes close to me. “And I’m sorry. I’m not asking for your forgiveness because I know you can never forgive me. But please, take care of my sister.”

I clench my jaw. “Then I’m asking three things from you, and you’re not gonna like it.”

“To protect my sister, I’ll do anything. After what happened, I won’t take her for granted again.”

***

“Fuck, take all of me, baby.” The velvet softness of her lips around my cock, the hard suction of her mouth, and her small hand fondling my tightening balls have me throwing my head back.

She moans, and the vibration of her mouth is a bittersweet torture. On her knees behind my desk with breasts freed from their restraint, eyes watering is the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.

The lust in me is too violent to control, and I’m not even trying hard enough to resist it.

I arch my hips as I tighten the grip around her hair, pushing her face down my cock until it nudges her throat, making her gag and choke.

“Yeah. That’s it. Let me fuck your face. Touch your sweet cunt. Show me how wet you are.” I fuck her mouth with merciless thrust and relentless rhythm, sending heat rocketing down my spine. I know I’m seconds away from coming.

With teary eyes and dazed with desire, she sucks me some more.

“Fuck—” I woke up, sweating, with a raging hard-on and my hand inside my boxers.

I get up from bed and rush into the bathroom. My heart speeds up as I stand before the toilet with my palm bracing against the tiled wall while the other wraps around my cock.

Closing my eyes, I drink in the pleasure of her wet azure eyes framed in dark lashes, begging me to fuck her mouth. Heat drums under my skin. My muscles clench, and my knees buckle up as I stroke faster.

“Fuck!” Groaning, my ball tightens, the pleasure pounds through my veins, and my orgasm flares up.

With a guttural grunt, I come, my seed spurting into the toilet bowl.

Seconds pass. I’m still standing there, trying to catch my breath with my heart thundering hard in my chest.

It feels surreal. I can even smell her scent lingering in the air.

Something is really wrong with me, and there’s no moving on from it— from the ghost of yesterday.

***

Since I agreed to help Linden, I haven’t been able to sleep properly. I was constantly visited by dark fantasies of having Willa shackled in bed as I fucked her hard, or in my office sucking my cock. Every time I was on the verge of my orgasm, I woke up, tortured with frustrated arousal.

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Volk asks in displeasure.

“No. Lately, I’m not sure about anything anymore,” I admit as the ambulance arrives in the driveway, carrying Willa from Linden’s private jet.

According to Linden, Willa had regained consciousness the moment the doctors stopped the drugs, and she was able to describe the attacker.

They haven’t found the brush she used to stab the attacker, nor identified him, but I already sent the sketch to my men in New York, and Mikail is working on it.

I’m not ready to face Willa, though. I haven’t forgiven her. I haven’t forgotten about her, and I don’t know how she'll take the news that she’d be in my custody temporarily.

“She’s still drowsy and weak. She takes a sleeping pill on our way.” Linden gives me a folder. “That’s all I got. We got blood and fingerprints that weren’t Willa’s, but it didn’t show in any databases.”

I watch them take Willa inside the house, with my men and helpers bringing her things upstairs.

I already assigned a bodyguard to look after her while she recuperates.

I nod at my giant man. “That’s Andrey Vadik. He’ll be Willa’s bodyguard. He has a military background, expert in martial arts. He’s also a Voenny Feldsher.”

“Thank you. As per our agreement, I sent a message to Olezka via Siciliano, but I haven’t gotten a reply.” One of the three things I asked him was that I wanted to meet with Ruslan Olezka face-to-face. “What do you want with him?”

“We had a fallout when he fucked Kelsey, who’s been a pain in my transactions in Türkiye. He warned me not to touch her. We haven’t talked since the funeral.”

“So, where’s the bride?” He looks around the house as we head upstairs to Willa’s room.

“I haven’t chosen one from the list.”

“List?” He cocks his eyebrows. “Do you know how many couples I matched?”

“You mean your pussy-whipped club? Well, I hate to break it to you, but I’m not a billionaire. I’m a bratva and always will be.”

“Don’t sell yourself short. From what I heard, the business is lucrative while you’re here playing rancher.” He pushes the door open, revealing the luxury suite-like room, fully furnished with a sitting area, a bedroom set, and a master size bathroom.

He looks surprised. Before he can comment, Willa stirs in bed. “I should warn you. She has no idea where I’d be taking her.”

I glare at him. “What the fuck do you mean?”

“Where am I?” Willa asks groggily, her voice hoarse.

Linden and I share a look before I hear a groan.

When I look back at Willa, she freezes, and I meet the downcast azure blue eyes that still stalk me in my dreams.