5. All yours 

Warning: Adult 16+ content ahead! 

5. All yours 

Rogue's POV 

"Rogue, I'm tired." Sabrina gasped for air, pushing a hand to my chest. 

I still turned her on her stomach and lifted her butt. Putting a pillow under her, I stroked her swollen red clit and shoved my dick inside her. 

Her cry fed my ears like a music chiming on a beautiful spring afternoon. That's it. Take me deep, honey. I licked her sweet butt and thrusted faster and deeper until I was hilt-deep. 

Sabrina caught my eyes in a club I had gone to deal with an enemy in his territory. She was his girlfriend. Don't think she was any happy. She used to be a stripper and met him in a strip club. She was infatuated by her first lover's feigned money and luxury. But once she was within the confinement of his bedroom, she didn't see daylight with gleaming eyes. Nor any stack of money he had promised her. 

That night when I went to meet the idiot, he had brought Sabrina along. She was going to be shared with clients. I interrupted his plan just minutes before they began the play and since then Sabrina vowed to serve me as my lover. 

"Yess! That's it!" I was close, my dick twitching aggressively before I spilled my load inside her pussy. 

I chuckled watching her jerking against my dick. She's a hungry cat. She'd take all you have to give her even if she's drained out. 

"Take some sleep, babe. I'll need you again." I pressed a kiss to her shoulder and left her in the bed with her butt still in the air and our release leaking out of her pussy. 

She's a sweetheart. Nope, she's not benign as it sounds but she's not a bitch either. When she vowed to serve me, she only asked me one thing that— I would never put her up for sharing with my friends or clients. 

That is out of the question because I don't share anything I possess. Let alone my women. 

Although the world I live in is dark and brutal, I don't treat women like objects. And Sabrina is a woman who knows how to put a dick on fire and to relieve me of my worries. I like her. 

I slipped under the shower and let the cold water drops wash away the sweat and exhaustion off me.

This life I live is what I have chosen for myself. However, I am not happy. It's not that I am an orphan with a dark past. I think I am the only mafia boss who has a lovely family and faithful friends. Still as an individual, as a man, I am not satisfied with my personal life. 

Sabrina does take care of my needs and desires but I hoped for a woman I would seek pleasure in calling mine. A woman who would give me children and make me stronger. 

The thought of a woman of my own, nonetheless, leaves me with rigidity and a wolf that wants to come out and cause destruction.

Because our mate... Ugh, I don't even want to think about her.

'That's better.' My wolf, Clover, growled. 'Don't think about her. She makes me want to go back in time and kill her again.'

Rushing under the shower, I came out wrapped in a towel. I left Sabrina to sleep and arrived at my study after dressing up. There were a few emails I had to check before catching a wink of sleep.

I settled across my desk and started my laptop. The sun's gentle rays have begun to peak over the edge of the horizon, filling the world with its warmth. The soft early morning breeze brushed my cheeks as they called for me to let them caress my face while I surrendered myself to the whispers of sleep.

The words on the laptop screen seemed to be dancing around. I rubbed my eyes open in the mail to read it.

'You must sleep, Rogue.' Clover said. 'You've overworked ourselves last week with no sleep and all work.'

That made me reminisce the fucker and his gang I encountered with my men. He's started a small Motorcycle gang but turning more into a tyrant and abducting teenage boys for fun.

It took me about a week to wipe his existence off the face of the earth and make Washington free of roaches again… Without causing a bloodshed. 

He was clever enough to take my warning seriously. After we negotiated he left Washington alone and vowed to never come back. And now I regret it because it was my chance to warm my hands in blood. 

Fuck, mails. I closed the laptop and jumped into the lavish and huge couch I had installed in my study room along with other furniture. I have such comfortable couches everywhere in my place so that I can hop into them and take a nap as and when I want.

Sleep engulfed me soon as I closed my eyes. I might have slept like a horse had I not felt a hand on my cheek, stroking my jaw and playing with my hair. 

No, it wasn't Sabrina. It's impossible for her to restore her energy so quickly after hardcore sex with me. The scent was not familiar and the touch was searing. 

I caught the hand now trailing my eyebrows and flipped whoever it was on the ground as I straddled their waist and pulled my gun out from the back of my waist to press it on the intruder's forehead. It wasn't until an effeminate cry laden with suffering hit my ears did my eyes snap apart like a pair of magnets repelling each other. 

"Jesus! What the hell, Nadya. When did you come here?" I heaved and groaned at the same time as I peered down at her. 

"An hour ago." She rounded her lips into a pout like a baby. "I wanted to surprise you." 

I glided next to her on the floor and offered her a hand. Returning my glock behind my back, I picked her up. She dusted her clothes and settled her hair before looking up at me again. 

"You were in a deep sleep. How can you be so active and strong after waking from your sleep?" She said. 

I shrugged my shoulders and ran a hand to my hair, "Light sleeper as always." 

She smiled, "And your Mafia instincts obviously." 

"You can say that." I took her wrist that she was massaging. "Being a boss is not easy. Attacks can happen any time of the day or night. I have to be on guard at all times." 

Fine prints of my fingers stained her white skin with red visible bands. I couldn't stop the urge to tend it. Hence, I used my thumbs to massage her skin and lifted it to my mouth to kiss it as I apologized to her. 

Nadya's eyes glinted with adoration, "I'm glad you didn't kill me."

"I would have been so fucking angry if I did. I've never killed an innocent before. Well, partially true. But to say you're my cousin." 

A sour look shadowed her face. Her green eyes spitting fire of disappointment for being called a cousin. She pulled her hand out of my hold to hug it near her chest as she looked away. 

Nadya is one of my two paternal uncle's daughter. She lives in Moscow with her parents in a huge mansion with my parents in a joint family. But there's nothing like cousins between us. Most of the time she's acting like a suspicious wife to me. 

She wants to be more than a cousin to me and refuses to acknowledge our relationship. Calling her obsessed would be  appropriate because Nadya thinks we are made for each other, and she drops by uninvited or uninformed in my house and never leaves until I scare her, leaving her with no other option than scurrying away overnight. 

But then she returns with new enthusiasm and determination to woo me off a few weeks later. It's a never ending cycle. 

'Last time you almost broke her neck, didn't you?' Clover recalled. 'But she's still here! She's not going to let you die bachelor.' 

I stared at her indifferent face as I noticed her eyes on a spot below my chin.

"Nad--" 

"Are you still with Sabrina?" She threw it at me. 

"She's my mistress and she lives here with me. Why'd you ask?" 

Her gaze lifted to glare at me murderously, "I told you I don't like you with other women, Rogue." 

"Excuse me! Who the hell do you think you are? I'd see as many women as I want. You have no say in my life." 

She strode towards me and began to pull my t-shirt, catching me off guard. Her other hand tilted my head so she could have a better look at my throat at the aching love bite Sabrina left there. 

"Nadya, you are..." 

"I'll kill her for this." She let go of me angrily. 

She was about to brush past me when I held her by the waist and pulled her against my chest, "I'll divide your digits from your hands if you lay a fucking finger on her." 

I expected her to throw curses at me. Much to my shock, her lips came crashing down on mine as she pushed me back. I fell on the floor with her on top of me. 

She was quick, her claws tore my shirt away. Kissing me madly, she ran her fingers over my chest before parting away to take a peek at my torso. 

"The bitch has got wild nails. I'll trim them off." She seared. 

"Nadya!" My stern voice did nothing to scare her. 

Rather she captured my eyes in a stare battle as she pulled her silk top off her head and discarded it next to us on the floor. Her changing eye color screamed of her obsession. 

She picked one of my hands and pressed it to her titty as she whispered, "This is all yours, Rogue. I'm all yours including my Virginity. Then why don't you stake your claim on me?" 

Tbc...