𝑇𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑃ℎ𝑜𝑒𝑛𝑖𝑥 ✔︎ || 𝐶𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑑

03

WARNING: steamy content ahead CHOO CHOO!
~ phoenix ~

Last week, I might have overheard a conversation I wasn't meant to.

Which is why I knew there was exactly four days left before I could execute my plan.

"Send the girl to Lomonosov Bar," Ilya had said to Aleksey. "That's where they'll be."

Remembering Lav's words outside the boutique three weeks ago, I figured this girl, they were talking about was the mole they'd use to destroy the Italians.

Then, the conversation turned to Russian. I figured they swapped in and out of the languages as some men in the compound could not speak English and I was the only one who couldn't speak Russian. Under no circumstances could they have predicted my wild conspiracy.

In four days, I would be kidnapped. And for the first time, I would act like a scared, obedient little girl.

Until then, the gym and I would be best friends. It was easier to sneak off downstairs now since I didn't have to be wary of Ilya's suspicion.

Since our failed prank two nights ago, he and Aleksey had decided girl nights were cancelled until further notice. In retaliation, we decided every night would be a girls night. Ignoring his silver stare, I snuggled into my fort of pillows on the lounge floor. Rina and Lav lay on my other side. Little Tori's cot had also been moved here.

Grinning, I remembered our hushed conspiracies last night on how we would avenge our rights.

"Come to bed, Phoenix,' Ilya said suddenly, taking threatening steps towards me.

With a squeal, I jumped between the other girls. There was no way he'd wrestle past them to get to me.

"No! You can't make me!"

With a sigh, he relented, "Fine," adding, "Katarina and Lavinia, go sleep in the other rooms."

My mouth fell open. "No-"

Smirking, the blonde cut in, "For what, Ilya?"

He glared at her. I hoped his pride wouldn't let him negotiate—

"Shopping tomorrow."

"Done!" the traitor squealed, shooting to her feet.

I looked pleadingly at Lavinia, who bit her lip guiltily as she her gaze flickered between me and Ilya. Eventually, muttering under her breath, she rose to her feet as well. I groaned, glaring at him. Then, I decided I would return to bed after all.

As I moved to follow them out, a hand shot out to grab my waist.

"Uh uh uh," the evil bastard smirked, pulling me back down.

"Let me go to bed, Ilya!" I whined.

His teeth bit gently down on my earlobe. I shuddered.

"Why are you so difficult, Phoenix?" he muttered.

"Why are you?" I shot back, glaring over my shoulder.

The response was another stinging bite. Spinning around, I clamped my own teeth down on his skin, this time his shoulder. The bastard grunted I suspected in pleasure.

His calloused fingers found the hem of my pyjama top. Pulling back, I stared at him.

"What are you doing?"

His lust-filled gaze regarded me for a moment. "You're right." Standing, he went switch off the light and even closed the door. When he returned, his eager fingers were back.

"We can't," I hissed.

Ignoring me, his mouth latched onto one of my exposed nipples. And just like that, my protests flew out the window.

"You were saying," he smirked.

I growled, pulling him up to meet my mouth. As our lips fought for dominance, my hands slid down his bare, sculpted chest before diving into his pyjama bottoms. He froze against me. This time, it was my turn to smirk as I massaged his throbbing cock. I freed the beast, letting it rub against the silk on my pyjama shorts.

A breathy moan escaped my lips.

His urgent fingers tore both my shorts and my panties down and in seconds, every last inch of his member was buried in my pussy.

My teeth found his shoulder again as I tried to swallow the scream building in my throat. Lucky for him, Ilya's grunts were low and deep with every violent thrust.

Panting, I realised I hadn't touched him in 48 hours. So to release all the pent up angst, my hips rose desperately to meet his. It still wasn't enough.

Sliding off his cock, I positioned myself on my hands and knees in front of him. With a hum of approval, Ilya's palm came down hard on my ass cheek.

Fighting the stinging sensation, I hissed, "Hurry up!"

His punishing hands came down on my hips and with one long stroke, he was in again. I almost sighed with the intense pleasure. Each time he speared my pussy, I felt his balls slap my ass. I clenched my walls around him when my climax neared. I hated to go out first.

Growling, Ilya's fingers found my clit, sliding and squeezing. Clenching my eyes, I willed the sensation to delay just for a moment. His cock swelled warningly within me. Finally, he burst. A second later, I let go too, moaning as the orgasm racked through my body.

I couldn't recover from the high because I was suddenly flattened against the floor. Hard and punishing, his lips found mine. I groaned into the kiss, pulling the blankets over us. He pulled away a second later, yanking me against his warm chest.

"Don't do that again," I heard him mutter against my hair.

I smirked, answering innocently, "Do what?"

In response, a firm hand came forward to assault my breast. His fingers pinched my nipple.

Glaring, I slapped his hand away. "Goodnight."

The bastard didn't even say it back. Huffing, I closed my eyes, snuggling back against him.

A moment later, his lips were at my ear.

"I love you."

Reluctantly, I smiled.

"Ditto, baby."

NOTE:
HAPPY 2021 HOES!!!!!!
I'm so glad this shitty year is over!
Love you boos, xo, Rosavi