-okay, molly, i swear it's gonna calm down after this chapter cause they're joining the gang now. Also to everyone- thank you for ur patience <3
without further adieu, here is the next chapter...
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DEVI BHATT
I stare at the word cock written in my book and snap it shut, looking around to see if anyone else saw it. Sometimes you're just not expecting it and sometimes, although you have read it before, it just comes as much of a shock as the first time you read it.
My cheeks are heating as I bend over into my lap laughing to myself. A blanket covers my crossed legs and cascades down onto the floor of the jet. There's a warm and fuzzy feeling bubbling in my stomach making me crave something exciting.
I look around the scope of the private jet, waiting for Grisha to come back after talking with the pilot.
I stand up from my comfortable seat and begin to look around. Boredom is abusing my brain and leaving me restless. My book drops onto the floor along with my blanket. Towards the back of the jet I find a locked door, which I assume is the storage room.
The thought of the snakes being in there makes me shudder. Why snakes? Why not squirrels? They can do the exact same damage and probably more.
Correction. The door is sort of locked. When I push the handle, I pull it back shut immediately trying to erase what I just saw. Bodies. Moving. A thought pops into my head. Hey, I was just reading that.
Another, more concerning, thought pops into my head.
Aren't they supposed to be working?!
"Uhm," I stare at the door backing away from it silently as I hear the two people inside curse. "Sorry!"
My back hits the door behind me, which I also thought was locked. I trip backwards when the door opens, hitting the floor with a loud thump making me groan. I roll over, rubbing my back which has a dull throb now. It was already hurting, now it hurts more.
When I look behind me, I find a bed making my eyebrows raise. This jet fucking gigantic it literally has a bedroom. I get back up, closing the door quickly before I see those people and walk over to the window.
My heart skips a beat when I look out of it and see high up we are. The ocean dances below us, likely beaming with wildlife. If this plane crashed right now, we'd be seafood– maybe even a little crispy.
I'm the embodiment of the virgin mary today– if she liked wearing short dresses.
I wear a white dress. The skirt flutters around my upper thighs– it's a lacey sort of material, with poofed up sleeves that reach just above the crease of my elbow. Even in my over the shoulder bag I have white satin gloves but I don't want to seem pretentious by wearing them right now.
It should only be a few hours now until we join the rest. I didn't know how much I'd miss them but it feels like it's been an eternity without them. Kai and Pasha should be finishing up soon now too.
Just thinking about it makes my shoulders drop with a quiet contentful sigh. Can this jet go any faster?
A knock on the door pulls me out of my daydream.
He has to duck his head before walking into the room, making me laugh. Dark tousled hair covers his eyes for a second as he looks around before landing his eyes on me.
This feels like the start of a porno.
I don't know if he knows it, but sometimes he just gives me a look that I can feel somewhere lower down. Maybe it's because I'm on my period– or it's coming anyway.
He has my blanket in one hand and speaks. "Are you hungry?"
"Uh," I mumble, having a brain fog. I unintentionally glance at the bed then my gaze snaps back to him, when I feel my cheeks go red in embarrassment. "Sorry. What did you just say? I forgot."
"Are you hungry?" he repeats, walking closer with a smile teasing his lips.
"Hey!" I push his shoulder– it doesn't budge. "Don't laugh, I just witnessed something deeply traumatising. No amount of therapy could undo what I just saw."
He laughs, walking towards me, his large hands sliding around my jaw and nape. "What did you see, baby?" He humours me, trailing a finger down the side of my cheek.
I climb onto the bed beside him, facing the opposite direction. "Well if you must ask–"
A thought interrupts me. If I tell him... he's going to fire them, right?
"I'm not ready to tell you." I wipe a mocking tear from the corner of my eye. "It was very traumatic."
I'm feeling confident today. An idea sparks in my head. Oh he's going to hate me.
I look over his shoulder, checking no-one is there before pulling him closer by the collar of his shirt.
I collide my lips against his, sighing at the exact moment they connect. On the tips of my toes, I feel his fingers brush my bare leg under the dress, making every hair on my body stand.
"I'm feeling a little hungry too," he says low against my lips, nudging me backwards.
I stop him mid kiss, turning us around so his back is towards the bed. I kiss his neck, down the path which leads to his first few undone buttons. I look up, finding his dark heavy lidded eyes fixated on me. A shiver runs down my spine.
My hands glide over his broad shoulders relieving the knots of tension between before pushing him backwards. He falls back on the bed, a dark chuckle escaping his lips.
I don't give him a chance to get up as I crawl up his body. He breathes heavily, looking at me with dilated pupils and wet lips. I graze my lips against his, not fully kissing him, but teasing. I roll his lower lip between my teeth as my fingers rake down the ridges of his abs through his shirt.
They reach the tent forming in his trousers– I wonder how many kids he's keeping in there.
He releases a low groan letting me know he's getting impatient. His whole body vibrates, sending jolts up the inside of my thighs. I feel it coiling inside of me waiting to crash and rock me into me like a tsunami.
I crash my lips against his, my tongue forcing past his lips as my fingers rush to undo his buttons. When he tries to help, I grab his hands, pinning them above his head with one of my hands.
He breaks free too fast, refusing to submit to my will. His hands slide up the backs of my thighs, pulling me down from my hovering position so that I'm grinding my core against his. A moan slips out from me, making him smirk against my mouth.
He bucks his hips, rolling them into mine and it clouds my thoughts for a long second. Dammit, I'm supposed to be the one in control.
I feel his fingers push my underwear to the side but before he can slide a finger into my dripping pussy I pull his hand back, stopping him with a quiet, "No."
I throw his shirt to the side, sitting up panting breathlessly. Time to deploy the evil plan.
"One second," I get up from the bed, my core mourning the loss of friction, "I forgot something."
I bet he's getting even more excited now.
It's so hard not to smile. Not when I'm leaving half naked and hard on the bed waiting for me to return.
Let's see how long it takes for him to realise I'm not coming back.
I slip out of the door and stand against the wall and wait. My breathing can surely be heard from a mile away as my chest rapidly rises and falls without fail. My legs quake hearing him struggle. My palm is taped across my mouth, muffling my laughs. I'm feeling so many different things right now.
After a mere 69 seconds to be exact, I hear him get up. My eyes widen, feeling my veins prick with the exhilarating fear of the unknown. It's going to be hard resisting him in the house with everyone else watching, and this really isn't helping but I don't care right now.
I don't waste another second and do a one-eighty and dart for the sitting area. I'm hindered though, by the incorrect perception of his speed.
His hands wrap around my hair, reeling me back in like his prize. My back collides hot with his front, feeling his hardness against me and eliciting a gasp from me.
"Where do you think you're going, baby?" he lowers his voice, flattening his hand against the plains of my stomach.
Part of me wants him to drag me back in there and do whatever.
My voice almost dies in my throat. "You don't have much patience do you?" I breathe, tipping my head back, as I lock my eyes with his.
"I can't wait when it comes to you, Doctor. I don't have an ounce of control when you're in the room. It's a fucking addiction," he tells me with a voice soft as knives, fingers digging into my skin.
I lift a hand trailing a finger down his lips. "That's right baby," I wink, "'cause I have it all."
"Say that again," he turns me around, pressing my chest against his. If I wasn't wearing a bra right now, he would be able to feel how hard my nipples are.
"Let me teach you," I look up at him through my dark lashes, "I insist, baby."
I nudge him, push him back into the bedroom. He fucking let's me. Maybe he does have a submissive bone in him, and just in the right place.
He locks the door behind me before raising his grey eyes to mine and pressing his lips against my neck, murmuring with his voice curling in a gentle snarl, "you're not leaving this room after that fucking little stunt you pulled until I fill you, and fuck you, so hard, there won't be any doubt your pregnant. Pregnant with my baby."
On second thought, he's not going to let up that easily.
I stifle a gasp, my knees almost giving into gravity.
"Take off your dress."
"Undress."
Our voices collide against each other like fire and ice. A smirk spreads across his lips before coming crashing down on mine. They burn, his lips ravage me until it feels like I'm drinking pure wildfire.
Simultaneously, he's dragging my dress down my body, not caring about the zip and I'm undoing his belt buckle and trousers frantically. My entire body aches for his fill. His hands cup my breasts when he unclasps my bra with one hand.
I raise my brows. "You look like you've had practice with that before."
"Jealous?" He asks, smug, rolling the peaked buds of my nipples between his fingers before dipping his head and closing his mouth around one.
"Never," I gasp, arching my back against the door and pushing more of me into him. His wet tongue flattens all around before tugging hard.
He rolls his hips against me, grinding his hard cock through his briefs against me whilst still having the thin fabric of my underwear between us. Fuck– I'm so wet he can probably feel it through my underwear. I wrap my legs around his waist, unable to stand any longer.
He thrusts rhythmically against me, grinding against me hard and slow– waiting for me to give in and let him have his way. I move my hips against his, making him feel the same thing he's doing to me and he groans deeply against my chest.
I feel the high come rolling into my veins, settling low in my abdomen waiting to explode. I pull his head up to mine, craving the taste of his lips and moans. My hand pulls his head back so I can tower over the kiss, making him angle his head in the way I want.
"God, you feel so good you know that?" I moan out against his lips. He lets out a low growl, liking what I said because I feel him harden more than steel between my legs.
There's no way I'm going to come right now.
I feel like rolling my eyes back and letting the orgasm skitter down my blood stream like normal but I don't want to give him that.
"God?" He grins darkly.
"Sorry, I meant satan," I snark, breathlessly. My mouth snaps shut when he presses his thumb against my clit.
"You're going to regret that." he wraps a hand around my throat before folding both of my legs against my chest, baring my wet pussy. If it wasn't for my under we–
The Russian tears it off earning a gasp from me.
"Careful!"
"Something tells me you don't want anything close to that right now," his voice settles deep between my legs and his eyes are ripping my answer from me.
When I think he's going to give me his fingers, I'm so truly wrong. He slams into me, to the fucking hilt, in one thrust making my scream ricochet against the walls and almost come straight away.
"Don't come yet," Grisha orders me to do the impossible.
It's blinding, and my eyes burn from holding back. A tear escapes from the corner of my eye as he fucks me against the door.
"This room better be soundproof," I manage out.
"I'm going to make the whole world hear you," he says with a smirk.
"Pretty sure they just did," I say, slightly embarrassed.
Everything is about to come crashing down on my senses, my orgasm million seconds from raining down on my body and leaving me in pure bliss. And he knows.
He rips his cock out of me leaving me empty, a victim of the worst kind of thievery.
"What are you doing?!"
He throws me on the bed, indicating he wants to finish this off properly. His lips land on mine, bruisingly. As I feel the tip of his cock tease my swollen entrance I flip us over, using my real strength to keep him down.
A sense of dominance clouds my senses as I see him beneath me. This is what I wanted.
"Did you think you were going to get your way?" I smirk, my lips inches from his. "After that little stunt, you'll come when I let you."
His pupils dilate, a hidden side of him liking what I said. His eyes ride down my body and curves. He goes to pull me onto him but I stop him and raise his hands above his head.
"You're not allowed to touch me," I say, a teasing smile touching my lips. His body tenses under mine with need.
My hands are flat against the plains of his hard chest, dragging down to the dip of his V line. I feel him twitch between my legs with impatience.
His eyes flash dangerously.
"Terpeniye," I say with a ghost of a smile. (Patience)
Before I deprive myself anymore, I angle his cock against my entrance and push him into me.
"Watch me," I breathe. "Watch me when I fuck you."
"Of course, baby," he rasps.
I feel him so deeply inside of me I almost choke. I roll my hips into his, my toes curling, when I feel him push his hips up into mine too, hitting a glorious spot.
"Pozvol' mne prikosnut'sya k tebe."A pained whimper escapes his lips. (let me touch you)
A small smile touches my lips as I shake my head, and he groans.
"I love how you feel inside of me," I gasp.
I tip my head back, my back arching as I fuck him. My body is on display to him oh so torturously. I clench around him which elicits a breathy moan from him. when I see him he looks so desperate to touch me, and I want it– I need it, so fucking bad.
I nod, and his hands are on me in less than a second. his thumb grazes my tattoo making me shudder, then his hands descend on my waist, pressing me down hard on his cock. I move his hands up the sides of my body to my breasts, liking it when he touches them.
I roll my hips in a circle, pleasure flooding my senses until it's blinding. I control the way his cock moves in and out of me, fucking him in a way that has both of us breathless.
"Come," I whisper, a gentle command.
I call out his name when I come and feel him release inside of me. His white release runs down the inside of my legs when he pulls out. It's warm and so strange to feel. My heart begins to slow down.
He looks at me, nowhere else, in so much awe I can't help the way my heart swells. I bend forward lightly pressing my lips to his. His arm glides around my back, solidifying my body to his. The other slides down my spine like a snake making me shudder against him, curving around my ass. His warm lips move against mine slowly, making me yearn more.
He rests me on the mattress, hovering above me as he kisses me deeply. Then, light as a feather, I feel two index fingers go up the inside of my thighs. a loud gasp leaves my mouth, interrupting our kiss, when I feel him push his come back inside of me.
I look at grisha, lips parted as he says, "I wasn't lying earlier when I said you'd be pregnant with one of mine."
My lips part as if to say something but I'm voiceless.
His lips graze my neck. He looks up at me from between my breasts, a heat licking like flames against his irises in his eyes.
He speaks, voice gravelly, "you've had your fun." he runs his tongue down my chest, between my breasts and lower. "Time for mine."
...
A confetti cannon explodes in my face.
"Welcome back!" voices shout as I come rolling my suitcases through the door.
A body collides into mine, arms wrapping around my waist, squeezing me in a near death hug. I bury my neck into Sasha's neck and squeeze her so fucking tightly back. My chest grows tight being back near her. I didn't realise how much I missed her until now and I'm not ready to let go.
"I missed you so much," I choke, my voice coming out muffled.
She feels so frail– frailer than last time. As I hug her, I can feel the bumps of her ribs making me panic. Has she been eating? What's wrong? Why has she lost weight? A million answers to my questions are racing through my mind.
"I missed you too, malyshka." she whispers. "Are you okay? How do you feel?"
"I feel great," I say, my heart beating wild.
The nickname makes me smile even more. Her angelic presence resounds deep inside of me and never ceases to soothe any tense nerve in my body. Her now short hair strands catch my eyes– the colour does too.
Red. The alluring type that makes her green eyes glow.
I pull away clutching her face with a frown. "You're hair looks– amazing, awe inspiring, fucking hot."
She laughs, pushing my shoulder. "But?"
My eyes catch on her shoulder blades protruding. "Why would there be a but?"
"Okay, okay Sasha, my turn" Feliks pushes her out of the way. Laughter bubbles out of me as I see Feliks flash me a white smile. He spreads his arms and says, "miss me?"
He wraps an aggressive arm around me, hugging me tightly and making my feet lift off the floor. I feel his hand scruff up my hair affectionately and I retaliate with pinching his side.
"I thought you were about to die on us for a second before," he says, putting me down. "If you do that again I will personally bring you back to kill you."
My cheeks hurt from smiling. "I missed you too, Feliks."
Another voice interrupts.
"You look like shit."
I definitely do after that flight.
I turn to the sound of Demyans voice. He stands there awkwardly, his harsh eyes looking at me. There's a morsel of compassion behind those eyes– I can see it, I swear. Then a ghost smile flickers in the corners of his lips.
I mock gasp. "It's touching to see you care about me, Demyan."
I know for a fact he cares. After Tokyo he definitely fucking cares. I'm beginning to grow on him.
I feel Grisha's eyes on me, secretive like he's watching from the shadows. Having his eyes on me distracts me immensely.
Nashwa comes padding forward, with a bright smile and pulls me into a cushy hug. Her boobs make me feel like I'm hugging a teddy bear– it's the best. Her husband is a very lucky man.
"You look great, Devi, and it's so good to have you back." Then she says a little lower in a whisper, "You're glowing."
Is it that obvious?
I stutter and stumble over my words causing my face to explode. "T-They have great water in Japan."
She cocks a brow.
I flush deeper. "You know– for washing my face and all that skin care jazz."
"Devi," she touches my arm, "I complimented your skin, why are you getting nervous?"
"Oh," I say, embarrassed. "Sorry, and thank you."
Out of the corner of my eye, I see Demyan walking to Grisha. I almost think they're going to kiss and have a bromance before remembering they're cousins.
I bite the inside of my cheek to keep me from laughing.
Nashwa picks out the confetti paper from my hair carefully before saying, "we're going to a restaurant I think, why don't you go get ready with Sasha and settle in your room," she pauses looking at Grisha then back to me then whispers again, "or are you sharing?"
Sasha interrupts with a shout from the stairs.
"Devi, come on upstairs!"
...
As soon as we're in her room alone to get ready I ask her about everything.
"What's wrong, Sasha?"
She laughs confusedly, "what do you mean? Everything is fine."
I frown, taking a step towards her and forcing her to look at me. "Is it?"
Her eyes betray nothing. She withholds everything, not allowing me to see a thing and that hurts.
"Don't hide things from me please, I can tell something is different, something is wrong. I'd be blind to not see it."
She exhales shakily. "It's okay," she smiles. "I'm getting better, all of this is just the side effects of chemotherapy–"
My face falls. "Chemo?!"
I feel like she has just stabbed me in the chest. My heart is already bleeding out as if I'm already losing her- slipping between my fingers. I choke, my heart thundering in my ears.
"Why didn't you tell me?" I ask her. "How long has this been going on for?"
"It's why I haven't really been taking an active part in all these missions, Devi. Grisha just brought me along because he doesn't want me alone." She takes my hands into hers, "but honestly don't worry because the oncologist says I'm getting better."
"Everyone knows?"
She looks away. "I told them strictly to not tell you."
I should have known all this time with the hair and the stomach aches and nausea. Dammit how did I miss this? My best friend has fucking cancer.
"I've done quite a few rounds now of chemo. The oncologist is really hopeful because it was caught early on, Devi. For reals."
"For reals?"
"For reals, Devi."
Thank god. It was caught when it was and not any later. When she says that I feel a seed of hope grow inside of me.
I bring my hand forward to her red hair, twirling the strands between my fingers. It feels rough. "Is it a wig?"
She raises her hand to the front of her hair line and pulls. The red wig falls off, the reality of it all attacking me all at once. I withhold a gasp upon seeing the smoothness of her scalp.
"Santos shaved it for me the week we got to Florida," she smiles. "He's helped a lot but none of us seemed to see him very often after. Probably busy and all."
"You look so beautiful, Sasha. With or without that damn wig," I tell her, my eyes burning.
"Thanks," she whispers, "I love you."
"Don't say it like that. Like you're saying goodbye. You said everything is going well," I say.
She laughs, "can't I tell you I love you?"
"No, not right now," I shake my head with a smile before pulling her forward and sliding my arms around her neck.
I feel her sink into my arms, a content sigh leaving her lips. I rub her back soothingly when I feel her bury her face in my neck. I hate how this already feels like goodbye.
"We have the annual mafia masquerade ball here in two days–"
"What?" I pull away, shocked.
"Where we all come together on neutral ground. It's been going on for decades, it's quite political but fights are strictly prohibited since it's on neutral ground," she explains.
"Who holds it?"
"This year?" she pauses then winces, "The Italians."
"So we're not going, right?" I get no reply. "Right?"
"Well, the thing is once you get an invite there's no way you can't go," she says.
I make a sour face. "Why? Just don't go."
She gives me a flat expression. "Come on, don't be stupid. Besides it's too great of an opportunity to pass anyways because you have a handful of dirty feds to make nice with."
"What?" my eyes bulge out.
She laughs. "Not like that. But I'm sure you could score one anyways," she winks.
"I would never che–" I forget that they don't know for a second, "I would never do that, Sasha."
She shrugs. "I mean like having one on your side. It's useful having someone on the inside of the FBI keeping a lookout."
"Yeah but isn't it dangerous?"
She turns and walks into the bathroom signaling me to follow.
"If they attacked, or anything like that there would be a bloodbath, malyshka," she says, opening up my makeup bag. "It wouldn't be worth it for either side for a petty little argument because of our allies. Yes we are going into the enemy territory, but we're going in on neutral grounds with allies. All this we have set up is customary– it's tradition and it's pretty fucking hard to break it."
"Oh." When she explains it– about tradition being hard to break, I understand. But that doesn't mean I want to go, or will be willing to go.
"Can I do your makeup?" she asks.
"Sure," I reply, sitting up on the counter. "Can I ask a question?"
"Da," she smiles, one that reaches her ocean green eyes. (yes)
"Remember what happened in Tokyo? The message?"
She halts, then speaks slowly. "Yes?"
"Why didn't we talk about it? You guys covered it up like it was nothing."
She brushes my hair out of my face. I know I've said it before but it becomes truer and truer everytime I think about it. Even though Sasha is younger than me, I see the way she cares for me sometimes the way a mother does. And my throat burns at the thought of cancer being the thing to take her from me.
She's too invincible to be taken down by the enemy.
But she's going to be okay. I force myself to believe her.
"We did talk about it," she says, before applying some product on my face. "You weren't there though."
"You talk about a lot without me," I say softly. I deserve it though.
"Does that bother you?"
"I'm not sure." I feel like I'm not in the position to be asking for information anymore.
Next is the mascara, which she applies so gently I feel safe.
"You're our doctor, I don't think they expect you to want to know everything. The previous one didn't," she says.
The previous one. Did Grisha like her the way he liked me too?
"What was she like?" I ask.
"Uh-uh," she shakes her head, smiling. "I know where you're going with that."
I gape. "Where am I going then? Because I'm pretty sure I just asked one question about her. I don't even know what you mean by that anyways."
She scrunches her nose, scrutinising me. "You're cute."
"Fine, don't answer my question," I flick her forehead.
"Hey," she laughs, intercepting my hand, "I could hear your thoughts from a mile away."
From the corner of my eye I see her get out the nude lipstick. Shit, shit, shit. I was supposed to fucking dispose of that. Shit. Before I can stop her from applying it, she uncaps it and does exactly that.
The smell invades my senses as strongly as a hurricane. Then the burn does.
"Stop," I gag, grabbing the lipstick and throwing it in the bin. I hunch over the sink scrubbing my lips hoping I swallow none of it whilst I hear Sasha in the background asking me what's wrong.
I'm so fucking dumb I want to cry.
I stand up straight, breathing heavily and glance at a very confused Sasha.
"What the hell was that?"
"I'm never accepting lipsticks from anyone again," I say, shakily rubbing my lips.
I don't stop her when she reaches to retrieve it out of the bin. She uncaps it and smells it. Her body immediately recoils and she stares at me.
Oh shit. I should have flushed it.
"Devi," she speaks seriously. "Who the fuck gave this to you? Who the fuck gave you a lipstick drenched in fucking ammonia?"
Her tone is different as if I'm standing on a tightrope, the hurt bordering anger in her eyes. She grips the tube tightly, her eyes not leaving mine.
"The truth. I know everything, so there's no point in lying."
"I forgot it was in there I swear," I tell her, begging her to believe me.
"Who."
"Ares," I force out. "I wasn't sure why but I guess now we know now..."
She digs out a knife and scoops out every part of the lipstick before smearing it at the bottom of the sink. Then she takes it apart before releasing a sigh of relief.
"No tracker. It could have been rigged, you realise that?"
I've made so many mistakes until now. This is the first one to be exposed and I have a feeling it isn't the last.
My lips tingle when I speak. "I was sup–"
"You have to tell him," she interrupts. "Don't you think he needs to know?" she whispers.
The thought of it has my heart seizing and my lungs gasping for air. This is why I try not to think about it.
"He does," I nod, "but I'm scared. I don't want to ruin everything and I know that's really selfish."
Her eyes soften. "Do it before someone else does."
"I don't think you understand what you're asking me of. You're asking me to sign my death wish."
She shakes her head, putting her hands on my shoulders. "But it's you. You. Whether he likes it or not, some part of him will hold him back."
"What is that supposed to mean?" I whisper.
"Stop asking stupid questions malyshka," she says. "What's holding you ba–"
"I would literally rather kill myself– and again, I know that's selfish because I'm only thinking about what's going to happen to me and not what he's going to feel," I say, my voice wavering as I drag my fingers down my face. "But I've been avoiding the mere act of thinking about it for weeks now because of this– everything I do is wrong. Even to the point of how I fucking think, and I don't know how to change that."
"Well..." she pauses, chewing her lip. It's a pause that feels like a lifetime and I can see the hesitance in her eyes when she continues.
"Malyshka, If you love him, you will do the right thing."
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