Chapter Eighteen
KILLIAN
She blushes.
Ilya Gusarev, just blushed. The realization that even a seasoned killer like her could be affected by something as simple as that compliment.
Kumunot yung noo niya ng bahagya, nang para bang hindi niya ako pinaniniwalaan kahit na halata naman sa hitsura niyang nagustuhan niya yung sinabi ko. Or maybe the flush on her cheeks is from the orgasm that I just gave?
I licked my lips, tasting her sweetness again on my tongue.
"Still perfect, Il—" Naputol yung sinabi ko dahil hinila niya ako muli pababa sa kanya at hinalikan, at hindi ko magawang magreklamo dahil gusto ko itong side niya. Na siya yung nagi-initiate.
There is something about a woman who does the first move. It was a bold and assertive act, one that not only revealed her desire but also hinted at the complexity of her character. I, for this part, found myself captivated by her confidence and the way she had taken control of the moment.
Nahanap ko na naman sa sariling kong napangiti sa kanyang labi. God, how long I've waited to have her in my arms this way. It felt like a dream turned into reality, a longing fulfilled that had haunted me for far too long.
Napaatras ako sa kanyang mga labi, feeling my cock hardened at the way her face flushes pink. Her eyes dilated as the remnants of her tears gathers on her skin from moaning my name. As if she wanted me to take her into my bed.
Pinigilan kong maakit sa kanyang hitsura ngayon. Handa man siya, pero gusto kong manggaling iyon sa kanyang bibig.
I wanted her to accept the fact that she is perfect to me.
Idinausdos ko iyong aking palad sa kanyang pisngi, nang hindi nawawala ang aking mga ngiti sa labi. "Hindi ka naniniwala, hmm?" I murmured, a few inches from her lips. "Ilya, you have no idea how much you affect me, how much I desire you. Every touch, every taste, it's all a testament to how incredibly perfect you are to me," I said as I leaned in and kissed her parted lips.
I pulled away again as the scent of her perfume fills my nose as I take in a deep breath. How can she be this confident and strong, yet still carry an air of insecurity and vulnerability?
Nanatili siyang tahimik at nakatingin lang sa aking mga mata. I know that her mind is spinning right now, looking for the right words to say. So, I didn't push her more. Napabuntong-hininga ako at lumayo para makaupo ng maayos. Ibinaba ko yung kanyang pang-itaas, at hinawi yung kanyang buhok pagkatapos.
"I'm sorry if my words have stirred up something in you," I say softly. "But I mean every word."
Nagsimula akong tumayo sa sofa para pulutin yung kanyang mga damit, pero pinigilan ako ng kanyang kamay sa pag-alis. Napaupo siya at tumingala sa akin. "Can I stay here for tonight?" She asked.
A feeling of warmth floods in my chest at her request, and I nod my head without hesitation. "Of course," I say, my voice reassuring. "You're welcome to stay here. Come, you can freshen up upstairs."
Inalok ko yung aking kamay at tumayo si Ilya para ayusin yung kanyang damit para matakpan yung kanyang ibaba. I smiled at how cute she looks right now. With a confident step, I led the way, guiding her towards the stairs that ascended to my bedroom. The soft glow of the hallway lights illuminated our path.
I may be a son of a bitch, and a crazy motherfucker obsessed with her, but I understand her hesitation. At tsaka kakapatay lang niya kay Darren kanina at baka high pa siya sa adrenaline....and also to what I just gave her.
Sa dulo ng hallway, binuksan ko yung pinto ng aking kwarto, gesturing my left hand for her to get inside, while the other is holding her clothes. I lean against the door frame as I watch her take in the decor of my bedroom.
Yung kama ay makikita sa gitna na nakasandal sa isang dingding na may mga katabing bedside table sa magkabilaan nito. There is really nothing special about my room; it's rather just a plain one—no ostentatious details or opulent adornments. On the bed, pillows and sheets in dark shades of blacks, grays, and blue. Yung tanging nagdadagdag kulay lang rito sa kwarto ko ay yung blue-gray na rectangular carpet sa sahig, wooden panels sa ulo ng kama, yung puting kurtina sa bintana at strip lights na nakapalibot sa gilid ng kisame.
Pinagmasdan ni Ilya yung aking kwarto nang para bang may hinahanap siya rito. "Bakit?" Tanong ko.
Humarap siya sa akin nang may maliit na ngiti sa kanyang mga labi. "Tinitingnan ko lang na baka nakakabit rito yung painting ko."
"I'm sorry, but you will never see art in here."
"Why not? Ang ganda ng dingding mo para hindi sabitan ng painting," sabi niya.
When I tell you that Calliope hates the simplicity of my home, she is right.
Umalis ako sa pagkakasandal sa pinto at lumapit sa kanya. "I just like my space unpretentious," I answered and pointed at an arch on a wall at our left. "You can use my bathroom over there. Iiwanan nalang kita ng damit rito sa kama. I'll just head down to my office in a bit."
"I can use the bathroom in your guest bedroom, Killian."
"No."
"I can sleep there too, kung may gagawin ka pa."
My eyes darken. "No. You will not."
"Ayokong makaistorbo."
"Ilya, when I said that you have this effect on me," I began, my voice tinged with a mixture of sincerity and vulnerability, "I meant it in ways I can't fully put into words."
Ilya turned to me, her eyes locked onto me, a silent invitation to continue.
Mas lumapit ako sa kanya, at hinimas ang kanyang pisngi. "You challenge the very essence of who I am," I confessed. "I may be doing bad things—the bad guy, but when I am with you, I feel more alive, like I am capable of doing something good."
A flicker of emotion passed across Ilya's face, and her gaze softened as she reached out to touch my hand on her cheek. "And what does mean, Killian?"
I smiled, the weight of my feelings lifting as I spoke. "It means that when I'm with you, I'm not just existing; I'm truly living."
Hinalikan niya yung aking pulso. "Damn, you. Akala ko ba hindi mo masabi ng maayos nararamdaman mo?"
"I needed you in my bed, Ilya," pang-aasar ko sa kanya at napapalo siya sa aking dibdib. Umiiling siya na lumayo at naglakad papuntang banyo.
"You better be by my side when I wake up, Killian."
Napataas ako ng kilay sa pagbabanta niya. "Or what?"
Itinaaas niya yung kanyang kamay, nakalabas ang hinlalaki at dahan-dahang idinaan iyon sa kanyang leeg—a gesture to slice my throat. Napangiti nalang ako at tumungo ng walk-in-closet nang marinig yung pinto sa banyo na sumara. Naglabas ako ng iilang damit na sa tingin ko ay Kakasya sa kanya at inilapag iyon sa kama.
Pagkababa ko sa aking opisina rito sa bahay ay kinuha ko yung aking tablet at tiningnan ang iilang balita patungkol kay Darren na hanggang sa ngayon ay pinaghahanap pa rin. It has been a day already, and they are being relentless.
Kailangan kong matanong si Ilya kung saan niya Tinapon ang katawan ni Darren. Pinagkakatiwalaan ko naman siya kanyang mga paraan, pero hindi naman siguro makakasakit na malamang maayos niya itong itinapon—yung hindi madadawit sa kanya yung pagpatay.
Kailangan ko rin na mabisita muli yung bahay para ma-double check kung totoo nga na naayos lahat ni Ilya. "I cannot let the authorities point their fingers at her in this kill," I whispered to myself, my voice filled with determination. "If possible, I would prefer them to point them at me."
Pero hindi pupwede dahil isa akong public figure. Hindi ko rin kaya i-risk ang kumapanya, at ang reputasyon nina Calliope at Calix. Hindi nila alam kung anong klaseng tao ang kanilang kapatid.
Umaasa nalang ako na lalaglag sa plano ko yung magiging resulta.
Makalipas ang iilang minuto ay bumalik ako sa itaas, dala-dala ang aking tablet, matapos i-enable yung security system ng bahay. Pagpasok ko ng kwarto ay nakita kong nakahiga na si Ilya sa aking kama. Yung kumot ay nakapatong sa kanyang katawan at humihinga siya ngayon ng mabagal.
Hindi ko siya nilapitan at tumungo nalang sa banyo para maghanda sa pagtulog. When I'm beside her under the covers, I gently reached out and brushed a stray strand of hair from her face, my touch light and tender. The world outside, with its shadows and dangers, seemed distant and irrelevant in that instant.
Napagalaw siya sa ginawa ko at humarap sa akin at daha-dahang iminulat ang kanyang mga mata. "You're done with work?" She whispered.
"Yeah. Go back to sleep, Ilya."
Umiling siya. "I don't want to go back to sleep."
I look at her with concern, sensing that something is weighing heavily on her mind. "That's okay. May gusto ka bang pagusapan?" Sabi ko, at kahit na gusto ko siyang mas lapitan pa ay pinigilan ko ang aking sarili.
Umiling siya muli. "No...I was just thinking how you make me feel alive too."
"How?" I asked, staring at Ilya's gaze held with a mixture of emotions, a storm of feelings that she had kept hidden for so long. She paused for a moment, as if searching for the right words to convey the depths of her emotions.
"How?" she repeated my question, her voice soft and introspective. "You make me feel alive because when I'm with you, I tend to forg—."
Naputol yung sinabi niya at hinimok ko syang ituloy iyon. "Forget what?"
Forget the pain of losing a friend? Forget that an important person her life is gone?
Ilya reached out, her hand finding mine in the darkness. "Just make me forget, Killian...Please."
And I pulled her closer, engulfing her in my arms. "Be vocal at what you need, Ilya."
"I need to feel you again.+"
Without hesitation, I leaned in, kissing her lips. In this shared moment of desire and longing, I meet her tongue with mine. Ihinawi ko yung kumot sa aming mga katawan at lumayo sa kanyang mga labi. "Are you sure?"
She nodded. "Yes," she whispered and even pulled me on top of her. Her arms snaking around my neck and back. "I want you inside me, Killian."
Seeing her plead on my bed, in my white t-shirt made my cock harden. Then I glide my palm on her neck, letting it stay there, feeling her pulse. "Once I claim you Ilya, there is no going back. You are mine and I am yours—remember that," I said, my voice gravelly low, hinting threat as I lightly squeeze her neck.
"Yes..." She answered, lightly smiling at my act.
With her affirmation, inialis ko yung kanyang mga kamay na nakapalibot sa akin at hinila ko yung aking suot na t-shirt para alisin. Sinunod ko rito yung aking boxer shorts, hanggang sa sumama iyon sa sahig. Ilya leaned on her elbows, biting her lip as she looked at my bare body; from my chest down to my hard cock that hangs below.
"Do you like what you see?"
She nods. "Yeah, I've never seen a cock this close since college."
Muntik na ako mabulunan sa sinabi niya, habang pinipigilang hindi matawa. "What the fuck, Ilya?"
Umupo siya sa kama at tinanggal naman yung kanyang suot. "It's true," sabi niya ng nakangiti, at lumuhod sa aking harapan, revealing her handful breasts and bare pussy. "Though, madalas sa mga male models ko lang yun nakikita, with the addition of few classical sculptures...Yours though, is a sight to see." Bumaba yung kanyang mga titig sa akin at napanganga. "Will it fit?"
I grasp her chin to me, and I smirked against her lips. "I will make sure it will, Ilya."
Bumalik yung kanyang mga braso na pumupulot sa aking balikat at leeg, at sinalubong niya ako ng mga halik. Then I pushed her, dropping both of our bodies in the bed. I kissed her neck, tasting her skin and breathing in my soap in her. Napatigil ang aking mga bibig sa balikat niya banda, nang makaramdam ako ng umbok sa kanyang balat.
"What happened?" I ask, curious. I ran my fingers into the scar, and she catches my hand to stop me.
"Bike accident," she tells me weakly.
"When?"
"Five years ago. After my best friend died, I got a little reckless and crashed on my first motorbike. But let's not talk about it, you promised to make me feel alive, Killian." She said as she uses my palm to slide it on her breast instead. Since it was a sore topic for her, bumalik ako sa paghalik sa kanyang katawan.
She moaned in the dark as I capture a nipple in my mouth, swirling my tongue around it and giving it a bite after. My other hand slides down on her taut stomach until it reached her pubic bone, and then palmed her heat.
"Last chance, Ilya. Tell me stop and I will," I say softly, leaving her nipple and brushed my lips against hers.
Asking for her permission is important as I feel that she is still vulnerable.
"I don't want you to stop," she pleads.
I lean for a kiss again as my fingers played into her pussy, finding her wet already. I inserted a finger at bigla agad iyon hinigop at sumikit sa paligid ng aking daliri. Just like what I did a while ago in the living room, I plunged it in and out until she is a writhing for more of me.
Our kiss slowed as I feel her ready, and I hovered on top other my other arm braced on the wall above us.
"I've had a vasectomy," I said, keeping my eyes on her. "I've been tested too, and I am clean. I am not comfortable with condoms...will that be, okay?"
"Yes," sagot niya sa akin, not even asking for me to elaborate more.
"Sigurado ka?" Tinanong ko siya muli, at tumango si Ilya at napatingin sa ibaba ng inilabas ko yung aking daliri, and rubbed her wetness on my cock. The sight as I prod my head into her, took us to groan and moan in bliss.
"Fuck, Killian."
Napaungol siya nang hindi naaalis yung tingin sa magkadikit naming katawan. I smiled, as I moved my head to her clit flicking it, gathering more wetness from her. A desperate sound escapes her and my eyes almost dims from the feeling of her silky entrance. I enter her with one stroke and she moans my name again.
"Ano sabi ko kanina, Ilya?" I asked, my voice low, almost to the brink of sounding dangerous. I slide out of her pussy, inch by inch. "What did I say about you a while ago?"
"T-that... I am... perfect," sagot niya sa akin, habang pinagbabalanse ang paghinga at pag-ungol. If the is how she is on bed, I am not sure if I could last.
"And?" I urged her on, pushing back in.
"Yours..."
"Good girl. You're right. You. Are. Mine—" a give her another hard thrust that got her whimpering with pleasure— "If any man who even dares to look at you with longing will be sliced and diced—" I pound into her again, controlling my orgasm— "if they dare to, I'd fuck you with his dead body beside us."
She moans as I grab her thigh in a staining grip, pulling it across my back so I can hit bury my cock deeper, my head caressing her G-Spot with every stroke.
"Same goes for you, Killian," she whispers. "Any woman who dares to touch you would be on the—ah fuck—news..."
I smiled wickedly at her words; the jealousy and threat getting me high. Itiningala ko yung kanyang ulo para mahalikan ang kanyang leeg. I gave her skin bites and kisses, as I fuck her. Fuck her like it's all I'd ever wanted to do my whole life.
Because I fucking crave her.
Crave for her kisses, touch, and smile.
Dumausdos yung kanyang kamay sa aking buhok para iharap ang mukha ko sa kanya. "I forgot to say," sabi niya at hindi ako tumigil sa aking paglabas-pasok. "If they even imagine being with you, I'll cut their fucking hands and feed it to them. Understand, pequeño lobo?"
Little wolf?
She bats her lashes at me while holding unto my shoulder, meeting me thrust for thrust as she gyrates her hips. My eyes go black from her possessiveness, and I went back to nipping her neck, enough to leave a mark. Without stopping my movements, I carve down a path down into her nipple, sucking on it hard, before scarping it to release.
"Duly noted, ma'am," I said. "You are the only woman that I wanted to hear her screams, Ilya." I bit her breast again, causing her to whimper and I chuckle. "I know you could sound better than a whimper, moy malen'kiy kotenok."
I slammed back into her pussy, and I lose myself to the feeling of her body underneath mine. Her scent mixing with my soap floods my senses as I she kisses my neck to taste my skin. Nang maramdaman kong sumisikip siya palibot sa akin, lumayo ako para titigan siya.
"Fuck. I can feel it, Ilya," I whispered, watching her face as her mouth opens and moaned hard. She come apart with chanting my name in the dark. I swear I can feel every grip and flutter her pussy makes around my cock, enough to make me groan my release, spilling my cum in her.
Every drop poured in match with every beat of my heart.