God of Vengeance

I shouldn't be here.

I should be somewhere completely different, doing something that doesn't involve an icy blonde lying in front of me like a fucking eating arrangement.

I don't know what happened tonight or how I ended up in the Elites' mansion during their creepy little sacrificial circle or whatever the hell they were doing. It certainly looked that way, considering a certain King had been sacrificed in the most beautiful way possible: as a laughingstock in front of his little peasants.

For that, I wasn't particularly mad about being here, and I sure as hell had filmed it in case Jeremy ever needed a good laugh or just wanted to cool off his jealousy whenever Landon was around.

It was honestly exhausting sometimes, watching him lose his normally controlled façade whenever a certain silver-haired Brit was involved.

I was free to go about my business tonight. Jeremy and I had a mutual understanding: whenever he didn't need me, though he never explicitly asked, he knew I was minding my own business. And because I knew he understood that, he never intervened or stopped me, as long as I was there whenever he needed me.

It was mutual trust, which was why I respected him so much.

Yet, what I was doing right now wasn't exactly an act of trustworthiness.

I might have eavesdropped on a conversation between Maya and Mia not long ago, and I knew the little ice princess was desperate to leave the mansion and do something she shouldn't be doing.

It was obvious from the way she'd been avoiding me ever since she'd choked on my cock like a desperate little thing.

And honestly, it was almost endearing how she avoided eye contact whenever she caught me standing behind Jeremy. She didn't even blatantly flirt with him anymore, like she used to.

Instead, she'd throw a weak remark or comment my way, hiss something in my direction without looking me in the eyes, and leave a trail of dust behind as she rushed off as quickly as she could.

But then there were other times when I knew she was watching me.

When I grabbed something from the fridge, when I was talking to Jeremy in the hallway, or that one time when Glyndon, Killian's girlfriend, came over and asked me where Killian was. I caught Maya gnawing on her bottom lip rather furiously. I even managed to flash Glyndon a smile, only to catch that little spark of betrayal in Sokolov’s eyes. (I might’ve risked my life by doing so, but thank fuck, Carson wasn’t around to witness anything.)

Okay, admittedly, I quite enjoyed getting a reaction out of her, even though she clearly tried to hide it. And I knew I should hate that.

I shouldn't have listened to that conversation. And even if I had, I should've found Jeremy or, better yet, Nikolai and told him what his sisters were planning.
I shouldn't have gotten myself involved because, fuck this, it wasn't my business.

Maya wasn't my business. And neither was Mia.

I rolled my eyes inwardly, knowing very well that, although I liked Mia and didn't mind her company, it was her sister who had been driving me mad for the past few weeks.

And yet, here I was, after breaking into the Elites' mansion, risking not only getting caught by my snobby British enemies but also by Jeremy and the Heathens. They would've wanted to know what I was doing there in the first place, potentially exposing a weakness the Elites could use against me.
And Jeremy would've immediately known that I hadn't done what he'd asked me to do, which was to stay away from Maya Sokolov.

If he had any mercy, he'd only tell Nikolai, who would probably kill me in the most brutal way imaginable.

"I-Ilya?"

Mhm, fuck.

My eyes nearly rolled back at the soft, desperate, almost adorable sound of Maya's voice. She was shifting beneath me on the sheets, clearly feeling exposed yet needy, while I was struggling to keep my attention where it belonged.

And there went whatever resilience and guilt I'd managed to muster. I could deal with my self-hatred later.

The moonlight filtering through her windows gave me a glimpse of the beauty hidden in the darkness. I almost reached over to switch on the bedside lamp, just so I could admire the full glory of Maya fucking Sokolov.

"D-Don't you want to anymore?"

I might not have caught the question if it hadn't been for the profound silence surrounding us that night. No bodyguards, no Heathens—everyone was busy chasing girls through the forest or kissing masked men in their spare time. (I’d recognize my ex-leaders fucked up eyes everywhere, yet I couldn’t solve, what business he had with the Heathen’s fifth member? Or rather with his tongue. Welp, not my business.) No cars or bikes were coming or going. And no guards were rushing in or out. Absolute silence.

And hearing the most vulnerable sound Maya had ever made brought me to a halt. My eyes widened in the darkness, momentarily stunned.

How could I deny such a meal? Was she insane?

At what point during all my reckless actions that night had I given her the impression that I didn't want to devour her whole?

Was it when I'd left her breathless and bend over the sink in the Elites' bathroom, or when I'd watched her lose herself in the mirror after I barely touched her pussy, almost failing in restraining myself from taking things further and fucking her raw against the bathroom floor?
Or was it me waiting for her, like a desperate manwhore, trying to get into the pants of a certain mafia princess who'd had me desperate ever since the day I'd let her choke on my cock?

No. Perhaps it had started when I'd carried her out of the woods and made her take a shower.

Or when I'd woken her up with water?

Fuck, when had this mess started? When had she become my absolute kryptonite? I didn't know, but I had to shamefully admit to myself that I'd been secretly fantasizing about her fucking face for what felt like forever.

The images only grew clearer. I now had different memories stored in my head, each one available whenever my thoughts wandered where they shouldn't. Whenever my desire overwhelmed me and I needed her face in order to make myself cum in the shower before washing away the shame every single time.

And this moment would be added to that collection of memories I'd keep hidden.

I grunted, pulling Maya closer by her ankles, making her gasp.

"Spread those legs, Maya." I sounded desperate. Hungry.
"Spread those legs and let me see what you're serving tonight."

God, I really was starving, wasn't I?

Maya's breath caught and, though hesitant, she slowly followed my lead as I gathered the fabric of her dress.

I let out an approving sound, unable to hide how much I wanted her.

"I won't ease into this," I whispered, my voice almost animalistic. "I've been waiting for this all night, and you're going to have to answer for making me wait and for sneaking into enemy territory in the first place."

"You don't— AH" Maya clawed on the bed sheets, shock visible on her face in the dim light when I slapped her pussy, enjoying the stickiness that coated parts of my hands.

"Don't talk back, printsessa." I pulled her closer, until she could feel my breath against her clit.

"You unleashed this. Now deal with the consequences."

I lowered my head, and the rest of the world seemed to disappear as I affixed my mouth to her pussy. I enjoyed the goosebumps spreading across my neck when she moaned in surprise. Her sweetness spread across my tongue instantly and fuck she tasted like nirvana.

Fucking nirvana.

God, how could a fucking bitch like her taste so damn sweet.

I couldn’t help but groan at the taste, eagerly licking and sucking all the juices I could get which made her squirm around me.
She was driving me insane. I had expected her to be guarded, perhaps too proud to let herself go, but the vulnerability in her reactions caught me off guard.

The moment I realized how openly she was responding to me, I nearly lost what little composure I had left.

Maya was the most honest I’ve ever seen her be since I’ve known her.
The moment I started sucking her clit she was moaning in the most beautiful way. I couldn’t help myself and humped against the bed to release some tension when hearing her lose herself.

I was losing my mind when listening to the songs she was singing and it only animated me to go further, wilder.

I circled around her clit, giving open mouth kisses to the little pleasure point before flattening my tongue and licking her from her opening up to the clit again.

I did that a few times before tonguing her opening and moaning simultaneously with her when the taste was only stronger at the core.

I was becoming just as affected by her as she was by me.

"Fuck, printsessa, how can you be so damn sweet?"

It was like I was swallowing tangy peaches. She was gushing all over my mouth, it was dripping down my chin and I was going feral for it.

Fuck. Maya Sokolov begging?

Hell, yes.

I loved seeing her let her guard down. Loved how she seemed to forget about the world around us for a moment. I loved her this docile and sweet. Loved how she melted against my mouth and how she was wasn’t shy to admit the pleasure I was giving to her.

I looked up, seeing faintly how she was losing herself in the moonlight. Her one hand grasping the bedsheets, the other gropping her breast she pulled out from the dress, twisting a nipple, like I did back in the bathroom.

I wished I could see her face more clearly and made a mental note that next time, we'd leave the lights on.

Next time?

There would be a next time?

You think one time is enough?

I closed my eyes, unable to suppress the sound that escaped me, groaning against her sweet pussy and relinquished in the way she sang sounds of bliss when the vibration gave her more pleasure.

Of course this wouldn't be enough.

Who was I fooling?

She was like meth, and I'd become an addict after just one hit.

I should’ve known the moment I turned around to get her from the forest. The moment I couldn’t keep my hands or eyes off her whenever she was nearby.

I hated this bitch so much, but not for the reasons I should have.
Not because she was arrogant, fake, and absolutely infuriating.

I hated her for being in my head. For how much I enjoyed seeing her break through that façade. For every little genuine reaction that slipped past it.

Fuck. Me.

I pulled back suddenly, breathing heavily before standing up. Before she could ask what was going on, I pulled my shirt over my head and leaned over to tear her dress off, making her shriek.

“What—” she began, but stopped when I sat back on my knees on the bed and turned her towards me by her hips. Her eyes widened as she realized what I was doing. I was maneuvering her into the moonlight, where her blue eyes sparkled as I finally got a clearer look at her face.

And her body.

I dragged one hand down my face, trying not to lose my shit as I took in her entire figure. God, she looked as though she'd been drawn. Like a fucking piece of art that belonged in the Louvre.

The thought immediately made me grit my teeth. The mere image of someone else seeing her like this was enough to make me furious.

I’d caught a glimpse of her when I’d put her in the shower after our little adventure in the forest. I’d seen her in those lacy scraps of fabric, too. But I’d tried to be good and keep my eyes from lingering for too long.

Besides, that had been nothing compared to seeing her in the moonlight now.

My eyes travelled down her figure, taking in every detail. She was slim, but her hips… God, her hips were the most feminine thing about her.

I couldn't help noticing that they were a little fuller than Mia's. Not that I was comparing. It was just something that had caught my eye. Naturally. Because no matter how similar they looked, they were twins for fucks sake, I’ve always seen differences between them. Not just the obvious discrepancy of their character and aesthetics. Also their looks. Maya was actually a little shorter than Mia which you could barely see with the high heels she was wearing most of the time. But she was in fact a little shorter. Her upper lip was fuller than Mia’s and Maya had a chin dimple that was rarely visible. Only when she was with her siblings she had genuine laughters which exposed the dimple for a short moment.
Mia’s eyes were like puppy eyes whereas Maya were almost like those of a sirens. Deeper, seductive yet… lonely.
And then there were her hips and her full ass.

I knew she worked out in her room with those little weights and used the mansion's gym in the basement whenever she could. And those squats were certainly doing wonders for her figure.

A small sound broke my concentration, and I looked up to find the most unexpected sight.

A shy Maya Sokolov.

Her arms moved awkwardly towards her chest, and when I realized she was trying to hide herself, I reached for her again. She looked away, suddenly seeming far less sure of herself than the woman who usually had an answer for everything.
I pulled her by her hips, if only to touch them, and threw her legs over my shoulders, pulling her arms away from her body.

“Don’t you dare deny me this view, printsessa,” I demanded in a rough whisper.

My heart nearly broke as I witnessed yet another phenomenon: Maya Sokolov was blushing.

“Eyes on me, printsessa.” I lifted her higher, until her pussy met my mouth again and reached down to cup both of her tits.

I wanted her to look at me. To meet my eyes instead of hiding from them.

“I want you to look at me when you come.” And then I lost myself in her all over again.

She threw her head back, but kept reminding herself to look at me. And she did. She really did. I was so mesmerized by those eyes that everything else seemed to become second nature.

Her reactions were addictive. Every sound she made only made me want to hear more.

“Ilya.”

I loved how she moaned my name and when she started to shamelessly ride my face I knew she was close. I let go off one of her tit and pushed one of her leg down my shoulder to push two fingers inside of her, curving them up in a ‘come-here’ motion at the same pace I was tonguing her clit.
She was so impossibly wet and tight and just the image made me almost cum in my pants.

At this point Maya was a sweaty mess and by the way she was pushing my head off I knew she was close to explode.

“Come on my face, baby,” I rasped.

And then she lost it. Maya was screaming silently, her voice stuck somewhere in her throat as her legs shook while she squirted against my mouth and chest.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

When she started kicking I let her go and she rolled over, curling into fetus position when her orgasm still shook her frame, making her legs spasm.
I looked down at myself and, yep, I fucking came, too. The moment she gushed her nectar all over me.

I'd never witnessed anything like it in my entire life.

I’d been with women before. Not many, since I was rarely interested in relationships, and casual fucks held about as much appeal to me as a root canal. I had too much on my plate to bother with casual flings.

But whenever I did have sex, it was good. Fine. A release.

But never like this.

Never this intense, and certainly never this mesmerizing. And I wasn’t even in her yet?!

I was panting heavily, watching Maya slowly calm down. She was obviously still overly sensitive, so I waited before touching her again, not wanting to overwhelm her any further.

After a few minutes, her breathing returned to normal, and her body finally relaxed.

I slowly turned her over, but she refused to look at me, lazily chewing on her bottom lip instead.

I smirked.

“Are we being shy?”

Her eyes immediately snapped towards me, her usual defiance and fighting spirit returning as she slapped my hand away.

“Me? Never.”

I licked my bottom lip, savoring her taste, and watched her lips part as she stared at me in awe.

“Want a taste?”

She fucking whimpered. And although she tried to shake her head, I knew she was dying to.

I leaned closer, and her eyes caught sight of the wetness on my chest. It was the second time that night I'd had the pleasure of watching Maya Sokolov blush.

“I-I didn’t mean to—”

“What? Drench me in your cum?”

Her eyes widened as her blush deepened, the tips of her ears turning red.

“T-That—”

“Shhh.”

I moved closer, our noses almost touching. I wrapped my hand around her throat as I wiped two fingers of my other hand down my chest, catching some drops before pushing it into her mouth, making her taste herself.

“That’s how you taste, printsessa,” I murmured, watching her reaction.
I watched her tongue circle my finger, like how she did with my cock. Slowly I pulled them out, watching a string of saliva connecting them with her full lips for a moment.
“And this is how you tasted in my mouth” I whispered before devouring her mouth, making her taste herself on my tongue, leaving her to discover just how much she affected me.

Her eyes widened for a moment before slowly giving in. Her mascara had run, her lashes were damp, and her hair was disheveled in the most perfect way.

I’ve never seen Maya Sokolov this beautiful, I thought before closing my eyes and losing myself in the kiss.

Her arms wrapped around my neck as I pulled her closer, holding her against me, resting my hips neatly between her open legs.

I felt my body respond all over again, my dick hardening and I knew I wanted more.

Somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew we were crossing multiple lines. But right now, in the dark, with nobody else around, I couldn't bring myself to care.

Maya Sokolov was mine tonight, and there was nothing—

Knock. Knock.

“Maya? Are you asleep?”

That was Nikolai Sokolov.