–Aamon–
I woke up when a hand caressed me.
My hand moved swiftly, and I pressed the blade against that throat.
She held her breath and froze.
“A-Aamon.” Natasha’s breath hitched as I pushed her off the bed.
I pulled the sheet up to cover my lower body.
Her eyes were wide, fear flashing across her face.
“You fucking touch me again, and I won’t hesitate to slit your throat,” I threatened as she stood and composed herself.
“How dare you do that to me, Aamon?
I’m your fiancée.”
“Did I propose to you?” I scoffed, almost admiring how frightened she was.
“You are delusional, Natasha.
Tell that to your father.”
“Well, whatever you do, I’ll still get what I want, Aamon.
And whoever you are fucking now, I’ll make sure to serve her head on a silver platter.”
I didn’t show any emotion at all.
I couldn’t let her know that I had my Caia.
“You need a doctor, Natasha.
An asylum suits you better.”
“Bro!”
Matt entered dramatically and rushed toward the bed, pushing Natasha aside as he crawled to my side and hugged me while I was still naked.
“Help me.”
I didn’t cringe, but I felt like throwing up.
He was acting like a gay man.
“Are you gay?
Is that why you never get hard around women?” she exclaimed as I smirked and patted Matt.
Once Natasha left, slamming the door behind her, Matt pushed away from me and cringed.
“Ew,” I muttered as I quickly reached for the hand sanitizer and rubbed it over my body.
He grabbed it too and rubbed it over his face.
“Why do you smell like sex?” he hissed.
“Because I had sex.”
He gagged as he rushed to the bathroom, and he was indeed puking.
“You are so fucked up, bro.”
I laughed and stretched my arms.
“Thank you for saving me,” I said as I pulled the pillow toward me.
He came out, wiping his face.
“You didn’t even save me from Anna.” He rolled his eyes.
“Matty,” I chuckled.
“You don’t need saving from her at all.
I think you enjoyed that kink.”
“Well…” He chuckled.
“It’s indeed my fault.” He sighed.
I looked around my room, checking to see if Natasha had planted something.
I reached for my phone and played back the footage.
She had looked around my room before sitting beside me and rubbing my chest.
I hadn’t known that she could pick a lock—or that she had probably stolen the key from the housekeeper.
“Why is Natasha here every fucking single day?” Matt asked as he went to my minibar and poured himself a vodka.
“I don’t know.” I sighed and pulled out my tablet to check on the yacht.
My beloved was at the front of the yacht, watching the sunset.
She was beautiful even in those baggy clothes.
The warm glow of the setting sun brushed across her face, making her look even more beautiful.
I wanted to fuck her around that yacht.
But I couldn’t let her know that I was her Big Brother.
She always called me Kuya, which irritated me every time I heard it.
But then, from their conversation, I thought she had called me Kuya Aamon—Big Brother Aamon.
I hated it.
I didn’t do incest.
We weren’t even blood-related.
Matt tossed a robe toward me, and I caught it.
“Get up.
We have to catch up with our schedules,” he said.
I slipped the robe on and got ready.
–Caia–
I finally got back to the building, Spring Garden Residences.
My driver had picked me up, and I bought some takeout on the way.
It’s been weeks since I last saw Mr.
A.
I kind-a miss him.
“Miss Blackwood,” the cheerful receptionist called, waving at me.
“You have parcels from Mr.
A.”
“Oh.”
I approached her and looked at the boxes.
“I can have someone send them up,” she said.
“It doesn’t look heavy, and they’re just small boxes.
I’ll take them.”
She nodded as I signed the receipt and took the five medium-sized boxes.
I heard men speaking in Russian as I turned my head and saw Mr.
Fucking A.
He was speaking quickly, issuing commands to Matt and three other men in suits.
He didn’t turn my way, probably because I was wearing a cap.
I didn’t want to wave at him and get his attention.
I simply turned toward the elevator leading to the penthouse.
The doors were about to close, but someone seemed to have pressed the button to keep them open.
That bulky man entered.
He pressed the button for the penthouse as I looked up at him.
“Hello, bunny.” That deep baritone voice sounds sexy and dangerous at the same time.
I nearly shivered.
Wait.
I did shiver at that deep baritone voice, the kind that sounded like a low growl.
He placed his hand against my back.
“You got a lot of packages there, my love.”
“It’s from you?” I asked.
“Hmm, maybe.” He grinned as he removed my cap and kissed the top of my head.
“You smell like the sun.
I like it.”
I looked up at him.
Those pure black eyes reminded me of someone.
He lowered his face and kissed my lips.
The elevator opened, and I looked toward the hallway.
I didn’t say anything and quickly rushed out.
I froze when I felt his hands wrap around my waist.
I dropped the boxes and my duffel bag, but this man didn’t care.
He pinned me against the wall, lifting me until my feet left the floor.
He pressed his body against mine, his hands holding my chin.
“You look glorious, little bunny.”
“Wait,” I gasped when he tried to push my pants down.
But God.
I felt like I wanted to be lifted by this man a lot more.
I wanted his lips on mine, but he didn’t kiss me.
What a bummer!
I smacked his arm, and he stopped.
“There are damn cameras in the hallway, dumbass.”
He roared with laughter as he put me down.
I bent down to pick up the boxes and my duffel bag when I felt him standing behind me.
I noticed that he was so close to me, his legs positioned on either side of mine.
He held my hips while I was still bent down and pressed me against his crotch.
My blood rushed to my cheeks.
I straightened my back and quickly moved away from him.
He smirked at me as he opened the door with his fingerprint and the house code.
He let me in first before following me inside.
I placed the packages on the coffee table.
Once I put my bag down, he pulled me toward him again and pinned me to the bed.
“I think it’s—”
“I’m thirsty,” I said, pushing against his chest.
I wanted to tease him further.
I was sure he was very impatient.
I had even seen the bulge in his pants resting against his thigh.
It was thick.
I didn’t even know how something that big had gone inside me.
I had been a virgin when he took me.
I went to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator.
“You want water?” I asked as I opened the bottle and took a long sip.
“I’ll drink from your pussy, baby,” he answered as I spit out the water from my mouth.
He chuckled as he scooped my chin and licked the water from my face.
I smacked his chest.
I dropped the water bottle as he pulled me over the counter table.
He was still laughing as he pulled my pants off, along with my boyshorts.
“Asshole.” I bit my lip as I watched him kiss my ankles, tracing them to my calves and then to my inner thighs.
His damn hot breath and his tongue opened my wet folds.
“Oh, baby.” He inhaled my scent as I watched his eyes dilate.
“Fuck, I miss you.
Just lay back, baby.” He muttered against my pussy.
“I’m going to make you see the stars… probably even the galaxy.”
I chuckled as he held my legs over his shoulders.
His hot tongue just rolled over my slit to my clit, pushing inside me.
I hummed when he slid one finger… then two… He rubbed it wherever it was.
“Shit,” I gasped.
“Hmm.” He chuckled.
“I found your spot, baby.” He rubbed it again, his tongue lapping at my clit.
I propped myself up on my elbow to get up because I felt like bursting.
He stopped as I moaned in complaint.
He chuckled and did it again and again, edging me from my orgasm until he didn’t stop, and I just came on his face.
What I didn’t expect was that he indeed did as he promised—drinking from my pussy, which was either gross or turned me on.
He lapped my pussy, cleaning me up, and then positioned his big cock.
My eyes widened at the strong veins and that manhood, darker and hard.
“Are you ready, baby?” he asked as I nodded.
He slammed into me, earning me sexy gasps and moans.
“Let’s make this quick.
I have a meeting.”
I don’t know how long it was, or maybe it was short, but he made me cum, and he came inside me.
He pulled out afterward, pulled me into his arms, and kissed my lips.
He grabbed some tissue towels and helped me clean myself up from the dripping semen inside me.
“I’ll be back, Bunny.
Open the parcels, okay?” He kissed my forehead as he fixed himself and left.
I was left there naked from the waist down.
I put my boyshorts and pants back on.
Then, I cleaned up the mess in the kitchen.
I even sanitized it.
Finally, I headed to my living room and started opening the parcels with a small cutter.
I gaped at the big vibrator in the shape of a penis.
Smaller than him, but big enough for me.
I set it aside, and there was a cuff with straps, or like belts.
Whatever it was.
When I checked the picture, my eyes widened.
It’s for kinks!
This man, is he going to tie me up?
Damn it.
I’ll tie him up before he can tie me.