After handing the bike back to the agency man who had brought it to him, Volkov carried her bridal style, practically throwing her in his car in frustration.
“Mr. Volkov, let go of me. I will just go with Ashton. I am sure he is here somewhere,“Aaliyah said and Volkov pinched the area between his brows before sighing.
“Mr. Volkov, mmmmh, why are you treating me like this?” Aaliyah grabbed his hand, trying to get on top of him, and Volkov clenched his teeth, driving at the highest speed possible between the lanes.
Seeing his chiseled jaws from so close, Aaliyah felt like deja vu hitting her, and she climbed on his lap, straddling him while he was still driving, making him sigh.
If Volkov had any doubts about her forgetting the kiss on the hill, this was the living proof of it. It has been only one hour and she is already acting like nothing has happened between them. She can act normally because she is drunk, but what is he supposed to do with his soldier that is refusing to sit down today?
“Aaliyah, sit properly,” Volkov’s lips touched her neck as he tried to look around her to drive while she continued to straddle him.
“I want to sit here,” Aaliyah said, feeling good.
The more she acted like this, the harder it became for him to control his urges to pin her down. It was already bad that her top was ripped, showing a perfect cleavage to him and now she was straddling him too. Just what the hell did this girl really want from him? Admit him to the hospital for blue balls?
Groaning in annoyance as his urges were deepening with each movement she was making, he grit his teeth before cursing out his house for being so far from this place.
“Aaliyah, if you don’t get down, I will bite you,” Volkov threatened her, but it looked like she had made up her mind about not listening to him. When she didn’t comply, he grabbed a fistful of her hair before tilting her face and biting her neck, making her wince slightly.
If Volkov thought this would teach her a lesson, he was wrong. As soon as he bit her neck, rather than returning to her seat, Aaliyah arched her back, pushing her chest in front, straddling him even closer, and Volkov hissed, his own emotions slipping again.
Threatening isn’t working, biting isn’t working, just what the hell is he supposed to do to stop her? Give her his d*ck for her to play with? Volkov grumbled in his head.
He was sure if this continued, he would surely hit a tree or something. Having no other way around it, he pulled her closer, hugging her tightly with his left hand as he drove his car.
“Mmm, you are crushing me,” Aaliyah moaned as she tried to create some distance between them, but she was no match to his steel grip.
Quickly reaching his house, Volkov took Aaliyah straight to the guest room, throwing her on the bed.
Pure torture. That’s what this girl was. She doesn’t have the slightest idea of how seductive she can become when she acts sensually. And it makes things even worse.
“Behave yourself, Aaliyah. You stay here. Let me bring some lemon water,” Volkov said, but before he could move, Aaliyah held his hand.
“Will lemon water help?” Aaliyah asked, her seductive gaze looking at his face as if searching for something.
“We can try,” His eyes started wandering places they shouldn’t, and he looked up at Aaliyah, who was looking straight at him.
If he didn’t know about her state, he would’ve thought she knew the meaning behind Volkov’s gaze as she was looking at him.
“We can try something else too. Something that starts with your lips, and we can decide the end,” Aaliyah grabbed his chin, grazing his lower lip with her thumb, and though she was shorter than him, he felt cornered under her dark gaze.
Remembering the passionate kiss on the hill that Aaliyah had forgotten, he groaned helplessly.
He was done being polite. The only reason he was being patient was that he didn’t want to take advantage of her drunk state, but what was he supposed to do when she was insinuating such words? Kissing her again and having his soldier’s urge deepening was not even an option when all he wanted to do right now was tear her clothes and kiss every inch of it.
“Aaliyah, you have no idea what you are talking about. So just sit on the bed while I bring something to sober you up,” Volkov tried, but Aaliyah placed her head on his chest instead.
“I know what I am talking about, Mr. Volkov. This is what I want right now. Treat me like you treat me in my dreams. The dark temptation, I want it. I want to feel your soft lips and rough hands on my body. Your lips wrapped around my n*pples and your fingers rubbing my cl -” Aaliyah couldn’t complete her sentence when Volkov grabbed the back of her neck, bringing her closer to himself, his eyes turning darker.
“Stop talking, Aaliyah. Be a good girl,” Volkov’s cold gaze was turning on Aaliyah even more, and she clenched her legs, her actions not going unnoticed by Volkov, who gritted his teeth.
Throwing her away, he slammed the door behind him, taking deep breaths to control the demon inside him, who was itching to take over and have his way with the girl.
All his life, Volkov hasn’t slept with any woman, merely because no one could pique his interest before, but it was different with Aaliyah. She was like a lethal seducing drug, and he was slowly becoming addicted.
The kiss on the hill was like the biggest dose he has till now and he wanted more of it.
Maybe it started when she ran with his hand in her from that club and kicked the man who sliced his hand, or maybe, it was when he saw her using that gun. He wasn’t sure when it started. His goals were still the same, to find more about her, but his emotions were slipping.
He wasn’t a kid to not know what he was feeling for her.
Volkov knows that once he unleashes his demon, there will be no turning back, and that’s what he didn’t want.
Aaliyah was too innocent right now, and he wasn’t sure if she would be able to handle his life of loneliness.
Going inside the room with the lemon water, he sighed at Aaliyah, who looked up at him, her eyes twinkling again.
“Thanks,” she said.
“Let me help you,” Volkov placed the glass closer to her lips, and she drank from it before abruptly standing, making the glass tilt and the water fall on her.
“I am wet,” Aaliyah looked down at herself with scrunched brows, and Volkov sighed. He took out a fresh towel and t-shirt for her to change into it. He was about to leave the room to give her some privacy, but he didn’t expect Aaliyah to take off her top, her sports bra making her breasts plumper and bounce a little, his d*ck immediately reacting to the scene in front of him.
‘F*ck it,’ Volkov growled before walking near her.
“I hate being wet,” Aaliyah’s innocent words brought him out of his daze.
“On the second note, what was your dream about?” Volkov stood near the bed, looking at her like she was some kind of toy and she stood on her tiptoes, placing her lips on the corner of his mouth.
“This is it,” she said, and Volkov nodded.
“Go in the bathroom and change into this,”
“How do I look?”
Volkov looked up when she came back, noticing she was wearing nothing but his t-shirt. Her perky n*pples made it clear she wasn’t wearing a bra.
“It’s so big,” Aaliyah giggled, jumping around, making him close his eyes in frustration before he looked at her.
“Volkov,” Aaliyah whispered.
This was the first time she didn’t use Mr.
“My name is Dominic,” Volkov said with raised brows.
“Dominic,” Her soft voice with her puckered lips broke the last thread of control Volkov had, and he observed her moves with a predatory gaze as she walked, standing in front of him.
“Do you hate me?” She asked, clearly indicating that she has no recollection of what they had been doing till now, and Volkov leaned back like the boss he was.
“Where did it come from?” He asked, curious.
“Don’t know. It’s what I feel,” She spoke, and Volkov smirked.
“I don’t hate you, Aaliyah. Do you want me to prove it to you?” He tilted his hand, and she nodded.
“Come sit on my lap,” His voice was cold, and Aaliyah didn’t waste a second complying with his wishes.
Though she was intoxicated, she felt her intoxication of his scent was greater than the drug she was on.
Her drunken state was bringing out her desires that she had hidden for too long.
“Not like this. Like this,” Volkov helped her legs on either side of him so that she was straddling him like she was doing in the car.
“What do you feel right now, Aaliyah?”
“I feel wet and insatiate,” Aaliyah looked into Volkov’s eyes, her eyes lingering on his lips.
“I want to kiss you, Mr. Volkov,” She placed her hands on his chest, and he placed his hand on her waist, bringing her closer to himself.
“I don’t see what is stopping you,” he massaged her back with his thumbs before he cupped her face and massaged her lower lip, ready to give into everything she would ask now, and she arched her back slightly, her chest pushing against Volkov’s again.
‘Were they really soft like tofu as Samantha had described?’ Volkov’s mind wandered, and his gaze lingered over the deep V which was showing above his t-shirt. He wanted to do so many things to her at the moment, the most strongest being making her moan his name and scream in pleasure.
“Mr. Volkov,” She whispered, making him pull his gaze back from her chest to her eyes.
“I am going to kiss you now,” Placing her lips softly on Volkov’s, she closed her eyes gently.
Volkov waited for her to move, giving her enough time to settle with this new feeling. However, when she didn’t after some time, he pulled her back, only to see her sleeping soundly.
“Such a tease,” Volkov sighed before gently tucking her under the blanket.
“Goodnight, moya Lyubov,” Volkov planted a soft kiss on her forehead.
If he had any doubts about it earlier, it was decided. There was no going back now. He wanted to know more about her and see if she was going to become a hindrance in his life, but more than that, now he wanted her for himself.