A Lifetime With You by Athrhteera

Alena

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next day went by like a blur, despite trying my best to sleep away the pain. My whole body felt like it was on fire and there was nothing I could do to ignore it except for when I had grown tired. The sound of the door being pushed had alarmed me, causing my eyes to open.

The man from yesterday walked in and all I could do was watch his movements. He had pulled a chair to sit in front of me, "There will be a doctor to come and attend you." , yet I kept quiet.

I frowned,

This man had stopped the I*ic from doing something without my consent. Even though he had shown a little bit of kindness, I knew better than to trust these men. They had agendas of their own and they were going to risk everything in order to achieve their goals; growing up in the Bratva had altered my brain on how I view people. "Alena," he called out before placing a hand under my chin.

"Don't touch me." I muttered.

"You don't have to fight me. I'm not going to hurt you," you."

Asmirk munediately appeared on his face as he leaned back, tucking a few strands of hair behind my ear. "Do you want to know who you are among us? You're quite popular. You might even be surprised to hear what kind of stories we've heard about you." I stayed quiet, staring into his eyes. He assumed my silence as his ticket to continue. ""You're

You know u're the precious daughter of Mikhail Orlov who made quite a scandal when you married Matteo Lerclerc and rejected Viktor. The whole mafia were talking about you but what caught my attention the most was how much power the Sicilian mafia gained," he said. Hou know nothing about my life story." scoffed,

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"I know a lot about you, Alena Orlov. I know a lot more about your husband though, can't help it that we're blood related."

my reaction. He ran his fingers through his dark hair My eyes widened at his statement but he didn't seem to be bothered by as he looked around before meeting my eyes once more-how could this man be related to Matteo?

That was when I realised, the hint of his accent, the darkness of his gaze.

"That seems to surprise you," he added.

"Who-who are you?" I stuttered, shaking my head.

"It doesn't matter who I am, Alena. All I want is for Matteo to be six feet under,"

"What the hell do you want from us?"

"He should've died during the shooting but it's hard to kill that son of a b**h. I'm out here guessing he has nine lives." He replied, with a laugh before adding, "I've sent your pictures to your dearest husband and it seems like, he's very unhappy.

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He'll come and rescue you soon but only after he agrees to my terms."

"He'll kill you. He'll ****king kill you!"

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My body grew weak as I saw a bruise forming on my rib and I knew if I left it unattended, it was going to cause some internal damage. I had stayed awake for hours to try and escape this room but I couldn't even break myself free.

I had spent crying, screaming and cursing; I had somehow lost track of time on how long I had been kidnapped. Every single day, I had prayed for Matteo or Alexei to come and save me-it never occured to me that I was in this situation. My eyes were swollen. So was my face.

I closed my eyes, accompanying myself with the good memories of what I had left.

Images of Matteo

atteo came rushing in and I found myself feeling slightly at peace: "Alena... look at me," he said with a smile.

Our bodies were close together as we enjoyed this moment. We were watching the sunset from the bedroom and in our bed, nothing covering our bodies except for the duvet. We had spent the past hour making love and I was high on bliss. I looked into his brown eyes and I fell in love, over and over again. He leaned in, slowly kissing my lips.

"Thank you for coming into my life. Thank you for showing me what true love feels like," he added as he played with the strands of my hair.

My cheeks began to heat up from his words and it didn't take me long to kiss him back, loving how much our lips felt when they touched. We were inseparable, we were always together and we didn't mind. We loved and craved the intimacy. hould be the one to thank you," I replied. ""Why is that?" You ha

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given me everything. Even yourself."

"And I will always surrender myself to you, baby."

Then, he began to cup my face before hovering on top of me. My lips curved up into a smile as he scanned my face, staring at me like a madman in love. At first, I had felt self-conscious about when he stared but he never let me cover my face. He kept convincing me on how much he loved my features.

He leaned in once more, kissing my lips softly.

I moaned and kissed him back.

Within seconds, I felt his erection on my thigh and it had caused me to chuckle. He never seemed to get bored of me. He could easily be turned on again whenever he touched me or kissed me and I suppose, that was a big compliment.

Matteo found no one to be attractive except for me.

"You're hard again," I breathed.

"You always make me h****y," he whispered in my ear which caused me to laugh. As he leaned back, I saw the grin plastered on his face before we continued to kiss again.

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My wrists were being locked up above my head with his hands, pretending to handcuff them but he didn't put any pressure -I purposely show how much I wanted to submit to him.

As he leaned in to leave kisses down my neck, I felt myself growing needy. I had spread my legs apart as a sign to let him fully take me again, knowing I had missed the feeling of his length inside of me.

One of his hand went down to touch my core, "Wet already, baby?"

"Mm, I can't help it."

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He pushed the duvet away from covering our bodies before glancing down, lust filled his eyes when he saw my c**it. I had submitted myself to him and I was willing to do anything to satisfy him; the kind of content I felt whenever he went ahead to satisfy me, too. at... making mess on my

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I grinned cheekily as he rubbed my c***, purposely inserting a finger afterwards.

He took his time by rubbing slowly, only building up my lust. The intensity of his gaze as he played with my body was a little bit too much, I couldn't hold myself for much longer but I wanted to enjoy the moment.

I had always loved the magic he did with his fingers. "Clench down on me, baby."

And I did as told. Clenching onto his fingers in which he responded with a moan, liking how tight it felt.

Just like that, he began to lean down until he was facing my core. He had both of his hands to spread my legs, keeping them apart as he licked my c****t. Other than his fingers, he knew how to satisfy me with his tongue as well and I could say, I was the luckiest woman alive. My moans became louder as I ran my fingers through his hair, loving how much he was making me feel.

Just as I was about to come, he managed to turn me around and I was laying on my stomach. I groaned in disappointment/ but he pulled me by the waist, raising my hips to his hard erection. I had wiggled them to tease him and it didn't take him long to thrust inside. Only a after he had rubbed the tip on my wetness.

k... yes, baby." I moaned, eyes closed.

it, Alena. You're f***ng wet," he said from behind.

His thrusts were deep and slow, as if he was taking his precious time. I didn't mind it at all because it only made me crave him more as I pulled on the sheets, loving how slippery it sounded whenever he moved.

He s***ked my butt a few times, making me moan.

I knew they were going to leave red marks like they always did but I loved how I could stare at them in the mirror afterwards. I loved it whenever I saw evidence of his touch on my body.

I never thought I could fully accept his size but now I only craved for them.

"Matteo...

"Yes, baby?" He leaned in, kissing my back.

"Can I come all over your c****k?"

"You want to come now, baby?"

I nodded, "Please."

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Matteo maintained his thrusts as I got to enjoy them until my legs began to shake and my body continued to crave for more despite the waves of pleasure he gave me. My moans were getting louder especially when he pulled me to ride him. My breasts were bouncing on his face and he didn't waste a second to get a taste of them, sucking and licking my erected nipples.

My hands were holding onto bed's headboard as I rode him, closing my eyes at the sound of my wetness mixing with his.

It was my favourite view to see his eyes rolled to the back as I bounced him; he never failed to show me how much he craved for me, too.

He slapped my butt as his other hand went to squeeze my breasts, "You're so f***ng s***y, baby. Look at that t***ts bouncing up and down,"

Our love making session continued on for the next hour until we were fully satisfied. We never thought to stop our clothes because we knew, we were going to rip them all away again.

and

put on

Unfortunately, those were just past memories.

I was still trap here. Still waiting for someone to save me.