Billionaire Flawed 2(6)

“Don’t bother, that rope won’t burst for an elephant, let alone a small girl.”

The hopelessness of my situation was palpable. Then I heard a familiar ringtone.

My phone was perched on a tabletop nearby, having spilled from my purse. I jumped up and down in the chair to inch my way closer to it, but before I could get to it, Anton was already answering.

“Here, I’ll put it on speaker for you,” he said answering the phone.

“Brandy! Are you there?” answered Viktor.

“Help! Viktor! Anton is holding me,” I shouted at the phone.

“She’s right, Viktor, I’m holding her just outside of town. If you’d like to enjoy her company again, I must suggest that you come alone.”

“Anton. Fine, I’ll come alone. I’ll do what you want. Just don’t hurt her.” Viktor said.

 Anton smiled a wicked smile and ended the call.

“Looks like we won’t have much longer to be together, Brandy,” he said, tossing my phone into my lap.

I sat there, mulling over my day. It only made me more depressed to think that I might have been saved had I just listened to Viktor a little longer at his party, rather than return home so quickly.

This whole mess was my fault, he was just trying to do the right thing, and I did nothing but get upset, which led to my own capture. I had a bad feeling about ‘Ivan’ from the first time I met him, but he was so nice and inviting, there was no way I could have seen this.

I heard a knock on the door. It seemed that Anton wasn’t really expecting anything, either, as the door tore open as he approached it.

I could see soldiers pushing their way past the entryway, surrounding and apprehending Anton.

“Sorry, Anton, my old friend, I don’t think I’m incredibly interested in the deal you proposed,” Viktor said casually while strolling in through the smoky door entrance.

“How did you get here so fast?!” shouted Anton.

Viktor walked over to me and snatched the knife from the workbench to free me from my bonds.

“We both know people, Anton. Your people helped you find Brandy. My people watched Brandy and waited until they knew you were alone. The phone call I made just proved it for certain.”

Anton clenched his teeth as the armed men yanked him from the floor.

“This isn’t over yet, Viktor. Blood for blood!”

He wasn’t able to put up much of a fight against the men restraining him; it almost seemed that he didn’t want to.

With my bonds now free, I jumped into Viktor’s welcoming arms.

“Ah, so does this mean I’m forgiven, then?”

I pondered for a moment and returned with a smirk.

“Only as long as you’re as good in real life as you are in my dreams,” I replied.

He gave me a quizzical expression, but just as quickly he shook it off.

“Let’s get you home, Brandy, and out of those wet clothes.”

He led me outside where his car and driver waited. The cool air sent shivers down my spine, as my wet clothes made the air more frigid. Inside the car I was met with a blanket that I wrapped around myself with earnest.

The car lurched forward as we went on our way. I nestled myself into the crook of Viktor’s arm and absorbed what little heat I could. The blanket was helping, but Viktor was helping more.

It didn’t take long before I decided was done with the wet clothes entirely and began to strip off the dress and my underwear. I was met with absolutely zero reservations from Viktor but was still feeling a bit embarrassed with the driver nearby.

I nuzzled my back into Viktor’s side and kept the blanket wrapped tight. Viktor threw his arm around me and pulled me in closer. I admired him again; he was my protector today.

I pulled his arm under the blanket and let him hold my bare skin. He seemed to enjoy it, and I enjoyed the sentiment. Then I started pushing his hand a little lower, and lower still until his hand was resting on my hot sex.

I manipulated his hand in circles around my womanhood, and after a moment of practice, he seemed to be quite good at it. With every circle, I edged closer and closer to orgasm.

Before I could get there, though, the car pulled to a stop in front of my apartment. I paused for a moment.

“Perhaps we should go back to your place,” I said.

He let out a laugh and nodded to the driver who started on his way, again.

Viktor could feel the wetness that I was dripping onto his blanket and slipped his finger inside. The sudden action made my heart skip a beat, but he pulled it out just as quick and went back to his rubbing.

His practiced fingers continued to dance circles, and my breath grew short. I had to hold my hand over my mouth to stifle a moan more than a few times.

I pushed the blanket over his lap and plunged my hand down his pants. I could feel his rock hard erection waiting for me, pressing against pants. I unzipped his fly and removed it from its cage.