As we descended the stairs slowly, careful not to draw attention, Sergie's maniacal laughter echoed through the mansion.
"You have no idea what it means to lose my son..." Sergie's voice was thick with venom. "He was the one I created this empire for. But now you have taken it all away from me."
Natalya stood firm, her gun unwavering. "Do you think you can get in here, kill my people and me, and leave here alive?" Sergie continued, his voice dripping with false confidence.
"If you shoot, my people will shoot. In the end, we will both die together. But you have a choice—you can hand over that Viper, and we can forget this ever happened. What do you say?"
Sergie's arrogance was palpable; his belief that Natalya wouldn't risk her life for a subordinate like me.
Natalya's voice was cold and steady. "Don't even think about him. At worst, we will die together."
Sergie was visibly surprised by her choice. "Why? Viper is just a dog."
Boom!
The sound of a gunshot rang out. Sergie's body crumpled to the ground, a bullet hole in his head. Natalya's voice was deadly calm. "Nobody insults him."
Sergie's men hesitated, their guns still pointed at Natalya. She didn't flinch. "Your boss is dead. It's best you surrender now."
One by one, Sergie's men lowered their weapons. Vito was left standing alone, his face a mask of hatred.
Polina and I moved closer, our footsteps muffled by the chaos around us. Natalya's eyes widened as she saw me, her face a mix of shock and fury. "Viper!" she snapped, her voice trembling with a storm of emotions. "What the hell are you doing here? You should be resting!"
I stepped forward, my voice steady despite the pain radiating through my body. "I couldn't let you face this alone. Not when it's because of me."
Natalya's expression softened for a moment, her eyes filling with a mix of anger and relief. "Damn it, Viper," she whispered, her voice breaking. "You're injured!"
She turned to Polina, her hand raising as if to strike. "You brought him here despite my order—"
I grabbed her hand before she could follow through. "Boss, it's not her fault. It's because of me. I forced her. Don't blame her."
Natalya's anger was palpable, but her hand dropped, her fingers trembling. She looked at me, her eyes filled with a storm of emotions—fear, relief, and something deeper, something she couldn't yet name.
Suddenly, I saw Vito behind her, his gun pointed directly at Natalya's back. "I know you won't let me go," Vito sneered, his voice dripping with malice. "But if I am dying, you are coming with me."
The female bodyguards around Natalya opened fire, their bullets tearing through Vito. But even as his body was riddled with holes, he managed to fire one last shot—directly at Natalya.
Time seemed to slow. I saw the shadow guards preparing to move, but I stopped them with a sharp gesture. In an instant, I wrapped my arms around Natalya and turned, letting the bullet pierce my back.
The pain was excruciating, a searing, white-hot agony that stole my breath. I coughed, blood splattering onto Natalya's face. She gasped, her eyes widening in horror as she realized what had happened.
Vito collapsed, lifeless, his body crumpling to the ground.
Natalya's voice broke as she held me tightly, her hands trembling. "No... No, Viper... Why do you keep getting hurt?" Tears streamed down her face, her grip on me tightening as if she could will me back to full health through sheer force. "Why do you keep doing this for me?"
I didn't use my healing factor, letting the pain remain, letting her see the cost of my devotion. I wiped her tears away, my voice weak but steady. "Boss... I am your bodyguard. It is my duty."
Natalya's sobs wracked her body, her hands clutching at me desperately. "You idiot," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. "You absolute, stubborn idiot. You could have died!"
I looked into her eyes, my own filling with a depth of emotion I had never let myself acknowledge. "I couldn't let anything happen to you," I said softly. "Not when you mean everything to me."
Natalya's breath hitched, her tears falling faster. "Viper..." she whispered, her voice breaking. She pressed her forehead to mine, her body shaking with sobs. "You mean everything to me, too. More than you know. More than I ever wanted to admit."
I reached up, cupping her face in my hands, my thumbs brushing away her tears. "Boss..."
"No," she said, her voice trembling. "Don't call me that. I don't wanna be your boss." She took a shaky breath, her eyes locked onto mine.
"I love you, Viper. I love you so much it terrifies me. I've never felt this way before, and I don't know what to do with it. But I can't lose you. I can't."
My heart swelled, my own eyes filling with tears. "Natalya..."
She pressed her lips to mine, her kiss desperate and filled with all the emotions she had been holding back. When she pulled away, her forehead rested against mine, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
"I was so scared," she confessed. "When I thought I might lose you, I realized I couldn't live without you. You're not just my bodyguard. You're my everything."
The female bodyguards surrounded us, their expressions a mix of respect and sorrow. Polina stepped forward, her voice firm but gentle. "We need to get him to a doctor, Boss. Now."
Natalya nodded, her tears still falling. She carefully helped me up, her touch gentle despite the urgency. "You're never leaving my sight again," she vowed, her voice fierce yet trembling with emotion.
As we moved toward the exit, the weight of the moment settled over us. Natalya's grip on me was unyielding, her determination to protect me now matched by my own resolve to protect her. The bond between us had deepened, forged in blood, pain, and an unspoken love that had finally found its voice.
In that moment, we both understood the depth of our bond—one that transcended duty and loyalty, one that was forged in the fires of battle and the vulnerability of confession.
And as Natalya held me close, her tears mixing with my own, I knew that no matter what came next, we would face it together. Because we were no longer just boss and bodyguard.
Natalya and Polina rushed me to the car, their urgency matching the pounding in my chest.
The sterile white lights of the hospital corridor blurred past as Natalya and Polina rushed me to the operating room, their faces etched with worry. The doctors and nurses moved swiftly, preparing me for surgery to remove the bullet lodged in my back.
Natalya's grip on my hand was tight, her knuckles white, her eyes red and swollen from crying. She looked utterly broken, her usual fierce demeanor shattered by fear and guilt.
Once inside the operating theater, I used Absolute Hypnosis to freeze the doctors and nurses in place. With a deep breath, I activated my Healing Factor. The bullet pushed its way out of my flesh effortlessly, the wound knitting itself closed in seconds. I instructed the doctor to wrap bandages around my chest and back, covering the spots where the injuries had been.
Ten minutes later, I was wheeled out of the operating room and into a private ward. Natalya, Polina, and the four female bodyguards were waiting outside.
Natalya's eyes were red-rimmed, and her face was pale, her expression a heartbreaking mix of fear and relief. She looked so pitiful, so vulnerable, that it made my chest ache.
If she knew the truth—that I had been deceiving her this whole time—she would kill me herself.
Natalya rushed to my bedside the moment the nurses wheeled me into the ward. She grabbed the railings of the bed, her voice trembling. "Viper... are you okay?"
I nodded, trying to give her a reassuring smile. "Boss... I am totally fine."
The nurses left the room, leaving Natalya and me alone. She stood there, her hands gripping the bed railings so tightly that her fingers turned white. Tears welled up in her eyes again, and she took a shaky breath.
"You scared me," she whispered, her voice breaking. "When I saw you get shot... when I saw the blood... I thought..." She couldn't finish the sentence, her voice choked with emotion.
I reached out, gently taking her hand in mine. "I'm here, Boss. I'm okay."
She shook her head, a tear rolling down her cheek. "Don't call me that," she said softly.
I squeezed her hand, my heart aching at the sight of her tears. "Natalya..."
She looked at me, her eyes filled with a raw vulnerability I had never seen before. "I can't lose you, Viper," she confessed, her voice barely above a whisper. "I don't know what I would do if I lost you. You mean more to me than anything else in this world."
Her words hit me like a punch to the gut. The guilt of deceiving her gnawed at me, but seeing her like this, so broken and afraid, I couldn't bring myself to tell her the truth. Not now. Maybe not ever.
She moved closer, sitting on the edge of the bed and leaning her forehead against mine. "Promise me you won't do something so reckless again," she pleaded, her breath warm against my skin.
I closed my eyes, feeling the weight of her fear and love. "I promise," I whispered.
She pulled back slightly, her eyes searching mine. "I love you, Viper," she said, her voice trembling but filled with sincerity. "I think I've loved you since the moment you saved my life. I just didn't want to admit it, not even to myself."
My heart swelled, the guilt and love warring within me. "I love you too, Natalya," I said softly, meaning every word despite the secrets between us.
She leaned in, pressing her lips to mine in a kiss that was desperate and full of fear, relief, and love. When she pulled away, her forehead rested against mine again, her breath unsteady.
"I almost lost you today," she whispered. "I can't go through that again."
I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her close. "You won't," I promised, even though I knew the dangers of our world would always be lurking. "I'm not going anywhere."
She stayed there, her body trembling slightly as she clung to me. The weight of her emotions was palpable, her fear and love intertwined in a way that made my chest tighten.
Eventually, she pulled back, wiping her tears away with the back of her hand. "You need to rest," she said, her voice regaining some of its usual strength, though it was still laced with emotion.
I nodded, watching as she stood up and moved to the chair beside my bed. She sat down, her eyes never leaving mine. "I'm not leaving your side," she declared, her voice firm. "Not tonight. Not ever again if I can help it."
I reached out, taking her hand in mine once more. "I wouldn't want you to," I said softly.
The dim glow of the hospital room wrapped around us like a cocoon, isolating us from the rest of the world. Natalya's small, watery smile was still fresh in my mind as she brushed her thumb over my knuckles, her touch sending a warm shiver through me.
"Get some rest, Viper," she murmured, her voice soft and filled with a tenderness that made my heart clench. "I'll be right here."
I looked at her, my voice gentle but insistent. "Natalya... why don't you also come and sleep here?"
She raised an eyebrow, a teasing glint in her eyes despite the exhaustion. "Do you want to take advantage of your boss?"
I pretended to be at a loss, feigning innocence. Natalya chuckled softly, shaking her head. "Don't think about it... You're injured. You can do that once you are completely healed."
I looked at her earnestly. "I just want to hug the boss..."
Natalya blushed slightly, her tough exterior softening. "Ok..." she conceded, her voice barely above a whisper.
She shifted me slightly on the bed, making room for herself before climbing onto it. The bed wasn't big, and our bodies pressed together, her warmth seeping into me. I could smell her sweet scent, a mix of jasmine and something uniquely her, and it made my heart race.
Natalya was facing me, and I faced her, my arm outstretched so her head could rest on me. I pulled her close, hugging her tightly. Her body molded against mine, her breath warm against my chest. She let out a soft, contented moan, "Hmmm..."
I kissed her forehead gently, my voice filled with sincerity and love. "I love you, boss..."
Natalya looked up at me, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "Viper..." she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. She snuggled closer, her hand resting on my chest, right over my heart. "I love you too... more than you'll ever know."
Her breath was warm against my skin, and I could feel her heartbeat, steady and strong, matching the rhythm of my own. The closeness, the intimacy of the moment, was overwhelming. Here, in this small hospital bed, with our bodies pressed together and our hearts beating in sync, everything else faded away. The lies, the secrets, the dangers of our world—none of it mattered in this moment.
I stroked her hair gently, my fingers tangling in the soft strands. "Sleep, Natalya," I whispered. "I've got you."
She closed her eyes, her breath evening out as she drifted off to sleep, her grip on my clothes tightening slightly.
I stayed awake a little longer, watching her, memorizing the way she looked in this peaceful state. The way her lashes cast shadows on her cheeks, the way her lips parted slightly as she breathed, the way her body fit perfectly against mine.
Eventually, I let my own eyes close, my mind at ease for the first time in what felt like forever. Here, with her in my arms, I could finally rest.
I felt her shift slightly, her breath warm against my chest, and I opened my eyes to find her gazing up at me with a sleepy, tender smile.
"Good morning," she whispered, her voice still thick with sleep, her fingers tracing idle patterns on my chest.
I smiled back, brushing a kiss against her forehead. "Good morning, Boss."
Natalya let out a soft, exasperated sigh, though her lips curled into a smile. "Haven't I told you not to call me that?" she teased, her voice warm but playful.
I chuckled, my fingers gently tangling in her hair. "But I just like calling you Boss. It suits you."
She rolled her eyes, but her blush deepened, her gaze dropping to my chest for a moment before meeting my eyes again. "You're impossible," she murmured, but there was no real bite in her words.
Just then, I felt the unmistakable pressure of my morning erection against her thigh. Natalya gasped softly, her eyes widening as she felt it, her face turning a deep shade of crimson. "Aaah—!" she exclaimed, her voice a mix of surprise and curiosity.
She looked up at me, her expression a blend of shock and something else—something almost shy. "Is that...?" she stammered, her fingers hesitating near my waist.
I felt a wave of embarrassment flood through me, my face heating up. "Boss... It's your fault," I mumbled, trying to deflect, my voice rough with a mix of embarrassment and desire.
Natalya's eyebrows shot up, her voice a mix of incredulity and amusement. "How can it be my fault, you pervert?" she asked, though her lips twitched with a hint of a smile.
I shifted slightly, my voice barely above a whisper, my cheeks burning. "I... was just dreaming about you, Boss. That's why it's like that..."
Natalya opened her mouth to retort, but then paused, her expression softening. "Don't talk..." she started, but then her voice shifted to something gentler, almost wife-like in its concern. She bit her lip, her fingers tracing light circles on my chest.
"Is it hurting?" she asked, her voice filled with a tenderness that made my heart clench.
I shook my head, trying to downplay it, though my body was tense with arousal. "It's fine, Boss. It'll calm down in a while..."
Natalya hesitated for a moment, her eyes flickering between mine and the obvious bulge pressing against her. Then, with a tenderness that surprised me, she whispered, "Let me help you... Don't think too much. It's just that... you saved my life, Viper. More than once." Her voice was soft, almost vulnerable, her fingers trembling slightly as they hovered near my waist.
I swallowed hard, my heart pounding. "Natalya, you don't have to—"
She cut me off with a gentle finger pressed to my lips. "I want to," she said simply, her voice soft but firm, her eyes filled with a determination that made my breath catch. "Let me..."
Natalya shifted beneath the blanket. I could feel her breath, warm and hesitant, against my skin as she explored me with a curiosity that sent shivers down my spine. Her fingers trembled slightly as they wrapped around my length, her touch innocent yet electric.
"It's so big..." she murmured again, her voice a mix of awe and nervousness. I could hear the slight tremor in her words, the way her breath hitched as she tried to figure out what to do next.
"How am I supposed to...?" she muttered, more to herself than to me, her voice laced with frustration and a hint of blame. "You and your stupid, huge—"
I couldn't help but chuckle softly, though my voice was strained with arousal. "Natalya, you don't have to—"
"Shut up," she snapped, though there was no real bite in her words. "I'm doing this. Just... lie there and let me figure it out."
Her inexperience was painfully obvious, but it only made the moment more intimate, more real. She started with tentative licks, her tongue tracing the length of me like she was testing the waters.
Each touch sent jolts of pleasure through my body, my cock throbbing under her attention. She wrapped her hand around the base, her grip a little too tight at first, then adjusted as she realized her mistake.
"Ugh, why is it so hard?" she complained, her voice muffled as she tried to take more of me into her mouth. She gagged slightly, pulling back with a cough.
"This is all your fault," she grumbled, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. "You and your... your thing..."
I bit back a groan, my fingers tangling in the sheets as I fought to keep still. "Natalya, take it slow—"
"I am taking it slow!" she shot back, her voice sharp with frustration. She took a deep breath, her lips parting as she tried again, this time with more determination. Her tongue swirled around the tip, her hand stroking the base in clumsy but eager motions. "There. Like that?" she asked, her voice breathless, her eyes flicking up to meet mine.
"Yeah," I managed to rasp, my voice tight with pleasure. "Just like that."
Encouraged, she took me deeper, her lips stretching around me as she tried to find a rhythm. Her free hand gripped my thigh, her nails digging in slightly as she concentrated. "Mmm..." she hummed around me, the vibration sending a wave of pleasure crashing through my body.
"Fuck, Natalya—" I gasped, my hips twitching involuntarily.
She pulled back, her cheeks flushed, her eyes wide. "Did I hurt you?"
"No," I breathed, shaking my head. "You feel too good. Too fucking good."
A small, proud smile tugged at her lips before she dove back in, her movements growing bolder, more confident. She experimented with different pressures, her tongue flicking and swirling, her lips tightening around me. Every so often, she'd pull back to catch her breath, her hand still working me as she studied my reactions.
"You like this?" she asked, her voice husky, her eyes dark with a mix of curiosity and desire.
"Yeah," I groaned, my voice rough. "I love it."
She hummed in satisfaction, her lips wrapping around me again, her head bobbing as she found a rhythm that made my toes curl. "Good," she murmured around me, the word vibrating against my skin. "Because I'm not stopping until you—"
Her words cut off as she took me deeper, her throat relaxing just enough to let me slide in further. I let out a broken moan, my fingers threading through her hair as pleasure coiled tight in my gut. "Natalya, I'm close—"
She didn't pull back. Instead, she doubled down, her hand working the base as her mouth moved faster, her determination overriding any hesitation. "Come on," she muttered between strokes, her voice a mix of challenge and need. "I want to see you lose control."
Her words sent me spiraling. My hips jerked as I came hard, my release hitting the back of her throat. Natalya gagged slightly, her eyes watering as she tried to swallow, but some of it spilled past her lips, staining them, dripping down her chin.
She pulled back with a gasp, her chest heaving as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, her expression a mix of shock and satisfaction.
"Oh my God," she breathed, her voice trembling. "That was... a lot."
I reached down, pulling her up to kiss me deeply, tasting myself on her lips. "You were amazing," I murmured against her mouth, my voice thick with admiration.
She blushed, her fingers tangling in my hair as she kissed me back, her body trembling slightly. "I made a mess," she mumbled, her voice embarrassed but pleased.
"Best mess I've ever seen," I teased, my thumb brushing over her swollen lips.
She laughed softly, her forehead resting against mine. "You're ridiculous," she whispered, but her smile was warm, her eyes shining with something deeper than just satisfaction.
"And you're incredible," I murmured, pulling her closer, my heart swelling with love for her.
She snuggled against me, her body fitting perfectly against mine as we lay there, wrapped in each other's arms. The morning light spilled over us, but in that moment, nothing else mattered—just us, and the raw, unfiltered intimacy we had just shared.
Then, a knock at the door shattered the quiet.
Natalya tensed for just a second, her body going rigid before she quickly pulled the blanket up to cover us both. Her voice was steady, but I could hear the edge of irritation beneath it. "Come in."
Polina stepped inside, her sharp eyes immediately taking in the scene—Natalya still in my arms, the two of us tangled beneath the blanket.
For a split second, surprise flickered across her face, but she quickly composed herself, her expression returning to its usual professional mask. "Boss..." she began, her voice careful, almost hesitant.
Natalya didn't flinch. She didn't pull away. Instead, she simply looked up at Polina, her voice calm but edged with authority. "What is it, Polina? What's happened now?"
Polina's gaze flicked between us before settling on Natalya. "Boss, we've just received some troubling news. Vito had an older brother. He's mobilizing his forces. He's coming for us after finding out we killed Vito."
Natalya's grip on me tightened slightly, her voice cold and unyielding. "Then let him come. We'll be ready for him. He won't know what hit him."
Polina gave a curt nod, her expression grim. "Understood, Boss. But there's more. This brother, Andrey, is not like Vito. He's smarter, more connected. We need to be careful."
Natalya's eyes narrowed, her jaw clenching. "We're always careful, Polina. But we don't back down. Not from anyone."
Polina hesitated for a moment, then nodded again. "Yes, Boss." She turned to leave, but before she could, Natalya's phone rang.
She reached for it without letting go of me, her fingers brushing against my chest as she answered. "Dad..."
I could hear Nikolai's voice on the other end, low and urgent. "Natalya, listen to me carefully. You need to stay underground for now. You can't touch Vito's brother."
Natalya's body stiffened, her grip on the phone tightening. "Why not?" she demanded, her voice sharp and filled with frustration. "After what they did to Viper? After what they did to us?"
Nikolai's voice was firm, leaving no room for argument. "Andrey is an FBI informant. If you hurt him, the FBI will be all over us. We can't afford that kind of heat right now, Natalya. We have to handle this smart."
Natalya's expression darkened, her jaw clenching tighter. "So we just let him come after us? After what they did to Viper? After everything?" Her voice was filled with a mix of anger and disbelief.
"We handle it smart, Natalya," Nikolai repeated, his tone stern but laced with concern. "We can't afford a war with the feds. Stay low. Let me handle this. Trust me."
Natalya's fingers dug into my side, her frustration palpable. She took a deep breath, her voice tight. "Okay, Dad. I understand." She ended the call, her breath coming in sharp, controlled bursts as she set the phone down beside us.
I could see the storm brewing in her eyes—anger, frustration, and something deeper, something that looked a lot like fear. Not for herself, but for me. For us.
She turned to me, her voice barely above a whisper, her fingers tracing the bandages wrapped around my chest. "Viper, did you hear all of that?"
I nodded, my hand reaching up to cup her face, my thumbs brushing away the tension in her jaw. "I did. And your dad's right. We need to be smart about this."
Natalya's eyes searched mine, her expression a mix of frustration and trust. "I don't like it," she admitted, her voice rough with emotion. "I don't like feeling like we're just sitting here, waiting for them to make the next move. It makes me feel... helpless."
I pulled her closer, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "You're not helpless, Natalya. You're the strongest person I know. But sometimes, strength means knowing when to wait, when to plan. We'll figure this out. Together."
Natalya let out a shaky breath, her body relaxing slightly against mine. "I hate waiting," she muttered, but there was a hint of a smile in her voice, a flicker of the fierce determination I loved so much.
I chuckled softly, my fingers tangling in her hair. "I know you do. But we'll face this together, just like we always do. And when the time is right, we'll strike. Smart, not reckless."
Natalya nodded, her forehead resting against mine. "Together," she echoed, her voice softer now, filled with something deeper than frustration—hope, trust, love.
She sighed, her breath warm against my skin. "Promise me you won't do anything reckless, Viper. Not until we know more. I can't lose you. Not now. Not ever."
I tightened my arms around her, my voice filled with sincerity. "I promise, Natalya. I'm not going anywhere. We'll face this together, just like we always do."
She looked up at me, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "I love you, Viper. More than anything. More than I ever thought possible."
I pressed another kiss to her forehead, my heart swelling with love and devotion. "I love you too, Natalya. Always."
Natalya pulled back just enough to look into my eyes, her fingers still tangled in my hair, her breath warm against my lips. The air between us was thick with something more than just desire—it was trust, love, and a silent promise that no matter what came next, we'd face it side by side.
"We have to move," she murmured, her voice low but urgent, her thumb brushing over my bottom lip. "And stay underground for a while. Just until we figure out how to handle Andrey and the FBI."
I nodded, my hand still resting on the small of her back, pulling her just a little closer. "I know. We'll be careful."
She let out a shaky breath, her forehead resting against mine for just a second longer before she forced herself to pull away. The loss of her warmth was immediate, but the determination in her eyes burned brighter than ever.
"I'll go talk to Polina," she said, her voice already shifting back into that commanding tone I knew so well. "She'll arrange everything—the safe house, new identities, whatever we need. We can't stay here any longer than necessary."
I watched as she stood, her body moving with that effortless grace that always made my chest tighten. She adjusted her clothes, her fingers lingering on the fabric as if she were already missing the closeness we'd just shared.
"I'll be right back," she promised, her eyes locking onto mine one last time before she turned and walked out the door.
The moment Natalya stepped out, I grabbed my phone, my fingers flying over the screen as I activated SERA with a sense of urgency. "Pull up everything on Andrey. Now. Every deal, every connection, every damn whisper."
The screen lit up with a flood of classified files, each one more damning than the last. My stomach twisted as I read through the details.
Andrey wasn't just Vito's older brother—he was a calculating snake, a man who had spent years playing both sides of the law. The files revealed a web of deals he'd made with the FBI, feeding them information on Vito's arms trafficking operations in Russia.
But it wasn't out of some misplaced sense of justice. No. Andrey had been setting up his own brother for years, waiting for the perfect moment to take over Vito's empire. And now, with Vito dead, he saw his chance.
But the worst part? The FBI wasn't just using Andrey—they were protecting him in exchange for Nikolai's head.
I scrolled deeper, my jaw clenching as I read the terms of their agreement:
Andrey would deliver Nikolai to the FBI, alive and ready for prosecution. In return, the FBI would turn a blind eye to Andrey's own criminal operations—as long as he kept feeding them intel. And the kicker? Andrey demanded me. Alive, if possible. Dead, if necessary. The FBI didn't care either way, as long as Nikolai was theirs.
"Son of a bitch," I muttered under my breath.
But it got worse.
The files showed that Andrey had been manipulating the FBI for months, feeding them just enough to keep them happy while he built his own power base. And now, with Vito gone, he was making his move. The FBI was giving him full protection, a team of agents to back him up, and most dangerously—Agent Claire Starling.
I pulled up her file, and my blood ran cold.
Claire Starling wasn't just some rookie agent. She was a veteran, a woman who had spent years undercover in some of the most dangerous cartels in the world. She was ruthless, intelligent, and deadly. And she was Andrey's handler.
The photo attached to her file showed a woman in her late thirties, her dark hair pulled into a tight bun, her sharp green eyes staring into the camera with an intensity that made my skin prickle. But it wasn't just her eyes that caught my attention. It was everything else.
She was stunning—tall, with curves that filled out her tailored suit in a way that made it hard to focus.
The suit hugged her hourglass figure, the fabric straining slightly over her full, round breasts and the flared hips that made my mind wander to places it shouldn't. Her legs—long, toned, and endless—were encased in sheer black stockings, leading down to a pair of fuck-me heels that made my throat go dry.
A hot milf, mother of two daughters, and from the looks of it, just as dangerous as she was beautiful.
There was another photo—this one less professional. Claire was in a tight black dress, her hair loose and cascading down her shoulders, her lips painted a deep, sinful red.
The dress clung to her generous cleavage, the neckline dipping just enough to tease, her toned legs on full display. She was leaning against a bar, a smirk playing on her lips, her green eyes smoldering with confidence and seduction. The kind of woman who could ruin a man with just a look.
But I didn't have time to dwell on it.
The door to the hospital room creaked open, and Natalya stepped back inside, her expression all business again. "Everything's set. Polina's got the safe house ready. We're moving now."
I nodded, pushing the thoughts of Claire out of my mind for the moment. "Good. Let's go."
We drove in silence, the hum of the engine the only sound between us. Natalya's fingers were tangled with mine, her grip tight, as if she were afraid I'd disappear if she let go.
When we reached Natalya's villa, she moved quickly, packing only the essentials—weapons, cash, a few changes of clothes. Helen hovered nearby, her expression nervous but determined.
"We're taking Helen with us," Natalya said, her voice leaving no room for argument. "She's seen too much. She's safer with us than out there alone."
I didn't protest. Helen had proven herself more than once, and Natalya was right—she was safer with us.
Natalya insisted on helping me into the wheelchair, her hands firm but gentle as she guided me outside. "You're still recovering," she murmured, her voice leaving no room for argument. "Let me take care of you."
I didn't protest. There was something comforting in the way she took charge, the way her fingers lingered on my shoulders as she pushed me toward the car. The others moved around us in silence, their presence a quiet reassurance that we were protected.
Polina opened the car door, her sharp eyes scanning the surroundings before helping Natalya ease me into the backseat.
The moment I was settled, Natalya slid in beside me, her fingers immediately finding mine, her grip tight—almost desperate, like she was afraid I'd disappear if she let go. "Stay close," she whispered, her thumb brushing over my knuckles.
Helen sat up front with Polina, her posture rigid, her hands clasped tightly in her lap. She didn't speak, but I could see the tension in her shoulders, the way her eyes darted to the rearview mirror every few seconds, as if checking that we were still there.
The other four female bodyguards followed in a second car, their presence a silent promise of protection. They moved like shadows, their expressions unreadable but their loyalty unquestionable.
As Polina started the engine, the car rolled forward, the hum of the engine the only sound in the quiet wilderness.
Natalya's fingers tightened around mine, her other hand resting on my thigh, her touch warm even through the fabric of my pants. "We'll be safe soon," she murmured, her voice low but steady. "Just a little longer."
I leaned my head back against the seat, watching the dense forest blur past the windows. The scent of pine and earth filled the air, mixing with the faint trace of Natalya's perfume—something floral and fierce, just like her.
Natalya didn't say a word to her army about our destination. The fewer people who knew, the better.
After an hour of driving, the trees closed in around us, the road narrowing into little more than a dirt path.
The safe house appeared through the foliage—a beautiful wooden cabin, tucked deep in the forest. The kind of place no one would ever think to look for us. The air was crisp, the scent of pine and damp earth filling my lungs as Polina brought the car to a stop.
The bodyguards moved swiftly, fanning out to secure the perimeter. Polina returned a few minutes later, her expression sharp. "Boss, everything is safe."
Natalya turned to me, her voice low but firm. "Let's go in."
I nodded, but my mind was still on the files I'd seen—Andrey's deals with the FBI, Claire Starling's smoldering gaze, the net closing in on Nikolai. And I still hadn't told Natalya any of it.
Inside, the cabin was warm, the wooden walls glowing in the soft light filtering through the windows. Natalya pushed my wheelchair through the space, her movements efficient as she selected a room downstairs. The others followed, their footsteps quiet but alert.
"This will be our room," Natalya said, her voice steady, though I could see the tension in her shoulders. "Polina, post guards outside. No one in or out without my say-so."
Polina nodded. "Understood, Boss."
The quiet click of the latch echoed in the small room as Natalya closed the door behind us, sealing us in our own private world. The air between us was thick with unspoken words, with the weight of everything we'd been through—and everything still to come.
She stood there for a moment, her back pressed against the door, her eyes locked onto mine with an intensity that made my chest tighten.
"Do you want to lie down?" she asked, her voice soft but edged with concern, her fingers absentmindedly brushing against her collarbone.
I shook my head, a small smile tugging at my lips. "No. I'm fine like this."
Natalya exhaled, her nose wrinkling slightly as she lifted her arm and sniffed herself. "Ugh, I smell like gunpowder and sweat," she muttered, her voice tinged with disgust. "I can't stand it. I need to wash this off."
She rummaged through her bag, pulling out a towel. As she did, I caught a glimpse of black lace—her bra and panties—before she quickly bundled them up and clutched them to her chest, her cheeks flushing slightly.
She turned toward the bathroom, pausing in the doorway to fix me with a warning look. "Don't you dare peek in," she said, her voice firm but with a hint of playful teasing.
I nodded, the picture of innocence, my hands raised slightly in mock surrender. "Why would I peek in? You're my girlfriend, Boss."
Natalya's lips twitched, a hint of a smirk playing at the corners. "Girlfriend," she repeated, as if testing the word on her tongue.
There was something almost shy in the way she said it, a flicker of vulnerability beneath her usual fierceness. "Well, my boyfriend better behave himself," she added, her voice laced with amusement.
Then, with a roll of her eyes, she disappeared into the bathroom, the door clicking shut behind her.
I leaned back against the headboard, listening to the sound of the water turning on, the faint rustle of fabric as she undressed. My mind wandered—to the way her body had felt pressed against mine in the car, to the way her lips had tasted when she kissed me, to the way she'd looked at me just now, like I was the only thing in the world that mattered.
The shower started, the sound of water hitting the tiles a steady rhythm. I could almost picture her beneath the spray—her dark hair slicked back, water cascading over her shoulders, down her back, over the curves of her body. My fingers twitched, my body reacting to the thought, but I forced myself to stay still. A gentleman, just like I'd promised.
I couldn't help but smile to myself, the warmth of Natalya's words still lingering in my mind. Girlfriend. It felt good—real, in a way that nothing else in this chaotic world did. But curiosity gnawed at me, and I decided to take a look around the cabin while Natalya was in the shower.
With a flick of my mind, I used telekinesis to open the latch, then pushed my wheelchair forward with my hands.
The wooden floor creaked slightly as I rolled into the hallway, where Polina stood with another bodyguard—a woman with fiery red hair, piercing blue eyes, and pale, almost porcelain skin. She was tall, her posture rigid with the kind of discipline that came from years of training.
Polina turned at the sound of my wheelchair, her brow furrowing in concern. "Let me help you," she said, already reaching for the handles. "Where do you want to go?"
I shook my head. "I just want to take a look at the cabin."
While Polina pushed me forward, I discreetly activated my AI Lens, scanning the redheaded bodyguard.
Name: Irene Kozlov
Age: 32
Specializations: Close-quarters combat, tactical driving, advanced firearms.
Notes: Former Spetsnaz operative. Highly disciplined. Similar skill set to Polina, but with more field experience. Older, but no less lethal.
Polina adjusted her grip on my wheelchair. "Let me help you then."
Polina wheeled me through the cabin, the scent of pine and something warm—maybe soup—filling the air.
As we passed the kitchen, I spotted two more bodyguards inside. One had jet-black hair tied in a tight braid, her movements efficient as she chopped vegetables. The other was blonde, her focus entirely on the stove as she stirred a pot.
I used my AI Lens again.
Name: Alisa Volkov (Black hair, sharp features, tattoo of a wolf on her wrist.)
Age: 31
Specializations: Explosives, hand-to-hand combat, surveillance.
Notes: Former FSB. Cold, methodical. Loyal to Natalya above all else.
Name: Diana Orlov (Blonde, athletic build, scar above her eyebrow.)
Age: 31
Specializations: Sniper, infiltration, and medical training.
Notes: Ex-KGB. Precision shooter. Known for her patience and ruthlessness.
Polina glanced at me as we moved. "Viper..." she hesitated, then lowered her voice. "Is Boss and you... together now?"
I nodded, a small smile playing on my lips. "Yeah. Boss is my girlfriend now."
Polina's expression softened, a rare warmth in her eyes. "Congratulations."
Then, quieter: "And... thank you. For helping me out with the Boss before."
I shook my head, guilt twisting in my chest. "No. It's my fault that Boss was angry at you. I'm sorry, Polina."
She waved a hand dismissively, but her voice was firm. "You don't need to apologize. You were protecting her. That's all that matters." She paused, then added, "Just... don't break her heart. She's been through enough."
I met her gaze. "I won't."
Polina gave a single nod, then continued pushing my wheelchair through the cabin. The place was cozy but fortified—thick wooden walls, reinforced doors, windows with steel shutters. A safe house built for survival.
As we rolled past the living area, I caught sight of the fireplace, the stocked weapons cabinet, the maps spread across the table—evidence of Natalya's meticulous planning. This wasn't just a hideout. It was a fortress.
Polina stopped near the large windows overlooking the forest. "We're secure here. The perimeter's wired, and the girls are on rotation for watch. No one's getting in without us knowing."
I nodded, my mind still on Natalya. "Good."
Polina wheeled me back toward the room, her grip on the chair steady and sure. The cabin was quiet except for the distant hum of conversation from the kitchen and the occasional crackle of the fireplace. The air smelled of pine and something warm—maybe the soup the others were preparing.
Just as we reached the doorway, the sound of the bathroom door clicking open echoed through the cabin.
Polina's eyes flicked toward the hallway, and a knowing smirk tugged at the corner of her lips. "I'll leave you to it," she said, her voice low and amused, before she turned and disappeared down the hall, leaving me alone.
Natalya stepped out of the bathroom, the steam from her shower curling around her like a halo. She was wearing a black lace bra and panties, the delicate fabric clinging to her curves, the dampness of her skin making the lace almost translucent in places. My breath hitched as I took her in—her dark hair damp and slightly messy, her lips parted as she caught me staring.
She raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at her lips. "Enjoying the view?"
I didn't even try to hide it. "Always."
She rolled her eyes, but the smile playing at her lips betrayed her amusement as she crossed the room. The way she moved—confident, fluid, like she owned every inch of the space around her
—made my pulse spike. She sat on the edge of the bed beside me, her fingers brushing against my arm, sending a jolt of electricity through my skin.
"Polina giving you the grand tour?" she asked, her voice dropping into that low, teasing tone that always made my stomach tighten.
"Something like that," I managed, my voice rough.
She leaned in closer, her breath warm against my ear as her voice dropped to a whisper. "Good. Because we're not leaving this room for a while."
My pulse jumped, my body reacting instantly to the promise in her voice. "Oh?"
Natalya's smirk was pure trouble, her eyes darkening with intent. "Yeah. I've got plans for you, boyfriend."
I swallowed hard, my body already tense with anticipation. "Boss... can you... not do that? I can't control myself if you keep talking like that."
Her smirk deepened, her fingers trailing down my chest, sending shivers through me. "Then don't," she murmured, her voice husky. "Let go."
Before I could protest, she helped me onto the bed, her hands careful but firm as she lay me down. The mattress dipped under her weight as she hovered over me, her dark eyes locked onto mine. "You're injured," she said softly, her fingers tracing the bandages around my chest. "So let me do it. I don't want to leave any regrets... if I die."
Her words sent a pang through my chest. I reached up, pressing my fingers to her lips to silence her. "Boss, I will not let anything happen to you," I said, my voice firm, my gaze unwavering.
Natalya's fingers trailed down my chest, her touch feather-light but electric, sending shivers through my body. The damp heat of her skin radiated against me as she leaned in, her lips brushing against my ear.
"You're mine, Viper," she whispered, her voice a low, sultry purr that made my breath catch.
Her mouth found mine in a slow, deep kiss, her lips parting as her tongue slid against mine—hot, wet, demanding. I groaned into the kiss, my hands instinctively gripping her waist, pulling her closer.
She didn't resist. Instead, she straddled my lap, her thighs pressing against mine as she settled over me, her body fitting against mine like she was made for it.
The thin fabric of her black lace bra and panties brushed against my pajamas, the friction sending a jolt of heat straight to my core. She rocked her hips slightly, a slow, deliberate grind that made my cock twitch beneath the fabric. "Feel that?" she murmured against my lips, her voice thick with desire. "Feel how much I want you?"
I let out a ragged breath, my hands sliding up her back, my fingers tangling in her damp hair. "Natalya—"
"Shh," she whispered, cutting me off with another kiss, this one deeper, hungrier. Her tongue explored my mouth, her teeth grazing my bottom lip just enough to send a spark of pleasure-pain through me. Her hips rolled again, her body pressing down against mine, the heat between us unbearable.
Her hands slid down my chest, her fingers tracing the outline of my cock through my pajamas. I hissed at the contact, my body arching slightly into her touch.
She smirked, her lips curling into a wicked smile as she continued her slow, torturous exploration. "You like that?" she asked, her voice a teasing whisper.
Natalya's hips rolled against mine, her body moving in slow, teasing circles that made my cock throb painfully beneath her. Her face was flushed, her breath coming in short, uneven gasps, but she kept her expression defiant, arrogant, like she was in complete control. Yet, I could hear the uncertainty in her thoughts, the flicker of insecurity beneath her bold facade.
[Am I doing it right?] Her mind raced, her confidence wavering. [I don't want Viper to think I'm clumsy... I don't want him to know I'm still a virgin... What if he laughs at me?]
Her thoughts flickered, her mind searching for what to do next. [In those porn movies... those women always show their tits first... and the men go crazy for them...]
Her eyes locked onto mine, her gaze hesitant but hungry, her thoughts betraying her excitement—and her shame. [Will Viper lose control if I show him? Will he like it? God, I'm so nervous... but I want him so bad...]
I could see the internal struggle in her eyes—the fierce, dominant woman she wanted to be, and the inexperienced, vulnerable girl she was afraid to reveal. My heart ached for her, but my body burned with need, my cock straining against my pajamas, desperate for her touch.
Then, with a sudden burst of boldness, Natalya reached behind her and unclasped her bra, letting the straps slide down her arms. The black lace fell away, revealing her perfect, full breasts, her nipples already hard and aching with arousal. She bit her lip, her breath hitching as she watched my reaction, her thoughts a whirlwind of nerves and desire.
[Oh God... He's staring... Does he like what he sees?]
I didn't move. Not yet. I let my gaze linger, my hunger obvious, but my touch controlled. I wanted her to lead, to feel empowered, not rushed.
Then, with a sudden, bold motion, Natalya grabbed her breasts, lifting them slightly before pressing them together and slapping them against my face, her nipples brushing against my lips.
"Suck them," she demanded, her voice husky and desperate, but laced with the arrogance she clung to. "I want to feel your mouth on me, Viper."
I didn't hesitate.
My hands shot up, gripping her full, heavy tits, my thumbs brushing over her hard nipples before I pulled her down, my mouth closing around one tight bud. I sucked hard, my tongue swirling around her nipple, my teeth grazing it just enough to make her gasp.
"Fuck—!" Natalya moaned, her fingers tangling in my hair, her body arching into me. "Yes—just like that, Viper! Bite them—"
I obeyed, my teeth nipping at her nipple before soothing the sting with my tongue. She whimpered, her hips grinding against me, her wet panties rubbing against my cock through the thin fabric of my pajamas.
"You like that, Boss?" I growled against her skin, my voice rough with lust. "You like when I suck your tits like a hungry animal?"
"Yes—!" she gasped, her voice breathy and needy. "Don't stop—oh God, Viper, don't fucking stop—"
I switched to her other nipple, my mouth devouring it, my hands kneading her breasts, my fingers pinching and rolling her sensitive buds. Natalya's moans filled the room, her body trembling, her thoughts a mess of pleasure and shock.
[Oh my God—it feels so good—better than I imagined—his mouth is so hot—]
Natalya's breath hitched as I continued to mash and knead her heavy tits, my palms squeezing, my thumbs rolling over her hard, aching nipples until she was nothing but a trembling, moaning mess beneath me. Her fingers clenched in my hair, her hips grinding against me with desperate, needy movements, her body aching for more.
"Viper—I need more—please, I need—" she gasped, her voice breathy and raw, her thoughts a whirlwind of lust and curiosity.
Then, with a sudden boldness, her hand slid down between us, her fingers wrapping around my throbbing cock through my pajamas. "Oh!" she breathed, her eyes widening as she felt me—harder than ever, thicker, pulsing with need. "Are you excited just by these?" she teased, her voice husky and amused, though her thoughts betrayed her shock and excitement.
[OMG!! He is so hard.... even harder than he was at the hospital! And it's gotten thicker... I can't stop now.... He looks so cute like this....]
But then, she hesitated, pulling back slightly, her expression conflicted. [He looks sodisappointed... Should I give him my pussy? But it will really hurt....]
I could see the internal struggle in her eyes, the way her desire warred with her fear. I wanted to ease her into it, to make her feel safe and wanted—not rushed.
"Boss..." I murmured, my voice rough with need, my lips brushing against her collarbone. "I want to taste you."
Natalya's face flushed deep crimson, her fingers stilling against my chest. "Why...?" she stammered, her voice shy and uncertain. "I'm fine like this..."
Her thoughts raced, wild and nervous. [I might cum right away.... if he touched me there...]
I cupped her face, my thumb brushing over her bottom lip. "Boss... in the hospital, you helped me," I reminded her, my voice soft but insistent. "I also want to taste you.... please..."
Natalya's breath hitched, her dark eyes searching mine, her thoughts a mess of excitement and hesitation. Then, finally, she nodded, her voice barely above a whisper. "Fine... but don't move too much. Otherwise, your wound might hurt..."
I adjusted myself, sitting up with my back supported by the bedrest, my cock aching with anticipation. "Boss... stand up and spread your legs," I instructed, my voice low and commanding. "Move closer to my face... so it won't hurt me."
Natalya stood before me, her legs slightly trembling as she spread them wider, the damp black lace of her panties clinging to her swollen, dripping pussy. The scent of her arousal was intoxicating, thick and sweet, filling the air between us. Her face was flushed crimson, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps as she watched me, her fingers twisting nervously in the sheets beside my head.
"V-Viper..." she stammered, her voice shaky and breathless, her thoughts a whirlwind of embarrassment and desire.[Oh God... he's really going to do it... right here... right now... What if I taste bad? What if I cum too fast?]
I didn't give her time to overthink.
I leaned in, my nose pressing against the damp fabric of her panties, inhaling deeply. The sweet, musky scent of her arousal filled my lungs, making my cock throb painfully against my pajamas. "Mmm... Boss," I groaned, my voice muffled against her pussy, "you smell so fucking good."
Natalya's breath hitched, her fingers clenching in my hair as a broken moan escaped her lips. "Y-You're—nnh—so embarrassing—!" she gasped, her voice trembling with a mix of shame and need.
I didn't care.
I dragged my nose along the damp fabric, nuzzling against her soaked lace, my tongue flicking out to trace the outline of her swollen lips through the material. Natalya's legs shuddered, a desperate whimper spilling from her.
"A-Ah! Viper—!" she cried, her voice high and needy, her thoughts spiraling. [His nose is—oh God—his tongue is—nnh—it feels so good even through my panties!]
I pressed my tongue harder against the fabric, licking in slow, deliberate strokes, savoring the salty-sweet taste of her arousal seeping through. "You're so wet for me, Boss," I murmured, my breath hot against her pussy. "I can taste how much you want this."
Natalya's fingers tightened in my hair, her hips involuntarily rocking against my face. "N-No, I—I-I'm not—ah!—that wet—!" she lied, her voice breathy and unconvincing, another moan betraying her.
I chuckled darkly, my tongue swirling over the wet spot, pressing harder until the fabric was completely drenched, clinging to her aching clit. "Liar," I growled, my voice rough with lust. "You're dripping, Boss. I can smell it. I can taste it."
"Nnnh—!" she whimpered, her body trembling, her thoughts a mess of pleasure and denial. [I can't—oh God—I can't take it—his tongue is—ah!—so good—!]
I hooked my fingers into the waistband of her panties, my knuckles brushing against the smooth, damp fabric before I tugged them aside, finally exposing her to the cool air.
My breath caught at the sight—her pussy was completely bare, glistening and pink, not a single trace of hair left. The way the light caught the slick wetness of her folds made my cock throb painfully against my pants.
Natalya gasped, her hands instinctively flying to cover herself, her face burning crimson. "V-Viper—!" she stammered, her thoughts racing wildly.
[Did he like it? Oh God, I shaved it just now—I wanted it to be perfect for him—but what if he thinks it's weird?]
I gripped her wrists, gently but firmly pinning them to her sides, my touch possessive and unyielding. My other hand roamed over her crotch, my fingers tracing the smooth, wet skin of her clean-shaven lips, feeling how hot and swollen she was.
Natalya squeaked, her body tensing as she tried to hide herself again, her thighs clamping shut. "W-Wait—!" she protested, her voice shaky with embarrassment.
I chuckled darkly, my thumb brushing over her clit, making her jolt. "Don't hide from me, Boss," I commanded, my voice low and possessive. "Let me see how wet you are for me."
She bit her lip, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps, her thoughts spiraling. [He's looking at me—oh God, he's really looking—does he like it? Does he think it's too much?]
I traced my thumb over her slick folds, my touch light but deliberate, teasing her. "You shaved," I murmured, my voice rough with approval. "Did you do this for me, Boss?"
Natalya's face flamed even brighter, her fingers clenching into fists at her sides. "N-No!" she lied, her voice too high, too quick. "I-I just like to keep it clean!"
I smirked, my thumb pressing harder against her clit, making her gasp. "Liar," I growled, my voice dark and knowing. "You did this for me. Didn't you?"
She whimpered, her body trembling under my touch, her thoughts betraying her. [Okay, fine! Yes, I did it for him! I wanted him to like it—I wanted to be perfect for him—]
I didn't push her. Instead, I leaned in, my breath hot against her dripping pussy. "Good," I murmured, my voice thick with hunger. "Because I fucking love it."
Before she could react, I wrapped my lips around her swollen clit, my tongue flicking it hard and fast. Natalya cried out, her body jerking, her fingers digging into my hair.
"V-VIPER—!" she gasped, her voice broken and desperate, her thoughts a mess of pleasure and shock. [Oh God—his mouth is—nnh—so good—!]
I sucked harder, my tongue swirling around her throbbing bud, my fingers spreading her folds to expose her fully. Natalya's legs shuddered, her body tensing as I increased the pressure, my mouth working her clit with relentless precision.
"Ah!—F-Fuck—!" she moaned, her voice raw and needy, her hips bucking against my face. "Viper, I—I can't—!"
I pulled back just enough to growl against her skin. "You can, Boss," I murmured, my voice muffled and dark. "And you will."
Natalya's breath came in short, ragged gasps as my tongue lashed at her swollen clit, her fingers clawing at my hair, her body trembling under my touch. The slick, wet sounds of my mouth working her filled the room, her moans growing louder, more desperate with every flick of my tongue.
"V-Viper—!" she whimpered, her voice high and breathless, her thighs shaking around my head. "I—I can't—nnh—it's too much—!"
I sucked her clit harder, my tongue swirling around it in fast, relentless circles, my fingers pumping into her tight, dripping pussy. Natalya's body jerked, her back arching off the bed as her moans turned into broken, needy cries.
"Ah!—F-Fuck—!" she gasped, her voice raw and trembling, her thoughts a mess of pleasure and panic. [Oh God—oh God—it's too much—I can't—I'm gonna—!]
I curled my fingers inside her, hitting that sweet, sensitive spot that made her scream, my mouth working her clit with unrelenting pressure. Natalya's breath hitched, her body tensing as something unexpected built inside her.
"Viper—I—I'm—!" she cried, her voice desperate and embarrassed, her fingers clenching in my hair.
And then—
A small, sudden gush of fluid sprayed from her, hitting my cheek, warm and unexpected. Natalya froze, her body locking up as the realization hit her.
"N-Nnnh—?!" she squeaked, her face burning crimson, her thoughts spiraling into mortification. [Oh no—oh no—DID I JUST PEE ON HIM?! No, no, no—this can't be happening—!]
Her moans cut off into a horrified whimper, her hands flying to cover her face as she tried to pull away. "V-Viper, I—I didn't mean to—!" she stammered, her voice shaky and humiliated, her body trembling with shame.
I pulled back just enough to look up at her, my lips glistening with her arousal, my cheek damp from her accidental release. But instead of disgust, my eyes burned with hunger, my voice dark and rough.
"Boss," I growled, my thumb brushing over her clit again, making her jolt. "You didn't pee."
Natalya's wide, mortified eyes locked onto mine, her breath coming in short, panicked gasps. "B-But—I—!"
I cut her off, my voice firm and possessive. "You squirted," I said, my tone approving, almost proud. "And it's the sexiest fucking thing I've ever seen."
Her face flamed even brighter, her thoughts a whirlwind of shock and relief. [I—I squirted? That's—that's a real thing?! Oh God—he's not mad—he likes it—!]
Before she could overthink, I dived back in, my tongue licking up every drop of her, my mouth working her clit with renewed hunger. Natalya gasped, her body jerking as pleasure flooded back through her.
"Ah!—V-Viper—!" she moaned, her voice breathy and needy, her fingers tangling in my hair again. "I—I didn't know—I—nnh—!"
I sucked her clit into my mouth, my tongue flicking it fast and hard, my fingers pumping into her soaked pussy. Natalya's moans grew louder, her body tensing as another wave of pleasure built inside her.
Natalya let out a soft, breathy whimper, her body still trembling from the aftershocks of her orgasm. "Hmm... Viper, don't—aaaah—" she moaned as I pulled back, my lips glistening with her slick arousal, the taste of her still lingering on my tongue.
Her face was completely red, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment and lingering pleasure, but she clung to her tough-girl act, her dark eyes smoldering with a mix of shyness and defiance. She bit her lip, her gaze locked onto me as I licked my lips, savoring the last traces of her.
"Now..." she murmured, her voice husky and teasing, "Let me take care of this bad boy..."
Before I could react, she shifted, straddling my lap with a confident smirk. Her fingers hooked into the waistband of my pajamas, tugging them down in one swift motion.
BOING.
My cock sprang free, thick and burning, the veins pulsing along its length as it jerked in the air between us. Natalya's eyes widened for just a second, her thoughts racing with a mix of awe and determination.
[Oh God... it's even bigger than before... I can't let him be in control... I'm his boss... Hmph... I won't lose to him!]
She wrapped her fingers around the base of my cock, her touch hesitant but firm, her thumb brushing over the slick pre-cum beading at the tip. Then, with a teasing slowness, she pulled back the foreskin, exposing the swollen, sensitive head.
She leaned in, her breath hot against my cock as she sniffed—just once—before her soft, wet lips parted, her tongue flicking out to tease the tip.
"Mmm..." she hummed, her voice low and taunting, her eyes locked onto mine as she swirled her tongue around the head—just the tip, never taking me deeper.
I groaned, my cock throbbing, my body aching to bury myself in her mouth. "N-Natalya..." I growled, my voice rough with need, my fingers clenching into the sheets.
She pulled back, her lips curving into a smirk, her voice playful but commanding. "What? Can't hold back anymore?" she teased, her fingers stroking my cock just enough to drive me wild. "But don't forget—you're not allowed to move. Wouldn't want to hurt your wound and reopen it, would we?"
I gritted my teeth, my body tensed with restraint, my cock aching for more.
Natalya smirked, her voice dropping into a husky purr. "Okay... I won't tease you too much..." Her fingers tightened around my cock, her thumb swiping over the tip again. "But this itch?" she murmured, her eyes dark with promise, "I'll make sure it's gone... with my pussy."
Before I could react, she shifted, her wet, dripping pussy aligning with my cock. She took a deep, shaky breath, her hands bracing on my shoulders, her thoughts a storm of nerves and desire.
[Here goes nothing... It's gonna hurt, but... I want him. I need him.]
Natalya's breath hitched as the tip of my cock breached her, stretching her tight, untouched entrance. A sharp, burning pain shot through her, but beneath it, there was something else—a deep, aching need that made her whimper despite the sting. A trickle of blood slid down my cock, mixing with her arousal, the proof of her innocence glistening in the dim light.
[Oh God... it hurts... but it feels... so good...]
Her thoughts raced, a mess of pain and pleasure, her mind spiraling with worry. [What if I'm bad at this? What if he thinks I'm clumsy? What if I bleed too much? What if—]
Her pussy clenched around the tip of my cock, her inner walls throbbing, her body trembling between need and fear. [But I want him... I need him inside me... I don't care if it hurts...]
I froze, my breath catching as I saw the crimson streak on my cock, my voice rough with shock. "Boss... you're a—?"
Natalya's face burned crimson, her dark eyes flickering with embarrassment and defiance. She bit her lip, her voice shaky but fierce. "What? Are you disappointed?" Her fingers dug into my shoulders, her body tense with vulnerability. "Do you... do you not want me anymore?"
I cupped her face, my thumb brushing away the tears that welled in her eyes, my voice soft but firm. "Boss... how could you even think that?" My lips captured hers in a deep, hungry kiss, my tongue sliding against hers, tasting the salt of her tears, the sweetness of her need.
When I pulled back, my forehead rested against hers, my voice rough with emotion. "You're perfect, Natalya. And the fact that you're mine—only mine—" My voice cracked, my cock throbbing with possessive hunger. "It makes me want to fucking worship you."
Natalya whimpered, her body shuddering, her thoughts a whirlwind of relief and desire. [He's not mad... he's not disappointed... he wants me... even like this...]
I gently pulled my cock out, making her gasp at the sudden emptiness, her pussy clenching around nothing. A small, needy whine escaped her lips, her hips instinctively rocking forward, chasing the feeling.
"V-Viper..." she moaned, her voice breathy and desperate, her fingers clinging to my shoulders. "I—I need you back inside..."
I grinned, my voice dark and teasing. "Boss, you're dripping..." My thumb brushed over her swollen clit, gathering the mix of blood and arousal, then bringing it to my lips. I licked it off, my tongue savoring the metallic tang of her virginity, the sweetness of her desire. "Mmm... you taste like mine."
Natalya's face flamed, her breath hitching, her thoughts a mess of shame and lust. [He licked it... he liked it... oh God, that's so... so hot...]
I gripped her hips, my voice a growl. "You're mine, Natalya. Every fucking inch of you." My cock twitched, pre-cum beading at the tip, my need for her uncontrollable. "And I'm going to fuck you until you scream it."
Natalya bit her lip, her dark eyes burning with desire. "Then... do it," she challenged, her voice husky and bold, though her body trembled with nerves. "Fuck me, Viper. Make me yours."
I growled, my hands sliding to her ass, lifting her just enough to align my cock with her dripping entrance again. "You're sure, Boss?" I rasped, my voice rough with restraint. "Because once I'm inside you... I'm never letting go."
Natalya nodded, her fingers tangling in my hair, her voice a whisper. "I'm sure." Her lips crashed onto mine, her tongue slipping into my mouth, hot and demanding. "Now fuck me, Viper. I want to feel you deep inside me."
With a groan, I pulled her down, my cock slowly pushing into her tight, virgin pussy, stretching her inch by inch. Natalya cried out, her nails digging into my skin, her body trembling as I filled her completely.
"F-Fuck—!" she gasped, her voice breaking, her pussy clenching around me, so wet, so tight, her walls throbbing with pain and pleasure.
I gripped her hips, holding her still as she adjusted to the burning stretch of me inside her. "You're so tight, Boss," I groaned, my voice strained, my cock throbbing with the need to move. "You feel amazing."
Natalya panted, her forehead resting against mine, her breath hot and uneven. "M-Move," she whimpered, her voice desperate. "Please, Viper... I need you to move..."
I didn't need to be told twice.
With a slow, deliberate thrust, I pulled back before slamming back into her, my cock burying itself deep inside her tight heat. Natalya screamed, her back arching, her pussy gushing around me, the mix of blood and arousal coating my cock.
Natalya's tight, virgin pussy clenched around my cock as I slowly thrust into her, her walls throbbing with a mix of pain and pleasure. Her dark eyes locked onto mine, glazed with lust, her lips parted in a breathless moan.
"V-Viper..." she whimpered, her fingers digging into my shoulders, her nails leaving crescent marks on my skin. "It—it burns... but it feels... so good..."
I gripped her hips, pulling her down harder onto my cock, my thrusts deep and claiming. "You're mine, Boss," I growled, my voice rough with possession. "Every fucking inch of you."
Her pussy fluttered around me, her walls milking my cock as she adjusted to the stretch. "M-More..." she begged, her voice husky and desperate. "I need more..."
I flipped her onto her back, spreading her legs wide as I pounded into her, my cock burying itself deep inside her tight heat. Natalya screamed, her back arching off the bed, her tits bouncing with every hard thrust.
"Fuck—! Viper, I—I'm gonna—!AAH—!"
Her pussy clenched around me, her orgasm crashing over her, her juices gushing down my cock. I didn't stop, my cock swelling as I chased my own release, my balls tightening with the need to cum.
"Cum inside me," she gasped, her voice raw and needy. "Fill me up, Viper... Please..."
With a final, deep thrust, I buried myself inside her, my cock pulsing as I came hard, my cum flooding her tight pussy, filling her womb with thick, hot ropes of my seed.
"Nnngh—! Viper—!" she moaned, her body shuddering as she felt my cum paint her walls, her pussy clenching around me, milking every last drop.
I pulled out of her, my cock glistening with her arousal and blood, and flipped her onto her hands and knees. Natalya whimpered, her ass in the air, her pussy dripping with my cum.
"Viper...?" she panted, her voice shaky with anticipation.
I gripped her hips, aligning my cock with her soaked entrance before slamming back inside. Natalya cried out, her fingers clawing at the sheets, her moans muffled against the bed.
"Fuck—! You're so deep—!" she gasped, her pussy clenching around me.
I gripped her ass, my thumb brushing against her tight, untouched asshole. Natalya froze, her body tensing.
"W-Wait—! Viper, what are you—!AH—!"
I pressed my thumb against her asshole, applying just enough pressure to make her gasp.
"V-Viper—! N-No—! That's—!AAH—!" she whimpered, her face burning with embarrassment and shock. "Y-You can't just—! Nnngh—!"
I chuckled darkly, my thumb circling her tight hole as I fucked her pussy with deep, punishing thrusts. "Why not, Boss?" I growled, my voice rough with lust. "You're mine. Every fucking hole of you."
Natalya moaned, her body trembling, her asshole clenching around my thumb. "I-I've never—! Ah!—done that before—!"
"Good," I rasped, my thumb pressing harder, teasing her asshole as my cock pounded her dripping pussy. "Because I'm the only one who ever will."
Her moans turned desperate, her pussy gushing around my cock as I fucked her harder, my thumb still pressing against her asshole.
"V-Viper—! I—I can't—! It's too much! AAH—!"
I didn't stop.
I fucked her through it, my cock swelling as I felt her womb open up, my tip breaching it, filling her deepest place with my thick cum.
"Nnngh—! Viper—! It's—! It's inside—!AAH—!" she screamed, her body convulsing as she felt my cum flood her womb, her pussy clenching around me, milking me dry.
I lifted her up, pressing her against the wall, her legs wrapping around my waist as I slammed back inside her. Natalya cried out, her back arching as I fucked her hard, my cock pounding her soaked pussy.
"You're mine, Natalya," I growled, my voice dark and possessive. "Say it."
"I'm yours!" she screamed, her voice breaking, her pussy clenching around me. "Only yours, Viper—!"
I lost control.
My hands gripped her ass, lifting her just to slam her back down onto my cock, my thrusts growing harder, deeper, my balls slapping against her soaked pussy. Natalya's moans turned into screams, her body trembling, her walls milking my cock, her pleasure mixing with the last remnants of pain.
"I'm gonna—! Viper, I'm—!AAH—!"
Her pussy clenched around me, her orgasm crashing over her, her juices gushing down my cock as she came hard, her body convulsing with pleasure.
I didn't stop.
I fucked her through it, my cock swelling, my release building as I chased my own climax.
"Cum inside me," Natalya gasped, her voice desperate, her nails digging into my skin. "I want to feel you fill me, Viper... Please..."
With a final, deep thrust, I buried myself inside her, my cock pulsing as I came hard, my cum flooding her tight pussy, filling her womb with thick, hot ropes of my seed.
"Natalya—!" I groaned, my voice rough and raw, my body shuddering with pleasure.
She collapsed against me, her breath ragged, her body spent, her pussy still clenching around my softening cock.
"I love you," she whispered, her voice soft and vulnerable, her fingers tracing my jaw.
I pulled her closer, my lips pressing to her forehead, my voice a vow. "And I love you, Boss. Forever."
Natalya whimpered as I pulled out, my cum dripping from her well-used pussy, her thighs slick with our mixed fluids. She trembled, her body sensitive from the intensity of our fucking.
"V-Viper..." she murmured, her voice shaky, her fingers brushing over her swollen pussy. "It... it hurts... but it feels... so good..."
I smirked, my cock still half-hard, glistening with her arousal and cum. "Good," I growled, my voice dark and satisfied. "Because you're mine now, Natalya. And I'm never letting you go."
She blushed, her dark eyes flickering with embarrassment and desire. "Y-You're such a pervert..." she muttered, but there was no real heat in her words.
I leaned in, my lips brushing her ear. "And you love it," I whispered, my hand sliding between her thighs, my fingers tracing her sensitive pussy.
Natalya gasped, her body jerking at the touch. "A-Ah! Viper—! N-Not again—! I can't—!AAH—!"
I chuckled darkly, my fingers circling her clit, drawing another moan from her.
"Oh, you can, Boss," I growled, my voice rough with promise. "And you will."
And with that, I pushed her onto the bed, my cock already hardening again, ready to claim her all over again.
Natalya collapsed onto the bed, her body trembling from exhaustion, her dark hair sticking to her sweat-slicked skin. She panted, her chest rising and falling rapidly, her pussy still throbbing from the intense fucking.
"I... I really can't take it anymore..." she whimpered, her voice weak but determined, her fingers tracing the cum dripping from her well-used pussy. "I'll help you find more women... What do you think of Polina? Otherwise, I'll really die..."
I blinked, my Lust Demon ability still active, making Natalya's favorability toward me skyrocket—her jealousy and possessiveness warring with her desire to keep me satisfied. She bit her lip, her thoughts racing.
[If I don't find someone to help me... this monster will bully me to death... But if I do... I'll kill any woman who even looks at him...]
I raised an eyebrow, my cock still half-hard, twitching at the thought of more women. "Boss..." I chuckled, my voice low and teasing. "Aren't you jealous?"
Natalya glared at me, her cheeks flushed, but her eyes betrayed her—filled with both lust and possessiveness. "I am jealous," she snapped, her finger poking my still-throbbing cock. "But if I don't find someone to help me... this bad boy will bully me to death..."
I chuckled, my hand wrapping around her wrist, pulling her closer until she tumbled onto my lap. "Boss," I murmured, my lips brushing her ear, my voice a dark purr. "You really think I'd want anyone else... when I have you?"
Natalya's breath hitched, her body trembling as my words sank in. Her dark eyes locked onto mine, glazed with exhaustion and need, her fingers clenching in my hair.
"B-But..." she stammered, her voice shaky, her lips still swollen from my kisses. "You're insatiable... I can't keep up—!"
I cupped her face, my thumb brushing over her bottom lip, my voice soft but firm. "Boss..." I murmured, my tone gentle, almost chivalrous. "I'm fine. I don't want anyone else... other than you."
Natalya stared at me, her expression a mix of disbelief and relief. Then, with a soft, desperate whimper, she pulled me into a kiss, her lips warm and trembling against mine.
"Hm..." she murmured, her voice muffled against my mouth. "Then you'll kill me... sooner or later..."
I kissed her back, my hands sliding down her back, pulling her closer. "Boss..." I whispered, my lips brushing her ear. "I'll wait. Until your pussy is healed... I can hold back."
Natalya pulled back, her dark eyes searching mine, her voice barely above a whisper. "Hmm..." she hummed, her fingers tracing my chest. "But I don't want you to be in pain... because I can't satisfy you..." Her voice cracked, her gaze dropping for a moment before locking onto mine again. "As your wife..."
My heart skipped at the word.
Natalya noticed my reaction and pinched my arm, her cheeks flushing. "What...?" she snapped, her voice sharp but shaky. "Is there anything I said wrong...?" She buried her face in my shoulder, her voice muffled as she muttered, "Husband..."
I smiled, my arms wrapping around her, holding her tight. "There's nothing wrong, wife," I murmured, my lips pressing to her forehead.
Natalya mumbled something incoherent, her body relaxing against mine, her breath slowing as exhaustion finally took over. Within moments, she fell asleep, her face peaceful, her chest rising and falling softly.
I held her close, my fingers tracing patterns on her back, when a sudden notification flashed in my vision.
[Congratulations on achieving another milestone: 25 beauties have surrendered to you.]
[Won a chance in the Lottery!]
A wheel materialized before me, glowing with different abilities inscribed along its edge. My fingers twitched, and I spun it, watching as it whirled before slowing to a stop.
[ Dracula Bloodline ]
I hesitated for only a second before fusing it, feeling the power surge through my veins. My body grew stronger, my skin paled, my eyes darkened into a deep, unnatural blue.
A rush of energy coursed through me, my muscles tightening, my senses sharpening—hearing, smell, strength—all heightened to superhuman levels.
I flexed my fingers, feeling the newfound power humming beneath my skin. A slow, predatory smile curled my lips.
This changes everything.
I glanced down at Natalya, still asleep in my arms, her face soft with exhaustion. My fingers brushed her cheek, my voice a whisper.
"Rest, wife," I murmured. "Because when you wake up..." My eyes gleamed with dark promise. "I'm going to show you exactly what this new power can do."
With a thought, I opened my SUDIX profile to take a final look:
PROFILE
Name: Jack
Age: 25/∞ (Additional life can be purchased from the SUDIX Store for $1 million per year)
Height: 6'2"
Attributes:
Stamina: 300 - Determines how quickly the host fatigues.
Endurance: 300 - Determines how long the host can last before reaching climax.
Charm: 200 - Determines the host's physical attractiveness.
Abilities: Fiery Eyes, Conception Control, Lust Demon, The Healer, Mutant Healing Factor, Absolute Mind Hypnosis, Cum Monster, Scent Of Lust, Hand Of Arousal, Endurance God, Invisibility, Telepathy, Telekenesis, Teleportation, Body Manipulation, Possession, Shape-Shifting, Blood Drain, Necromancy, Night Vision, Vampirism, Flight, Sun Resistance, Immortality
Women: Julie (100/100), Karen/Barbara (100/100), Violet Paige (100/100), Jessica (100/100), Margaret (100/100), Stella (100/100), Elizabeth (100/100), Isabella (100/100), Lisa (100/100), Mary (100/100), Olivia (100/100), Sofia (100/100), Marina (100/100), Carolina (100/100), Jennifer (100/100), Angela (100/100), Hannah (100/100), Haruna (100/100), Emily (100/100), Jasmine (100/100), Suzy (100/100), Nancy (100/100), Freya (100/100), Emily (100/100), Natalya (100/100)
Total Women: 25
The Dracula Bloodline pulsed through my veins like liquid fire, every new ability unfolding in my mind with crystal clarity. I flexed my fingers, feeling the raw power surging beneath my skin, my body humming with unlimited potential.
Absolute Mind Hypnosis—my old Absolute Hypnosis had evolved into something far more sinister, more precise. Now, I could control minds with effortless dominance, bending thoughts, emotions, and wills to my every whim.
A slow, dangerous smile curled my lips. No more resistance. No more defiance. Just absolute obedience. I imagined the possibilities—armies of loyal followers, enemies turned allies, women surrendering without a single word of protest. Power like this... it changes everything.
Possession—the ability to seize control of any human, animal, or creature, slipping into their mind and body as if it were my own.
I closed my eyes, testing the sensation, feeling the whispers of foreign consciousnesses brushing against my own. No more hiding. No more limitations. I could be anyone. Anywhere. The thrill of it sent a shiver down my spine.
Shape-shifting—my body could mold into any form I desired. A child, an old man, a teenager, or even a beast. I visualized myself as a massive wolf, fangs bared, or a shadow slipping through crowds unnoticed. Disguises, deception, infiltration—perfection. My grin widened. I could walk among enemies and they'd never know.
Then, my tongue brushed against the sharp points of my new fangs.
Blood Drain—the ability to sink these into any being and siphon their life force, their blood fueling my strength. I extended them, retracting them with a thought, the metallic taste of anticipation filling my mouth. Power through blood. Immortality through consumption. My stomach growled—not with hunger, but with lust for dominance.
Necromancy—the dark art of raising the dead, summoning spirits, bending ghosts to my will. A chill ran through me as I imagined an army of the undead at my command, silent, relentless, unstoppable. No more fear of death. No more fear of loss. The dead will serve me.
Night Vision—my eyes could now pierce the dark as easily as daylight. Though my AI Lens already gave me X-ray vision, this was different. No more shadows. No more secrets. I glanced around the room, the details sharper, the colors richer, even in the dim light. Useful. But not as thrilling as the rest.
Then—Vampirism. The true game-changer. Anyone I bit and fed my blood to would become my vampire, bound to me for eternity. Immortal. Stronger. Faster. They would gain hypnosis, enhanced speed, blood-draining abilities—everything but flight.
My mind raced. Natalya. All my women—immortal. Forever young. Forever mine. A possessive growl rumbled in my chest. No more aging. No more death. Just eternal loyalty.
Flight—the freedom of the skies, the ability to transform into mist or a bat. No more boundaries. No more ground to tie me down. I imagined soaring through the night, unseen, untouchable, the wind rushing past me. Power like this... It's intoxicating.
Sun Resistance—no weakness to sunlight, and neither would any vampires I created be.
And finally—Immortality. My lifespan was already infinite thanks to my Healing Factor, but now, even my soul was immortal. No death. No end. Just eternal power. A laugh escaped me, dark and triumphant. I am unstoppable.
I leaned back, my mind reeling with the endless possibilities. The last time I reached the first milestone—Invisibility was rewarded—had been useful, but this? This was transcendence. A gift beyond anything I could have dreamed.
The moonlight spilled through the cracked window, casting silver streaks across Natalya's sleeping form. Her dark hair fanned across the pillow, her lips parted in peaceful slumber, her chest rising and falling in slow, steady rhythms. She looked so fragile, so human—so unaware of the monster holding her.
She has no idea what's coming.
A restless energy surged through me, electric and unrelenting. I didn't feel tired. Not even a hint of sleepiness. Fuck. I clenched my fists, feeling the power humming beneath my skin. I've become a creature of the night. A fucking Dracula.
I exhaled sharply, my breath not even visible in the cold air. No fatigue. No weakness. Just pure, unbridled energy. My body felt alive in a way it never had before—stronger, faster, immortal.
Carefully, I tucked Natalya into the blanket, my fingers brushing her cheek one last time. "Sleep well, wife," I murmured, my voice a dark whisper. "Because when you wake up... you'll see a whole new world."
Then, I turned toward the window, pushing it open with a single thought. The night air rushed in, cold and crisp, carrying the scent of pine and earth. I stepped onto the windowsill, my body humming with anticipation.
Time to test this new power.
I focused, calling upon the Flight ability—but not just flight. Transformation. The Dracula Bloodline promised mist, and I wanted to feel it.
A surge of dark energy rippled through me, and instantly, my body dissolved, shifting into a swirling, shadowy mist. The sensation was unlike anything I'd ever experienced—weightless, free, untethered from the constraints of flesh.
And then—I moved.
No wings. No physical form. Just pure, unbridled freedom as I soared into the night sky, the wind rushing through my ethereal form. The world below blurred, the trees and cabin shrinking as I ascended, higher and higher.
Fuck.
This was euphoria.
I twisted, spiraled, dove, the night my playground. The moon watched over me, pale and silent, as I carved through the sky like a phantom. The cold didn't touch me. The wind didn't resist me. I was untouchable.
For the first time, I understood what it meant to be truly free.
I laughed, the sound dissolving into the night, my mist-form pulsing with excitement. This is power. This is immortality.
And then—I stopped.
Hovering above the forest, I reformed, my body solidifying once more. My skin tingled, my senses sharper than ever. I could hear the rustle of leaves miles away, the distant howl of a wolf, the faint heartbeat of a deer hiding in the underbrush.
My fangs glinted in the moonlight, a predatory smirk curling my lips as the night wind whipped around me. This is just the beginning.
With a thought, I solidified my mist form, landing silently on the cabin's rooftop. The wood creaked beneath my feet, but the sound was drowned by the howling wind. I pulled out my phone, the screen glowing in the darkness as I activated SERA.
"SERA," I commanded, my voice low and smooth. "Update me on the FBI's movements. Specifically, Agent Claire Starling."
SERA's voice responded instantly, cold and efficient.
"Affirmative, Master. Agent Claire Starling and her team have joined forces with Andrey. Their current objective is to locate Natalya—they believe that capturing her will lead them to Nikolai's whereabouts."
A slow, dangerous chuckle escaped my lips. So they're still chasing ghosts.
"Where are they now?" I asked, my fingers tightening around the phone.
"They are currently inside Natalya's villa," SERA replied. "Scanning for digital footprints, surveillance logs, and interrogating staff who may have information on her whereabouts."
I grinned, my eyes gleaming with dark amusement. They're wasting their time.
"And Claire?" I pressed, my voice dropping into a growl. "What's her role in this?"
"Agent Starling is leading the interrogation efforts," SERA informed. "She has been aggressive in her pursuit, utilizing FBI resources to track Natalya's last known movements. However, they have yet to uncover any meaningful leads."
I exhaled, my breath forming a faint mist in the cold air. Pathetic.
"Keep monitoring them," I ordered. "If they get too close, I want to know immediately."
"Understood, Master," SERA responded. "Shall I prepare countermeasures in case of direct confrontation?"
I paused, my gaze drifting toward the cabin window where Natalya slept peacefully. No. Let them come. Let them think they're close.
"Not yet," I murmured, my voice laced with dark promise. "Let them dig their own graves first."
I ended the call, slipping the phone back into my pocket. The night was still, the forest silent, but my mind was alive with possibilities.
Claire and Andrey thought they were hunters.
But they were prey.