Regency Romance: The Rake's Fake Marriage (Historical Arranged Marriage Romance) (19th Century Victorian Romance) (65 page)

So he did.

Pulling her panties down
, her vagina smiled at him with great delight. It was perfectly hairless – virgin to shave. As he touched it and started rubbing it with his sandy hands, she moaned even louder.

Inserting his middle finger into her pussy, Tasia spread her legs wide open. As his finger slid in, she clenched the mattress at both sides. Her
body
tingling repetitively as his finger sprinted faster and faster.

Moaning veiled the room.
Its
sound’s
spectra
echoed in every corner. Hope no one was outside listening to their adulterous love.

Before bringing his face down to her vulva, he looked up first to see how she was coping. Noticing he was looking at her, she brought her gaze
to
him. Seeing his blazing green eyes that shimmered in anticipation made her love him even more. It seemed the bad memories she’d had about him was starting to fade away now. One flake at a time, like the snow outside.

After munching on her front bottom, he lifted his body up and then unzipped his zipper before pulling his pants down. He motioned his hand for her to suck his penis. But she seemed to be refusing the opportunity to taste it. The size must have overwhelmed her.

“You don’t want to?” He asked, wondering whether she’d ever had any experience like this.

“No. I’ve never done that before,” She replied, explaining herself.

“Just try.”

To his persuasion, she was compelled to give a go.

Wrapping her hand around it made her heart drive 100KM. She was freaking out.
This is
huge,
she thought as she put it in her mouth. His shaft was around eight inches in length and five-centimeter in diameter. It was humongous.

Leaning his head back, he felt her warm and luscious tongue playing around his penis like a lollypop.
So good….
He moaned.

After a minute or so, he decided it was the right time for intimate pounding. He pushed her down back to the bed against the soft and fluffy pillows. She was surprised. But at the same
time,
she felt elevated to feel him filling her up from flesh to soul.

Thrusting his shaft into her deepest hole, a sensitive part of a woman where they felt vulnerable, he could feel her vagina tightening up, gripping his dick. But he was persistent to reach her end, and so he did. As he kept on sliding it back and forth, slowly at first, she felt eased and relaxed, but as he continued pounding her – it became a sprint rather than a marathon.

Anton did not care about the journey. He liked being rough and dominant when it came to sex. He liked it hard.

“Aaaah…” Tasia screamed.

But he quickly covered her mouth worried the other brothers would find out what they were
up to
. They were cruel and without mercy. One mistake was equivalent to the death penalty. Life was cheap.

“Don’t make much noise. They might hear us.” He hushed her up.

“Sorry!”

Little did they know someone was outside the door – listening.

Chapter Six

Everything
went normally
between Tasia and Anton. They treated each other no different as before. They did not want to make the brothers suspect them too much. It was dangerous. One snare, everything could go wrong.

“Hey, Tasia,” Anton called her from afar.

She was busy monitoring the surveillance cameras around the warehouse’s perimeter. She was in charge of it when Albert, whom Java shot in the head, died. The pressure
was on
.

“Hey…. Tasia. Here….” He hissed as he noticed her looking around, trying to find out where the sound was
coming from
.

The excitement came into her. She loved seeing him now, especially after the night they spent together. It had been three months, and, since then, they had never been able to meet up one on one. There were plenty of eyes roaming around.

The
brothers
were starting to be suspicious of their relationship.

“Hey, what are you doing in here?
This is
not your department. We might get in trouble if we get caught.”

Tasia smacked Anton’s shoulder, signifying she wanted his presence. She was flirting.

“Do you want to take a walk outside?” He asked as he pulled something from his pocket.

“What? Are you insane? It’s cold out there. Can’t you see?”

“Look. I bought two tickets for the cinema. One for you and one for me. Yah?”

“Ummm… I-I don’t know. He might see us.”

“Don’t worry, Java is out of the country. He’s in Ukraine and won’t be back until tomorrow night.”

“Are you sure?”

“Have I ever lied to you?”

“Have you?” She frowned her brows, thinking of the moments he lied to her.

He laughed. He knew what she was
talking about
.

Ten millimeters of snow covered the face of roads around
Ablina
Ulitsa Street where the warehouse
was located
. Withered trees
were clothed
with white blankets. Although the sun was blazing in its full glory, its heat barely touched Tasia and Anton’s faces as they walked to the cinema.

He looked at his watch.

“Why do you keep looking at your watch?” She asked.

“Ah, that… I’m just making sure I keep track of the time. Just for some private reasons.”

“Private reasons?” Her eyebrows met in wonder.

“Yeah….”

He promised to her he was not going to lie ever again, but it seemed deception
was sewed
in his mouth. As he finished talking, he remembered his father who kept looking at his watch when his mother was in the hospital – on the edge of death. That stuck in his mind.

Every time he looked at his wristwatch he remembered him, wondering whether he was still alive or already resting underground.

“Hey, let’s help the
lady.
” Tasia yelled as she saw a black lady slip over, caused by the slippery snow.

“What?” He asked, back to his senses again.

Following her, he was astonished to see her gentle side. That side of her that he fell in love with.

“Are you alright,
lady
?”

“Are you from America?” The old lady asked, noticing Tasia’s appearance.

“Yes. What about you?”

“Me too. Hey –“ She pulled her closer, aware that Anton was fast approaching.

“Be careful around here. I know there’s something going on in that huge factory over there. Take care of yourself!”

She was talking about the
warehouse
where she worked. All of a sudden her poor mother came to her mind.
How’s she doing
? She wondered as loneliness crept into her.

“Hey, are you ok?” Anton asked Tasia
with
deep concern in his voice.

“My mom… I miss my Mama. I want to go back home, Anton. Please help me!”

Beads of tears began to take shape around her eyes. He could feel how she missed her mother.
Because he experienced it himself.

“What? I-I can’t. You know why, don’t you?”

He took her hands and placed them
over
his shoulders as he drew her
into
him.

She kept sobbing. Tears wetted his coat, but he did not mind.

She pushed him away as she felt her stomach turning. Spewing out, she released the cereals she’d eaten for breakfast out of her mouth. To her aid, he wrapped his
own
coat around her for extra warmth, despising the chilling wind. He thought it was just a simple cold. But it was far greater and risky.

“Are you ok?”

“Yes. I’m fine. I must have eaten –“ She paused as she continued vomiting.

Arriving back to the
warehouse
, Java was by the door waiting. His weight was as heavy as his anger. He was pissed off. The rest of the
brothers
who flew to Ukraine with him
were arrested
. Now, he needed to dissipate his anger to someone.

“Where you been? Both of you?” He interrogated.

“We’ve just gone for a
walk,
” She replied as her voice trembled.

Touch her and you’ll see what will happen
. Anton said to himself as he noticed she was terrified.

“I told you not to leave your department, didn’t I?” He shouted at her as his saliva spat at her face. Disgusting.

Then, Java grabbed Tasia’s arm.

But before he could pull her in, Anton grabbed her back as quick as lightning. “Don’t touch her!” He said in a very stern and candid tone, indicating he was serious.

“Anton! What are you doing?”

“She’s my rookie. I brought her here. She’s under my supervision. Let
go of
her!”

Anton’s eyes flamed in vexation. Java knew when he was serious. Out of respect to the rules and regulations, he pushed her away back to him.

“You better take care of your rookie. She’s used every luck she has.” He said as he spat
to
the floor.

As they walked away, he called one of his
slaves
by finger sign, a code of quiet calling.

Eyes must be vigilant.

“I want you to spy those two. I smell something fishy is going on between those two monkeys. Find out what it is.”

“Yes, sir.” The servant saluted.

It was him, the person who was outside their door that night.

Chapter Seven

Why do my breasts hurt so much
?

Tasia was looking in the bathroom’s mirror, examining her growing body. She had been sick for the past few days with severe nausea and cold. She thought it was because of the changing weather, but she was heedless of something that was springing up within her.

“Hey, Tasia. We’re having a fitness check-up in a couple of minutes. So hurry up!” One of the
brothers
must have been told
by Java
to call her.

“Yeah… I’ll be there in a minute.”

Getting to the assembly area, she saw Anton standing opposite her where the leaders sat along with the huge monster.

Fitness in
Sekret
rynka
mafia
was taken
seriously. They had to be extremely fit to perform important tasks. There was no room for any lanky member.

One. Two. Three….. Fifty-four had gone through the check-up, and now it was her turn.

As soon as she stepped on the scale, the red arrow quickly swayed to the right.

“You need to reduce your diet. You’re too unfit and heavy. Watch your weight!” The checker said to her with contempt in his voice.

Java cut in.

“I thought you don’t have any appetite, Tasia? Why are you getting fatter and fatter every day?”

She couldn’t breathe. His words stung.

She laughed, instead, purchasing time to make up a convincing lie to cover up her mischievousness.

“Hahaha….. Sorry, but I’ve been eating chocolates lately. I have a sweet tooth, so I love candies.”

Java’s squinted eyes narrowed. He knew something was not right. He was just waiting for her to confess. But he knew she would not sing as quick as she could find a way to get away with it.

“Very well. You may continue your work.”

“Thanks!”

****

“Hey, tell me. Is there something that I need to know about?” Anton asked as he followed
Tassia
everywhere she went. From the kitchen, even to the bathroom.

“Nothing. I’ve already told you I’m fine. I’m good as a cow.” She giggled pretentiously.

“Don’t lie to me. I know you’re keeping something. What is it? Do you have cancer, or bulimia, perhaps?”

“Don’t be stupid! How many times do I need to repeat myself – I’m freaking fine. Don’t worry about me.”

Although he knew she was getting extremely annoyed now, he still kept asking to find out what was bugging her.

“Why’s your stomach getting bigger and bigger every week? Is it true you’ve been eating chocolates?”

Her silence responded to his question. Why did he need to ask?

“Hey, answer me. I feel like I don’t exist in your life anymore.”

She finally broke her silence. “Do you
really
want to know?”