Page 53 of Veil of Shadows

“Tell me how good it feels,” I demand, my voice low and gravelly, pushing her further as I pound into her, my hips driving against hers.

“So good, Viktor,” she breathes, her nails digging into my back. “You feel amazing.”

I can feel the tension building within me, and I know I won’t last much longer. “I’m going to cum,” I warn her, and as I pull back, I want to feel every inch of her, to see the pleasure on her face.

“Don’t stop,” she urges, her voice thick with desperation. “I want to taste you.”

The thought sends a thrill through me, and before I know it, I’m pulling out, my cock glistening with her juices. I bring it to her lips, and she opens her mouth, eager and hungry, taking me in as I slide into her warm mouth.

“Fuck, yes,” I groan, feeling her tongue swirl around me, teasing and sucking me as I thrust into her mouth. The sensation is overwhelming, and I can feel the pressure building in my core.

“God, Alyssa,” I moan, my hands gripping her hair as I push deeper, the rhythm of her mouth driving me closer to the edge. “I’m going to cum.”

With one final thrust, I spill into her mouth, warmth flooding me as I feel her swallow, taking every drop. She looks up at me, her eyes bright with satisfaction, and I can’t help but pull her close, capturing her lips in a heated kiss, tasting myself on her.

“I never want to leave this,” I murmur against her lips, my heart racing as I hold her close.

“We won’t have to,” she whispers back, her breath mingling with mine, filled with hope.

As the night stretches on, we find solace in each other, and I know that whatever lies ahead, we will face it together—stronger than ever. The Bratva may still be hunting us, but with Alyssa by my side, I feel ready to fight for our future. Together, we will carve out a new life, and I won’t look back.

Chapter Twenty-Five – Alyssa

The air inside the cabin is thick with tension as Viktor and I prepare for the Bratva’s final approach. Outside, the world feels eerily quiet, a stark contrast to the chaos brewing in our minds. The remnants of our quiet moments are overshadowed by the weight of what’s coming.

I stand near the window, my heart pounding in my chest. Shadows stretch across the floor, and the forest surrounding us seems to close in as I glance at Viktor. He’s pacing, his eyes scanning the treeline, muscles taut under the weight of impending danger. I grip the weapon in my hand, feeling the cool metal against my palm, and remind myself why I’m here—why we’re both here.

“Did you hear that?” Viktor’s voice breaks through my thoughts, sharp and alert.

I turn my head, straining to listen. There it is, a faint rustle outside, like the whisper of someone moving through the underbrush. My stomach tightens, and I take a step closer to Viktor, instinctively seeking his strength.

“They’re coming,” he says, his tone steady, but I can see the tension in his shoulders.

“Do you think they’ve tracked us?” I ask, trying to keep my voice calm, though fear seeps into my words.

“It’s likely,” he replies, his gaze focused. “We need to be ready.”

I nod, but my mind races. The Bratva—Lev—are relentless, and the reality of what’s about to unfold sends shivers down my spine. I can’t let fear consume me. I take a deep breath, grounding myself, reminding myself of the stakes. Viktor’s life, our future—it’s all on the line.

As he moves to the door, I watch him, admiring the strength in his stance. He’s preparing for battle, but there’s a gentleness in his eyes when he looks back at me. It’s a reminder that we’re in this together, that our bond has solidified through every challenge we’ve faced.

“Stay close to me,” he says, pulling me to his side. “Whatever happens, I won’t let anything happen to you.”

His promise fills me with courage. “I won’t back down,” I assure him, squeezing his hand. “We can do this.”

“Together,” he confirms, his voice low and steady.

As we take our positions, ready to face whatever the Bratva has planned, I can feel the adrenaline pumping through my veins. Viktor’s expression is cold and resolute, a stark contrast to the warmth I see in his eyes when he glances at me. There’s a fierce determination there—a silent vow that binds us.

The silence is deafening as we wait, anticipation hanging heavy in the air. I can hear my heartbeat, each thud resonating in my ears. We exchange a final look, our expressions determined, and brace ourselves for the fight that will define our future.

Then, the sound breaks through—footsteps crunching on leaves, hushed voices approaching the cabin. My heart races, and I turn to Viktor, who nods slightly, signaling me to stay alert.

“It’s time,” he whispers.

The door creaks as we hear it push open, revealing Lev and several Bratva enforcers. The tension thickens, and I can almost taste the danger in the air. Lev stands at the forefront, his expression a mixture of anger and betrayal.

“Viktor,” he sneers, eyes narrowing. “You’ve made a grave mistake.”