Ilay let out one loud and deep grunt before his warm load shot out of his cock, spluttering all over the dresser and my thighs. His powerful orgasm was followed by spasms from his body that seemed to drain him even further.
We locked gazes in the mirror, both panting from the hot make-out we just had.
His lips began stretching out, and in half a second, the bathroom was echoing with the sound of Ilay's bubbly laughter.
"You fit my taste. I might keep you around a little longer," he praised pulling me to a standing position before making me face him.
We were both naked, our bodies radiating too much heat from the lust we shared and our souls creating a link we didn't know existed until recently.
He used to be another person I didn't bother about. I knew he was danger when I first laid eyes on him years ago. And after living with him in the past weeks, I was too aware of how fucked up his brain was. But now that I had met his family and picked up some secrets, I half understood the source of his personality. It all came down to...family.
His family had caused him trauma in his early years, and mine just took off without informing me anything. Not even a goodbye. We hadn't been a perfect one, but I thought they'd at least make me aware of the psychopath out to get us.
Now he was all I had to survive. This much, I had made peace with.
He might have been the Mad Dog of the underworld, Prince Charming in the normal world, but he was now my psychopathic husband to me. I'd use him and he'd use me. Ours was a symbiotic relationship, nothing more, nothing less.
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The family had gathered once more in the dining for breakfast. The awkward air hovering over their heads was as dense as it had been the previous night.
But not to me. I shamelessly munched down my breakfast while they took random bites and shared weird glances.
Ilay's mood seemed much better. I could tell by the way he was heartily enjoying his meal.
He had risen before the clock struck six and left the bedroom in a pair of gray sweatpants and a sleeveless hoodie. When he came back, he was seen he'd in sweat, which could only mean that he had been exercising. It made sense. His perfect physique had been cultivated with a lot of patience and discipline.
And with his nuts emptied the previous night, of course his moods would be elevated.
"Ilay..." Faina's gentle voice came, softly demanding the attention of everyone at the table.
All eyes flew to her and then to Ilay.
"There is something we must discuss."
"If it doesn't involve my wife, I don't wanna hear it."
My heart fluttered secretly at how he had lovingly said 'my wife'. Even though it was all pretense, that title coming from his mouth came with heavy gravity.
"It's precisely about your wife!" Ilay's dad clarified firmly. "Since your grandfather isn't here to guide you, and your uncle isn't happy about your return, it's up to me to remind you of the rules you seem to have forgotten..." His fierce gaze shifted from Ilay and landed on me.
"How old are you girl?"
I half frowned, clueless about where this conversation was heading.
"Nineteen."
"I didn't want to dig up your history, so I'll ask you these questions right here."
A clink came from Ilay as maybe he dropped his spoon on his plate. I didn't bother to look, my attention was locked on his dad who was harshly challenging me with his blue pair.
"Do you have any medical history?"
"No," I answered unwaveringly, my steady gaze letting him know that he wouldn't win.
"Well then, you should enroll in Drakon Academy."
My brows scrunched as my eyes diverted from him and to Ilay, questioning him. He hadn't told me anything about an academy.
Ilay just smirked as if telling me, 'I wanna see how far you can go'.
"What is that?" I asked looking back at Ilay's dad.
"That is the place where you can get the answer to your question along with others. Since you'll be the Czarina, education on what Drakon is is essential. You've stepped into the high society. Irrespective of your origins, you're now a member of this family. You ought to learn the ways of the family you'll be leading."
My right brow lifted. I was both perplexed and excited about what this all meant.
They were handing me power. The kind that I had no idea of its depths but it felt good.
This academy, without any further explanation, was a mafia academy where I'd be taught about the ways of the mafia world. Would there be guns and daggers?
I had always wanted to hold one of those.
Well, this didn't sound so bad.
"Do you want to join?" Asked Ilay from my right side, bringing my gaze upon his pleased face. "You don't have to go if you don't want-"
"How can she be the Czarina without any-" Milan barked but was immediately cut short by Ilay.
"Shut the fuck up! She's my wife. Of course that comes with its benefits."
"She'll be the next Czarina! How do you expect her to fit in if she-"
"She doesn't need to fit in! She just needs to fit me!" Ilay roared, slicing the atmosphere between himself and Milan with his murderous eyes.
My eyes left the two and concentrated on an interesting character... Irina. She was trembling like a leaf caught up in a storm. Her balled fists were pale and her knuckles were on the verge of popping from under her skin. Her face was beetroot red, her eyes glistening with visible tears as she scowled at me without blinking.
I smiled at her before placing my hand on Ilay's wrist.
Her scowl immediately dropped to our contact. The tears that had been gathering in her eyes finally fell.
"It's okay. I'll think about it," I said looking at Ilay's crossed face.
His anger faded quite fast, paving the way for a playful smirk.
"Are you sure? This is not something you can take back once you agree to."
I nodded, flashing him a 'You know I'm not made of paper' smile.
"Very well then. Luka?" He called glancing over at his younger brother. "Have everything arranged. And let them know that I'll be joining as well as a professor."
Gasps.
Stares.
"Why would you do that? This has never happened before. How can you expose yourself to the public like this?" Faina questioned sharply.
"This is not a light matter to decide without careful thinking," Milan reminded sounding...brotherly. "You should be aware than any of us just how greedy the enemies get. If you go to such a public place with so many-"
"Luka, send uncle a letter for me. Let him know that I'll be using the Creed Assassins."
"Brother!" Sasha squeaked while the others threw horrified stares at Ilay. "They're only used in dire situations. We were taught that they should only be-"
"Argh!" Ilay groaned rising. "You're all a bunch of boring human beings. This is why I didn't want to come here before this..." He picked up my hand, "Let's go for a walk. I'm sure you must be bored to death here."
An amused half-smile tugged the corners of my lips as I stared up at Ilay. He looked so damn carefree and reckless. Traits of his that were irresistible to look away from.