AN: I will need a little more time for chapters from now on, because the next few chapters aren't done yet
The minute they walked into the conference room Aria no longer felt overdressed. Everyone there was dressed immaculately. Although she felt a little uncomfortable due to the men staring at her.
Everyone was being introduced and Aria wondered why Victor had only brought her. The Russians seemed to have brought their entire family or perhaps it was just their whole company? Victor and Aria sat down with two Russian men who apparently were the company CEO's. One seemed to be around 30 years old and the other must've been at least 60. The rest of the people who were part of the Russian company, stayed behind in the other room and didn't get involved in the meeting. So why they were even there, she had no clue. Just entourage she figured. To impress them perhaps?
Apparently Aria would be translating, since the older man did not speak English.
"My father says that you are very lucky to have such a lovely assistant" the younger Russian said as soon as they sat down together.
Victor's bared his teeth a little at the comment of the young Russian "She's not just my assistant" he hinted in order for the two men to keep their mouths shut about Aria.
Aria smiled shyly to the younger Russian "Thank you" she said. It was nice to be complimented and it made her feel good.
Victor growled softly at her and Aria quickly sat down focusing on her surroundings and the task at hand.
The meeting was quick. Which was nice because neither Victor nor Aria cared very much for it. The older looking man hadn't even said a word. His son did all the talking. And so there wasn't much to do for Aria but to sit and look pretty. She was glad to be back in their suite two hours later. Especially after the long day they had had.
She sat in front of the mirror brushing her hair, Aria could see Victor's reflection in the mirror. He was standing behind her and eyeing her dangerously. She had a feeling he was angry again. But she couldn't quite understand why. She slowly took off her jewelry and laid them out on the desk. When she wanted to get up and turn around to ask him why he was angry, Victor suddenly pressed her against the desk from behind.
"So you liked that hm?" he growled into her ear.
She was a bit surprised by his sudden anger "I liked what?".
"Being complimented by other men" he hissed through gritted teeth.
She looked puzzled and didn't understand what she had done wrong "Compliments are nice. They make me feel good. Was I wrong to feel that?".
His hand lingered around her throat as he pressed his throbbing hard on against her from behind. His other hand reached her waist and turned her around to face him. Victor lifted her onto the desk and kissed her possessively. He wasn't sure why he was so angry. She hadn't really done anything wrong. And yes, she did look fucking good tonight, like always, but slightly more even. Some other men noticed that, as they would, and it pissed him off like nothing else. But it wasn't as if she'd been flirting with them. She simply thanked them politely.
"Do you understand that you're beautiful?" he growled against her lips.
"Uhm…" she stammered without knowing the correct reply to this "No?" she answered him unsure of what he wanted to hear. Her looks had never been a priority to her.
His hands moved her dress up over her legs "Well you are. Fucking beautiful. Other men notice you. And it pisses me off".
She really did not know how to respond "I'm sorry?".
He pushed his hard groin against her pelvis "Nothing you can do about that" he growled as he kissed her again. His hands moved between her leg and started rubbing her center. Aria moaned, she swore his hands could work magic. She started moving against him as she kissed him back, greedily reaching for his tongue with hers. She loved the feeling of the rough texture of his tongue against hers.
Victor started to remove his clothes but Aria caught his hands, she wanted to undress him. And so she did, opening his buttons and removing the fabric from his body. When he was naked, he removed the straps from her shoulders and her dress fell to the floor. He tore through her panties and lifted her back onto the desk again as he attacked her neck.
Aria moaned painfully as he pinched her nipples and scraped her neck with his razor sharp teeth. He pushed her down on the desk with a firm grasp around her neck "You need to understand that you're mine and no one else's" he growled as he moved his cock against her entrance.
Aria hissed defensively as she held his arm with both her hands. It confused her how much she liked it when he held her down like this. She was supposed to feel threatened but she didn't. As if she instinctively knew that he would never actually break her neck or strangle her for real. He just wanted to impose his dominance over her.
Victor entered her slowly but soon increased his pace as he held her down tightly. His other hand moved onto her breast as he pinched her nipple again, she moaned softly as pain mixed with pleasure.
He moved his mouth close to her ears "You like this don't you" he growled darkly.
He pinched her nipple again when she said nothing "Answer me frail".
"Please" was all she could whimper as her head spun around.
"Please what?" he whispered as he pushed deep inside her "What do you want frail?".
"Don't stop" she begged him.
He smirked. No, he would not stop. He wouldn't stop until he'd satisfied his needs and filled her up with his cum. He pushed in and out of her violently. All sorts of items were falling off the desk but the two ferals were too occupied to take notice. His mouth found her lips again and the soft feel of her kisses eased his anger slightly.
Her arms entangled his neck as she tried to press him even closer to her, but there was already no more space left between their heated bodies "I'm sorry" she whispered against his mouth.
He growled, agitated with himself "You did nothing wrong" he grumbled lowly as he clasped onto her.
"We can stay here today if you like" he casually said as they ate their breakfast in bed, not wanting it to mean anything "There's more to see here than some palace and the Pizza Hut".
Her head snapped up instantly "Oh, can we really!?" she exclaimed excitedly as she dropped the croissant back onto her plate.
"Yeah why not" he grumbled nonchalantly "We might as well fly tonight".
Her cute face shone brightly, the same dumb smile as always appearing once more "What will we do all day?" she asked.
"Well" Victor shrugged "There's more of them fucking buildings and attractions you like so much. And we should buy you some stuff".
Her smile widened as she realized he was actually going to walk around with her and check out tourist attractions in Moscow. "What kind of stuff do we need to buy?".
"Well" he shrugged casually "A phone for you, some more clothes which are suitable for business meetings and probably tape for your mouth so you won't ask so many questions".
She blushed "The tape is a joke right?".
He just glared at her semi-wickedly "I'm considering it" he said.
Victor had not been exaggerating, there was a lot to see in Moscow and she was glad he took her to witness it instead of flying home first thing in the morning. She didn't even mind the masses, he did though. Aria just stayed close to Victor so she wouldn't get lost. It didn't prevent her from bumping into people and random things though.
"For a feral, you are clumsy as hell" he stated at some point as he laughed at her.
The only thing she didn't really like was the shopping part at the end of their trip. But she didn't complain. Victor did not particularly enjoy shopping either. On the contrary. He hated it even more than Aria did. But they did need a few things for her. And he was told women usually also liked jewelry and shit like that. So that's what he got for her.
Buying off his guilt, is what Eric would call it.
He stared at her from his seat on the plain. Her dress, her long braid, the few strands of hair which wouldn't be tamed. Why was she so damn soft? Why did she look so damn fragile? She was tough as hell. But the way she looked, no one would ever think she was. Her slender hands slowly roaming the pages of the book. Little smirks playing around her lips as she read. No one would ever guess. Not until they would notice the subtle hints that showed her mutation. Her long sharp nails, her teeth when she smiled kindly, her preying eyes when she wanted to.
"Did you have a good time in Moscow?" he broke her trance.
She closed her book and looked at him with a soft smile "I had the best time. I'm glad you decided to stay one more day. Did you have a good time?" she asked him.
He shrugged "I don't care for it".
"You'd rather we went home as soon as possible. But you didn't" she replied quietly "Thank you".
He growled and turned his face towards the window. It was uncomfortable to look at her when she was spouting sentimental bullshit at him "Go back to your book".
She chuckled "How come you dislike being away from home?".
"I don't" he answered as he realized that it was true. He didn't actually mind being away from home. At least not this time. Usually she'd be right, he hated being away from home. But not this time. Because 'home' also meant back in the real world where his brother was. Jimmy who probably hadn't given up on his pursuit of Victor's mate.
He stared at her intensely, a deadly tranquility in his eyes as he thought about Jimmy taking her. The X-men taking her. Talking to her. Or her leaving. Willingly.
"Come here" he demanded suddenly.
Aria got up slowly as she put the book on the chair behind her. She walked over to Victor and stopped only 1 feet away from him.
"Get on your knees".
She never broke eye contact as she slowly moved to do as he said.
He nodded at the hard organ between his legs "You know what to do".
Her hands slowly moved over his dress pants and onto his belt buckle. She looked at him as she bit her lip carefully and undid his pants. He shifted a little to get them off faster. She chuckled. Someone was impatient. One hand grabbed onto his hard member as her other hand slowly stroked his chest.
She kissed the inside of his legs, wetting his skin. Then the other side. She blew cool air onto the wet skin. He groaned in surprise. His back arched and she felt the rumble of his growl.
Her hands grew more bold, wrapping around the hard shaft. He reached for her head and tangled her hair around his claws. His body rocked against her hands. He wanted her closer.
Her mouth moved up over his leg and the flick of her tongue teased his testicles. Victor closed his eyes, torn between letting her continue and demanding her to suck him right now without any more teasing.
Her tongue moved up his shaft and swept around the swollen head as she looked at him with big eyes. She teased him while he groaned and pushed forward, wanting to be inside her mouth. She backed off with a mischievous smile. Victor groaned and relaxed again. She took more of him into her mouth, applying intensifying pleasure as her head moved over him, again and again and again. She could feel the tension growing as her fingers moved downwards to tease his sack. She moved faster, pushing the tension further. Her hands applying slightly more pleasure. She moaned when he was deep in the back of her throat. He arched his back some more, his hands tightening in her hair as he pushed forward and into her sweet mouth. She drove him over the edge with such intensity, his roar of release seemed to last for days.
His head was spinning and his legs were numb.
When he finally opened up his eyes, she was still on her knees in front of him. A slight smile playing on her lips. "I need to clean up" she whispered.
"No" he growled "You're gonna walk over to that couch, bent over, and I'm gonna fuck you into next week frail".
AN: I know this was kind of a filler, I'm working hard on the next chapter, it's not yet finished.
With this chapter I wanted to show that Victor was becoming slightly less selfish. He figures that he's about to grow very old so what's one day in Moscow if it makes her happy right?
