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Chapter 11: Blood Traitors

Chapter 11: Blood Traitors

Anya lay curled against Dmitri’s powerful chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. The master bedroom still smelled of smoke, sex, and gunpowder. Her body ached in the most delicious way, every bite mark and bruise a reminder of how desperately he had claimed her after the attack. His thick cock rested heavy against her thigh, still half-hard even after filling her twice more.

But sleep would not come.

The news of the betrayal kept replaying in her mind. Someone inside Dmitri’s own organization had helped Viktor steal her blood samples. That meant the danger was not outside anymore. It was already inside these walls.

Dmitri’s large hand stroked slowly down her bare back, cupping her full ass possessively. "You are thinking too much, little orchid," he murmured, voice low and rough. "I can feel it."

Anya tilted her head up to meet his silver eyes. "They have my blood now. What if they figure out how to make Krov permanent without me? What if they come back stronger?"

Dmitri’s expression darkened. He rolled her onto her back and settled between her thick thighs, his massive body covering hers completely. His cock hardened instantly against her soaked pussy.

"Let them try," he growled, dragging the thick head of his cock through her slick folds. "No one else gets to taste you. No one else gets to feel this greedy little cunt squeezing them. You belong to me."

He pushed inside her slowly, inch by inch, stretching her beautifully. Anya moaned softly, her nails digging into his broad shoulders. Even after everything they had done tonight, she still craved him.

"Dmitri..." she gasped as he bottomed out.

"That’s right, baby. Say my name while I fuck the fear out of you."

He started moving with deep, possessive strokes. Not fast and brutal this time, but slow and intense, making her feel every thick inch. Anya wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. Her heavy breasts pressed against his tattooed chest as he rocked into her.

"Fuck, you feel so good," he groaned against her neck. "So wet and tight. This pussy was made for my cock."

Anya arched into him, losing herself in the pleasure. Dmitri reached between them and rubbed her swollen clit in perfect circles while thrusting deeper. The wet sounds of their bodies filled the room again.

She came first, crying out his name as her walls fluttered around him. Dmitri followed soon after, burying himself to the hilt and flooding her with another hot load of cum.

He stayed inside her, holding her close. "I will find the traitor," he promised darkly. "And when I do, I will make him watch while I drink from you and fuck you right in front of him."

Anya shivered at his words, but the dark promise only made her pussy clench around him again.

The next morning Dmitri was already up and dressed in a crisp black suit when Anya woke. He looked every bit the ruthless Pakhan again. But when his eyes landed on her naked body tangled in the sheets, hunger flashed across his face.

"Come here," he commanded softly.

Anya crawled to the edge of the bed. Dmitri pulled her into his lap, spreading her thighs so she straddled him. He freed his cock and guided her down onto it, filling her completely in one smooth motion.

"Ride me while I make calls," he ordered, voice thick with lust.

Anya moaned and started moving her hips, sliding up and down his thick shaft. Dmitri kept one hand on her ass guiding her while he spoke on the phone in sharp Russian, giving orders to hunt down the traitor. Every time she sank down fully he would thrust up to meet her, making her bite her lip to stay quiet.

By the time he finished the call Anya was riding him harder, her heavy tits bouncing in his face. Dmitri sucked one stiff nipple into his mouth while gripping her hips and fucking up into her.

"Cum for me, malishka," he growled.

She shattered around him, moaning loudly. Dmitri groaned and filled her again, holding her tight as he came.

After cleaning up, Dmitri took her down to his secure office. He kept her close the entire day. Sometimes on his lap with his cock buried inside her while he worked. Sometimes bent over his desk getting fucked from behind while he reviewed security footage.

By afternoon they had identified three possible traitors. Dmitri sent his most loyal men to bring them in for questioning.

While they waited for results, Dmitri pulled Anya into the private bathroom attached to his office. He bent her over the marble counter and fucked her hard and fast, watching her face in the mirror.

"Look at yourself," he rasped, pounding into her soaked pussy. "Look how well you take my cock. Such a perfect little blood whore."

Anya moaned loudly, pushing back against him. The sight of her silver hair messy, her crimson eyes glazed with pleasure, and Dmitri’s powerful body behind her drove her wild. She came hard, screaming his name. Dmitri followed, filling her once more.

As evening approached, the prisoners arrived. Dmitri left Anya in the office with strict orders to stay put, but curiosity and fear got the better of her. She crept toward the interrogation room and listened from the shadows.

One of the men broke quickly.

"It was Sergei," he gasped. "He made a deal with Viktor. They promised him power and a share of the permanent Krov formula."

Dmitri’s voice turned ice cold. "Where is Sergei now?"

"He... he escaped during the attack. He took extra blood samples with him."

Rage flashed across Dmitri’s face. He ended the interrogation brutally and stormed back toward the office. When he found Anya standing there, he did not scold her. Instead he grabbed her and kissed her fiercely, lifting her onto the desk.

"I need you," he growled, tearing open his pants.

He fucked her right there on the desk, hard and desperate. Anya wrapped her arms around his neck moaning into his mouth as he slammed into her again and again.

After they both came, Dmitri held her close.

"Sergei will pay," he vowed. "But Viktor now has enough of your blood to start producing enhanced soldiers. This war is about to get much bloodier."

Anya traced her fingers over his jaw. "What are we going to do?"

Dmitri’s silver eyes burned with dark determination. "We fight. And I keep you right by my side where I can protect you and fuck you whenever I need to remind myself you are mine."

He carried her back to the bedroom and spent the next several hours worshipping her body. He ate her pussy until she squirted on his tongue. He made her ride his face. He fucked her in every position he could think of, drinking small amounts of her blood each time to fuel his strength and obsession.

Late into the night, as Anya lay exhausted and thoroughly satisfied in his arms, Dmitri’s phone rang again.

He answered it on speaker.

The voice on the other end was one of his spies.

"Pakhan... we found Sergei. But there is a problem. He is already working with Viktor and they have started testing the new version of Krov using Anya’s blood. Early results show it is working. They are creating an army."

Dmitri’s body tensed beside her.

"And there is something else," the spy continued. "Viktor sent a message. He says if you do not hand over the Blood Orchid within forty-eight hours, he will start hunting down everyone you care about... and he will make sure the entire Bratva knows exactly what her blood can do."

Anya’s blood ran cold.

Dmitri ended the call and pulled her tighter against him, his cock already hardening again between her thighs.

"They will never have you," he whispered darkly, sliding back inside her wet heat. "I will burn this city to the ground first."

But as he started fucking her again with slow, deep strokes, Anya could not shake the terrifying thought that Viktor now had the power to challenge even The Thorn.

And somewhere in the shadows of Moscow, Viktor Kuznetsov smiled as he watched his new enhanced soldiers training with unnatural strength and speed.

The real war was only just beginning.