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Chapter 18: Stolen Pleasure

Chapter 18: Stolen Pleasure

Anya’s wrists burned against the silk ropes tying her to the ornate headboard. Her naked body was completely exposed on the luxurious king-sized bed, her full heavy breasts rising and falling rapidly, her thick thighs spread wide by Ivan Orlov’s rough hands. The virus still simmered in her veins, making her skin feverishly hot and sensitive. Every touch felt amplified.

Ivan knelt between her legs, his hard cock pressing against her soaked entrance. He was not as big as Dmitri, but the look in his eyes was pure cruelty mixed with lust.

"Look at you," Ivan groaned, running his hands greedily over her curves. "That bastard Thorn kept this perfect body all to himself. Such fat tits. Such thick thighs. And this dripping little cunt..."

He pushed forward, forcing his cock inside her in one rough thrust. Anya cried out, her back arching sharply. The intrusion felt wrong, violating, but her virus-heightened body betrayed her with unwanted wetness.

"Fuck... you are tight," Ivan growled, starting to thrust into her soaked pussy. "No wonder he is obsessed. This greedy hole is sucking me in."

Anya turned her head away, biting her lip hard to hold back the moans. Tears stung her eyes. "Dmitri will kill you for this..."

Ivan laughed darkly and slammed into her harder, making her heavy breasts bounce. He grabbed one roughly and sucked on her nipple while pounding her pussy.

"Let him try. Right now you are mine, Blood Orchid. And you are going to cum on my cock whether you want to or not."

He fucked her with deep, possessive strokes, his hips slapping against her ass. The wet obscene sounds of his cock slamming into her soaked cunt filled the room. Anya’s body responded despite her hatred. The virus made every thrust feel more intense, more overwhelming.

"No... ahh!" she moaned as he hit a particularly sensitive spot.

Ivan smirked and reached down to rub her swollen clit. "That’s it. Moan for me like the whore you are. Your Thorn trained this pussy so well."

He fucked her faster, gripping her thick thighs and spreading her wider. Anya’s resistance cracked as pleasure built against her will. Her pussy clenched around his cock as an unwanted orgasm approached.

At the same time, in the dark basement below, Dmitri was losing his mind.

The chains around his wrists were reinforced steel, but rage and Anya’s blood gave him inhuman strength. With a savage roar he pulled with everything he had. The metal groaned, then snapped.

He was free.

Blood dripped from his torn wrists but he did not care. He grabbed a guard who came to check the noise and snapped his neck with brutal efficiency. Taking the man’s gun and knife, Dmitri moved like death through the corridors.

Every distant moan he heard from above fueled his fury.

"Anya..." he growled, climbing the stairs silently. "I am coming baby. Hold on."

Back in the bedroom, Ivan had flipped Anya onto her hands and knees. He slammed into her from behind, fucking her like an animal. His hand tangled in her long silver hair, yanking her head back.

"Scream for me," he demanded, pounding her soaked pussy mercilessly. "Tell me how much better my cock feels."

Anya moaned loudly despite herself, her body shaking. The virus made her incredibly sensitive. Every thrust pushed her closer to the edge.

"I hate you," she gasped, even as her pussy clenched around him.

Ivan laughed and slapped her ass hard. "Your cunt says otherwise. So fucking wet. So greedy."

He reached around and rubbed her clit fast while railing her. Anya could not hold back anymore. She came hard with a broken cry, her walls pulsing around Ivan’s cock.

"Good girl," he groaned, fucking her through her orgasm. "Now take my cum."

He buried himself deep and exploded inside her, flooding her pussy with his seed. Anya shuddered in disgust and unwanted pleasure.

Ivan pulled out and admired the sight of his cum leaking from her well-fucked pussy. "Beautiful. But we are not done. The doctors need more samples. And I want to try that pretty mouth next."

He grabbed her hair and pulled her toward his still-hard cock.

Dmitri moved through the upper floors like a ghost. He killed three guards silently before reaching the hallway leading to the main bedroom. He could hear Anya’s moans and Ivan’s filthy words.

Rage like he had never felt before exploded inside him.

He kicked the door open with terrifying force.

Ivan barely had time to turn around before Dmitri put two bullets in his shoulder and one in his thigh. The man collapsed screaming.

Dmitri rushed to Anya, cutting her ropes with his knife and pulling her into his arms. She was naked, covered in sweat and cum, but alive.

"I have you malishka," he whispered fiercely, kissing her deeply. "I am so sorry."

Anya clung to him sobbing. "He... he touched me..."

Dmitri’s eyes turned murderous. He looked at Ivan bleeding on the floor and raised his gun.

But before he could finish him, alarms started blaring throughout the entire dacha. Ivan laughed weakly through the pain.

"You fool... this whole place is rigged. My men are already coming. And the virus in her is reaching its final stage. Without the real cure she will die in hours."

Dmitri grabbed Ivan by the throat. "Where is it?"

Ivan smiled with bloody teeth. "Elena has it. But she is gone. My men took her during the chaos. You will never find her in time."

Dmitri snapped Ivan’s neck with a brutal twist.

He quickly wrapped Anya in a blanket and carried her out. Gunfire erupted as Orlov’s men swarmed the building. Dmitri fought like a demon, shooting and stabbing while carrying Anya protectively.

They barely made it to the convoy. His remaining men covered their escape as the dacha exploded behind them.

Back in the armored vehicle, Dmitri held Anya close. She was getting weaker again. The fever was returning stronger than before.

"I need the cure," he said desperately, stroking her silver hair. "Elena is the key."

One of his lieutenants spoke from the front seat. "Pakhan... we just received a message. The Orlovs sent Elena to a secret location. But they are willing to trade her for something."

"What?" Dmitri asked coldly.

"They want Anya. They say she belongs to them now. One final trade. Anya for Elena and the cure."

Anya looked up at Dmitri with tired crimson eyes. "Do not... do not give me to them."

Dmitri held her tighter, his cock already hardening against her body despite everything. Even in crisis he needed her.

"I will never give you up," he vowed, sliding his hand between her thighs and pushing two fingers into her cum-filled pussy. "But I will get Elena and the cure. And then I will destroy every last Orlov."

As the convoy raced through the night, Anya moaned softly while Dmitri fingered her gently, trying to keep her conscious with pleasure.

But deep in the shadows of Moscow, the Orlov family was preparing their final move.

They had no intention of trading fairly.

And the virus inside Anya had just entered its most dangerous phase.