Devil's vow

Chapter 23: Nemisis: Wrath

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Russia

It was a pitch black night, the luminescence of moon and stars was absent with thunder clouds

surrounding the Tartarus sub-headquarters of Russia reassembling the night of the crowning for Ajax

as the Devil of Underworld- a place of blood thirst, misery and torments.

Entering the office of Julian Romanov brought his childhood memories back like a flash of time. He was

reminiscing those days when he used to be innocent and curious- the big green eyed child with no

malice, the same greens which now haunted people in their nightmares.

Alaina moved to sit beside him when he pulled her on his lap, the Russian heiress opened her mouth to

argue but seeing him so lost nestled close to him, her head on his chest, her strawberry fragrance

calming him.

She had always seen him calculating and scrutinizing things but this time his crystal eyes seem to sing

a foreign tale of cruelty and hardships bestowed upon him.

He closed his eyes and grabbed the office desk tightly instead of her, the glass sides digging into his

palm but physical pain was nothing compared to the pain he lived his entire life and he didn't wanted to

bring the same pain to her life.

The veil was removed and soon a feather light kiss was placed upon corner of his lips being traced to

another corner while trailing his chin, his hold seemed to loosen.

Alaina reached for his hands, lifting it up, kissing the palm softly, his wrist then his knuckles, his fingers-

one by one, placing his arms on her waist.

"To uncover my veil is a dangerous thing, isn't it?" It was her first time initiating a move on him, but he

needed to let out his anger or it would burn him and in turn it would incinerate her.

If he was fire, she would be his ashes.

"If anybody would have heard me introducing myself as Alaina Strom....it would have been a war...they

would have killed m-"

A growl escaped from deep inside his chest as he stopped her talking by colliding his lips with hers, it

wasn't an innocent kiss, fire danced as his lips left a wet fire across hers, his tongue entered her

mouth, exploring her making her moan, her own tongue stopping him from establishing total dominance

to which his hands travelled down her waist to her thighs, touching and digging his fingers on the bare

flesh available through the parted gown.

His hands travelled higher to her upper thighs making her gasp giving him enough time to manifest

complete dominance.

Nobody would touch her....he was a sinner, she was his sin. He was a mortal, she was the nector he

was searching for, if he was dying then she was his last breath.

She straddled him, her hands untying his tie and throwing it on the desk, his aggressive passion was a

whirpool of burning lava, his anger and compassion danced together.

She broke the kiss to which he rested his head back at the throne chair giving her control, he needed to

see his treasure's power, he wanted her to control him to guide him.

She bit his neck softly licking the skin, leaving hot, wet kisses on his neck ,tugging his smooth black

hair, moaning as she tasted the chocolate essence on his skin, she wanted to devour him which he

appreciated by a throaty groan.

Opening the top three buttons of his shirt, she left open-mouthed wet kisses on his chest-

His ears perked up, her gown was the first thing he fixed, followed by her veil. Looking her once from

top to bottom he gave her a small kiss to which she gave him a confused look.

She sat on the chair beside him as soon as the intruder entered the office, none other than the

American Don himself- Julian Romanov.

"What did you wanted to talk?" his eyes remained void of all emotions other than anger when he looked

at the girl sitting beside his nephew.

He took a seat at the chair in front ,ignoring the fact that his newphew was acquiring the throne right

now- his throne.

"I want you to help me to kill my archnemisis- our nemisis, I want you to kill the person who destroyed

my family, I want Valace Storm's head"

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Storm Palace

Russia

Cally's pov

"Dad- " I began with a trembling voice on my phone .I was seated in my bedroom with me on my bed

and Ryan on the couch examining my each and every move.

"Not now Cally -" he said with a tired voice ready to cut me off.

"Ajax Waylon is here" a sharp intake of breath was followed by a deafening silence.

"H-How do you know?" His sharp voice was on full alert, now sounding all rejuvenated as a bucket of

ice cold water was poured upon him.

"I want you to talk to someone." My voice was on the verge of cracking, I was afraid.

"Mr Strom, greetings. I am Ryan you daughter's boyfriend and......Ajax head bodyguard." his voice

came out stiff without a wavering syllable.

"Listen there boy, if you touched my daughter I will have your head, will search for your family and rip

them off to shreds." My father's thunderous voice bellowed from the phone.

"I will not be your first time, right Mr Strom?"