Hey lovelies! Finally a chapter. I am so sorry for the late update. I have been swamp with exams and assignments. And being sick for like a week. Anyways, I am back now and will update more frequently. 

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Song: Halo (very fitting for Lyov and Maria)

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Lyov

I hated the way she casted her eyes away. I hated how she suddenly closed off, as if finally realizing what happened between us.

I didn't want her ashamed. That was the last thing I wanted and being the fucker I was, that was the only thing I accomplished.

What did I expect? Fuck her pretty fuckable mouth like a starved beast and expect her to fall right into my lap?

And in a place like this? Where other women and men screams could be heard?

The look in her eyes glassed over and I just knew, she wasn't with me anymore.

The moment between us was broken.

She looked down, focusing on something else except my face. I quickly fastened my pants again before touching her chin in an attempt to bring her pretty blue eyes on me again.

"Look at me," I ordered, my voice still a little gruff from my recent orgasm.

Her eyes snapped up and I almost smiled. The effect I had on her was undeniable.

I had her in the palms of my hand, no matter how much she fought it.

"Why did your eyes suddenly turn empty, pretty Angel?" My question was a whisper, only for her ears.

A small widening of her eyes told me that my words hit her right where I needed them to hit. Her tattered heart.

But her lips refused to move, refused to answer me. She refused to give me her angelic voice and it just made me want it more.

I wanted this forbidden moment.

"Are you refusing to answer me?" I questioned slowly, using my Master's voice.

She was in fact forbidden to speak to me unless Valentin gave her permission. But then again, I was also a Master. The owner of this fucked up cartel. It didn't matter what Valentin's rules were.

My power was greater than his.

And I would use them, however I wanted, to have this Angel.

Even if it was fucked up...even if I was pushing for something so wrong, it felt right.

By the end of the night, I would own her. Mind, body and soul.

No one else would say otherwise. Not even her. It wasn't her choice. Not anymore.

"Then answer me," I demanded again.

When she only stared at me, blinking slowly, her face a little flushed, I asked again.

No answer.

I wondered if she was scared. Of me?

My heart tightened a little bit at the thought. Unlike the others, I didn't want her fear. I didn't want her tears or screams of pain.

I wanted her moans of pleasure as I fucked her with my tongue. My fingers. And maybe if she was a good girl, I'd give her my cock.

I wanted her voice...her lips turned up in smile. How would her laugh sound?

"I want to hear that beautiful voice again."

Were my words making any difference or was she too far gone? She didn't look like the other women here. The way she had look at me, I saw that her resolves were not fully broken yet.

Valentin Solonik hadn't clipped her wings yet. No matter what he believed, if she had the freedom, she would fly. She would soar higher into the sky if only she could.

They taught her that she was nothing. But I wanted to prove her wrong. I wanted to show her the beauty of intimacy. The pleasure of a man and woman mating.

I wanted to give her warmth.

I wanted to make her feel.

Her thoughts only of me. Her lips wording my name. Her heart beating with the need to please me. And in return, I would give her whatever she wanted.

Give and take. A balance of power.

It was a quick thought, a brisk yearning, my cold heart opening just a little to make place for hers.

She had me captured, my attention all on her. The Angel holding the Devil in chains.

She was the captor. I was the captive.

She was the Master. And I was slave to her warm blue eyes that held so much pain.

I saw her lips moving, but no words could be heard. My lips turned up in a small smirk, knowing that I had finally broken through the barrier.

She wanted to speak. For me.

I waited as she tried again but it was too late.

Our moment was broken by a third voice. One that I wanted to forever cut off. If I ripped his tongue out, then he wouldn't make any sound.

"I see my slave has serve you well."

Only sad part was that I couldn't do it. Not yet anyways.

He was too much of a big asset to my business to kill him off.

After all, everything was business. Everything was a game to play.

And I needed to play this game carefully so that the final move was mine.

I looked down at my slave to see her eyes closed, a look of regret washing across her face. I knew if her eyes were opened, I would see the pain there.

She was just as heartbroken that our moment had vanished.

I mentally huffed. Not so fast, little Angel. Our moment would never be broken, not until I decided so.

Releasing her chin, I saw her shoulders slumped down. Ah, I got a demanding slave on my hand.

It appeared she didn't like when I was not touching her.

Don't worry, Angel. I don't like it when I'm not touching you either.

My palm cradled the back of her head and I pressed down until her cheek was lying on my thigh. She let out the tiniest sigh that anyone would have missed. But I didn't.

I felt everything from her. The slight shiver. The small sigh. And I didn't miss the small tilt of her lips.

Her body was cradled between my legs as I stroke her neck and then her cheek. She sighed again and I felt her body going limp, relaxing against my touch.

She gave me the one thing everyone else wanted but couldn't have.

Her submission.

And it was now more potent than ever. It had been fought for and I won. Fair and square.

"You sent her to me?" I asked quietly so not to disturb her.

My eyes made contact with Solonik's waiting for his answer. He nodded with a dirty smirk, like he won something.

He moved forward, coming closer to my Angel. His foot lifted up as if to touch her but I swiftly moved, so that her body was safely hidden in my embrace.

The tip of his shoe made contact with my leg instead and I watched his eyes widen in surprise.

He stepped back, an eyebrow raised in question. "Yeah I sent her to you. I thought maybe you need some relaxing. But unfortunately for my slave here, she broke my rule."

He tsked in fake disappointment but I could tell that her breaking the rules had gotten him excited. What a sick fucker.

"What rule?" I demanded, getting angrier with each passing second.

He wasn't laying a hand on her. If he as much as dared to do so, he would have no fucking hands by the end of the night.

Unfortunately for him, I always kept my promises.

"She was ordered to come to me with her mouth full of your come. I see that's not the case anymore," he drawled lazily.

My throat worked up as I tried to stay seated. The fury built inside of me, same with disgust as I fought against the urge to puke all over his expensive shoes and suit.

"You know what happens when a slave disobeys. She will need to be punished. And what a great night to punish her. We have everyone present. May this be a lesson learnt for all the other slaves," he continued slowly, watching for my reaction.

And I gave him one.

"No," I said firmly, stopping his tirade of useless words.

He sputtered, his eyes moving back and forth between her and I. "What do you mean?" Solonik hissed, his face turning a deep shade of red. "She is mine! I can do whatever I want with her."

"No, she isn't," I replied calmly while he completely lost it.

His lips curled in distaste. "Are you fucking serious right now? Lyov, she sucked your dick. That's all. Don't act like she is carrying your fucking child."

"She is not yours. Not anymore," I continued over him.

She was never yours to begin with.

"Like hell! I own her," he bellowed.

My eyes moved back to my Angel only to see that her eyes were closed, like she had fallen asleep. Good. I didn't want her to witness this.

I stared up again and everyone's attention was now on us. Well, it's about to get nasty for Solonik.

"I'm buying her."

My voice was loud and uttered clear for everyone to see. There were gasps and mumbling around the crowd.

For years, this business had been operated and I had never touched a slave, let alone buy one.

But there is always a first of everything.

All I knew was that I wasn't leaving The Royalists without my blue-eyed Angel.

"No. I'm not selling her," Solonik said, his fingers curling into fists.

My fingers continued to caress her hair as I regarded Solonik. He looked like a man possessed.

Too bad for him, I was a man's worst nightmare. If I wanted something, I'd take. And I wanted her.

"Too bad. I am buying her. Let's do this the easy way. Either I walk out of here with her and you win a couple of millions, or we solve this the harder way. And trust me, Solonik you don't want to chose the second choice," I spoke low but just loud enough for everyone to hear.

He had the ultimatum. And it was his choice. But whatever happened, I was walking away as the winner.

"I am walking out of here with her. Either you get the money or you become a poor man over night. Choose wisely. I am being very generous here."

"Solonik, you don't want to test Ivanshov," Gavrikov called out, laughing quietly. "Tonight, is not the night. Give him the girl and let him make you a rich man. What more do you want?"

Behind Solonik's back, he nodded, letting me know that I had his support.

"It's not an easy buy, Lyov. She is my most prized possession. You do realize what you are asking me to give up, right?" he hissed, looking down at my Angel.

I wanted to gauge his eyes out for even looking at her.

Not giving him an answer, I only leveled him with a glare. He released a long breath before tugging at his tie. "She costs a lot. You won't be able to afford her. Not in one night."

Nice try, bastard.

I raised an eyebrow, while chuckling quietly. "I am sure I can afford whatever price. You seem to forget who owns this place, Solonik."

He stayed quiet, looking at me with hateful eyes. I stared back, with much more loathing in mine.

"How much? 1 million? 1.5? That's more than anyone would give you," I bargained.

All I wanted was to get the fuck out of his place. Yet here I was, bargaining the price of my Angel.

But she was priceless.

Only I knew that. Everyone else thought she was an object to be bought.

But I saw her with wings, flying... laughing.

Loving me.

My eyes widened at the thought, my breath stuck in my throat.

No. What the fuck, Lyov?

Keep her. Fuck her. Give her what she wants. But never love her.

I couldn't love or be loved.

A cough brought me back to the present. Solonik smirked and then laughed. "You got yourself a good one, Lyov."

My brows furrowed in confusion as I waited for him to elaborate.

"She is a virgin."

The world stilled. Everything halted to a slow pace and every noise faded away.

I could only hear the sound of my breathing and the roar of my blood rushing through my ears.

My eyes were drawn to her as she used me for her comfort. My fingers were still stroking her cheeks, Solonik's voice still vibrating through my ears.

She is a virgin.

Impossible! How could she be a virgin? In a place like this?

The first thing she would have lost when she came into a place like this would be her virginity. Then her dignity. And lastly her mind.

I looked back at Solonik and I just knew.... he wasn't lying. He wouldn't lie about this.

Remembering the shy look, the innocence in her gaze, I realized that my little Angel was untouched in places that only I would touch now.

Mine!

My heart was surprisingly at a steady pace but every instinct in me was roaring for her.

Territorial.

Possessive.

All fucking mine!

The need to claim her hit me harder than before. The beast within me yowled with possessiveness.

The realization had lust, intensity and every other fucked up emotions coming to the surface.

I welcomed them, embraced them.

Just like I was going to embrace her.

I swallowed past the lump in my throat, finally finding my voice again.

"How much?" I asked simply, desperate to get this over with.

"2 million," he said loudly.

Everyone silent down at the price. Not even a virgin cost that much. Solonik was pushing it, hoping I would say no.

The maximum price for a virgin was 1.5. And not a lot even went for that price.

2 million...It was out of question.

Solonik knew that. He smirked triumphally, crossing his arms.

What he didn't realize was that whatever price he would have laid on the table, I would say yes.

She was mine.

And God forbid, anyone who refused me...they wouldn't like the consequences.

"Fine," I said.

He lost his smile, his arms falling to his side. "What?" he sputtered.

Isaak hid a laugh behind his fist while Agron and Gavrikov snickered.

"Nice one, Lyov!" Agron called out, winking.

"But I want to check for myself." Turning towards the blue-eyed Angel, I gripped the back of her neck.

A possessive hold to show her exactly who was in control. Not her. Not any of those disgusting bastards staring at her naked body like it was theirs to look at. And sure as hell not Solonik.

"Go the bedroom. I want you on the bed, waiting for me."

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Well dayum Lyov!

We got ourself another love-sick puppy. How was it, lovelies?

To be honest, I wrote it very fast. After taking a few weeks break, it was kind of hard coming back and writing again. So, this chapter might not be the best.

Next chapter is going to be...interesting. And I am hoping for it to be actually very soon. Maybe sometimes this week. Hopefully. Let's see how that goes.

With that said, what do you think will happen now? Lyov is obviously going to buy her...but emm not before he checks her virginity. OUUHHH BOY! So, expect a heated scene next chapter!

Until next time,

Lots of love, Lylah xoxo