Okay guys...here you go. The official first chapter of HIS ANGEL. This is the short story of Maria and Lyov. Very different from Aylessio's. But I hope you guys love it just as much.

Fair warning though. This story touches on really sensitive topics. Including this chapter. Human Trafficking is a big part. The line between what is right and wrong is blurred. Please keep reading at your own caution. Recommended to 18+ due to very mature content.  

This is their story, without any apology. It is not perfect. But to them, while it lasted, it was perfect...blissfully perfect. 

With that said, happy reading and enjoy. 

lots of love, 

Lylah xoxo

*NOT EDITED*

Poster by the amazing vivvistory you already know how much I love it and you.

(THE REST OF THE BOOK HAS BEEN TAKEN DOWN FOR PUBLISHING PURPOSES. THIS IS ONLY A PREVIEW. ONLY 4 CHAPTERS ARE AVAILABLE. THANK YOU)
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Lyov

The gun went off, loud in the silent night. His screams were heard as another gunshot was sounded. Blood seeped on the cold hard ground as he writhed in pain.

"You are really stupid if you thought you would make it out alive," Isaak growled behind me. I chuckled because my bleeding captive really was stupid.

"Please..." he begged for his life.

I tsked at the coward...and thief. Stealing more than ten of thousands of dollars from me would only lead to one end.

And his end would ultimately be death.

I squatted down beside him, tapping his head with the back of my gun. He stared at me with wide frightened eyes. Poor thing. I wondered if my cold heart felt bad for this bastard's ugly demise.

Cocking my head to the side, I thought. Do you feel bad?

Ha. F*ck no.

I was enjoying his f*cking pain. Best thing happening after a shitty day. Maybe I could sleep better tonight.

"I don't know if you are lucky or unlucky that I caught you in Russia. Did you think Solonik would help you escape?" I asked, pressing the barrel harder into his temple.

He winced and shook his head. Well, tried to shake his head. I had him pinned against the hard ground. He couldn't move even if he tried.

"I'll go for unlucky then. Because I can kill you, have your blood splattered all over the ground and wall. And nobody would care. Nobody would bat an eye," I hissed in his ear.

I huffed at the thought. What a f*cking stupid little thief.

My eyes followed his twitching legs, where the two bullets had pierced the skin. I was tempted to torture him some more. Unfortunately, I had a meeting to go to. Something more important at the moment.

"I'll let you go this time," I said with a shrug. Standing up, I nodded at the end of the alley. "Go on, now. Run before I change my mind."

Just like expected...he did.

He limped towards the end of the dark alley, his useless legs dragging behind him. I could almost smell his fear from where I was standing.

So pathetic.

I glanced at Isaak who was leaning against the wall, a cigarette between his lips. He smirked and shook his head in amusement. I smiled too because the best part was finally here.

Raising my gun, I pointed at the back of the boy's head, my sight secured on the spot. He didn't notice the gun. He didn't see his death coming.

Only because he was desperate to live – to escape.

Too bad for him.

My finger latched against the trigger and I pulled it without a second thought. He dropped to the floor soundlessly, his body unmoving.

I walked over to where his dead body laid and kicked his feet. Nothing. His face was turned towards me, his eyes still opened, looking at me lifelessly.

The fear in them was still there. I could also see the shock, the way his pupils were wider than before.

His mouth was open where trickle of blood dripped past his lips. Shaking my head, I turned away from the man. Isaak pushed away from the wall, coming towards me.

"I am surprised how they always fall for that line," he said mockingly, staring at the unmoving body. "Can't decide if they are either cowards or just plain stupid."

"I would go with stupid." I stuck my gun back inside my waistband and pulling my suit jacket over it.

Isaak scoffed before calling for clean-up. He rattled the address quickly before cutting the call off. "They'll be here in 5."

We walked back to the black Mercedes-Benz, its windows also tinted black. Absolutely nothing could be seen from the outside. It was also bullet proof. Pretty useful when you got enemies on your case everyday.

"To the Royalist," I snapped as I got into the car. With Isaak at the front, the driver drove away without a single word. The drive wasn't long, the club just a few blocks away.

When the car stopped and my door was opened, I stepped out into the fresh air. The dark cold night masked our faces as we entered through the big doors of The Royalist.

At the door, the guard nodded his head and slightly bowed in respect. It was something given to me freely, without even asking.

The knew exactly how to greet a Boss. As he straightened, his eyes glanced around us, making sure that we weren't followed.

I walked inside with Isaak following closely behind. Several guards were stationed in the entrance hall. All of them nodded in my direction as I walked by.

After walking through halls lighted by some really f*cking expensive crystal chandeliers, we finally stopped in front another door.

I raised an eyebrow at the guard, waiting for him to open the door. He swallowed nervously, rubbing the back of his neck.

He was obviously new.

"Is it only you?" he said in Russian, nodding behind me at Isaak. "And him?"

I glared and then snapped, "Yes. Do I need a f*cking permission before entering my own club?"

His eyes widened, his feet taking him a step back. "Mr.Ivanshov?" he stuttered.

"The one and only," I growled, taking a menacing step forward.

He shook his head fervently. "I'm sorry, Boss. I..."

With a flick of my wrist, I shut him up. His mouth closed quickly, his jaw almost snapping. His body trembled slightly as he opened the door. I could see trepidation on his forehead as he realized who he actually was talking to.

Did Solonik really hire this boy? Stupid f*cking ass.

As soon as I walked through the door, warmth filled my body. The room wasn't chilling like the halls. No, it was warmed by the large fireplace and even the heater.

The large banquet hall was designed for royalty. Couches, chair and tables were around the room. The middle was empty, a huge gap. A biggest chandelier hung up in the middle of the ceiling, making the entire room glow.

The men talked and laughed amongst themselves, flute of wine in their hands, expensive black suits donning their bodies. Very similar to mine.

Without a second glance, someone could tell that these men were the filthy wealthiest ones. And I was amongst them.

Not just part of them...I was the f*cking Boss. The Godfather.

Everyone's attention was drawn to me as I walked further into the room. Valentin Solonik came forward with a huge smirk.

"Lyov, finally!" he said loudly, clasping me on the back.

Instead of speaking his mother tongue, he spoke English. So, that everyone in the room could understand. We were a mix of Mexican, Russians, Japanese and American.

"I almost thought you weren't coming," he continued in the same thick English accent. He tried hard but his Russian accent was still present.

"And miss the event of the year? I don't think so," I replied drily. Unlike Valentin, my English accent was perfect. While Solonik took care of the business in Russia, my base was in States.

Valentin nodded, handing me a glass of wine. "Enjoy the evening then," he said with a wink, before sauntering back to the guest he was attending.

I took my seat on one of the couches, facing the middle of the room. Isaak sat down beside me, finishing his glass in two large gulps. "I'm going to need more than one glass if we have to go through the night," he muttered.

I huffed, taking a sip at the probably very expensive wine. I would have chosen vodka or whiskey but these were the nights where we turn classy. Or we tried to.

It was all about the appearances. Because at the end of the night, most of us would be walking away with a couple of millions in our pockets, while others with the goods in our arms.

My eyes flitted over to the door across of me. It was closed...for now. Glancing at the clock, I saw that it was close to midnight.

A few more minutes and those doors would open. That was when the fun began.

"Gentlemen, Welcome. The evening is about to start. I am honored to have all of you here. Tonight, surprisingly is hosted by me," Solonik said with a small laugh.

Each year this event is hosted by different group. This year it was Solonik's turn. I had never hosted it before. And never f*cking would.

I was snapped back into the present when the door opened. There was utter silence for a moment and then the murmurs started.

Men laughed, some snickered, others smirked at the sight in front of her.

The Royalist wasn't just any type of club. Not anyone could just get in.

Only because it wasn't even a club.

More like a ring. A human trafficking ring. The most well known and successful sex and slave cartel ever established.

One that nobody could bring down even if they tried.

Many did try. But only their dead bodies made it back home.

Removing my eyes from the men around the room, I glanced at the door. My gaze found the women piling in.

I counted in my head. Twenty-five in total. The women or girls, most of the them were young. Anywhere between 16 to 20.

All of them were naked, their body full on display, stripped bare of their dignity. They had nothing left.

Only a black lace mask adorned their faces, their hairs were down, falling behind their back as they entered the room.

All twenty-five of them stood in the middle of the room, their back straightened in a rigid posture.

Solonik clapped his hands and they fell to their knees, almost instantly, a mere puppet to this game.

They knelt to the floor, their arms stretching out in front of them with their palms on the cold hard ground. They arched their back as they pushed their asses up in the air, in total surrender.

"The slaves have joined us, so our evening begins here. We have a wide collection. Different colour and sizes," Solonik introduced.

He walked to the first girl, his shoe touching her bare ass in a softest touch. She didn't dare to move or even flinch. She stayed completely immobile, like a frozen statue. "The finest ass and p*ssy you will see and ever find. All of them well trained. You can sample some of them before the bidding starts."

This was where our money came from. Our largest revenue. We could make up to more than 10 million dollars in one night. The exchange so fast – in a blink of an eye.

Buy and sell. Use and then discard.

That was what happened during those trafficking nights.

The slaves would do anything at our bidding. We were the Masters. They were the pets. Plain and simple.

"Enjoy the night," Solonik finished with a slight bow to his guest. Turning his head towards me, he nodded and walked back to his chair.

That was when I noticed the single girl, kneeling at his chair in the same position as the others. Only difference was that she wasn't with the rest of the slaves. She was with him.

"Are you bidding tonight?" Gavrikov asked, coming to stand beside me. He was another Boss, part of Bratva. Someone else I trusted with my life.

"You know damn well I don't. I am here to watch and make sure everything stays under control," I hissed.

"Just asking, man. You attend these events every year, yet you leave without a single bid. Nobody questions you because you are The Boss. But be careful. You don't know when the snake strikes," he replied back, tipping his glass against mine before leaving.

My gaze moved back to the girl beside Solonik. I couldn't see her face. Her cheek was pressed against the marble floor, her dark hair cascading around her shoulders and face.

For a brief moment, I wondered what she looked like. All the other slaves have stood up and were paraded around for the salivating men.

But she... she stayed kneeling and hidden. It tempted me more to get a closer look.

Finishing my wine, I placed the glass on the table before standing up. A woman came in front of me, her head bowed down. She started to kneel at my feet but I quickly stepped away, pushing her towards Isaak.

He grunted in annoyance but caught the girl nonetheless.

I walked over to Solonik, who's eyes were trained on me. His fingers wrapped around the girl's neck in a possessive hold. I huffed, fighting the urge to roll my eyes at his weak show of possession.

You could possess someone without even touching them...they could be yours with a single gaze. You did not have to have a hold on them to show your ownership.

As I got closer, he cocked his head to the side in question. I nodded towards the kneeling slave. "She is not up for bidding?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

Solonik chuckled. "Not now. She will be last. But not for sale. She is only available for the night. Under some strict rules."

"She is yours?"

"For now. Until I can get the highest buyer. For now, I'll just enjoy her until I decide otherwise," he muttered drily, his fingers trailing down her spine.

She stayed unmoving, which only made me step closer. I wanted to see a reaction from her. Anything...just a small glimpse. Not a frozen statue.

"Are you bidding tonight?" Solonik asked, crossing his ankles. He lounged back against the couch, tugging at his tie.

"No," I snapped back.

Yes.

F*ck! Frustrated at the sudden thought, I raked my fingers through my hair. I tried to suppress the growl that threatened to escape.

My gaze slithered back to the girl. Solonik noticed and he smirked.

"You are boring, Lyov. Enjoy the night for once. There are plenty of samples for you to choose from," he said, waving his hand around the room.

I followed his movement, my eyes finding all twenty-five girls. But none of them had my attention.

Not like the tempting vixen, kneeling beside my feet.

When I didn't answer, Solonik sighed, looking like he was deep in thoughts.

"I will let you borrow my slave. One blowjob. She gives the best ones," he finally stated, nodding towards the girl.

My eyes widened and I raised a questioning eyebrow. He shrugged, lacing his fingers behind his neck. "Sharing is caring, Lyov."

My eyes burnt into her skin as I contemplated Solonik's proposal. My c*ck hardened at the thought of her taking it deep down her throat, sucking me dry.

With her ass in the air, I thought of f*cking her in this position. Perfect posture to take me deep inside her c*nt. I adjusted my c*ck in my pants and licked my lips.

"Is there a deal?" Solonik asked, snapping me out of my sweet filthy thoughts.

It would be so easy to say yes. Just take her, use her...My c*ck welcomed the thought but my stupid brain fought against it.

I did not touch the slaves. That was my number one rule.

I did not f*ck them. Number two rule.

Do not touch the slaves. Third rule

Do not f*cking touch the slaves. Fourth rule.

These type of event, no matter how f*cking tempting they could be, made my stomach churn. It was dirty, depraved and utterly disgusting.

I might have been a part of the human trafficking ring. I might have been the watcher...to make sure everything went smoothly. But I had never participated before.

I had never taken a woman against her will.

Did that make me a better person? F*ck no. Just because I didn't touch them, it did not make me better. I was far from better.

I was their f*cking worst nightmare. The Devil in disguise.

I just had my rules to keep myself in line.

"No. There is no deal," I said stiffly. Removing my eyes from the naked girl, I walked away.

It was hard when all I wanted to do was throw her body on the ground and take her right there, let everyone watch her scream in ecstasy with my come dripping from her wet p*ssy.

I made my way back to the couch to see Isaak missing, only to find him a few feet away speaking quietly with Gavrikov. There was a slave kneeling at his feet, his hand softly caressing her hair.

He always had a soft spot for the slaves. Isaak hated these events, more than I did. But he had no choice but to play along, another Master in the game. And he played it well.

I sat back on the couch, my legs stretching out in front of me. My head hung back as I stared at the ceiling, waiting for this long f*cking night to be over.

My eyes closed, blocking away the screams of the slaves as they are whipped and f*cked raw. The shout of pleasure as the men came. The slapping of skins against each other as they f*cked the girls into submission.

This was going to be a looong night. Just what I needed.

Where is my bed? And a bottle of vodka?

Yeah...back in my hotel.

I rubbed my forehead tiredly, tugging at the tie in frustration. Another scream sounded against the walls, this one filled with so much pain.

It was always pain.

No pleasure for the slaves. Very few had the chance of experiencing an orgasm. Only if the Masters were generous and liked the p*ssy or ass.

My eyes were still closed when I felt a hand on my thigh. I jumped, my heart thumping faster for a second. My fingers gripped the frail wrists, holding them still against my thighs.

I kept my eyes closed for a second, breathing through my nose. I was already painfully hard and throbbing, desperate for release. It would be f*cking impossible to push whoever this was away.

Swallowing hard, I opened my eyes.... only to have my breath stolen from me.

Bluish- steel coloured eyes.

The most beautiful blue eyes I had ever seen stared up at me.

She wore a black lace mask, very similar to the others. Except hers has black beads hanging around the front.

She was kneeling down at my feet. Her posture submissive. Her naked body full on display, only the black mask covering half her face.

She stared up at me with those striking blue eyes. Her black hair, so long, so smooth fell down behind her back in beautiful waves. Her perfect pouty lips painted a deep red.

The mask only made her look ...more exotic...more tempting.

My legs opened wider against their own accord and she shifted closer, her body resting against my inner thighs.

This close, I saw that her eyes were rimmed with black eyeliner and smoky eyeshadow, which only made her blue eyes pop out more. They were the only thing I could stare at, completely lost in them.

My fingers tightened around her wrists, my nails biting into her soft skin. She didn't flinch in pain like I expected her to. Instead her eyes stayed glued to mine.

She licked her lips, slowly and so f*cking sensually that my c*ck jumped at the sight. I hissed out a harsh breath, my mind going wild at the possibilities laid out in front of me.

She was a f*cking tease. The look of an Angel but the temptation of a minx. So tempting that even the Devil would fall for it...in her trap.

I leaned my head down, my nose touching the jaw as I breathed in her smell. Roses. She smelt of fresh roses, like she had just bathed in them.

Her head tilted back in surrender as I dragged my nose down her neck, filling my lungs with her smell, driving myself wild with her.

My senses were lost as I dragged her even closer to my body, between my parted legs. When my gaze found hers, she stared at me with such innocence that I was rendered speechless.

Even though her voice was not used, those eyes spoke everything. They held pain and innocence...something that they were all robbed of.

This slave, she was the true definition of beauty. So enticing that it was impossible to deny.

My lips dragged against her neck, following a path to her ear. I nipped at her ear lobe, teasing her slightly. A touch barely there. "You look like an Angel...so f*cking exotic," I whispered roughly in her ears.

She shivered, a slight tremble in her posture and I smirked. Finally a reaction from her.

So f*cking perfect. Absolutely perfect.

I released her wrists and pulled away, watching her closely. My eyes avoided Solonik and everyone else.

I didn't know why this slave was kneeling at my feet when I had refused Solonik's proposal. But right now, at this moment, I wasn't going to complain.

As soon as I had released her, her fingers moved upwards towards my zipper. She purposely avoided my gaze as she pushed the zipper down.

"What are you doing?" I asked, clearly knowing her intention. She wasn't allowed to speak unless spoken to.

"Let me serve you, Master," she whispered so softly. Her voice almost drowned in the screams around the room but I still heard it.

The voice of an Angel.

Nobody could speak so softly. Nobody could make those words sound so f*cking sweet as they did coming from her lips.

Without thinking, I unbuckled my belt. She licked her lips, her hands slightly trembling on my thighs.

When I pushed my slacks and my boxer down a little, her eyes jumped to mine.

The corner of my lips turned up a little as she swallowed hard. I raised an eyebrow, waiting for her to move.

And she did not disappoint.

Taking my hard and pulsing c*ck in her hand, she wrapped her fingers around the length, pumping it, up and down.

I hissed, my hips slightly bucking upwards when she tightened her hold. With confidence like no others, her eyes still on mine, she bent her head down.

Her tongue came out and licked the head, tonguing the drop of come there. "Ah f*ck!"

She stared at me, watching my reaction as her lips parted and took my c*ck inside her wet and warm mouth. She sucked me deep, her tongue tracing the veins pulsing around my dick. Her head bobbed up and down, taking me deeper each time as I hit the back of her throat.

She didn't fight against the invasion. Not, she welcomed it, taking me in as much as she could.

No longer able to fight with myself, I let instinct take over. My fingers wrapped around her hair, gripping it tight. My knuckled dug painfully into the back of her head as I dragged her forward, taking control.

She relaxed in my hold, surrendering completely to my hold as I f*cked her mouth exactly like I wanted. Deep, fast and rough. Without any control. Because I was a beast unleashed.

Her teeth slightly grazed the underside of my c*ck and I hissed, my hips bucking upwards violently. I tug at her hair harder, thrusting in and out of her mouth, as if I was f*cking her p*ssy.

Her mouth opened wide for me as I dragged her mouth over my c*ck. Thrusting inside one last time, I held her head firmly as her mouth wrapped around my length.

Holding her still, I forced my come down her throat. "Swallow it all," I ordered, my voice husky with my own desire.

And she did, her throat worked up as she tried to swallow every last bit of my come. Some dripped down her chin, following a path down her bare tlts. My eyes openly gazed upon her stunning features.

She licked my c*ck clean and I slipped out of her mouth with a small pop. She licked her lips, catching any remains. With hooded eyes, I dragged a finger over my come that covered her chest.

Pushing the wet finger past her lips, I watched her lick it clean. Her eyes fluttered closed and she whispered, "Thank you, Master. I am honored to have serve you."

For a small moment, my heart stuttered, strangely painfully.

I f*cking hated being called Master.

Especially by this Angel.

I wanted my name from her lips.

With that angelic voice, I wanted her to say my name.

I had already broken one rule tonight.

Do not touch the slaves.

Too late for that.

But I was about to break another rule.

Do not buy the slaves.

By the end of the night, this little slave was going to be mine. Only mine.

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Well lovelies? How was it?

As I said, it touches on some really dark subject. It could be disturbing to read...but this is the start of their love story. *cough cough* do you think differently of Lyov now?

What do you think will happen?

Did you even expect this was their beginning?

And yes Solonik is the same ass you met in the Epilogue. He plays a big role in this story. And he might be making more appearances later on in the other stories. You just gotta read to find out.

Stay tuned for the next chapter, which will be soon. In a week actually.

Sunday I will udpate Heart of Fire chapter 3

And then Tuesday will be HIS ANGEL chapter 2.

I will try to stick to these timelines. If something changes, there will probably be only a day difference. I use EST btw.

Lots of love, Lylah xoxo