Chapter 8.

                                    

                                          
David's POV.
I snort, forcing a smile on my face as Andrei watches me from the distance I created between us. However, the smile I cast on my face is the exact opposite of what I feel.
I'm confused, torn between 
going for what I desire and doing what's 
right.
With a huff, I turn around and continue with my movement into the house. I swerve around the lounge chairs clustered by the pool.
While walking away, Andrei's heavy sigh carry through the air to hit my ears.
I know why he's doing this...he's not just trying to convince me into accepting my feelings but also because he sees Vera as his daughter too. And as a father, he thinks giving Vera off to me will be better.
That she'll be safe with me. Andrei was once a Bratva member. He once worked as the Byki of the Baranov clan.
He knows exactly what constitutes the war going on in the mafia clans in New York, Russia and Greece. He doesn't want Vera to be tangled in the mess, maybe because of his relationship with Helen.
Yes, when Helen was alive, Andrei was super close to her. Just like he volunteered to completely protect Vera from harm's way, that's exactly how he surrendered himself to protect Helen.
But then he couldn't 
do much. Not with Helen married to one of the mafias...a betrothal marriage to be exact.
Hell, Andrei was pained anymore than I was when we didn't arrive on time to save Helen.
I guess, this shitty life of the mafia is what he's trying to shield Vera from.
I stumble into the foyer and further into the living room. As I head over to the spiral staircase, I begin to ask myself, how would Helen feel if she's alive and saw me falling head over heels for her daughter?
She wouldn't be happy, I guess. Helen's wanted out of her marriage after she found out her husband's reason for marrying her.
It wasn't for love. Fuck, it'll never will be. She suffered a fate, a very terrible one, and tried all she could to keep Vera away from it.
And she did. She successfully sent her daughter away from those evil men. She put Vera as the government's 
property, that was until her death when she revealed everything to me.
Helen assigned me to offer Vera protection until she's eighteen before the government takes over. Helen's family, of course, were rich which was why she was able to connive with the government over Vera's 
life.
However, the instant I found out that even with the government's assurance over Vera's life, the bratva members couldn't stop wanting her.
And that's because Vera is a symbol for that power, wealth, and dominion which they seek. That's because Vera's grandfather was initially the Pakhan of all mafias in the underworld.
So, the struggle here is who will become the Pakhan of underworld and Vera happens to be the fucking key to this throne.
I can't be with her even though she's within reach. Damn, she's in a room down the fucking hallway. I could go there and clamp her body to mine. Kiss her and rejoice in the fact that Helen left a piece of her with me but I can't.
I can't arouse some kinda feelings in Vera only to leave her broken.
I faked Vera's death. I made sure her death certificate circled the whole underworld and that's because 
I want to keep her safe.
But, if I start dating her she'd want us to go public and going public means attracting these power-thirst men. It means they'll find out she's still alive.
While heading down to my room, a pitched moan rises from across Vera's room. 
Startled, I hustle over to find out what's happening.
I halt by her door and eavesdrop and the sultry words that escape her lips, make my eyes go wide.
"Take my nipples...daddy please..."
Blood trickles to my penis at the mention of daddy.
The heck?
Is she fantasizing 
about me or what?
Oh, shit I gotta find out what kid's doing.
I stealthily walk over to the adjoining door from where I usually sneak at her while jacking off, and I punch the security number into the pad, fluttering the door open.
Cautiously, I ruffle the door to a close and head over to the closet that leads to her room. I shift the clothes aside and then...
I pant as I see kid with her legs wide open as she watches a porn video while skirting her slender fingers over the silky edges of her goddamn pussy.
It takes me a while to realize the tortuous gnarl sounding off around me is actually emanating from me.
Subconsciously, I dart my hand over my thighs until it reaches my dick and I touch myself, feeling a tremor of arousal shaking my body.
"Shit...Kid, you're 
going to be the end of me." I whisper.
Her mildly thick thighs are shaking as she feasts her fingers over her pussy.
Wait a second, she isn't 
penetrating? But why?
I find twisted delight knowing she isn't dipping her fingers into that gorgeous pussy that's 
attracting me. 
I start imagining my cock finding a spot inside her...a spot that I'll hit and make her scream over to the moon. To scream my goddamn name.
I swear I wish that pussy gape for me while I pound into her. I want her to scream until her throat sores. 
I pull my head back and cuss. Why am thinking this shit?
It's not gonna do me good. No, the fucking being up there and below knows that thinking this will make me tread a dangerous part.
"Oh, I'm cumming...." She belts out.
Hell, the sonorous voice of pleasure make me duck my head again to watch.
Oh....shit...shit!
I cup my cock reflexively 
and tug. My balls grow tight...as tight as a nail in a wall. Jeez, the cream drifting from that pink pussy's driving me nuts.
So, my foster daughter 
can cream like this? Fucking lots of streamers.
Have I ever been with a woman that gives me such amount of cum? Hell, no.
I swear I can swim in that pool of cum drifting from her entrance.
Oh...I bite my lips with urgency to prevent the sensual gnarl from vibrating from my lips and reach her.
Vera doesn't know about this secret place. And I can't 
have her finding out now. Not now she's 
riding the pillow with cum-I can swim in with my cock--- escaping her vagina.
I pin my eyes on her tits and start tugging back and forth on my dick. The feelings chiseling through me 
makes me increase the pace with which I masturbate myself.
I ride my palm sensually, loving the delicious whirl of satisfaction pulling from me.
I don't stop fucking Vera's imaginary cunt until I cum with a forceful tug on my balls. My seed rain down from my tips, slapping against the wall.
I fall back on my feet, slumping on the chair behind me. I wait as I recover my shortened breath.
Oh, shit...
I want to see Vera penetrate herself really badly. I'm the kind of man that loves show...and seeing her penetrate cunt is a show I'll like to watch.
And soon, I'll watch her do it.