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Chapter 21: Blood Oath

Graphic descriptions of sex in this chapter. STEVE’S POV

A bullet flew past my ear and almost took a big chunk of hair near my temple with it.

I spun around and glared at the three bodies behind me.

"Goddamn it, Thor!" I checked to make sure no hair was missing. "You did that on purpose."

"It was the kid." Thor pointed at Peter whose hands were shaking around a Taurus Millennium series PT145 pistol.

"I…I…" He stuttered and looked at me with pitiful eyes.

Thor and Bucky stalked off in the forest, trying to shoot other targets, leaving Peter and I alone.

Peter dropped the gun on the forest floor and just stood there, "I'm sorry." He said quietly.

I sighed and went to pick up the pistol, "Hey, don't say that unless you have to. You didn't do anything wrong."

"I almost killed you."

"It takes more than a little bullet to stop me." I gave him a reassuring smile.

We had been back from Russia for a week and things were just starting to get back to normal….or as normal as it ever had been.

I got the best welcome home present I could have imagined by just spending four days alone with Natalia in my penthouse.

I never thought that I would enjoy time with a woman without fucking her but Natalia always surprised me. From the second she walked in the door, I was drawn to her and I think I took my first real breath since I had left for Moscow.

That was weird.

I hated that I was thinking and saying all this cheesy romantic shit but I couldn't help it with her. As strange as it sounds, she made me feel okay with myself and regular words didn't describe how I felt about our time together. It was celestial and we could have been the only two people on this earth. I wouldn't have even known if a war had erupted right outside of my door. If it didn't involve Natalia, I didn't care.

I still had work to do and I made sure to keep myself focused so that my father didn't jump down my throat more than he already was but really, I didn't give a fuck. I wasn't going to separate myself from Natalia just because we had all the odds working against us. I was stronger than that and I have always liked a challenge so this wasn't going to beat me.

That being said, I was kind of scared shitless.

Natalia's father was a cop, that I knew but I kept my cool while in Natalia's presence. I didn't know what the hell to do with myself because I wanted her but our situation was providing issues. I kept up a cool façade so that Natalia didn't get suspicious because it would only set off alarms in her head if I asked a thousand questions about her father.

From what I got, she hadn't talked with him about me. I heaved a huge sigh of relief when she told me that she didn't plan to tell Nick anything about us for a while but I also had a sneaking suspicion that Natalia knew more than she was letting on.

It was like she wanted to ask questions and sometimes would but she never asked what was truly on her mind. I could tell. To be honest, I didn't know what I was going to do if Natalia slipped up and accidently said something even related to the word 'Rogers'.

Her father would know for sure the type of trash she was hanging out with. I couldn't take that chance so I kept my cool and started acting more "ordinary" around Natalia. Everyone was because I refused to stop seeing her and even though I was putting my family in danger, I couldn't just drop Natalia. I wouldn't.

My mother was the only supportive one although my brothers thought I was completely badass for dating a cop's daughter. They would be slightly distant towards her because they were afraid of saying something that would give us away but they were really taken with Natalia.

Joseph was of course the same jackass he had always been. His demeanor towards me hadn't changed. We talked more often now because we had business to deal with but if it didn't have anything to do with work; I barely said one word to him. I was over trying to convince my father that I was a grown man.

In my quest to have both an regular as well as an atrocious life, I made sure to never change myself and I think Natalia was okay with that. She said that she didn't want me to change, for which I was thankful because I was trying my hardest but it would take time.

I could already tell that I wasn't as callous as before and that slightly worried me. In my line of work, I was looked at as a cold man and that was good but with Natalia, I didn't feel the need to put up a front. I could be Steve Rogers, the twenty-five year old real estate agent. Most of that was a lie but I still didn't have to be a monster towards Natalia. I was getting better at walking the line between my two characters.

Joseph was still trying to convince me that I was in a bad situation, which I knew but I could make my own decisions. If I wanted to be with Natalia then I would be.

As of now, the people in my family had tried to get off my case about her because I wasn't really listening anymore so the focus shifted to the newest member of the clan.

Peter fought us tooth and nail to leave Russia.

The day Joseph brought him back, he was probably the most emaciated human specimen I had ever seen. Of course, my parents thought it was their job to care for him but he was reluctant. Peter actually ran off that first night and Sarah sent us out to find him when he didn't come back the next morning.

Thor found Peter trying to whore himself out for money to some rich business man on a side street. We had to drag him back to the house and the whole time, he was screaming that he had to work for Albert, he had to bring money back to Albert, had to do things for Albert. I don't think he realized that his former master was never coming back. It was sickening and disgusting but I suddenly saw why my parents did what they did and somewhat understood why they wanted to help Peter.

He was broken beyond belief and it hurt to see someone so deflated. Peter literally hated life for what it had thrown at him. He was beaten, bruised and his mental health was worse than his physical. He would shake whenever we touched him and on the last night of our stay in Moscow, I came into the kitchen for a glass of water and heard him scrubbing the toilet in the downstairs bathroom like it was expected of him.

Over the past couple of days or so, he had improved considerably.

Peter actually warmed up to Joseph and Sarah once he knew that they weren't going to hurt him. Getting him on the plane was a different story and we had to pump him full of tranquilizers because he was screeching to stay. He had no family, no money, no life and my parents weren't going to let him suffer anymore. They took it upon themselves to care for the boy. No one had any objections.

Peter didn't know what to do with himself when we brought him home. Mrs. Cope and Jerry had set up a room for him next to my old one. Sarah said that he was adjusting but it was taking time. The biggest thing right now was getting him to eat.

Peter looked healthier but still had a long way to go. He was bathed, his hair was clean, was dressed in jeans and a tee shirt, looking like a normal fourteen year old.

We were currently in the forest near the house, trying to do a little shooting practice.

"You don't have to be scared of us." I said in almost a fatherly way that scared me, "First rule of shooting, don't drop a gun that's just been fired." I handed it back to him.

"I don't want it." Peter shook his head and tried to push it back towards me.

"Take the gun." I replied and put the pistol in his hands, wrapping his fingers around the handle, "You see that mark on the tree?" I pointed in the distance.

"Yes." He answered.

I stood behind him and lifted his arm, "Steady the gun and don't take your eyes off of that mark. Take a deep breath…" We both did, "…hold it in and shoot." I pressed his finger down and the bullet ripped through the bark of the tree.

Peter trembled from the kickback and dropped his arm but not the pistol, "Don't drop the gun." I heard him mutter to himself.

"You'll get it." I sighed, "You've never shot before?"

He shook his head, "I just got shot at."

I really did feel for the kid.

"Can you teach me how to be better?" Peter asked shyly.

I handed him my Eagle, which he almost crumbled under the weight of, "When you can hold that up straight, come and find me."

I never let anyone touch my Eagle but I didn't feel strange at all letting Peter hold it and that surprised me. Good thing I had two more at home but still. It was the principal of the matter.

I stuffed my hands in my pockets and walked on the path back towards the house. I chanced a glance back and saw Peter trying to lift the gun but I knew it would take him a very long time to have the muscle mass to hold that thing up. Even my arm got sore after awhile.

I kicked a rock on the ground as I made my way back to the house. I checked my watch and groaned when I realized that I still had two hours before I could go get Natalia.

I was almost at the house when I smelled my father's signature cologne as it caught the wind. I lifted my head and saw him standing there. I changed my position when I noticed that we were standing identically.

"How's Peter doing?" He asked in his regular father voice.

"He's trying to hold up an Eagle. I told him to find me when he did."

Joseph breathed a laugh, "It took you a year and then you came to me, so excited that you could do it."

"Only because Thor took me to the gym for six months" I remembered.

"You were a natural though." He nodded, "You put three bullets through Mercutio when you were thirteen. I was highly impressed. Your first kill, you remember that?"

"Barely, there have been so many since then."

We stood silently but not awkwardly for a couple of minutes.

"Come take a walk with me." He suggested and started walking down another path that led towards the lake.

I followed and the fall leaves crunched under our shoes.

"Your mother and I are going to adopt Peter." Joseph said as we went down the lane.

"I figured. Did you try to find his family?"

"No, he doesn't remember anything since he was taken so young and he doesn't have a last name so there's no way to know anything. He doesn't even know where he's from."

"Quite a different story from Buck."

"I saw the same broken boys when I looked at the both of them. There are some times when I can't help myself. Peter pulled me in…just like Bucky did. I love him like a son already."

"You have a heart when you want one."

He breathed through his nose, "I know and that's why I'm here to apologize."

"Really?" I stopped walking. I had never heard my father apologize to anyone, especially me.

"Yes, my behavior towards Natalia was completely unacceptable and I'm…sorry."

"I don't think I heard you." I joked.

"I'm sorry, Steve." He said slowly, "Against my better judgment, I'm going to back off from you and Natalia."

"What made you change your mind?"

"Your mother." He answered simply, "I might be a mob boss but she is the family boss and she allows me to see things from a different perspective."

"Well...thank you."

"She reminded me that sometimes…the road to love isn't always easy. I can still remember fighting for Sarah and I don't want you to go through the same thing."

"Why don't you like Natalia? She's the sweetest girl I've ever met and you just treat her like trash." I noticed that I didn't cringe at the word 'sweetest'.

"She's the first girl you've ever brought home and the first girl I've seen you with continuously for more than a week. I don't hate her, I like her but I have to be able to trust her."

"She's not a threat."

"Her father is a cop. That's a threat and you need to make damn sure that you're in this for the long haul because things will get messy. I know you and Natalia just started whatever this is you have going on but if it does get serious, I want you to weigh the options."

Little did he know, things with Natalia and I were already serious.

"That's just it, I have." I ran a hand through my hair, "She's worth it and I don't know how to explain it. Natalia is just good." I said minimally.

"I know and it's called love Steve." My father grinned at me, "You're maturing and I see the same thing in you that I saw in myself at your age."

"I'm not in love with her."

"How do you know? You're too young to realize it."

Did I love Natalia?

I felt for her but what was love anyway? That was an emotion I had never felt except for my family so I didn't know what it was supposed to be. The more I thought about it, the sadder my life became in my eyes.

I had never been in love. Not first love, not heartbreaking love, nothing. I was pathetic.

"In any case, I'm going to try to stop being such a jackass." Joseph said finally, "Natalia deserves a chance."

"You'll like her. She's feisty like you." I chuckled.

"I just don't want you to get hurt if this doesn't end up how you want it to. Her father is a cop, he's probably raised her to follow the law and we're the farthest thing from angels in this world."

"Should I tell her?"

"Absolutely not. I'll give Natalia a chance but I'm not risking that she will destroy everything I've worked for. She doesn't need to know anything." Joseph said sternly.

"I know." I hung my head, ashamed that I would even consider bringing Natalia into this world.

I wanted to tell her but I couldn't. This could provide a serious problem in the end but I was going to have to take that chance. Plus, Natalia was innocent and she was too good to be hanging around with trash like me or my family. She needed to get as far away from me as possible but I didn't know how to make her leave.

"Just be careful, Steve."

I nodded and kept walking, "So, how are you going to pull off an adoption out of thin air?" I asked, trying to change the subject.

Joseph laughed, "I have Jenks working on it. Everything should be ready to go by tomorrow. Your mother is already threatening to knit Peter a sweater."

"Have you talked to him about this? Does he know what it means to have our last name?"

"I'll explain things tonight and he can make a decision for himself. If he chooses to run then I'll be okay with that but at least I know that I tried."

"You're a very gracious man."

"I try but Peter is a very broken boy. He's going to need brothers when I'm away on business or…in the end, when I'm not around anymore."

I knew it was always a possibility that my father would die by the hands of one of his adversaries but I never took it seriously. In my mind, Joseph was going to live to a ripe old age of one hundred and sixty or some outrageous number like that. My father was just that kind of man who you could never see dying young.

"He's a good kid." I shrugged, "I don't have a problem with him."

"How does it feel to not be the youngest anymore?"

"I've never felt like the youngest." I thought back in all my years and found that everyone had always treated me as if I were older.

"True." My father agreed.

Joseph and I made a loop around the house, arriving at the back door half an hour later. By the time I checked my watch again, it was time to go pick up Natalia. I didn't have any plans for tonight but whatever she wanted to do, I was fine with.

I decided to drive the Range Rover today because I had a sneaking suspicion that the Saleen was being tailed and I knew it was too conspicuous. I had only seen one other on the roads of Chicago and it belonged to some rich banker who had loans up to his neck. I had only seen it once but my Saleen was better looking anyway.

The Range Rover drove smoothly towards Chicago and I kept an eye out of the rearview mirror, trying to find that tail I could sense.

Just as I hit the city limits, a dirty white car came into view and I could see the fucking goonies as they tried to maneuver around slower cars to up with me.

"Amateurs." I shook my head and just sped up, leaving the tail behind.

I made it to Natalia's dorm in record time and she was sitting on "our" bench reading a book.

I spotted the muscular man across the street who was one of my father's bodyguards I had hired to keep an eye on Natalia. He was to stay silent and never approach her because I knew she would kill me if she found out I had someone tailing her, but I was getting very antsy.

It was more of a restless feeling that came from paranoia. People of the underground were going to start putting two and two together shortly. I was always around Natalia and it was obvious that I cared about her so what would happen if Aro got a hold of that information? It wouldn't be pretty. I needed to know that Natalia was safe.

She lifted up her head when she heard the car and a smile broke out on her beautiful face. I couldn't help but smile as well as Natalia bounced over.

"Hello, show off." Natalia hopped in the car, "Nice set of wheels."

"I had to bring the best." I drove off easily but slowly because of all the traffic.

"I don't get a kiss?" She leaned over.

"People are watching." I mumbled as I saw the kids trying to admire the car.

"So…are you ashamed of me?" Natalia teased.

I sucked up my pride and pecked her lightly on the lips.

"Awwww, I think you're blushing." She sat back in her seat.

"Nat, stop it. I just think you're doing this to embarrass me."

"Okay, okay, I'll stop." She giggled, "Where are we going?"

"Back home."

"Home?"

"My home." I corrected myself and didn't even realize I had slipped up like that, "Do you have anything you want to do?"

"Can we order from that Indian place again?"

"I've got a better idea." I said, pulling out my phone and dialing Bucky. Our conversation took all of five seconds.

"What was that all about?" Natalia asked when I was done.

"Bucky has this restaurant that makes the best Indian food in the city. He and Wanda are coming over later."

I drove into the underground garage of my building and didn't even bother slowing down as I whipped the car into a space of the parking lot that was blocked off for just Thor, Bucky and I.

"Do you have any homework tonight?" I asked Natalia like I was her father and got out of the car.

"No, just a test tomorrow but it's going to be easy." She took my hand as we walked towards the elevators.

I was proud of myself for not pulling back like I used to. Now, things like pecks, touching, hand holding, spending nights together; it was all normal. I had also noticed that my OCD was faltering around Natalia.

It was never truly gone and I knew it never would be but the whole time Natalia stayed over my house last week, I barely cringed at her touching things but I think she knew something was wrong with me so she tried to keep her hands to herself. I truly didn't mind though. Natalia just seemed less…dirty than everyone else.

That night, Wanda and Bucky along with Jane and Thor came over to pig out on spicy Indian food that none of us had any business eating.

It was strange to sit around with my brothers in such a relaxed setting; I don't think I've ever just had dinner with them now that I think about it. We actually laughed together and I think it was all thanks to Natalia. I don't know how to explain it but she just got people talking and I was able to loosen my tie for the first time in a long time.

Thor, Bucky, Jane and Wanda left around ten and I was hoping that Natalia would stay the night but I didn't really know how to ask her.

"I think you had a good time." Natalia laughed as she pointed to the four beer bottles that were mine on the coffee table.

"I know, I don't even remember the last time I “just talked” to my brothers." I sighed and threw some trash in the bag I was carrying as we cleaned up.

"That was really good food." She said.

"Bucky has so many restaurants and they all have something different. I'll take you to a couple of the good ones."

Natalia and I continued to clean in tandem, not really speaking but it wasn't awkward. When we were done, I just sat on the sofa and Natalia came next to me.

I didn't feel weird putting my arm around her and I could even notice the change in myself. I wasn't actually repulsed by the new me either.

"So, what else do you have planned for the night?" I asked, trying to be as casual as possible.

"Nothing, just a test tomorrow and no weekend plans after that." She shrugged, playing with the hem of my shirt that was un-tucked from my pants, "What about you, anything special?"

"No, I might have to work on Saturday but besides that, I'm free."

"Work" Natalia nodded to herself, "What is it exactly you do again?"

"Sell houses." I replied easily.

She sighed heavily, "I know this might sound strange and it might not be my place but…I don't believe you."

Good!

"Why not?"

"Because, things just seem…not right about this whole situation. I don't mean to be rude but you and your brothers aren't the type of people I see running restaurants or being real estate agents." She looked at me with slightly inquisitive eyes.

"I…can't say." I hung my head, trying to give her something but I just couldn't, "Don't be mad at me but there are certain things that I have to keep private about my family."

"I understand but you're not in danger, are you?"

"I know how to defend myself." I answered.

It almost looked like Natalia was about to cry. I had never had someone to care for me before, outside of family and I was actually starting to think that Natalia loved me or something like that.

The question still remained though. Did I love her?

"I want to show you something." I tried to deflect our conversation and got up from the couch, holding my hand out for her.

Natalia took it hesitantly without saying a word.

"I'm not going to bite." I had to laugh at her shyness and kissed the side of her head that was covered in the sweet smelling hair that I loved so much.

"Where are we going?" She asked as I pulled her up the stairs.

"I want to show you something." I repeated.

Natalia just kept walking with me, down the halls of my penthouse. I had never really paid any attention to it before but this place was fucking huge. Even I almost got lost in here on occasion and I had to pull out information in the corners of my mind to remember how to get around.

I finally arrived at the door I wanted and pushed it open slowly, turning the lights on when we both were inside.

"Wow." Natalia said in awe as she dropped my hand, "All of these are yours?"

"Yeah." I put my hands in my pockets, just watching her roam.

We were in my library, which I never really sat in unless I had work to do but kept the place to house all the books I owned. I'm usually an avid reader but lately, I had been slacking. Ever since I was little, I had loved to get lost in the world of authors' minds. I of course had my favorites but I would probably read anything before I made a judgment on one genre or another.

The room was very minimal while still being overwhelming.

The oak parquet floors were covered in an expensive Oriental rug that had hypnotic patterns of red and gold. There were two large chairs in each corner and a cherry wood desk near the back with another chair behind it. But the main thing that attracted the eye was the floor to ceiling bookshelves that wrapped themselves around the room. They were all filled with books and ladders were attached so you could ride around just like in the old movies.

I knew I had exactly 6,714 books on these shelves and I had read every one of them over my lifetime, most twice. They were all alphabetized and then color coordinated in that certain letter. Along with that, I had a system on my computer that had a catalog of each and every book I owned. The novels that were in different languages were categorized like a map would be.

"I can't believe this. You must have more books than the library at school." Natalia walked towards the closest shelf and skimmed her fingers over the spines of a couple books.

I watched her fingers run over my collections, and I was actually turned on.

"Do you want to go up?" I asked her since Natalia only reached the shelf that was eye level to her.

"May I?" She turned around and got a look of pure joy on her face. I wanted to see that look every day.

I chuckled, "Of course."

I retrieved a ladder and pulled it towards us on wheels, stopping it in front of the section Natalia was in.

"You have to hold me so I don't fall." She said as she stepped onto the first railing.

"I've got you." I steadied her as she went up.

"This is really incredible." Natalia went higher, giving me a great view of her ass and my dick twitched in my pants.

"I have everything you could ever want to read up there."

"I see." She climbed higher, "Classics, contemporary, horror, fiction, romance. I think my literature professor would cream his pants if he came in here."

"I'm about to cream mine in a minute." I muttered ran my hand that wasn't holding the ladder, through my hair.

"What was that?" Natalia called down to me.

"Nothing, just keep looking."

"Can I read one of them?"

"Of course. What's your favorite?"

"I can't choose. That's like picking your favorite child or ice cream."

"Did you just compare children to ice cream?"

"Ice cream is my child, Steve. It's my vice so don't make fun of me." Natalia was on about the twelfth step.

"Have you found anything yet?"

"Just be sure to catch them as they fall." She dropped The Grapes of Wrath towards the floor and I easily caught it in my hand, "Can I get another one?"

"As many as you want."

"Okay, push me over there." Natalia pointed to her left, "Slowly, Steve. I don't want to break my ass."

"I would catch you." I gradually inched the ladder in the direction she wanted to go.

"I'm never leaving this room."

"Don't you have a test tomorrow?"

"I'm staying here tonight so I guess you'll have to drive me back." She said almost as if it was a question and I was going to say no.

"That's fine with me." That was more than fine with me but I didn't want to seem too enthusiastic.

Natalia spent a full hour on top of her golden ladder and my legs were getting quite the workout from pushing her around the whole room but I didn't mind at all. By the time she climbed back down, I had Anna Karenina, 1984, and Little Women added to my hands.

I set them on my desk before going to help Natalia down.

"I don't know which one I should start first." Natalia stood at the desk, thumbing open the pages of a book.

I suddenly got very aroused and I didn't know if she felt it but the tension in the air was creating a thick heat that was nearly oppressive.

I couldn't help myself as I stood behind her, our bodies flushed together and read over her shoulder.

"You could always take them and bring them back later. I wouldn't mind." I rested my hands on her waist, wanting to progress this further.

Images of Natalia bent over my desk were making me very hot and I wasn't going to settle for a handjob this time.

"Really? I would love that." She replied and I could tell that she wasn't reading anymore.

"What's your favorite?" I ask, running my nose along her creamy neck.

"Uh…I told you I can't pick."

"You're going to have to do better than that." I squeezed her hips, pressing myself further into her body.

Natalia's breathing increased, her skin feeling delicious under my nose so I kissed her neck, my favorite place of her body that wasn't currently covered up in clothing.

"I…I guess The Grapes of Wrath."

"I hate Steinbeck." I whispered, nearly grabbing her hips painfully but if she didn't say anything then I wasn't letting go.

"I think he revolutionized literature in the early 20th century." Natalia leaned into me, her ass molding into my dick and her breathing coming harder through her throat.

"Revolutionary would be Tennessee Williams or Ernest Hemingway." My fingers dance under her shirt, just enough to feel the skin of her stomach and ribs but not traveling further. Not yet.

"They were all trying to imitate previous writers. I can never take either one of them seriously."

"You're wrong on so many levels. How can you think that Hemingway wasn't important?"

"Because he killed himself. I just don't take the tortured artist thing to heart. None of his stuff was really liked when he was alive but as soon as he died, it suddenly turned golden." She breathed softly.

We would be having a round of foreplay while discussing classic literature. I never thought books would be so hot. I would have to write a letter to Penthouse or something on this one.

"I don't think Williams was imitating anyone. His stuff is too strange." I said and actually licked the skin of Natalia's neck, right below her left ear. She tasted like sweet fruit, I didn't know which but I would eat anything she was willing to give me.

"Steve…we can't do this." Natalia panted and I saw that her hands were pale, holding the side of the desk tightly.

"I have a surprise for you." I purposefully leaned over, dangerously close so that we bent at the same time and opened up the top drawer of my desk. I pulled out the envelope and stood back up, bringing Natalia with me before I set it in front of her.

"What's this?" She asked while I played with her ear lobe in between my lips.

"Your surprise." I answered.

With shaking hands, Natalia ripped the envelope open and read it silently. I couldn't help but keep Natalia bent slightly so that her ass was pressed into my crotch. I could actually feel her crack on the ridge of my dick and I was tempted to shift us so that I received some friction.

"You got tested…" Natalia let her sentence trail off.

"Clean as a whistle." I muttered against the skin of her shoulder as I pulled her shirt to the side, "It took so long because I had to wait for the AIDS test but it was all negative."

I think I heard a 'finally' fall from Natalia's lips but I could have been wrong. She was alluring me in ways that I never thought possible and if I didn't have her soon, I might jump off of the building.

"Just let me do everything." I inched my hands under her shirt again from behind but this time, went higher until I was her wonderful, round, smooth, soft breasts, palming both of them in my hands.

Natalia shook and backed into me further, "You could have warned me." She whispered.

"That would take all the fun out of it." I said with a smirk and lifted the shirt completely off of her body, exposing her lacy, baby blue bra.

I turned Natalia around slowly and my eyes went from her green ones to her chest.

"Do you always wear this?" I asked, skimming the outline of her bra.

"No, I've been in lacy things all week, just waiting for you to tell me you got tested." Natalia bit her bottom lip and drove me insane.

I slowly moved my hand from her chest, up her neck and rested my hand against her cheek. I released her lip from its prison.

"You'll make yourself bleed." I said in a daze. I lifted Natalia onto the desk and she barely weighed anything, "You've been wearing things like this all week?" I kissed the strap of her bra.

"Yeah, I wanted to look nice." She replied shyly.

"You always look nice." My kisses went into the center of her chest and I felt her fingers in my hair.

I leaned Natalia back so that she was against the hard, cool wood of the desk with me in between her legs. I had to close my eyes as I trailed my lips across her skin, in-between her breasts and along her ribs.

Natalia was panting as my tongue drew on the amazing curves of her chest. My lips glided towards the front of her bra, unclasping the hook that kept her tits secure.

"I like the front clasp." I muttered as the cups fell to the side, letting her breasts spill out.

"Shit…" Natalia moaned as I took her left nipple into my warm mouth and she arched at an impossible angle, grabbing my hair harder.

My tongue, my lips, my saliva was all over her pert nipple and I was painfully hard in my pants. After her left breast got the perfect amount of attention, I moved on to the right, devouring it with just as much passion.

"More…" She breathed and I grinned my way down her stomach, sliding her off the desk as I reached the waistband of her jeans with my tongue. My face was literally between her thighs as I knelt on the floor.

"I don't think I can get this undone with my tongue." I played with the button of her pants.

"Use…your fingers." Natalia growled, "Piano fingers."

"What was that?"

She didn't answer but bucked her hips towards me.

My fingers easily undid the clasp before sliding her jeans off. They fell in a heap on the floor. My hands ran back up each of Natalia's legs, feeling the smooth, slick surfaces of her ankles, calves, shins, thighs.

Her panties were the same lacy, baby blue fabric as her bra and even through the material; I could see Natalia's perfectly pink pussy. It was obvious that she landscaped down there but wasn't bare.

I licked my way up her right thigh and reached her sex in seconds, gliding my nose along her slit when I was in the position.

"Oh my…God…" Natalia bucked again.

I covered her lace covered pussy with my mouth and began sucking lightly, spreading her legs apart almost all the way on opposite sides of the desk. All the while, I was unbuttoning my shirt and had it off my body in little to no time.

"So amazingly sweet," I groaned as my tongue roughly ate her out.

"More…" She commanded above me, "I need more, Steve."

I was happy to oblige her and gently moved my newly favorite pair of panties away from her pussy, revealing it to me.

"Take them off." Natalia almost snarled.

"Patience, sweetheart." I said but did as she said and hooked my fingers into the sides of her underwear, sliding them down her legs like I had done her jeans minutes before. I stowed the panties in my back pocket for safekeeping.

There Natalia lay, on my cherry wood desk, completely naked.

"Fuck me…" I moaned as I looked at her.

I couldn't help myself as I dove head first in between her legs, my mouth greedily licked and sucking anything I could find. I was like an animal on the hunt and I wasn't ashamed to completely ravish the hell out of Natalia's tantalizing pussy.

She seized my hair forcefully, pulling at the roots as I continued to consume what she had for me. Natalia's groans and sounds were only spurring me on further as I slipped two fingers in between her lips, stretching her, preparing her.

Natalia muttered something incoherent above me as my fingers nimbly pumped in and out, in and out. I masterfully curled them to hit that spot and Natalia's cries erupted through the room, bouncing off of the classic literature that lined the walls.

I bet William Shakespeare, Virgil, Mark Twain, Edith Wharton, Jacob London and others were turning over in their graves.

Fuck you!

"Steve…" Natalia began to shake above me with such force that I thought I was performing an exorcism. The devil was being finger fucked out of her and I wasn't going to stop until he was gone.

I added another finger and her walls were so tight around me that I couldn't even keep them side by side. I had to fold them over each other so that they would fit in between her legs. It was so difficult for me to concentrate with her scent on my lips, on my fingers, on my tongue.

Natalia convulsed in a rattle and we both moaned in pleasure as she erupted into my mouth. I lapped up every single drop that I could and tasted the sweet nectar of the Gods. It was almost too much for me to handle.

I didn't stop moving my fingers as she rode out her orgasm and screamed my name like I was a rock star. Little did she know, we were far from over.

I retracted my soaking wet fingers and trailed them over the skin of her stomach as I slid back up from my knees to hover over her body.

"Do you want to taste?" I asked Natalia as I kissed my way up to her lips.

She nodded silently.

I pulled back and looked into her eyes for any sign of uncertainty but couldn't find any so my fingers inched their way into her rosy lips. Natalia sucked on all three of my fingers, swirling her tongue over them as my shaking hands tried to still themselves. I couldn't stop imagining her mouth doing the same thing to my dick but I promised myself that I would never left Natalia get on her knees for me. She was more than that.

"Do you like the taste of yourself?" I gently slipped my fingers out of her mouth.

"Yes." She answered in a breath.

"Are you ready for more?"

"Yes."

I lifted Natalia back up so that she was sitting straight in all her glory, naked as the day she was born. I couldn't help but let my eyes travel the contours of her incredible body.

"Perfect…" I sighed in pleasure.

"Can…can we do this…differently?" Natalia asked shyly.

"Differently?" I raised an eyebrow.

Natalia pushed me softly so that I was a few steps back. She slithered off the desk slowly and landed on the carpet. She turned around and bent the hell over so that I could see absolutely everything.

"Is this alright?" She peeked over her shoulder.

Fuck yes!

I couldn't speak, I couldn't breathe, I couldn't move.

I dumbly stared at Natalia's ass. I memorized the way her hair spilled over her shoulders, the way her skin shined in the light of the room. She was the definition of an angel.

I dropped my pants and boxers so quickly; I didn't even realize it until I felt the breeze on my butt. I easily stepped out of my clothes and stalked over to Natalia like an animal to a watering hole.

I meshed our naked bodies together, forcing my dick flush against the crack of her ass like I wanted to before. We both let out a guttural sound as I moved slightly, feeling the softness of her skin.

"I need you." Natalia mumbled and rested on her forearms over the desk.

I ran my hand along her spine, tracing the graceful curve of her back.

"I hate to say this but I might have to leave you here." I spoke almost painfully, "I have condoms in my room but not here."

"You don't need them. I'm on the pill and now that you're clean…"

The pill?

I hated those two words for the simple fact that they weren't tangible proof. A woman could say that she was on the pill all she wanted and I would be none the wiser until a baby popped out and I never wanted children so that provided a problem. I never trusted women enough to let "the pill" gambit work.

Could I trust Natalia?

As much as I wanted to say no and run to my room for a condom, my self control wasn't that good. I thought it was but obviously not. The warmth of her ass cheeks as they surrounded my dick was enough to make me give up everything I owned. My house, my trust fund, my cars, my money; she could have it all.

"Are you sure?" I asked like a teenager.

"Yeah."

I couldn't help myself as I pushed her legs wider over the desk and could smell her arousal as I pushed my dick into the wetness of her pussy, just enough to taste it.

"Shittttttt." I groaned loudly as my tip was engulfed in heat.

Natalia's knees almost collapsed but I pulled out.

"You're going to kill me." I growled and pushed in again, further this time and the veins of my dick were screaming in pain.

"Steve, why is your dick so big?" Natalia rolled her hips on my tip and I spread the wetness that was pooling from her slit.

"I have no idea but are you complaining?" I thrusts into her a little more, about halfway down my dick and I was stretching her to impossible limits.

"I don't think I can take it."

"You have before." I nearly cried from her tightness.

"I don't know how I did. I feel so much…tighter." She panted.

"Fuck yes you do."

I guess I was going too slow for Natalia because she backed into me on her own, without any guidance and sheathed me in her entirely, eliciting screams from both of us.

Her wetness was potent and her legs spread even further, to the point of gymnastic proportions.

I knew that I had to move soon but truthfully, I could have just stayed still for hours.

I shifted my hips upwards and hit what I only assumed was a vital organ as I pushed myself deeper.

We started to move with each other, skin against skin and I wouldn't use a condom even if I did have one. I know that sounds irresponsible but I didn't care. I couldn't help myself.

Natalia gripped the desk as it rattled from our movements. I slammed into her from behind, loving the way her ass was hitting my crotch and I threw my head back as sweat started to drip from my hair.

I almost never sweat but here I was, almost drenching our bodies.

I didn't feel the need to involve myself in dirty talk because my mind wasn't really working or it wasn't connected to my spinal column, I didn't know which one it was.

Natalia's screams were pushing me harder, her walls were clamping over my dick and I was about to explode but I couldn't do it. I had to hold off so I rammed into her harder while thinking about dead kittens or pigs or anything that would make me last longer.

"I can't…" Natalia moaned, almost as if she was reading my thoughts, "I'm about to cum."

"Hold on." I said as the sound of slapping skin sounded throughout the room and our bodies rammed into each other.

I bent over her body, reaching in between us in between her legs to rub over her swollen clit with the pad of my finger.

That did it. One touch and she erupted onto my dick.

I couldn't help myself and my release followed soon after.

I felt juices spill out of her, whether they were from me or from her, I wasn't sure and I didn't care. Natalia was panting my name like a prayer as she rocked onto her toes, trying to prolong her orgasm. My dick was still throbbing in her pussy and pulsing my seed out in long spurts that were dripping onto my desk, staining the wood with white and clear liquid.

I leaned forward and kissed the sweat shined skin of her back, her shoulders, her hair and pressed her further down.

"You're killing me, Natalia." I whispered into her ear, "You're killing me."

Natalia was still shaking and I wished I could have seen her eyes because I bet they were fucking beautiful.

We didn't move for at least ten minutes. I stayed within her body with no more than a whisper passed between us. My OCD was screaming at me to shower and clean up the mess we had made but I was pushing it back. I didn't care.

I slipped out of her pussy when I went limp but as soon as I did, my dick was ready again. I knew she wasn't though so I backed away. I rubbed my hands over her ass as I massaged her cheeks.

"Are you okay?" I asked thoughtfully.

Natalia pushed herself up on her arms and stumbled to turn around. I helped her to the chair behind my desk and she sat in a heap. Her hair was a rat's nest, her eyes were glowing, her skin was sweat covered and she looked amazing.

"You have to be the best lover on the entire planet." She half laughed and breathed heavily.

"Did I hurt you?"

"No, I'm fine. Can I stay here tonight?"

"Of course." I kissed her lightly.

We dragged ourselves to bed after another hour of just sitting. There was nothing we could say that would rival the experience we just had. It was more than just sex. I think…I made love.

I was satisfied, not only physically, but soulfully as well. It was hard to explain.

We showered, basically just standing under the water, our muscles too tired to do anything else. She wrapped herself in one of my shirts and that was one of the sexiest things I had ever seen. I didn't go to sleep that night. Instead, I drew circles on Natalia's stomach while I watched her drift off into dreamland.

Whenever I closed my eyes that night, I didn't have sex dreams like I normally would after fucking. I just dreamed of Natalia and me, reading. I know it was corny and sappy but the time we spent reading was the time that I felt for Natalia most because she was so natural and beautiful.

All too soon, the clock on my phone chimed seven.

"Natalia, it's time to wake up." I kissed her shoulder but she didn't move. I continued to shake her gently while kissing anywhere I could reach.

"Leave me alone." She rolled away from me.

I chuckled, "You have a test today." I suddenly felt extremely guilty that she hadn't studied.

"I don't want to take it. Go away." Natalia mumbled.

"Get up, mia Natalia."

"No." She said and lifted her head to meet mine, "I want to stay here for the rest of my life."

I kissed her strongly and I wanted my tongue to claim her but I knew that would lead to things we didn't have time for.

"You have to go to school." I kept my kisses short.

"You sound like my father."

My heart skipped a beat at her comparison but I didn't show it.

"Get up." I ordered.

"Fine." Natalia rolled her eyes and started to lift herself off of the bed. I followed on her side because it looked like she was about to fall over.

"Are you alright?" I asked as I swung my legs over the side.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Let me just use the bathroom." Natalia stood up and stretched before heading towards the other room. I noticed her walking slightly awkwardly and sighed angrily at the fact that I might have hurt her.

Natalia came out of the bathroom fifteen minutes later in her clothes from last night, brushed hair and a bright smile but I was less than happy.

"What's wrong?" She asked and stood by the door.

"Why didn't you say anything last night?" I grumbled under my breath.

"About what?"

"Why didn't you tell me to stop if I was hurting you?"

"You…didn't."

"Natalia, don't lie to me." I pulled at my hair, "I hurt you, I can see it."

"No you didn't." She insisted.

"Walk towards me." I commanded and her face screwed up.

She thought for a second, shifting her weight but started to move slowly and I saw her legs shake with each step. It was painful to even watch.

I rushed to her and held her up before she fell, "I can't believe you."

"I'm fine, Steve."

"No you're not and stop saying that you are." I carried her to the bed and laid her down.

"I'm just sore. Stop over reacting."

"You're not going to school today." I pushed her back against the pillows.

"Now you really sound like Charlie. I have a test and I'm not sitting in bed just because my muscles are a little tired." Natalia sat up.

"I hurt you." I said to myself mainly and my entire head felt like lead as it hung to my chest.

"No you didn't." I felt Natalia's arms around me, "I don't regret anything and if you think that last night was anything but perfect, then you're wrong." She kissed my shoulder, "I would never take it back."

I breathed through my nose, "Do you promise to take some medicine when you get back home?"

"Yes, I know Wanda has butt loads of Tylenol in her purse." She giggled.

"Promise me that you'll take it easy today?" I held her hand.

"I promise." I got another kiss.

Half an hour later, I was dressed in a suit and Natalia was dragging me out of the house. We stopped off at the Starbucks across the street before going back to the BMW so I could take her to school. I dropped her off in front of her class and Wanda was waiting on the curb with a smile. I also detected the bodyguard down the street but he was just as hidden as I wanted him to be.

I got a kiss and then Natalia bounced off to her class.

I was still mad at the situation that had occurred last night but Natalia said she was fine so I had to take her word for it. If I had things my way, she wouldn't have left the bed all weekend but that might also be bad for her wellbeing.

I drove easily towards my parents' house while thumping my thumbs on the steering wheel.

I just had an extra something about me this morning and it must have come from last night. I noticed that I had never acted like this with any of the girl but that's why Natalia was special.

I pulled up to the gates of the house thirty minutes later and saw the beefed up security around the compound but things had been like that since coming back from Russia. My father wasn't taking any chances and Albert's slight threat was enough to put us all on alert.

We all had bodyguards following us and I didn't even know who some of them were but I could feel them. My mother was basically locked in the house but she wasn't having that. Jane was the same way and cursed Thor out when some dude followed her to the spa. I knew that Natalia would do that same thing to me but I wasn't letting her go unprotected.

I parked in front of the house and walked up the stairs where Jerry was ready to meet me.

"Hello, sir." He shook my hand, "Would you like breakfast this morning?"

"No, I got it." I held up my coffee and took my sunglasses off.

"Your father would like to see you in his study." He shut the giant door.

"Alright. Are Bucky and Thor here?' I asked as I made my way through the house towards the back.

"Yes sir. They got here earlier."

I checked my watch, noticing that it was only eight. Must be serious.

"Thanks." I climbed the gigantic stairs two at a time, arriving at my father's office in seconds.

I knocked lightly and he told me to come in. I saw Thor, Bucky, Joseph, Sarah and Peter all talking but stopped when I walked in.

"There you are." My mother ran towards me for a hug, which I gave her.

"I didn't know we were having a family meeting." I said.

"We just have a little Blood Oath to complete." Thor grinned wickedly.

I looked at Peter who seemed scared.

"Gotcha." I nodded in understanding.

A blood oath was something my father came up with years ago when he had a problem with loyalty in the family. Ever since then, anyone who wanted to join the Roger's, sons included, had to sign their trust.

"How are you, kid?" I asked Peter, ruffling his hair like a big brother would do.

"Good." He replied and looked actually healthier although he was still too small to be normal.

"Let's get this over with. I'm supposed to be meeting Wanda soon." Bucky checked his watch.

"Hush." Sarah scolded, "We have family business to take care of."

We all gathered around Joseph's desk and I wondered what it would be like to fuck Natalia over this monstrosity but kept my cool.

"What am I supposed to do?" Peter asked shyly.

"Just watch." Thor whispered to him.

Joseph pulled out some papers and didn't even bother to read anything over before signing them and then handing them over to Sarah who did the same thing.

"These are adoption papers." My father spoke to Peter in a loving voice, "I already spoke to you yesterday about all of this and you don't have to sign them if you don't want to but I want you to know that you always have a home here."

Sarah nodded frantically.

"It's really not that bad." Bucky hit Peter's shoulder.

The boy looked to me for guidance but I didn't know what to do besides give him a nod.

He bit his bottom lip, almost like Natalia did, and held his hand out for the papers.

Joseph happily handed them over along with a pen.

"Uh…I don't know how to write." Peter said softly.

"I'll help you." Sarah walked around the desk and took his hand in hers. They traced lines on the paper with the pen until a squiggly line appeared right under my father's and mother's.

"Wahoooo!" Thor threw his hands up in the air, "New brother." He lifted Peter off of his seat and spun him around.

"Put him down." Sarah chased them around the room.

"This is about to become insanity." I said to myself.

I wasn't jealous of Peter like I thought I might be. I was actually kind of excited to have someone to help raise. Everyone had had a hand in molding me so I wanted to help Peter and be the older brother that he needed. I also knew that my parents held more than enough love for the four of us, not that I craved their affection but I knew how these things worked. A new shiny toy would come and everyone would forget about all the others.

I actually wished that would happen so I could lead some kind of a normal life. I would never be anything more than Il Principe, the prince in this family and I would have traded spots with Peter any day. My father always said he never had favorites but you could tell that I was the apple of his eye. He was making me into a machine that would rule the world at some point and I was okay with that but I just hoped that Peter knew what he was getting himself into because there was no going back from here. You were either a Rogers all the way or not at all. He was given an option and he chose the best path but his life might not always be as glamorous as it appeared. Mine surely wasn't.

Joseph pulled out a piece of old-world parchment and a very sharp, pearly handled knife. It was about six inches long and not very wide but the point was deadly from just looking at it.

"Goody." I muttered sarcastically.

"What's that for?" Peter asked when he came back over to the desk.

"Blood Oath" My father answered simply and without warning, dug the knife into the palm of his hand. He didn't even wince as the dagger drew blood from his skin and it spilled onto the parchment.

"It doesn't hurt that badly." Bucky said to Peter whose eyes were wide with fear.

I took the knife from Joseph and plunged it into my palm in the same spot that I always did when we went through this. It was only for family members that I had to join in but this was a rarity. Blood Oaths were almost sacred, sealing secrecy, loyalty, honor.

The blood from my hand mixed with my father's, staining the paper.

The knife was passed around in a circle to Bucky and then Thor before he handed it off to Peter.

Once again, Sarah helped him by drawing a small amount of blood from his palm and letting it drip downward. He didn't squirm or say anything as the knife dug into his flesh and I was highly impressed. The first time I went through this, I was about his age and screamed to the high heavens.

"You are now a Rogers," Joseph said to Peter, "Congratulations."

"This is so cool." Thor pumped his fist, "We should have a party or something."

"Of course" Sarah said like it was obvious, "All the papers are signed and the blood has been drawn. It's official."

It always made me laugh at how my family thought that blood somehow made everything legal.

"You did so much better than I did." I told Peter truthfully.

"Really?" He asked excitedly.

"Yeah, Stevie boy screamed like a little girl." Bucky laughed.

"You didn't do that much better." Thor slapped him on the back, "You wouldn't come out of your room for three days."

"Shut up." Bucky shoved him.

Thor poured the six shots of deep brown, Italian, cognac liquor that my father had in the cabinet and we all raised our glasses, even Peter.

"To a new beginning for a young soul." Joseph spoke fatherly.

We clinked cups and downed the liquid easily. Peter choked his down and we all had a laugh at that.

Joseph recited a long prayer in Italian and then lit the piece of paper with the scent of our blood filling the air. I watched the parchment burn to dark scraps onto my father's desk and Sarah gave her new son a kiss on his head.

#romanogers #twbb

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