Slipping into the Dark Side (Morozov Mafia)

13. Last Chance

Chapter thirteen

Last Chance

T atianna couldn’t pay attention. Her stomach was a mess. The food on her plate was left uneaten. The only thing she could tolerate was the wine, and as the servant filled her third glass, Tatianna felt the familiar floaty feeling. Instead of numbing her, it only heightened emotions to the point that she wore a stupid smile as the two men spoke about hunting.

Fedor barely spared Tatianna a glance as he kept his attention on the new hunting rifle Yakov had gifted him. He was going on and on about the best places to find deer.

“We shall go tomorrow then,” Yakov declared. “I have been hunting a different type of game, but I would enjoy easy prey.” Tatianna caught his gaze and a smirk upturned his lip as he glanced at her.

Fedor banged a fist on the table. “Wonderful idea!”

Tatianna dropped her head to ease the chaotic rhythm of her heart. She needed to be more careful. They were right on the finish line. If Fedor found out now, she’d never experience what Yakov could do. And she wouldn’t be able to handle such disappointment.

Only an hour later, a servant carried Fedor to his room, and Tatianna followed, laughing every step of the way and helping rid him of his shoes. “I’m so sorry,” Fedor whined as he lay in bed. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.”

She laughed at his adorable attitude. Even drunk, he still managed to be a gentleman.

“Where will you be?” he questioned, holding her hand.

Tatianna turned the light off and sat beside him. “Just across the hall.”

“I love you.”

Tatianna could feel Yakov over her shoulder as he remained in the doorway. His shadow rested on the two of them, and she shifted if only to get out of it. “Good night.” She kissed Fedor’s forehead, and with a bowed head, she moved toward the exit, toward Yakov. The door shut, a sign of the finality of it all.

The servant scampered away and left them alone in the hall.

Yakov stared at her, waiting for her to make a move and give him the permission he’d been waiting for.

Then she lifted her head, and her eyes were aglow with yearning.

“Sir.”

Yakov held a groan.

“Mr. Nevsky is here.”

Yakov’s brows knit as he looked down at Tatianna. She seemed just as confused as she hurried down the hall with him on her heels.

Her father stood in the foyer with a nervous twist of his hat. “Forgive the intrusion,” he swiftly began. “I’d like to talk to my daughter.

Tatianna stepped up to him, whispering in a hiss. “Papa, what are you doing here? It’s so late.”

Nevsky gripped her arm and spoke low, “This is highly inappropriate and dishonorable of a woman your age. Get your belongings; you’re coming home.”

Yakov reached for her. “Mr. Nevsky–”

Nevsky pulled Tatianna out of his reach. “Sir, I apologize, but this is my daughter, and it is terribly inappropriate of you to have her at your house this late.”

“My sister and her are friends.” Yakov turned to the servant and ordered, “Get Luerna. I assure you, Mr. Nevsky, there was nothing inappropriate going on.”

Nevsky held up a hand. “I’m sorry again, but my ill-gut feeling is hard to ignore. This isn’t a big deal, I just would like to bring Tatianna home.”

“Fedor has just fallen asleep, papa. I was about to get to my own room. What do you think of me? Just because of the women you chose to hang around with would go to bed with anyone–”

Nevsy slapped her hard, and it jerked her head, her hair falling in her face. “You will get in the car—”

A gun cocked, and all movements ceased.

Nevsky slowly shifted toward Yakov. The weapon was at his side, pointed at the ground, but the warning was enough. Yakov bit through clenched teeth, “Let go of her arm.”

Nevsky released her, keeping his back straight even as fear crept in. He kept his eyes on Yakov, flicking between his devilish blue eyes and the gun.

“You need him,” Tatianna quickly reminded, if only to save her father from Yakov’s impulsiveness. “It’s okay, I’ll go.”

“You’re not going anywhere,” Yakov assured. “Your father has overstayed his welcome. And was just leaving.”

Nevsky hesitated, glancing between the two of them. “I’m not wrong, am I? You are going about it behind Fedor’s back, aren’t you? Or does he know and allow it?”

Yakov raised his arm. How was he to let Nevsky live now? If he gave away their secrets, it could ruin the potential of business. He needed Fedor and Nevsky to both be compliant with his plans.

Luerna and the servant returned. “Yakov?”

“It’s fine. Nevsky was just leaving.”

Nevsky stepped toward the door. But he whipped his head toward Tatianna. “I never knew you were capable of such depravity. I am more than disappointed. I am disgusted. You are not welcome at home any further–”

Yakov shot the ground at his feet, and Nevsky’s attention swiftly moved back to him. “That’s right. I’m your problem, so you better be looking at me. I want you to think long and hard, Nevsky, about the next step you wish to take. I assure you, being my enemy is not a pleasant place to be.”

Yakov took a step forward and then another until he was in Nevsky’s entire view, eclipsing the daughter behind him. He grabbed the man by the neck and pressed him against the wall as he put the pistol against his temple. The fear that it ignited brought Yakov the satisfaction he was looking for. “I’m gonna fuck your daughter tonight.”

The way Nevsky’s eyes widened only encouraged him.

“She is going to–”

But Tatianna’s soft whisper stopped him.

He clenched his teeth. “You owe her an apology.” Yakov yanked him off the wall and turned Nevsky to his daughter. He kicked his knee, forcing Nevsky to the ground, and pressed the gun to the back of his head. “Apologize.”

“I’m, I’m sorry.”

“Louder.”

“I’m sorry!”

Yakov grabbed a handful of Nevsky’s gray hair and tilted his head to whisper in his ear. “I will take everything you own. I will put your children into poverty where your sons die of starvation, and your daughters whore themselves for bread. I will leave you with nothing but that cheap suit. I think you are under the false assumption that I am not like my father.” Yakov tightened his hold, making Nevsky cry. “But he chose me because I’m fucking crazy.”

“Yes,” he panted, swallowing harshly. “Yes.”

“You’re only alive because of her. But if I find out that you’ve laid hands on her or looked at her wrong, you will know what it feels like to be an enemy of the Morozov line.” Yakov shoved him and stepped back. “Get out.”

Nevsky nearly crawled his way out the door.

Yakov slipped the gun back in the hostler at his side and rolled his shoulders, trying to rid himself of the rage that tightened his back. He wasn’t satisfied with his retribution. He wanted blood. He wanted screams.

Luerna stepped forward, but when she noticed Tatianna going toward him. A smile bloomed on her face. She grabbed the servant and left.

Tatianna had never seen such power in action. She felt free, every burden, every fear devoured by the heat of Yakov’s strength. He was an incredible specimen and one she could no longer stay away from.

Tatianna touched his cheek. His fingertips went to the redness of her skin, his brows knitting a fraction in upset, but she rubbed the crease away with her thumb. She needed him to know that she was the happiest she’s ever been.

Yakov had his arms around her, kissing her with desperation, and she fell into him, surrendering completely. There was nothing stopping him now. It might be his impulsiveness or the fact that he’s been dancing around this for months, and the peak of it was finally here. But he was getting what he wanted tonight.

Tatianna grabbed his hand and pulled him, racing back up the hallway. But Yakov wasn’t about to bring her back to her room where Fedor could come at any moment. He turned her, had her up against the wall, and his hands on her hip, kissing her neck and enjoying every little pant.

“Please,” Tatianna whispered.

It was a gorgeous sound. Yakov kissed down her body as he pulled the hem up her legs. She tried to stop him, a feeble, virgin attempt at modesty, but he kissed her thick white thighs. Her smooth skin shivered against his mouth. He bit her and smiled when she yelped.

When Yakov pushed the fabric a little higher, he was surprised to find the strap that kept her knife hidden. It was a prime example of everything she was: a Siren on the outside, harboring a devil on the inside. He unclasped it and let it fall. She had no need for it now.

Yakov wasn’t going to make it to his bedroom two stories up. He yanked her into his study, and with her shoved against the door, he locked it. Her fingers worked on the holster first, and it dropped with a thump. She was shaking as she undid the buttons on his shirt. The excitement was overwhelming and a little intimidating, but she didn’t want him to notice.

Yakov leaned back to watch her. It was the moment he had wanted for so long; he needed to take each moment slowly. She wasn’t a whore or loose, she was a virgin, and this would be scary for her. He clasped a hand over her trembling fingers.

“What do you know about sex?”

She giggled. “I read.”

He smiled at such a declaration.

“What do you read?”

“Very descriptive romance.”

He chuckled. “Then you know what I’m about to do to you.”

Her body flushed, and her cheeks were hot. “Yes.”

Yakov traced his thumb over her lips and watched as she dared to taste his skin with her tongue. “And you will not regret it?”

Tatianna flicked her eyes up to meet his. “No.”

His fingers traced down the center of her, going between her breasts and down her stomach. “Have you ever touched yourself while reading these descriptive romances?”

Tatianna bit her lip as she nodded. Her fingers were working on her dress, lifting it slowly. He watched it as it climbed past her knees, past her thighs. He couldn’t see her panties from this angle, but the fact that it was there, exposed, waiting for him made him groan as he pressed his forehead against her shoulder.

His fingers continued downward till they dropped along her thighs. “Do you want me to finger you?”

Tatianna closed her eyes on such a question.

“Or eat your pussy?”

“Or both,” she replied, opening her eyes and smiling at the shock on his face.

“You aren’t ever going to be afraid of me, are you? No matter what I do. No matter how I do it.”

She slowly shook her head.

“Why?”

“Everything you want to do, I’ve already thought of.”

Yakov brought his fingers closer to the center of her. “That sounds like a challenge.”

“Good.”

His thumb graced her vagina, and she took in a sharp breath. It wasn’t enough, not nearly enough.

Yakov unzipped the back of her dress and the fabric fell at her feet. She was left in a bra and panties, and he stood back to admire her. She didn’t falter under his gaze. She was relaxed against the wall, and her fingers danced up her stomach and along her neck, tempting and seductive.

Yakov pulled off his shirt, and her gaze dropped to look, but her expression changed, and everything in her shifted. He stepped into her arms even as she tried to fight. “It’s fine, it’s fine,” he assured, kissing her neck and cheek, hoping to bring back her desire. “My father enjoyed pain. Especially giving it. He whipped us any chance he got. But he made sure never to leave a mark on our face.”

“Oh, Yakov.”

He clenched his teeth. “Does it disgust you? You wouldn’t be the first.”

Her hands ran over his skin. The track marks were in the dozens. There wasn’t a place on his back or chest that wasn’t covered in them. It was years worth of marks that wouldn’t fade. He was mutilated, and it revealed what she wondered. His soul must be just as ruined. But, like the unmarred parts of his body, there were untouched parts of his soul. And those pure areas now belonged to her.

Tatianna kissed his chest, right over his heart, and his eyes closed as he held her to him. He hated her for it because loving her wasn’t what he wanted to do. But now, there was no fighting it.

He lifted her by her thighs, forcing her to wrap her legs around his waist, and he brought her to the desk. “Lay down,” he ordered and observed as she stretched out on the desk over his papers. He took a pair of scissors and dragged them along her trembling stomach. He cut her bra in two freeing her fat tits. The nipples were hard and pointed. Then he dragged it down and cut her panties in two, revealing the small patch of blond hair over her pussy.

She shifted from the excitement. Her breathing only increased.

A finger danced over her nipple, and her back arched off the desk as she moaned. “Don’t play.”

“You aren’t ready.”

“I want you, please.”

Yakov rounded the desk, becoming between her legs. She didn’t hide herself and roll away. Instead, she lifted her feet to the desk and exposed her vagina for him to devour. He didn’t hold back. Yakov dropped to his knee and pressed his mouth against her lips, moaning at the delicious liquid that landed on his tongue. She was surprisingly wet, but he wanted more. If she was going to take his cock, she was going to need as much lubrication as she could get. His tongue wiggled inside her like a worm, rubbing the sides and diving in too deep before he sucked on her clit. Her hips bucked, and he grabbed them, keeping her still. He slipped a finger inside, feeling the contraction as she clenched with her impending orgasm. But he wasn’t ready to give in to her yet. He stopped and pulled back, grabbed his shirt off the floor to clean his face. She was watching with a heaving chest. Yakov picked her up from the desk and brought her to the couch, but instead of laying her down, he dropped her to her feet. She was unstable, holding onto his shoulders.

“Turn around.”

“What?”

“You’ve thought of this, haven’t you? Turn around.”

Biting her lip, she turned around and leaned over the armrest, presenting her ass without instruction. He smacked her harshly, and she moaned and pushed back. Yakov undied his belt and pushed down his pants to his knees. He spit on his hand, rubbed the tip of his cock, and pressed it against her pussy.

“Last chance.”

“Do it.”

He shoved in.