Unholy Tsar: A Dark Mafia Romance (Ruthless Dynasty Book 4)

Chapter 7

I don’t know how I make it through the lesson with Bree, but somehow, I do. Then I escort her outside to her car.

“Wait, what about Cecilia?” My niece demands as I open the car door for her. “I’m not leaving without her.”

“She has detention. I’ll make sure to send her on her way after I’m done with her.”

“Detention? Wait, we can get detention? Why—”

“No more questions, Bree. Class is done for the day. I’ve done a background check on your friend.”

“But–”

“You’re going home, Bree, or I’m going to tell your father you just met the girl last year, and she isn’t Cecilia Lombardi, the daughter of a don—like you’ve been lying about.”

She pales visibly. “How did you find out about that?”

“It doesn’t matter. What matters is that you’re going home while I deal with our little liar.” Done with the conversation, I turn to leave, but Bree grabs my arm.

“Be gentle with her, Uncle Maksim. She’s been through a lot. She-she’s more fragile than she seems.”

“What?” I ask, but she scurries into the car and shuts the door. “Fuck,” I grumble, wiping a hand down my face.

Just how much does my niece know about this liar? No matter. I shake my head as I leave the car, instructing Vincent and his men to go with her. He gives me a short bow.

Despite the prickling sensation crawling across my skin, I wait until Bree and her security detail are out of view before making my way back into the house. Then, I text Dante to have my men move closer to the house.

I know I’m going to be distracted for the next couple of minutes.

The butler is nowhere to be seen as I climb up the stairs two at a time. When I get outside the study, I pause to catch my breath and regain control. When that’s handled, I open the door—and just like that, the patience I’d just managed to gather flies out the window. Because the little mouse I trapped in here earlier races toward me with a thick book raised over her head.

I immediately grab her arms and twist until the book slips to the floor with a thud. “You fucking asshole. Motherfucking sonofa—”

I cut off her curses with my mouth. She resists for a whole three seconds before melting into my arms with a moan. The sound shoots straight through my chest and into my cock. It”s been hard since our encounter in that bathroom.

“You’ve been a bad girl,” I grumble, blindly walking us backward until her ass hits the back of an armchair. “It’s about time someone punishes you.” With a quick push of my hip, I move the chair out of the way, biting down on Cecilia’s lip as we stumble around the huge study until my back hits the bookshelf.

Perfect. I spin her around, lifting her up against the wall.

“You already punished me enough,” she gasps. “Locking me in here like an animal…”

“I’ll show you an animal.”

I thrust her against the wall again and something crashes and shatters. I break the kiss to glance around wildly. The dislodged mirror hanging on the wall catches my eye. Damn it, this is too messy. I can’t take her here.

“Wrap your legs around me.” The words are barely out of my mouth before she’s climbing my body like a jungle gym. With urgency, I pull us away from the wall and carry her straight to the mahogany desk at the end of the room.

The moment her ass hits the desk, she shifts back, spreading her legs wide for me to crawl between her thighs. From this angle, I can see her panties and the darker outline where her wetness is seeping through the blue fabric.

I lick my lips. “Naughty, naughty.”

Walking into her body, I toss the hem of her dress up, eager to get a closer view of her dripping cunt. For all we did together that one night, I never did get to eat her out. My mouth waters as I palm her pussy. My hand is immediately coated with her arousal, and she arches back with a low moan, tightening her legs around my hand.

“You’re the devil,” she whines.

“No. The devil wishes he were me.”

While palming her cunt, I rub my thumb in circles over her clit. She convulses violently, her hand flailing blindly, and slaps my laptop off the desk. It crashes onto the floor with an ominous thud. I hardly pay it any mind. Instead, I increase the pressure on Cecilia’s clit. Her lips part.

“Maksim,” she whispers breathlessly, “Fuck… right there…”

For some reason, at that very moment, I remember her words from not so long ago. Repayment. “You’re awfully responsive for someone who’s not attracted to me,” I comment mildly, then release her pussy.

Her head snaps up, her eyes wide with frustration. “What? No! Don’t you dare stop again!”

“What was it you said that night? Something about needing to have daddy issues to be attracted to me?”

“Not now,” she groans miserably, her hand reaching out to me. I take a step back from her. My cock is throbbing in my pants, and I’m desperate to taste her cum. Desperate to cum inside her again. But I want the little liar to eat her words.

She lets out a little huff. “Fine, if you won’t finish what you started, I’ll do it myself. Hell, I should have done it earlier, but this place is so stuffy, I didn’t want to get dust in my snatch…”

Before I can process her words, her right hand slips into her panties, and she moans my name, her neck falling back. “Oh no, you don’t.” I close the space between us and stop her hands.

“That’s not allowed, Myshka. The only way you’re going to cum is when I make you, and I’m not ready for it yet.”

“Fuck you, asshole. What do you want? What!?”

“I want you to admit you want me.”

She sits up on the desk, grabs the hem of her dress, and pulls it off, then tosses it away.

I’m enraptured by the sight of her creamy tits in that lacy bra and the way they jiggle with each breath.

“What are you doing?” I ask, unable to resist trailing my finger over her upper breast. My mouth waters.

“Tempting you. Isn’t it obvious?”

I smirk as I lean closer to her, running my nose over the shell of her ear. “I’m going to make you admit it.”

“You can try,” she answers, but her voice is shaky. “But the longer you torture me, the longer I’ll torture you. Wouldn’t you rather feel some relief? I can give you relief.” She rubs my erection through my pants. “That feels like it might hurt.”

It does hurt.

I grab her hand and hold it tightly. “That’s none of your concern, Myshka. You should be more worried about yourself.”

Without giving her a chance to reply, I cover her mouth in a wet hot kiss. Her moan is triumphant. She thinks she’s won, but she has no idea what I have in store for her.

I unhook her bra, and as soon as the material falls off her body, I thumb her nipple.

She whimpers into our kiss, and I swallow the sound as I tweak and twist the sensitive pink peak. Her legs find themselves back around my waist, and she undulates her hips, trying to get pressure on her clit.

I finally break the kiss and trail my mouth down her neck, to her breast. I take a moment to admire the perky flesh and the strawberry-red nipples. “This is so wrong,” she whines.

“No, this is perfect. You are fucking perfect,” I smirk, blowing my breath first on one nipple, then the other. The peaks pucker and get even harder. Cecelia’s hand grabs my hair, and she uses her hard grip to squish my face into her breasts. Heaven. I grunt and turn my head to close my mouth around a nipple.

“Oh my God!” she cries out, her back and hip shooting off the desk. I have to wrap my arms around her waist to hold her still. I tongue one nipple while softly kneading her other breast. Her moans keep increasing. She’s close.

When I release her nipple, she lets out a frustrated yell. I chuckle as I place a soft kiss on her belly. “Are you going to admit it now?”

“Fuck you,” she moans, but the protest is weak. I’m getting to her.

I sit back and get on my knees in front of her. Her eyes widen in surprise. I grab her thighs and drag her over to the edge of the desk, then spread her legs wide. I smile when I see her panties are completely destroyed. The material is soaked through and clings to her pussy, leaving nothing to the imagination. Still, I drag the pair of panties off her and pocket them.

She seems to be too out of it to notice that, thankfully.

I glance up at her, taking in every detail. Lips swollen. Nipples hard and wet from my mouth. Chest heaving with her pants. Hair an auburn mess. Eyes wild and needy. She’s never been more beautiful. She looks absolutely perfect. Absolutely mine. My grip on her thighs tightens, making her whimper. I wrench them further apart.

Maintaining eye contact, I lean down toward her cunt and flatten my tongue against her dripping opening. She lets out a choked moan, her hands flying down to bury themselves in my hair.

I drag my tongue up her folds and flick it against her clit. Once. Twice. She goes wild in my arms, her grip on my hair painful. I want to stay like this until she cums over and over again. But I’m a man on a mission.

I start to pull away, and her hands and legs clamp around my head, holding me in place. “No, no no. Please, Maksim. I’m so close,” she sobs, tears spilling down her cheeks.

“Then say the magic words.”

This time, she doesn’t even hesitate.

“Please, let me cum, daddy. Please. I’m so attracted to you, I get wet every time I see you. You’re so hot, and if you weren”t you and I weren’t me, I would have seduced you a thousand times over since our night together. So please, just let me cum. Please.”

I jolt at her words. She’s said more than I ever asked for, and hearing her call me daddy wakes up something primal inside me —an instinct I can’t ignore. I want to fuck her. Choke her. Protect her. Feed her. Make her mine.

I move away from between her thighs, and she screams in anger. “I did what you wanted; I said what you wanted. Let me cum you fucking bastard or—”

I cut off her angry tirade with my mouth.