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

Chapter 20

I watch Cecilia sleeping peacefully, reluctant to leave her side. She’s so beautiful, I never want to take my eyes off her.

But I made a promise.

My phone pings again. These goddamn drug-peddling rats are going to feel all of my wrath. Don’t they know I have better things to do than deal with them?

Bastards.

“I won’t be far,” I whisper, letting go of her.

After one last good look at my sleeping angel, I hurry to the bathroom to wash up. Then I make my way to the walk-in closet and pull on a t-shirt and pair of sweatpants.

Keeping quiet, I sneak back through the bedroom, unlocking the mirrored door at the far wall. Inside is a private office I rarely use. In fact, I rarely come to this place at all. Before Cecilia, it was nothing.

Now, the walls seep with meaning.

I click the door shut and take a moment to admire the one-way mirror. From the outside, it’s just a reflection, but from inside the office, I can see out into the bedroom clear as day.

Most of my private offices have mirrors like this. It’s a privacy feature, something to ensure I never get caught off guard. But right now, it serves as the perfect way for me to keep an eye on Cecilia while I get some work done. Sitting down, I boot up the dusty desktop and sign into my secure accounts, searching for the information Dante texted me back about.

I must get lost in the files, because the next thing I know, it’s an hour later.

Leaning back in my chair, I glance toward the mirrored door.

From this angle, I don’t have the best look at the bed. All I can see is one of Cecilia’s legs poking out from under the covers. I’m about to get myself a better view, when I suddenly hear a low sound coming from the bedroom.

Is Cecilia awake already?

I freeze and strain my ears. Eventually, I hear the sound again. This time, it’s unmistakable.

A moan.

I spin my chair closer to the door. Sure enough, my Malyshka is awake. Just barely, though. She’s tossed the covers to the other side and is lying back against the wall, eyes closed, legs spread.

Two fingers are playing with her clit while her other hand holds her breast.

The sight immediately turns me on. I’m feral. But I bite back the desire to burst in and take her.

“Play for me, little one.”

As soundlessly as possible, I get up and walk right to the door so I can get a closer look. Cecilia throws her head back with a louder moan and spreads her legs wider, plunging her middle finger into her wet, pink pussy, while her thumb continues to stimulate her clit.

Fuck.

My cock instantly hardens. I grit my teeth and drop my free hand to squeeze the bulge through my sweatpants. But before I can join in on the sensual game, Cecilia starts to tremble and whisper something.

Pressing my ear against the cool glass. I listen.

“Maksim… Maksim…”

My breath catches in my throat. She’s masturbating to me.

“That’s a good girl,” I whisper, fingers curling into a fist as I fight back against an all-consuming desire.

I don’t win.

When Cecilia reaches her peak, I push open the door with my shoulder. “Not without me, you don’t.”

However, my impulsive decision quickly turns into regret. Startled, Cecilia jumps up with a cry, her eyes going wide with fear.

Then she sees that it’s me, and her fear melts into bewilderment. “W–what were you doing in the closet?” she stammers, reaching for the blanket to cover herself.

I smirk at her sudden modesty. “It’s not a closet. Come.” I extend my hand to her, and she takes it without any hesitation. Squeezing her palm gently, I lead her behind the mirrored door. She still clutches the covers with her other hand, trying to hide her shame.

When she takes in the sight of the hidden office, she gasps. “I-I just thought this was another closet, since the main one doesn’t have many clothes in it.”

“I’m not a man who needs a closet full of clothes. But I could always use more ways to watch my back.”

Stumbling forward, she explores the room with wonder. Then, when she turns back around to face me, her eyes land on the back of the door, and she freezes. Her eyes go so wide I’m almost afraid they’ll pop out of the socket. Her cheeks flush such a fiery red that it rivals her hair.

“The window—I mean mirror… I mean…” she trails off, turning to me. “D–does that mean you saw me?”

I can’t help but smile as I lead her around my desk and take a seat. “Take a look for yourself.” I tug on her hand until she falls onto my lap. Cupping her chin, I guide her gaze toward the door.

“You saw me,” she confirms with a gasp.

“Yes, Malyshka. I saw you make yourself cum with my name on your lips.” I spread my legs wider so she can sit more comfortably. Then I wrap my left hand around her waist to hold her still while my right hand parts the blankets still covering her delicious wet cunt. “So, that’s how you like it, huh?”

I nuzzle her neck as I feel her wetness on my fingers. She jolts so hard that the rest of the blanket slips off her body onto the floor, exposing her fully to me. “Maksim,” she whimpers.

“Shhh, it’s okay. I just want to make you cum.” I slip my middle finger into her, “Doesn’t that feel good?”

She moans in response, her head slacking back into my neck.

I trail my nose along her shoulders, feeling her squirm in my lap while I pleasure her with my fingers. “Now, be a good little girl and cum for daddy.”

She shouts my name as I roll my thumb over her clit and curl my fingers inside of her at the same time. Her body convulses so violently, that I have to tighten my arm around her waist to keep her from falling off my lap.

“Thatta girl.” I praise her with a tender kiss on her shoulder blades when she’s recovered from her orgasm.

“Doesn’t that hurt?” she asks huskily, pushing her ass into my growing erection. “Do you want me to make it better for you, daddy?”

I bolt of pleasure shoots up my spine. I’m about to move her so I can take off my pants when my phone starts ringing. Cursing, I realize it’s most likely Dante calling to discuss that fucking drug den again.

“You will make it better for me,” I tell her. “Just not now. We’ll continue this later.”

With a little tap on the butt, I help her up from my lap. She stands on shaky legs. “I’m okay,” she insists when she catches the concern in my eyes.

“I won’t be long,” I promise her before shifting the chair back and grabbing my phone to answer the call. “Talk to me.”

“He’s squealed,” Dante immediately says.

He’s talking about the leader of the newest drug den. While we’ve killed everyone else involved, we kept him alive to get as much information as possible.

“Is it what we suspected?”

“Worse, sir. Apparently, an anonymous supplier has gotten his clutches on quite a few areas in the Lower East Side. He mentioned two other drug lords he’s in contact with who also received their shit from this supplier.”

“Are we sure it’s the same person?” I put my phone on speaker so I can work on my laptop while we talk. Out of the corner of my eye, I catch a glimpse of movement and look up to see Cecilia still in my office.

She looks like an angel, standing there wrapped back in her bedsheets. I raise my brow at her, expecting her to turn and shyly scurry away. But to my surprise, she gives me a naughty smile and tosses the sheets to the floor.

Then she tiptoes back to me.

“I strongly believe so,” Dante answers, bringing my attention back to the call. “The shit they’re peddling is the same. All signs point to there being one supplier.”

I’m only half listening because my little mouse is slowly sinking to her knees in front of me.

My lips part as she loosens the drawstrings on my sweatpants with the most devilish look sparkling in those blue eyes. I lift up a little so she can easily get my pants off.

“Have you taken care of the other two drug dens he mentioned?” I ask, trying to maintain a steady voice as Cecilia wraps her fingers around my hard cock.

“Yes, sir. We’ve wiped them all out except their leaders and—”

My ears pop when she bends down and runs her tongue along my shaft. Quickly, I tap the mute button just as a strangled groan leaves my lips.

My fingers tangle in her hair, my voice commanding, “You want to be naughty? Then suck me properly.” I push her mouth down on my cock, throwing my head back and shouting as the tight, wet heat of her mouth surrounds me.

She chokes, her eyes immediately watering. I smirk down at her. “Relax, Myshka. I’m barely inside those lush lips. Rest your tongue on the roof of your mouth and breathe through your nose.”

She does as I say, blinking up at me as her throat flexes against the tip of my cock. I push the rest of the way in until she’s deep-throating me. Her eyes are wide now, her face red from lack of oxygen.

I let out a satisfied sigh as I pull her head away from my cock, allowing her to catch her breath. “Regret your decision yet?” I tease.

She wipes her mouth and shakes her head. “No.”

“Then let’s keep going.” She takes one last deep breath before I lead her head back down toward my cock.

“Sir? Are you there? Hello?” Dante’s voice breaks through my pleasure-filled haze, reminding me that I’m still on a call with him.

I pick up my phone and unmute it. “Yes, sorry. Something incredibly important just dropped at my feet. I need to attend to it. We’ll talk later.” I hang up before he can reply and turn my full attention to my Myshka.

“Are you ready for more?”

She nods, and I sink my hands into her hair again, fisting those fiery strands as her head moves to my lap. I let her do her thing for a moment. She licks around my length, twirling her tongue on me like my cock’s a lollipop she can’t get enough of.

My fist tightens in her hair, my vision becoming spotty when she suddenly starts fondling my balls just as her tongue dips into the slit on the head of my cock. “So naughty,” I growl, shoving her head down further on my cock.

She chokes and gags, spittle dripping down my shaft and… fuck fuck fuck. I spill down her throat uncontrollably, my back arching with pleasure.

When I’m finally spent, I gently push her head away, and for a moment, she resists before letting go with a loud pop.

“Fuck that was so hot,” I breathe.

“Right?” Her voice is hoarse, and she manages a faint smile.

My chest swells with pride as I stare down at her. Hair a tangled mess. Tears on her cheeks. Lips red and puffy, with drips of my cum still glistening on them. She’s never been more beautiful. Leaning down, I spread my cum on her lips like lipstick. She lets out a soft moan, her eyes fluttering closed.

My phone chimes with a text, interrupting the moment. I caress her cheeks with my cum-coated hand while I check my phone with the other. It’s from Keir. He has a lead on Trey Giroux. Apparently, it came from one of the men who kidnapped Cecilia.

He sends another text. A Californian zip code. It isn’t much, but it’s better than the nothing we had before. All we need now is to narrow it down to a specific street.

“Looks like we’ve found your ex, Myshka.” I say, turning to face her. “Once we pin him down, I’m going to make him regret being born.”

She tenses up and jumps to her feet. I regret losing the moment between us, but sooner or later, we’d have to face reality. “What? How? Why?”

“When you were kidnapped, I had a feeling it wasn’t just a random attack. So I looked into the car that took you. The license plate led us to one of the kidnappers. Turns out your ex sent them.”

She pales, then picks up the damn blanket again and wraps it around her body. “Where is he?”

“California.”

“So you’re going to California? What about Bree and the lessons?” What about me? She doesn’t say that last part, but I can read it in her eyes.

“I’ll give her reading assignments for the next week or two. She has plenty of textbooks to keep her busy. And you’ve got something wrong, Cecilia. I’m not going to California. We are going to California.”

Her eyes go wide. “I’m coming with you?”

“That’s right.”

“Wait, wait. California. That’s T–Trey’s territory. He’ll have the advantage.”

“No. The entire country is my territory, Malyshka. He’s fucked. I just need a few more days to pinpoint his exact location.”

She hesitates. “What if—what if I—” she trails off, biting her bottom lip in worry.

I tilt my head, studying her. “Say it.”

“What if there’s a faster, easier way to find out T–Trey’s location?”

My eyebrows arches with curiosity. “Do you have an idea?”

“I mean…” Her head drops, as if her thoughts are too shameful to share.

“Speak.”

“Instead of searching Trey out, we could always let his men come to us. I’ll bet anything those guys who kidnapped me are still lingering around the city. You can use me as bait to—”

My heart jolts. “Stop it.”

“But we’d be able to set a trap for them, giving us the advantage and—”

“I said stop talking!” I roar, leaping to my feet in agitation. Cecilia jumps back, startled by my outburst. “Listen to me carefully, Malyshka. I’m not going to do anything that’ll put you in danger.”

Her surprise turns to confusion, which twists into sadness before settling in a wistful smile. Without looking me in the eyes, she walks into my chest and hugs me.

My hands hang limply by my sides.

“Thank you for caring about me,” she whispers. “But remember, I’m not just some weak girl anymore. You’ve been training me. And you might not have known it, but all that training was for this. It’s time to stop running from my past and face it head-on. I need to. Please, let me do this, Maksim.”

I hate that her words make sense.

“Cecilia…”

But she’s relentless, determined to convince me. “If we plan it ourselves, we’ll be able to control everything. We can make sure there’s no chance I get hurt. Please, Maksim, think about it without letting emotions cloud your judgment. This is the best way to get him. To end this nightmare, once and for all.”

Once again, she’s right. If only my emotions weren’t so tangled up in her well-being, I would’ve brought up the suggestion myself. I sigh and let myself think about it logically. New York is my hometown. If I personally oversee every little detail, I’ll be able to create a plan for every possible scenario.

We could actually pull it off without her getting hurt—but there’s always a chance things could go wrong. Am I really willing to take that risk?

She looks up at me, a pleading sparkle in her blue eyes. I know all too well what it means to run from your past.

“If we’re going to do this, then we’ll do it my way,” I finally concede.

She nods rapidly. “Of course.”

Placing my hands on her shoulders, I hold her in place. “You will do every single thing I say, when I say it, without argument. Understand?”

She meets my gaze earnestly. “I promise. I’m smart enough to know that the only way we can pull this off is if I listen to you. I don’t want to get hurt either.”

“Are you sure you’re ready for this?” I ask, but my voice is filled with doubt.

“I was born ready. The real question is, are you?”

Her confidence rattles me. I just swallow hard and shake my head. I’m not fucking ready for this. But that doesn’t matter. We’re doing this, for Cecilia’s sake.

I will annihilate the demons from her past. And then nothing will stand between us.

She will be mine.