Chapter 13
Chapter Thirteen
Alek
Ineed a new ally, especially after I killed so many of my coworkers for trying to hurt Katya. Sam cleaned up the problem for me and I just have to hope word doesn’t get out that I’m the one who did it.
But word will get out and I’m going to need help. With Dimitri breathing down my neck, I know it won’t be long before he finds me. So, for now, I have to make myself so powerful, no one will think to cross me.
And what’s more powerful than the Italian mafia?
I settle into the booth across from Luca Moretti, a high ranking mafia boss. He’s close in age to me. Handsome in a classic way. Luxury brand suit that speaks to his money. Sits like he owns the entire world.
“Alek Morozov,” Luca says. “What can I do for you today?”
“You’ve never worked with the Bratva before, have you?”
“I’m an Italian man. I don’t usually work with Russians.”
“I’m here to offer you a deal. An alliance.”
He stares at me for a long moment before he huffs. “An alliance? Why would I take you up on that?”
“Because I have money. Power of my own. And I’m looking to grow my empire.
I know you’re as well. If we worked together, we could gain a lot more power.
No one would ever come for us. No one would ever expect an Italian and a Russian were working together.
It would be the perfect cover. We could feed each other intel. Make even more money than we do now.”
He runs his finger along his lip. “That is an interesting proposition. But how do I know that you don’t want to make a deal just to fuck me over?”
“Trust me. I don’t want to do that. I have enemies of my own I need to deal with.”
“So, you’re desperate.”
I hate how fucking smug he sounds. It takes everything inside of me to temper down my annoyance but I have to. If I want this to work, I have to.
“What can I do to prove to you that I won’t fuck you over?” I ask.
“Usually a marriage contract is the perfect idea.”
“A marriage to who?”
“Don’t you have daughters?”
I go still. “Yes. But they’re seventeen and sixteen. Too young to be married.”
“Not in a few years.”
I stifle the urge to punch Luca in the fucking face.
I need this deal with him. “So, if I offer you the hand of one of my daughters – and I should remind you that technically speaking they’re not really my daughters – you’ll make a deal with me?
Today? Even though you won’t get to marry one of them for a few years? ”
Luca considers it before he nods. “Yes.”
“They’re not mine to give away. I am not their father. I’m more of a surrogate father.”
“I am well aware. But in our world, they are yours to give away. We’ll come to that day when they’re both old enough to be married. Until then, if we make this deal now, I expect you to treat me with respect and I’ll do the same in return. I don’t treat my coworkers like shit.”
“Neither do I.” I push the image of shooting Sasha and the other four men from my mind. They were trying to hurt Katya. That was different. If you don’t piss me off, then I’ll have no reason to kill you.
“We can talk over the logistics more another day. I have some business to attend to.” He offers me his hand. “I look forward to working with you.”
I shake his hand in return. I just offered up either Nina or Susanna to this man just to save my wife. The woman I kidnapped in my war with Dimitri.
Everything is getting fucked up.
But if it means saving Katya, I will do it.
Katya
With Alek gone for the day, I’m left all alone in the house. He doesn’t bother locking me up. I could leave the house if I wanted to.
I stand by the front door, contemplating running. Finding a way back to Dimitri.
But I can’t seem to get my legs to move. Alek is testing me. See if I’ll run or not. And I’m failing.
I can’t leave because… I’m not sure I want to leave. Alek lights a fire inside of me I’ve never felt before. It’s electric and makes me feel alive. Addicting.
But Dimitri is worried sick. I know he is and he needs to know that I’m all right. How can I get word to him that I’m fine without leaving the house? I’m still scared to venture out into the world on my own but with Alek’s help, it’s been getting easier.
I’ve been missing my room less and less the more I’m away from it. My room has started to become a distant memory.
I check Alek’s office for a phone I can use, even though I still don’t remember Dimitri’s number. I took it for granted inside my own phone, which I don’t have, since it’s back inside my old bedroom.
It’s pointless anyway. I can’t find a phone anywhere in the house. No way to tell Dimitri that I’m fine.
I find myself going back into the master bedroom. It’s safe in here but a lot larger than my room back at Dimitri’s. It’s a step in the right direction. I can breathe in this room. I don’t feel stuck here like I did back home.
Lying down on the bed, I can’t help but think of Alek and how he’s touched me. The pleasure he’s shown me. It’s something I’ve craved in the past. Having read a lot of romance novels, I would feel arousal. The urge to have someone hold me. But I could never get myself to leave my room.
Now, I’m here, with a husband, who knows how to touch me. I want to experience it again.
But since Alek isn’t here, all I have is myself. I push my shame aside as I slip my hand into my loungewear pants and push my underwear to the side. My fingers are cold which doesn’t help matters.
I ignore that though and focus on touching my nub.
In the past, when I was in my room by myself, I would pleasure myself but sometimes it would be frustrating.
Sometimes I wouldn’t be able to get myself warmed up enough to find any sort of release.
But with Alek, he knows how to make me come without me having to think about it.
I roll my hips around, thinking of his touch, and press my fingers into my nub harder… but it’s not working. My own hand is not Alek’s. I need his commanding presence and his deep voice to light me on fire. My touch pales in comparison.
Still, I try. I rub my clit harder and harder and still… nothing.
That’s when the bedroom door opens and Alek walks in.
I startle so much that I let out a shout. I didn’t even hear him come inside the house, let alone walk to the door.
He catches me with my hand between my legs and his eyes darken. “What are you doing?” By his tone, he knows exactly what I’m doing and he’s just teasing me about it.
“Um…” I remove my hand from between my legs. My face is on fire.
Slowly, he stalks over to me like a hunter does its prey. “Because to me it looks like you’re touching yourself… without me here.”
I can’t say a word because what is there for me to say?
Alek lets out a low, dark laugh. “You look like you were caught trying to steal something. I guess, in a way, you were.”
“What do you mean?”
He sits down beside me and rests his hand on my stomach. “If you’re going to touch yourself, then I want to see it. I want you to only come when I’m around.”
“I didn’t…”
“Didn’t come?”
I blush harder. “Yes.”
“Did I catch you before you could?”
“No,” I admit. “I just couldn’t… do it. I couldn’t get there.”
His eyes soften. “Do you need my touch, baby?”
I lock eyes with him and it takes everything inside of me to not look away. “I shouldn’t want your touch.”
“Why not? We’re married. There’s nothing wrong with it.”
“Because you kidnapped me. You forced me into a marriage. You’re at war with my brother. I shouldn’t want this at all.”
“But you do.” It’s not a question.
“I do,” I whisper.
“Then let me give you the release you’re looking for.” He pulls my pants down in one smooth motion. I can’t help but gasp.
Then he sets his hands on the waistband of my panties. There’s an inhale of breath between the two of us before he rips my underwear down. Alek keeps his eyes locked with mine as he spreads my legs wide and sets his hand between them. I can smell my arousal in the air.
The moment Alek’s fingers find my nub, I can’t stop myself from crying out. It feels so much better than my own touch.
He smirks, knowing full well what he’s doing to me, as he runs his fingers along my nub and folds. My hips roll into his hand, seeking pressure. Seeking more. That’s the power he has over me. My kidnapper.
My savior.
Alek doesn’t look away from me once as he pleasures me with his hand. His eyes are claiming me, making sure I know that he’s mine. I couldn’t forget it.
“You needed this, baby?” he murmurs, rubbing me with more pressure. It’s the exact amount that I need. My hips buck upwards. When Alek is with me, my shame seems to fade away as I get lost in him.
“Yes,” I admit.
“Good. I want you to only come from my touch from now on. Understood? Whether it be from my hands or my mouth or my cock.”
A flare of arousal hits me from his words. He’s making me feel like the woman I’ve always wanted to be.
“Answer me,” he commands softly.
“Yes.” My voice comes out as a moan as he presses down onto my nub. His fingers are so strong and firm and warm. It’s perfect.
“Good. Then come for me. I know you need it. I could see the frustration on your cute face when I came into the room. Come for me, Katya. Now.”
He flicks my nub and it’s exactly what I need for my release to overtake me. I let out small gasps and sink into the bed as my pleasure moves over my body.
“There. Was that what you needed?” He doesn’t remove his hand from between my legs and I don’t push him away.
“Yes. But I don’t know what you’re doing to me. You shouldn’t be making me feel like this.”
“Like what?”
“Happy. I should hate you.”
“But you don’t.” He sounds way too smug about it.
“No. I don’t hate you. But you’re causing my brother harm. I can’t be ok with that.”
Finally, he removes his hand from between my legs, making me instantly colder. “I don’t want to talk about your brother when we’re like this.”
I close my legs as a wave of self-consciousness over takes me. “I know. But it has to be said. You’re at war with my brother. And I won’t ever be at peace until I know he’s ok.”
“Then we’re at a standstill. Because I have no desire to make your brother happy. Not until I’ve beaten him.”
I slip my underwear and pants back on. “Then I have nothing more to say.”
“You didn’t run today,” he murmurs. “You could have but you didn’t.”
“You’re right. I didn’t.”
That makes a heavy weight settle between us that I see no way of changing.