28. Fyodor
CHAPTER 28
FYODOR
“This was a mistake. The two of you obviously have no idea what you’re doing.”
“Whether it was a mistake or not, you made it, and it’s too late, Father.” Irakily’s tone reveals the heat of his rage, no doubt fed by the pile of cocaine he and his brother have been using my money to indulge themselves in.
We’ve had these issues for a long time, but I thought they were settled. I thought they were clean, and if I couldn’t trust them, it was because of their hot heads or their willingness to fuck with the status quo. I didn’t think it was because they were back in the snow. Now dabbling in skin makes perfect sense. They need money and a lot of it. I once knew a cokehead who blew three million in six months.
“You’re right. I’m not going to humiliate and emasculate the two of you as you deserve, but this isn’t over.”
“This is over, Papa. We’re men, this is ours now, and there’s nothing you can do about it. Run along to your sex slave .”
“Exactly, son! You involved Marta; you brought an innocent girl into this. For drug money. You don’t see the fucking problem with that, Irakily? You don’t see the fucking problem?”
He steps away from his cocaine, puffed up enough that he almost stands as tall as me as he steps to me with violence threatening in every inch of him.
“What are you going to do about it now, Papa? What are you going to do?!” he shouts as he throws a punch, and somewhere inside, I’m grateful he’s finally done it. I know I deserve it. I’m just fucking devastated it’s over the fucking drugs.
But before his fist connects with my face, Daniil grabs his arm and pulls it back.
“Have you lost your mind, Irakily? That’s your father.” They wrestle briefly, but neither of them comes to blows.
“I’m his son. It never stopped him from hitting me,” he spits, pushing his brother back and knocking him into the desk.
“He hasn’t hit us in years, and you know it. Calm the fuck down.”
This time, Irakily shoves Daniil out of the way and walks back to the desk, where he sniffs two lines right in front of me and then walks out of the office.
“Fuck you, Papa,” he shouts as he goes, and I follow him only long enough to make sure he doesn’t touch my Katya.
“We didn’t have anything to do with Marta,” Daniil says, straightening his shirt as he leaves the office to follow his brother.
“I love you, son. I only wish I could believe you.”
By the time the conversation ends, I’m vibrating with tension. My sons are using again, and I’m not sure if that began before or after I handed control over to them. I’d like to think I wasn’t so blind I missed it, but maybe I’m a lot of things I’d prefer not to be.
I didn’t beat the shit out of them. Maybe as a too late apology to the boys, I should have hit less, but God, did they deserve it this time. How dare they make a move against me and a woman who never harmed them? I don’t know if the fact they’re using again is another item on that list or an explanation, but I’m sick, worried half to death, and furious.
“Fyodor.” Her soft little voice speaks my name, finding me in the midst of all this turmoil. She used to do the same for me when she danced too, focused and calmed the turmoil as she spun. “I’m so sorry.”
“Why would you care about my sons? They tried to kill you.” I’m not being spiteful or cruel. It would be foolish to care about men who sex trafficked and tried to kill you. She should hate them. I would feel better if she did.
“I care about you, and I don’t want to see you hurt.”
That surprises me so much that I stop in my tracks and stare at her. Her gray eyes lock with mine.
“What do you mean you care about me? I bought you at a fucking sex auction from those cokeheads. You can’t be that stupid.”
She looks the tiniest bit hurt for a moment before she hardens her jaw and stares me down.
“From the moment we officially met, you have protected me and cared for me at every turn. I can be that stupid.” Her voice wobbles, making me feel like I’m a bully for pointing out the truth.
“I don’t care about you,” I tell her, wanting to chase her away, wanting to prove to her that even if it’s good when we fuck, she doesn’t care about me.
“You have an exceptionally funny way of showing it.”
I pull her up out of the chair and onto her legs. She gasps in pain, and like the soft fucker she accused me of being, I lift her just enough to remove the weight and ease her suffering.
“Everyone, get the fuck out!” I practically growl at the staff, and within thirty seconds, the place is abandoned. “You want to see how much I care about you, Katya? Let me show you what I was really thinking when I was such a good man and saved you.”
She doesn’t look as scared as I want her to. That pink little tongue darts out to taste her lip, and I can’t help myself. I taste her tongue and her lips in one, pulling her into a wet and consuming sloppy kiss. She almost died. She tried to leave me. I found her at the bottom of that fucking bathtub, and it nearly killed me, and now she says she cares about me?
How the hell am I supposed to survive all this? I never thought I would love again after Sne?ana, and I never wanted to. I never dreamed of companionship again after my second wife abused Irakily, but she’s changed everything about me, everything I want, and I need to prove to her it’s not true. Because God help me, I can’t let anyone, especially some twenty-two-year-old girl, have that kind of power over me.
I carry her up to the stage where I bought her, and my cock is already impossibly hard. I can’t even tell if it’s my fury or her, but all I know is I need to tear something apart, and it’s going to be her.
This is where my obsession with fucking her started, ten times more addictive than that pile of coke. I’ve been hooked since the first time I stretched her cunt. I live for the feel of her pussy around me, and I’m going to have her how I wanted her that first night, right on this stage.
I place her ass on the edge, quickly pulling her soft pants and panties down over her ass and cunt. She gasps as her warm flesh makes contact with the stage.
“Let me show you how much I care about you, Kotyonok.” I grab each one of her legs, using the boots like paperweights to take advantage of her. She’s a dancer despite the lack of practice, and I have no issue stretching her into a full split across the edge of the stage. The elastic band around her thigh is the only thing preventing her from fully extending, but that’s fine. She’s perfectly open for my use.
“If you don’t, then leave me on this stage like you should have the first time.”
My hand reaches out to grip her throat before she can say anything else to really piss me off. My free hand pulls my cock out of my pants, and I’m so desperate to get inside her that the inside of my boxers are wet with my leaking precum. There’s no way I’ll stand for her making me this pathetic.
Hand still around her throat, I line my head up with her tight cunt. Every time I’ve given her my cock, she’s greedy for it, but it’s still an exercise to work myself inside her. She’s not getting away that easy this time. She’s going to take me, all of me, exactly when I want her to.
She moans my name as I slip the first few inches inside her.
“Don’t you fucking say my name right now, Kotyonok.” My grip around her throat tightens.
“I think I love you.” The words slip out on a breathy moan, and they’re like a stab to my heart.
I squeeze her throat harder so that she can’t speak, even if she wants to. There’s no way that’s true. There’s no way I’d return her feelings or need her back in some twisted way. Watching her dance for years means nothing to me. She means nothing to me.
The only woman I’ve ever truly loved is Sne?ana. That’s never changed, no matter how many women I’ve fucked, and it hasn’t changed now. I would never love this little bitch. I’m waiting for the fear to flash through her eyes, telling me she understands I’m not someone she should harbor such foolish feelings for. That I’ll kill her before she can love me, but her eyes drift off dreamily, like she’s sure I won’t act, and dammit, I won’t.
My other hand wraps around her ass, and I use the leverage to fuck her as deep as possible. She whines as I fill her too quickly, a cry poised on the back of her tongue as I ruthlessly plunge into her. Once I’m seated, I waste no time before pumping repeatedly into her, my hips pounding and taking everything I want from her like I never have before.
“This is how I wanted to fuck you when I saw you up there, Kotyonok.”
Her gray eyes search mine. Her face shines red from the lack of blood flow as I squeeze. I keep going, and her eyes roll back in her head in pleasure as she passes out. Her body goes slack, and I lay her against the stage. Despite the way I’m fucking her, I still try not to bang her head on the hard surface, and that alone pisses me off.
My hands both move to her thighs, and I anchor her to myself. My cock slides in and out of her, stretching her to her limits and making the wettest suction as her almost too tight cunt struggles to work me. She wakes up on a scream as the blood rushes back to her head. Her orgasm pulses through her, shaking her body in waves like she’s being electrocuted.
She gasps as the wet surge of her orgasm spills down my balls and over the stage. My orgasm approaches, and I can’t help but think that I love how wet this little cunt is. How beautiful her face and body are, how sweet and caring she is. How she feels like everything when I spill myself inside her. The hatred I’ve been carrying all day morphs into something more like fear. She’s reminding me of every miserable bit of pain I’ve suffered in my life, and nothing this good comes without agony.
“I love you,” she repeats, but she doesn’t have any volume, and I don’t want to stop her anymore.
“Then live for me.”
Hot thick cum floods her cunt, and I look down at the place I’m splitting her open to watch beads of it swell up and overflow. She’s much too small for all this cock and that cum at once. A few more pumps until I’m sure I’m empty, and then without thinking, I pull my cock to the side and use my fingers to feed the puddles of my cum back into her cunt.
I look up at her after I’ve done it, feeling like the spell has worn off now.
“How the fuck do you do that to me?” I ask her, and then I kiss her like her lips are the only thing in the world I ever want to taste again.