Chapter 40
NIKOLAI
Song- CHOKE, The Warning, grandson, Zero 9:36
“Just hit enter.” Enzo sounds exasperated. The delays in the internet speeds in this hotel I know are making him frustrated.
“We just need to know what’s on it, so I can learn what Melissa, um, Mila, is up to.” I hate what she does to me.
I lean back in the rickety chair and watch Enzo take control of my screen from his end.
Pretty nice, being able to sit in Vegas while I’m back in Russia freezing my ass off, tending to the newest stab wounds I have.
“Give me a sec. I have to break this encryption.” His keyboard clicks furiously in the background.
I hurt. Everywhere. Mainly my heart, but my body is catching up.
Weeks of fighting is taking its toll on me.
I think when Enzo is finished, I’m going to take a hot bath and soak some of this ache away.
“What the fuck?” he says low, under his breath. But, I can hear it through the speaker of the phone.
“Did you find something about her?” The way he sounds, it must be big.
I never hear him get flustered.
“No. It’s just…it can’t be.” More clicking.
It’s driving me crazy.
“Tell me,” I growl.
“It’s nothing about your girl,” he sighs. “But, it is about a girl I used to know.” He trails off again. “Look, this is just a dossier drive. Maybe it’s a hit file, I don’t know. It’s, well, it’s from a long time ago.”
“Okay. Why does Mila have it?” I’m getting tired of this conversation.
Exhausted, actually.
“Look, I wiped a few files off, but the rest is fine. You can probably use it for leverage. Other than that, it isn’t going to get you any closer to Ivan, or Mila.” Enzo’s talking quicker than normal. “I gotta go. Sorry I wasn’t much help.”
Perfect. Just what I needed to hear.
Alexei looks up from his phone with a grin.
“Lara is calling, I’ll check in with her and Elena for you and grab some dinner, I’m starving.”
I roll my eyes.
“Make sure it’s real food, I’m sick of candy,” I call out as he reaches the exit.
“Don’t forget to put some cream on those holes of yours.”
His shoulders shake as he tries to hold in his laughter.
“Just leave my dinner by the door when you get back, then fuck off.”
I’m glad he’s finding the fact I’ve been repeatedly stabbed funny.
After he leaves, I rest my hands behind my head and lean back, closing my eyes, I think of my options.
The drive is important to Mila for some reason.
I need to know why Mila is doing this, her true motives are a mystery. Yet sometimes, I feel the truth in her words.
Letting out a sigh, I have to work this out to protect Elena. She is all that matters to me now, my only ray of hope in this shit storm.
I promised my wife as we laid her to rest that I would do everything in my power to make sure she was happy and safe.
I won’t ever go back on my word, even if I have to sacrifice my own life.
Heading to the bathroom in this poxy apartment that Alexei managed to blag us, it doesn’t even have a shower.
I want to smash my fists into the tiles out of pure irritation. Instead, I draw a bath. Slamming the cupboards shut, I finally find some soap.
No fucking towels.
I clench my fists and head out into the bedroom, throwing out all the crap in the wardrobes. Surely this dump has a towel somewhere?
By the time I ransack the room, I head back to the bath before it overflows. Except as I round the corner, the door isn’t the way I left it.
It’s closed slightly.
Grabbing my gun from its holster, I point it at the door.
The way my heart is racing, the sweet scent invades my nostrils.
It’s her.
It looks like you never rid yourself of your demons.
As my hand touches the door, I hesitate, I know I’m going to meet the barrel of a gun when it opens.
She isn’t going to have the chance to kill me before I get my answers.
I want to hear her beg for her life. I want to see the fear there as I drain it out of her.
She deserves every bit of anger I feel right now.
I rub my hand on my cheek, remembering the touch of hers she left me with when she shattered my heart.
When she spoke to me in my mother tongue.
The door is ajar, enough for me to peer through. My heart nearly beats out of my chest.
That nagging in my head gets louder, that there is more to this than I think.
I keep still as she slowly peels off her cardigan from her shoulders and it drops to the ground by her feet.
My cock twitches at the sight of her bare skin even now. And when she tips her head back and ruffles her fingers through her black locks before putting them in a ponytail on the top of her head.
“Either put the gun down or fuck me with it, Nikolai.”
My mouth drops open and rage takes over, kicking open the door. As I cast my gaze downward, I spot the gun in her hand.
In just a black bra and lace panties, she turns slowly to face me, aiming her gun right at my head.
I repay the favor.
“Couldn’t resist coming back for a final fuck?” I say with a smirk.
My cock twitches as I say the words.
A sly smile creeps up on her lips.
“I’d say you’re jumping ahead of yourself, moi luibimyi, assuming I’ll be the one to die today.”
I hold my position, resting a hand against the door.
She won't shoot me.
She’s missed far too many opportunities to end me.
“Does it make you hard, Niki? Thinking about killing me? Because thinking about ending you makes me incredibly wet.”
A laugh almost escapes me. She’s got balls.
But I also know she’s lying through her teeth, she’s wet, not over thoughts of killing me, but over the thought of me getting my hands on her again.
I lick my lips and step through the door.
“Why don’t you put the gun down and find out for yourself, d’yavolitsa?”
As I close the distance between us, she holds her position. Fuck, it’s hot.
The end of her gun connects with my throat, and I push her back against the mirror by the shoulder, holding her in position and placing my own gun under her jaw.
She bites down on her lip with a fire in her eyes. That one I fucking love.
“I’m going to fuck you until I don’t love you anymore.”
That’s the only way I can get over her and move on. Finding out the truth and fucking her until I am done.
She shakes her head and lets out a chuckle.
“You think I’d let you ever stop loving me, Nikolai?”
She presses the gun harder against my skin.
“I’ll never let you. Even in death, I’ll haunt you so you never forget me. Go ahead, kill me. That won’t stop you from loving me.”
I blow out a breath and grit my teeth, knowing she’s right.
"Do you like pain? Or just inflicting it?" I say, trailing the barrel of my gun between her breasts and traveling south.
She sucks in a breath, her eyes going wide, and I grin at her. Nudging open her legs, I slide the weapon under her lace panties and she gasps.
With my free hand, I slip the strap of her bra from her shoulder, pulling it back and licking her sweet skin all the way down, before taking her nipple in my mouth and biting.
Hard enough for a little scream to escape her.
How can you hate someone so violently, yet love them so passionately at the same time?
There are many evils in this world. Some need to be destroyed, others, like Mila, just need to be fucked into submission.
“Well?” I prompt her, slowly moving the gun over her pussy, letting it soak it.
“Both,” she says breathlessly, lowering her weapon from my throat and it drops on the floor.
“Are you going to tell me the truth, d’yavolitsa? Or am I going to have to fuck it out of you?” I ask before sinking my teeth into her neck.
Enough for the twang of blood to fill my mouth.
Her legs open wider and I take the opportunity to tease her entrance, not pushing it in.
“My secrets are buried deep. Only one way to find out.”
“You’re the one almost begging for a gun to be buried inside that tight cunt. One slight slip of my finger is all it would take to end this. What do you say? Do you want an epic death, my love?”
She trembles against me and I suck on her jaw.
Just where I need her.
“I can’t die. Not yet. But if you really have to, you better fuck me first. Give me something to die for.”
Her body sags as I retrieve the weapon and it clatters onto the floor. Wrapping her ponytail around my fist, I tip her head back.
The water trickles over the edge of the bath, I pull her toward it and bend her over. Turning off the tap. Her back arches as I rip off her panties and sink two fingers inside.
“Fuck, Nik. Tell me how much you hate me, I’m so wet.”
She is. The pad of my thumb circles her clit and I pull her hair harder.
Releasing myself from my jeans, I slam into her and she cries out. I don’t want to hear her pleasure.
This is mine to take.
“This isn’t a hate fuck. I’m past that. This is to show you what you’ve lost. And maybe somewhere in that heart of ice, you’ll feel some of my pain.” I grit out and let go of her hair, smothering her mouth and nose as I pound her from behind.
Hell, it feels so damn good.
Like she was meant to fit me. The piece of me that was missing.
I can still hear her muffled moans through my palms. I look at the rippling water on the surface of the bathtub and put my hand on the back of her head, holding her just above.
“How long can you hold your breath for?” I ask.
Just thinking about what I am going to do has me almost coming inside her.
“Long enough,” she pants out.
“Let’s test that theory.”
Before she can respond I dunk her head under the water and thrust deep inside her. Bubbles rise to the surface from her screams and I let out a groan, tipping my head back.
That’s long enough for the first round.
She gasps for air as I yank her head out of the water by her hair. I can’t have her dying on me yet, my cock is nowhere near finished with her tight cunt.
“P-please, Niki,” she pleads as I slowly pull myself out of her.
“I don’t know what I prefer. Hearing you beg for my cock or to spare your life.”
In one swift motion, I thrust back inside her. She screams just before she's plunged back into the water, which spills over the sides.
She likes breath play, let’s see if she likes this kind.
The way her pussy grips my cock tells me she does.
I leave her this time a touch longer, so by the time I yank her up, I admire the way she’s struggling to catch her breath.
It makes me fucking feral.
“M-more.” It almost comes out a whisper from her lips and it brings a smile to mine.
Submerging her back under, I pinch her clit which makes her legs almost buckle.