Chapter 3
CHAPTER THREE
CONSTANCE
“… i
e! Co…ie…CONNIE!” I whimper, opening my eyes, blinking.
“Huh… wh-what’s going on?” I ask, trying to sit up, groggy, my head pounding like I just got whacked with a metal bat. “Pyper?” I question, wondering why my best friends are standing over me looking so worried.
“Connie, are you alright?” Pyper asks, brushing hair from my face.
“Yeah, I’m good…” I murmur.
“Are you sure? Vee can get ze doctor.” Alik pouts, placing his hand on my cheek, and I lean into his cool, soft palm, sighing.
“I’m fine. I just had a nightmare that I fu—” Fucked… no I mean, got slutted out by your cousins… and two of them were engaged and it was spectacular…
“Zhat you vhat, exactly?” a voice cuts through, and my neck snaps as I whip my head around so fast I swear I crack a damn vertebra. And lo and got damn mother fucking behold! It wasn’t a nightmare.
There he is… Mr. Head Huncho and expert Pipe Slanga Misha himself, the man who just rearranged my uterus and intestines like they was IKEA furniture! How are he and his two pretty-ass underlings, Nadya and Dimitri, better known as, Ms. Pussy Monster and Mr. Munch, in my presence right now!?
I shake my head hard and pinch myself, trying to see if I’ll wake up from this nightmare because this can’t be fucking life right now, but it is. Even as I pinch myself hard enough to bruise, they are still in front of me and right next to Pyper, looking just as sinful and delicious as last night.
My pussy quivers and wetness pools into my panties, forcing me to gulp for air and pinch harder.
“Connie, stop. You’re going to hurt yourself!” Alik looks at me incredulously, but I keep pinching because I need to wake up… I need to!
“Connie!” Pyper sounds out. “You vi—”
“Stop.” The word is low yet final, and it sends my heart skipping.
Even though I want to keep pinching, my hand lets go by itself, making my body feel like I have no will of my own, and I look up, meeting Misha’s cold, grey eyes that flash.
My body instinctively wants to lean into him, but I hold myself back.
Like literally, I force myself back against Alik, needing something… someone to stop the pull I feel toward that man. When Alik wraps his arms around my waist, I, with all the effort in the world, drag my eyes from Misha to Alik’s, who cups my face.
“You’re hot, Connie,” he whispers. “I’ll get you more elix… I mean, the medicine,” he adds, and I lay my head on his chest, heart racing.
“I…” I try to speak, but the words just choke in my throat, fucking lost when I glance back over and see Misha, who’s face is still as marble, but those eyes… I can read this man like a fucking book. Anger, amusement… possession. My pussy quivers at it, and I look away.
Last night was supposed to be my fuck fest… the one night stand of a lifetime with people who had the libido of bunnies but the stamina of an antechinus. I just wanted to be slutted the fuck out without having to wake up and have small talk and go on coffee dates or dear God… bond!
I wanted that no strings attached type energy, and the Red Collar event was so supposed to give me that, so why lord? Why have you forsaken me? Have I not been a good girl one fourth of the year? So why are you being so stingy with your blessings?
“Mikhail, vhy did you even come here?” Pyper snaps, eyes narrowed like she’s ready to fight.
“You’re not zee type who gives care about ozhers,” she accuses.
“Da, I understand Nadya and Dimitri… they’re sveethearts.
You, however?” She glares at him and crosses her arms. “You can leave,” she growls with finality.
But Mikhail just smirks, his eyes still on me.
“Vhat’s vrong vit me checking on ze leetle Pechenye?”
The second he says it, my nipples go painfully hard like they remember that fucking nickname.
My legs clench on reflex, and I bend forward, biting my lip to stop a moan.
My heart races, and my vision blurs for just a second.
Suddenly, I can see him gripping my ass while he brutally fucks me while Nadya wreaks havoc, sucking on my nipples so hard they have kiss marks all over while Dimitri fucks her just as hard.
“Da Pechenye… take zhis dick like zee slut you are…” I shudder, stomach tightening, panting when Alik’s hand grazes my back.
“Breathe, Connie,” Pyper voices while Alik rubs my back, but I hear footsteps that stop near the bed and as I inhale, a scent wafts into my nose, making me shudder and my clit harden… I’d know it from anywhere. I peek up to see Nadya smiling down at me.
“Are you zhat unvell, Pechenye?” she asks and I glance over to see Dimitri next to me.
“Da, tell us vhat you need and vee vill help you feel better.” Dimitri smooths a two strand twist out of my face and I swallow, trapped. When I glance up I see that bastard Misha smiling. Literally, his face is lit up like a damn Christmas tree.
“Aww, Pechenye, look at how pretty you look between zhem. You look like you belong. Da, just perfect.” Misha pulls out his phone, taking a picture, and my stomach drops.
“Ew, don’t give our bestie a nickname!” Pyper tells him, lip curling in disgust. “Da, it suits her adorableness, but I don’t like it coming from you, right Alik?
!” Pyper mutters, and Mikhail’s mouth opens, probably ready to say something equally smug that’ll ruin my life further, but the doors swing open, and I light up when I see Grandpa Viktor.
I smile, genuinely having missed him, but even as I take him in, it would be hard to believe this man is in his eighties.
He quite literally has to be the most handsome old man on planet earth!
Tall as hell… about the same height as Misha, I mean Mikhail, but unlike that big mother fucker built like the mountains in front of this house, who is all swagger and devilish charm, Grandpa Viktor is regal, cool and collected with an old school mafia boss kind of powerful air about him.
If someone saw him, they would be scared I’m sure, but in reality he’s a gentle giant and a gentleman who wouldn’t hurt a fly. I adore him beyond reason.
No one looking at him would assume he’s a day over forty, maybe even late thirties. Looking from him to his family, I almost want to curse out God. It’s not fair for all of them to be this fine. Good God, this family has stupid good genes, and I’m not talking denim.
As he steps into the room, it’s like everyone goes still and all of them bow, including Pyper and Alik.
“Dobryy den’, Pakhan. Dom stoit krepko pod tvoyey ten’yu. (Good afternoon, Pakhan. The house stands strong under your shadow.)” They bow and say in unison, shocking the hell out of me.
The fuck is this cult shit?
As he looks coldly at everyone, I see his eyes land on Mikhail, and I see Mr. Big Dick Energy keeps his head held high while the others bow and bitch, it’s like the maids just stop breathing altogether. It’s as if everyone’s bracing for him to go off.
The maid who’s in charge of my room scurries forward, bowing slightly.
“Ser, izvinite, chto pomeshali vam zavtrakat’. Vam ne o chem bespokoit’sya… (Sir, we’re sorry for disturbing your breakfast. You don’t need to concern yourself with…)”
His eyes go to her like a blade, and she goes dead silent as she trembles. I cringe at how stuffy it is in here, and I don’t like it, so I breathe and try to relieve the tension.
“Grandpa Viktor! I missed you.” Bitch, the air is sucked out of the room, and the maids look like they are about to pass out and foam at the mouth from shock.
“Kak ty smeyesh’?! Pogovori s Pakhanom, chtoby poluchit’ inf— (How dare you?! Speak to the Pakhan so info—)”
“Tishina (Silence),” he spits, and even I have to admit the venom in his voice shocks me. He crosses the room with that regal-ass gait, and when he reaches my bed, he sits on the edge, taking my hand so gently I almost burst into tears.
“My dear Connie,” he says in that thick, warm accent.
“Are you vell? I heard from doctor you are sick… I’m sorry I sent measly five-year-old jet.
I send brand new one next time. For your comfort.
” He kisses the back of my hand, and I giggle, heart swelling, and I throw my arms around him in the biggest hug ever, breathing him in.
The whole room gasps, Mikhail. Nadya. Dimitri, even the damn maids. Only Pyper and Alik don’t seem shocked. They know I ride hard for Grandpa Viktor. He’s like the Pawpaw I never had, loving, doting, and sweet.
“Don’t sweat it, old man,” I grin, still hugging him. “The flight was amazing. I was just very jet-lagged, but I’m happy to see you.”
Grandpa Viktor chuckles deep, his hand patting my back like I’m still ten and just scraped my knee.
“You alvays make me laugh, leettle one. Such strong spirit,” he says, eyes crinkling. “But next time... you tell me vhen you sick, da? I cancel whole retreat. I go home and I spoil the leettle one as much as she likes.”
“Sir, that’s not necessa—” One of the maids starts again, but gets cut off mid-breath by the turn of his head. This man ain’t raised his voice once, but somehow he got everybody acting like they on their final write-up.
“Don’t cross ze line,” he smiles at her, but the way she chokes, you would think he’s put a rope about her neck and tightened it, though he’s not paying any attention to her. No, he strokes my hand like I’m made of glass. “You are precious family.”
You are family. I blink at those words, and my eyes catch Mikhail, who watches me seriously and thoughtfully before I look back at Grandpa Viktor and swallow. HARD. Because baby, that guilt, starts swangin’ and fucking bangin’, throwing hands like a mother fucker.
I just got called family by the elder of a family whose members were wrecking every hole like it was a gangbang audition. My stomach flips. My soul? The fuck GONE with the wind. Damn… I’m going to hell.
“I… uhm… aww th-thank you… b-but I’ll be fine, Grandpa. I promise,” I voice softly.
“I believe you, Pechenye,” he whispers, but I go still at that nickname. Bitch… BITCH!
“U-uhm… wh-where did y-you hear that name?” I stammer.
“I heard it vhile standing at ze door. I think it fits you vell.”
“Da. I agree, Pakhan,” Mikhail speaks. “It fits the sveet one vell.”
“Da… vell, zhis old man vill not take up your time. I’ll retire to my room and let you rest.” He goes to get up, but I stop him.
“W-wait Grandpa, I… I was wondering while I’m here, do you want to play spades? I brought my cards!” I beam and he smiles affectionately, patting my head.
“Da, Pechenye,” he closes his eyes, smirking. “Of course,” he says, patting my cheek gently before he leans down, kissing my forehead before he finally leaves and I wave.
“See you later, Grandpa Viktor.” I grin from ear to ear and he turns to wave before the door shuts and I turn excitedly to Pyper, who sags on the bed, looking tired. “What’s wrong, Alik?” I ask and he shakes his head with a groan.
“Nozhing… no matter how many times I see him act like zhat vit you, I cannot get used to it,” he sighs, tired, and I frown.
“I don’t get it.” I make a face, and Pyper rolls her eye at me with a snort.
“Exactly, so just leave it at zhat, you lucky girl.”
“What’s so lucky ab—”
GRRROOOOOOOWOOOOOOKKK!
My stomach revs up like a chainsaw. I flinch, embarrassed as I look at them like the awkward puppet monkey meme and I start to push off the covers because I know my stomach didn’t just clown me like that in front of all these people!
As I struggle to get up, Alik immediately moves to help me like the ride-or-die bestie he is, but before his hands even reach me, Nadya and Dimitri move him aside and help me up.
“Aww are you hungry, our sveet one?” Dimitri teases.
“Da, tell me vhat you vant,” Nadya purrs but Mikhail brushes past all three of them, stepping between them all, towering over me. He takes my hand from them with a strong grip, and I don’t even get a word out before he’s helping me up, his other hand settling far too low on my waist.
But I glare at him, removing his hand from my waist, ignoring my skyrocketing pulse.
“I didn’t give you permission to touch me.” I raise a brow and he throws his head back, laughing loud, deep, and cocky as fuck.
“Permission… me? Oh, I like zhis one. I zhink I’ll keep her,” he growls and hate how my tummy dips as butterflies flutter in excitement at hearing that, remembering all the filthy things he whispered to me while digging me out.
“Oooo,” Nadya claps excitedly, her arm wrapped around mine. “Can vee really?! Can vee really keep her?!” she asks him and I reel back.
“I must admit… ze zhought is tantalizing,” Dimitri licks his lips and I want to expire right then and fucking there! What the fuck are these crazy mother fuckers doing right now?!
I glance over to Pyper for help, but she’s got her arms crossed with a brow raised, but it’s when I glance over to Alik that I’m shocked when I see he’s got his lip curled, snarling. Fuck, I need to fix this.
“I’m not a pet. The fuck?” I snap, thinking they will take a hint, but Nadya just giggles, wrapping her arm around mine tighter while Dimitri’s eyes sparkle with want.
“A pet? Vhat an adorable vord… is zhat vhat you zhink I vant from you?”
“I’m at my wits end with you! You’re stretching me thin!” I glare, almost hating this sensation… my big beautiful plan has been ruined! “You’re all fucking delusional,” I snap when Misha steps close to me, right by my ear.
“I can stretch you even further zhen zhat. You just passed out before I could,” he assures low in my ear, his voice dropping an octave. “And it’s been haunting me ever since.” He steps back, smiling down at me, and I grit my teeth at my nipples that are hardening at his words.
I glace at Pyper and Alik, hoping they didn’t hear when I notice Alik is giving him a death stare while Pyper rolls her eyes and sighs.
I thank every god known to man this woman doesn’t ask anything because I can’t handle the questioning look on her face right now.
So, with what little strength I can muster, I wrangle myself from them and walk to Pyper, and Alik follows.
“Come on, y’all. I’m hungry.” I lay my head on Pyper’s shoulder and take Alik’s hand as they smile at me.
“Da, let’s feed our girl.” She snaps out of her glare, but turns to him. “Touch her again vitout permission, and you’ll be leaving vit fewer fingers, Mikhail,” she sneers and he puts up his hands, smiling.
“Vitout permission, huh? I vouldn’t dream of it.” He glances at me and my heart skips a beat before looking at all three of them, watching me with hunger.
“Good,” she mutters before she starts walking to the door, as I do my best to keep from limping, pussy still sore, body still remembering them even if at least in this moment I want to forget. Fuck this is going to be one hell of a break.