21. Roman
CHAPTER 21
Roman
A heavy silence follows the sovietnik ’s words.
I refrain from giving any reaction, my face stoic like always. “You will have to be more specific. I am no mind reader.”
“More specific?” he repeats, then glances at Leonid whose beady eyes are lit up like tiny bulbs. “Skazhi yemu to, chto ty skazal mne? * .”
“On snova napadet na menya? * .”
“Skazhi yemu seychas ili ty razberesh’sya so mnoy!? * ”
Leonid scowls. The glint goes out from his beady little slits. “It appears that your successor has been up to things you are unaware of.”
I grit my teeth, the first dent in my steely armor. “It appears that you are a fucking pussy who I will chop into pieces the next time your protector’s gone!”
“Roman!” hisses my father. “Silence!”
“He has not been honest, brat? * . He has been deceitful.” Uncle Leonid shirks back against the sofa cushions as I rear a couple steps forward, fists balled. He’s never resembled a bloated toad more, pudgy and bulbous with his squashed face gripped by fear. “Sovietnik,” he breathes, “he has been meeting the pakhan without your knowledge.”
I stop short, my head slanting to the side.
I admit I wasn’t expecting my piece of shit uncle to mention the meeting I had with the pakhan. I wasn’t aware he even knew about it.
But if he does, that poses the question: how?
How would Leonid have found out the pakhan recently paid me a visit?
I assumed he would bring up Katerina. He’d tell my father of her involvement in the kidnapping plot.
In the uncertain seconds that follow, I realize why he’s revealed what he has. Why he’s chosen to tell my father about the pakhan ’s visit and not Katerina.
This is a warning.
Some move by him in a strategic game.
He wants to hold Katerina over my head but also make me aware he’s not above divulging info to the sovietnik. The pakhan ’s visit is simply the warning shot being fired.
The two of us hold unblinking eye contact for a long moment that excludes my father. He’s on the outside, still hovering by the window with his gold-encased cane.
“Pakhan?” he says into the tense silence. “Explain yourself, Zver.”
I clench my teeth. “He requested to meet. That is all.”
“The pakhan does not make requests for nothing, Zver. You may be my blood, but the family comes first. Choose your path carefully.”
Ripping my gaze from Uncle Leonid, I glare at my father. “He wanted to discuss the tension in the Five Families.”
“And you did not mention this to me because…?”
“The pakhan requested discretion,” I grit out.
My father hobbles away from the window with the help of his cane. He’s never looked more withered and fragile, though his mind is the opposite. His expression is sharp and focused, the gears at work inside his liver-spotted head.
“Chto on skazal o sem’yakh? * ?” he asks.
“I cannot say.”
“I am commanding you to tell me.”
Uncle Leonid’s grinning like the sorry sack of shit he is. He’s gone from a cowering bloated toad to one shining with glee. It’s worked in his favor that he’s able to use this against me. He’s casting me in a suspicious light in the eyes of the sovietnik.
“The pakhan can tell you if he wishes,” I say simply, standing my ground. “After all, otets, did you not just say we are blood but the family comes first?”
My father’s lips press tight in dissatisfaction, though he says nothing.
I close some of the gap between us. As I do, Uncle Leonid flinches, as if he expects me to launch into an attack on him.
He should because I will.
Soon.
The moment the sovietnik is not around to protect him.
A few feet separating me from my father, I challenge him by peering into his wrinkled face. “I’m no pawn for your scheming against the pakhan or the Five Families. You can choose to listen to your brother. But I will choose to abide by the oath. If you and this fat fuck are in my way, so be it. Ty vykopal sebe mogilu? * .”
I turn to the small group of men I’ve brought with me and beckon my head toward the door.
“Time to go.”
We storm out as a unit, leaving my father and Uncle Leonid staring in silence after us.
For the entire drive home, I am bursting with adrenaline. I’ve chosen to drive, slamming my boot on the accelerator as I speed down the city streets. Kazan is in the passenger seat, nonplussed by my wild driving. It wouldn’t be the first time he’s been held hostage as passenger when I’ve been in the middle of road rage.
He’s aware of what’s just happened.
I’ve essentially made it known that my allegiance does not lie with the sovietnik. I have no loyalty to my father or my uncle. I’m in service of the pakhan and our family. The bratva comes first.
But this won’t come without new challenges. New threats and dangers.
Leonid will almost certainly tell the sovietnik about Katerina now. My father is a spiteful man who never lets things go—he will be coming for me.
He will be coming for her.
I slam on the gas as the light up ahead goes from yellow to red. The Hummer I’m driving barrels into the intersection at the last possible second before traffic in other directions enters. Cars blow their horns anyway, angry I’ve flouted the rules.
I don’t give a fuck.
My grip clenches on the wheel and I make a hard and sudden left turn, cutting more people off.
The city lights twinkle in the night, bright blurs of various colors.
The Hummer may be a giant on the streets, but it moves impeccably well with the right driver. I maneuver in and out of traffic, weaving between cars ’til we’re on the last block and I’m hitting the brakes.
Kazan shakes his head at me. “Your driving remains as chaotic as you are.”
“You’re one to talk. You behead people for fun.”
“That is not chaotic. That is crazy. There is a difference, Zver,” he says with a smirk.
“Be prepared to be even more fucking crazy. Tonight was a line in the sand.”
“We will handle what comes our way.”
I get out of the Hummer and head up in the elevator to my penthouse. Adrenaline still flashes through me like lightning, the energy explosive and powerful. I could snap bones or smash through walls if I really wanted to.
I could destroy anything that gets in my path.
But as the elevator doors part and I step into the hall, I realize there’s only one way to expel the electric current in my veins. There’s only one way to rid myself of this angry and aggressive energy inside me.
And she looks up at me once I stride through the door.
My kitty cat’s relaxing on the sofa with a journal in her lap. Her lavender curls are pulled up in a messy bun and she’s wearing a slouchy sweater that swallows her up.
But her dark brown eyes meet mine and surprise flickers onto her beautiful face.
I must look beastly as I stalk toward her and wrench the journal out of her hands, tossing it away. She goes to ask what I’m doing, but I’m faster than she is. I hook my arm under her and rip her off the sofa, lifting her up to smash my lips to hers.
She’s caught off guard, left to gasp against my mouth as I kiss her like a starving man.
A man that has gone an eternity without being fed.
And that’s exactly what I am in this moment.
I have held myself off for long enough; I have resisted the urge to make my kitty cat mine in every way for as long as possible.
All restraint has worn out.
I hold her against me as her thick thighs notch around my waist and we indulge in greedy kiss after greedy kiss.
Greediness that can never be satisfied. Greediness that instead intensifies as I taste my kitty cat and feel her soft mouth against mine.
I pepper kisses to her bottom lip, then trace its curve with my tongue. She clings to me, breathless and warm like she can barely make sense of what’s happening. I’ve come on sudden and strong and left her spinning.
My staff in the vicinity flee. Edik and Polina make themselves scarce, retreating to the kitchen area. Kazan and the rest of the security disappear, taking the hint.
They know now is the time for privacy.
This moment is for me and Katerina alone.
She’s latched onto me as I walk us blindly through the open space of the penthouse. I’m much more preoccupied with tasting her plump lips than I am watching where I’m going.
Her hands travel up my steel-like chest and touch my neck. She caresses my beard and scratches my jaw in teasing, kissing me with a passion she’s held back before.
My kitty cat wants me as much as I want her.
We make it into the bedroom where I deliver her to the bed and then slam shut the door. My shirt is ripped over my head as I start for the bed again, my gaze dark and heavy.
“You know what to do, kitty cat,” I say in a throaty tone. “I want to see that beautiful fucking body. All of it.”
She’s breathing so hard, she heaves for more air. The fabric of her sweater can’t hide the round shape of her breasts that draw my attention at once.
Her fingers fumble for the hemline as she blinks in a daze and then tugs it over her head.
I lick my lips at the sight of her gorgeous tits, her nipples so dark and puffy. I close the space between us with two wide steps, drawing her mouth back to mine. My hands fill with the soft, arousing weight of her breasts, cupping and squeezing them.
Katerina shudders. “Roman… why…”
I kiss her again, then answer. “Because you are irresistible, devochka. You think I can keep from having you?”
“But… oh…” she trails off for another shuddering moan as my mouth explores.
I kiss her throat, working my way down the column and then moving onto her bare shoulders. My large palms give her tits a rough squeeze that makes her arch into my touch. Followed by a sharp twist of her nipple that has her clawing at me.
Clinging to me like she can barely stand it.
“Does my kitty cat like her nipples to be played with?” I taunt, returning to her mouth for a kiss. I roll each nipple between my fingers, tweaking the puffy beads until they’re stiff and erect and she’s squirming.
Her eyes have closed. Her teeth have caught her bottom lip. Her attempt to stifle any sounds.
But it’s my mission to draw them out of her.
I ease her back against the bed, groping a breast in my left hand while my other fondles the rest of her curves. My cock jumps in my pants at the supple feel of her.
She’s so fucking squeezable. So fucking soft to the touch.
My breath runs ragged as I touch different parts of her. The slight feminine curve of her belly and hips and the fleshiness of her thighs. All of it turns me feral.
It makes the adrenaline inside me surge to new heights.
I pin my kitty cat down and dot kisses everywhere I can.
Starting from her slender neck and perfect tits to her soft stomach and thighs as her spine bows and she writhes in place.
“Behave yourself, devochka,” I command, holding her wrist at her side. “I’m going to devour you. I’m going to make you scream my name.”
Hooking her gaze with mine, I reach for her leggings and slide the pair down her hips. She watches, biting her lip with a slight knit of her brows. It’s as if she’s worried. Some part of her still hasn’t let go.
She’s been reluctant anytime we’ve explored. While she wants me, there’s something holding her back.
Once her panties are gone, I pry her thighs apart and then kiss my way toward her pussy. Her thighs quiver against my mouth as I make my way toward the glistening pink center that my cock craves.
Katerina’s breathing hollows out the closer I make it. Her pussy lips are swollen and slick, folds of brown skin I swipe my tongue against. She reacts right away, her whole body writhing from the sensation.
It’s only the beginning.
I suck and lick at her pussy lips, letting my tongue flick away in between.
She’s forced to endure the torture that I inflict on her pussy using my mouth. The other ways I torture her using my hands, groping at her hips and thighs.
“Yes,” she breathes. “Right there. Just like… OH!”
Her next words turn into moans. I’ve added fingers. I’ve sucked at her clit, gentle in the most intense way.
Katerina can only squirm and pant as I dine on her pussy and taste the glistening nectar she gives.
“Look at all this fucking pussy juice,” I growl. “Do you know how good you taste, devochka? Ya mogu imet’ tebya navsegda? * .”
Any reservations she has melt away as pleasure takes over.
I watch her loosen up firsthand. Her body relaxes even as she thrashes. Her mouth hangs open; the sounds that escape her are hoarse and breathless.
She gyrates against my face. I’m making the most of my mouth and tongue. I’m using my fingers to stimulate every part of her.
Tongue on her clit and fingers hooked inside her pussy, I feel her orgasm coming seconds before it happens.
My kitty cat arches in anticipation, then goes limp as the sensations slam into her. She cries out so freely, so unashamedly, the sound surely travels to other parts of the penthouse. I lick at her pussy until I’ve savored what I can of her taste.
My cock throbs painfully. My erection sets me on edge. I’m tense as I stroke myself and realize I’ve never been so fucking hard.
I’ve never wanted to be inside a pussy this fucking bad.
I’ve fucked my share of women—mostly prostitutes that work for the family—but Katerina is in a category of her own.
“I must be inside you, kitty cat,” I grunt. “I have to know what this sweet pussy feels like from the inside.”
She really is like a cat the way she peers up at me, eyes wide and curls disheveled. She’s flushed and warm and so turned on that I see it in her expression. The sultry look she’s taken on.
I crawl back up her body and capture her lips again. Her pussy is still on my tongue as I make her taste herself and line my cock up with her slit.
I’m no small man by any metric. I’m not only large and tall, packed with muscles, my cock is thick and long and can be challenging to fit.
But she’s slick enough that I use her pussy juices as lubrication to slot myself partially inside. It’s only a few inches and yet it’s enough to make me groan. My whole body tenses up as I hold still and appreciate the tight warmth encasing me.
Katerina’s pussy is hot. It’s a heated glove that molds itself to me the deeper I push in.
She gasps taking my inches. Her nails rake down my stomach as her gaze flicks up to meet mine.
“Does that feel good, kitty cat?” I ask, reaching between us to rub her clit. “Your pussy is stuffed with my cock. Can you take more?”
I pull out slightly only to slick more of myself inside.
It’s torture for the both of us.
I grit my teeth and swear at how her pussy naturally clamps down on me. Katerina folds her legs around me, crisscrossing them at the ankles.
We peer at each other, caught in the heat of the moment, aware how we’re about to lose control.
The last few seconds before I’m done testing the waters. I’m done trying to ease my big cock into her tight pussy.
The moment ends for what comes next—the pent up energy and feral urges that demand release. Katerina cries out as I draw back and piston forward. I go deep, my cock hitting the back of her pussy.
The first deep thrust of many. I quickly find a pace that’s hard and unrelenting.
Intense pleasure shoots up my cock and then spine. No other pussy has ever had me like this; no other pussy has ever been so instantly addictive.
So fucking good I’m questioning if I’m about to lose my mind.
I’m sheathed in soft velvet that pulses all around me. That has tiny little ridges that rub against my cock in all the right places and walls that close in on me.
My kitty cat is everything I imagined.
I fuck her pussy and fondle her bouncing tits. Her moans come out like purrs as she takes me and scratches up my back.
“My naughty kitty cat wants to mark me?” I growl, kissing her. I pull back enough to grip her throat, my hips still fast at work. “I want to mark you too.”
Katerina whimpers as I flip her over onto her stomach and spear into her from behind. My hand slams into her ass in a hard spank that leaves a vague imprint on her brown flesh. I’m deep in her pussy, picking up the pace, fucking her harder.
I’ve become a true beast. I’m lost to the adrenaline exploding from within.
The climax that I’m working toward.
But I’m not alone. Katerina’s close too. She stretches out in front of me as I pump into her.
“Bend that back and take my fucking cock,” I order, and she quivers trying to obey.
My kitty cat arches her spine, her ass bouncing against my cock. She’s coming undone before my eyes. With every deep stroke of mine, her pussy spasms. Her breaths shorten. She’s clenching fists into the bedsheets until finally she shatters.
She comes, slicking my cock in more of her juices.
I grip her ass and ride her harder, my thrusts rough and aggressive. A feral growl rumbles from my chest as I follow her over the edge.
The orgasm is so powerful, my hearing goes out. My vision grows hazy as I plant myself inside Katerina and fill her with my cum.
The room is silent except for our heavy breathing.
It takes another second to disentangle ourselves. She rolls over onto her back to peer up at me, her brown skin dewy and her lavender curls like a fuzzy cloud.
I bend over to kiss her on the mouth. “I told you I would have you. I would make you mine.”
She can’t seem to bring herself to speak. Instead, my kitty cat simply smirks, telling me all I need to know.
* ? Skazhi yemu to, chto ty skazal mne - tell him what you told me
* ? On snova napadet na menya - he will attack me again
* ? Skazhi yemu seychas ili ty razberesh’sya so mnoy - tell him now or you will deal with me!
* ? Brat - brother
* ? Chto on skazal o sem’yakh - what did he say about the families?
* ? Ty vykopal sebe mogilu - you dug your own grave
* ? Ya mogu imet’ tebya navsegda - I can have you forever