25. Katerina
CHAPTER 25
Katerina
If I thought being stuck inside the penthouse was bad, being confined to the factory that’s Roman’s base of operations is so much worse.
A sigh rolls out of me on day six as I glance out the window and admire the sunlit grounds. Roman’s been busier than ever, presumably handling the fire situation, which means I’m spending most of my time alone.
I get it from a mature standpoint. Work has gotten in the way. The conflicts are too pressing for much else.
But it doesn’t make it any easier for me when I’m confined inside a cold brick factory that’s more than a century old. The insulation is terrible and the amenities are few and far between. Unlike the penthouse, which was luxury, the factory only has the bare minimum needed to survive.
You can really tell it’s primarily been a hub for bratva operations. Not so much a place for leisure and comfort.
If I’m not in the private chambers I share with Roman, then there’s a study for me to hang out in and read books or watch TV. Every other space in the building seems to be reserved for official business.
“You may begin going on walks around the premises if you feel it will help you,” Roman tells me one night. He’s sensed my misery and come up to kiss the side of my neck. He squeezes me close as we hover before the mirror, our reflections revealing where we stand.
My brows are drawn close and my lips pressed tight, lavender curls freely framing my face. His arms encircle me, his piercing sapphire eyes glued to the mirror glass. He squeezes me from behind and bows his head so his cheek brushes against mine.
“It might help ease the isolation. Some fresh air.”
“I guess so,” I mumble. “I’ll try.”
“Devochka, it is not forever. I will have you in better accommodations soon. I will make it up to you,” he says in his thick Russian tone.
I believe him.
I know he doesn’t like having me confined to the factory. It’s no penthouse, and even he seems to recognize that, but he’s doing what’s necessary.
“Until I have a clearer picture on all that’s going on, I don’t want to risk new locations. This factory may be old, but it’s fortified. It’s more secure than a new facility would be.”
“Have you figured out who it is?”
“What have I told you, Kat? You’re not to know too much.”
“But it was a fire that burned down the penthouse! I should know who it was.”
“It’s for your protection.”
“I don’t always need to be protected, Zver. I’m strong. I’m capable. I can handle myself.”
Roman casts me a stern look, letting go of my waist. He steps away, stripping off his shirt and revealing the muscles carved on his chest. I’m not sure what’s more distracting about his body— the sheer number of tattoos he has or the many ridges of hard-packed muscle.
Many women would salivate just setting eyes on him.
I’m hot as soon as he’s stalking around our bedroom shirtless. My gaze dips to his lower half, where I know what he’s packing underneath those cargo pants.
He catches me watching him and the corner of his mouth tics sexily. “You like what you see, kitty cat? And you used to say I was wrong for watching you.”
I clear my throat, aware how flushed I suddenly am. “What do you expect walking around here shirtless?”
“Same to you when you walk around in those tight fucking leggings. Do you know how fat your ass looks?”
He changes his direction from heading to the closet to closing in on me. His thick arm slides around my hips and he pulls me up against him.
“Do you know sometimes I can make out your pussy lips?”
If my cheeks were warm before, they’re flaming now. I’m so embarrassed that I gasp and push at his chest. “I don’t have cameltoe!”
“If that’s what you want to tell yourself. I know the truth.”
He grins down at me as I wiggle in his hold, torn between being embarrassed, amused, and turned on all at once. He doesn’t let me go, instead playing up this spur-of-the-moment foreplay that’s started.
As I shove at his chest and try to free myself, he grips me tighter and pulls me closer. He drops his head and presses kisses everywhere he can.
All over my neck and face.
“Don’t worry, kitty cat,” he teases, nipping at my throat. “I love your fucking cameltoe. It reminds me how fat and juicy that pussy really is.”
One thing leads to another, and next thing I know, I’m butt-naked on the bed. Roman’s tossed me down and ripped off my clothes. He holds me down as he licks his way over my body. His tongue works its magic. Shivery sparks tingle across my skin at the feel of his warm, wet tongue.
I try to twist and jerk my way to freedom, but it’s no use—Roman’s too encompassing.
He’s consuming me whole, licking his way down my naked body and wrenching my thighs far apart.
The dark glint in his gaze tells me I’m soaked and he’s hungry.
I scream as his mouth reaches my pussy and he takes his first taste. His tongue flicks at my clit, his lips pursing to suckle.
Pleasure mounts like a volcano about to explode. I’m panting, my body arching against him.
It’s like my soul is being sucked out of my body. Roman’s literally sucking the life force out of me and there’s not a damn thing I can do about it but shudder and moan.
Hot tingles radiate from my pussy through the rest of me. He rubs his entire face against my pussy, beard and all. The rough friction adds just the right twinge of pain to the cascading mountain of pleasure.
I break apart for him with a strangled whimper. I grope a breast in one hand and clench the sheets with the other, so out of it I feel like I’m spinning.
I’m given almost no time to come down.
I’m flipped over and contorted until my ass is up and he’s spearing into me from behind.
His huge monster dick sinks in and my tender pussy erupts on that alone.
A second immediate orgasm that nearly destroys me.
Except it’s a precursor to Roman doing it—destroying me with his hard and brutal thrusts that rock me to my core. In true beastly fashion, he plows into me from behind with no mercy. No sense of soft affection.
Just raw lust. Just wild and untamed arousal that drives him.
My throat aches from my screams as I fist the sheets and take his huge dick.
He’s sooo big. Yet feels sooo good.
My pussy squelches, dripping juices while gripping him at the same time. I’m close to a third orgasm when I bury my face in the pillows and bite down hard.
But Roman doesn’t like it when I run from his dick. When I muffle my screams and whimpers.
He grips my throat from behind and forces me up. My spine bends, body now on all fours as we crash into each other.
It’s rough in the best way possible. I’m seconds away from coming when Roman throws me into another position, slamming back into me and squeezing bruises into my flesh.
He forces my mouth to kiss and shoves his tongue past my lips.
Making it impossibly clear that I’m his pet. I’m his to punish and pleasure.
My third orgasm ignites me in the most intense, tingly wave yet. I feel my pussy clamp down on his huge dick as it hits me and my body goes rigid.
Roman’s hips pick up their pace. He fucks me harder ’til he can’t possibly stand the wet heat of my pussy any longer. He pulls out at the very last second and spills on my belly, the splashes of cum like creamy milk on my brown skin.
He seems to like the look of it as he huffs ragged breaths and stares down at his handiwork. The mess he’s made of me.
I smile blearily up at him. “I miss my collar.”
A growl rumbles out of him as he leans over me and presses a kiss to my lips. “Soon, kitty cat. I’ll buy you a new one… and other toys too.”
It’s only the beginning of our night. He whisks me off the bed and takes me for a shower, where he bathes me and makes it clear he’s making up for lost time.
All the hours he’s been working and leaving me alone as of late.
I appreciate every second, so safe with him I wonder if I ever do want to leave.
If it ever could be more than just captivity. If we ever could be like any other couple…
Roman lets me make more phone calls to Rosita. I’m still required to be around someone while placing the call, though it winds up being his chef Edik, who barely knows a lick of English.
“Fozzil died,” Rosita says. “He couldn’t overcome his injuries. Finch and JC are devastated.”
My stomach clenches at the grim news. “That’s… that’s terrible. I was hoping he’d pull through.”
“I’m still worried about you, Kat,” Rosita sighs. “Why won’t you give me any details to your whereabouts?”
“I’ve told you. It’s complicated. But just know I’m alright.”
“So complicated guys are coming looking for you?”
I frown and glance over my shoulder. Edik’s busy flipping through a culinary magazine. “What guys are looking for me?”
“Not sure who they are. But they’re Russian.”
“Russian?” A chill passes over me, and I grip the phone tighter. “Why would anyone Russian…”
“Kat, what have you gotten yourself mixed up in? What am I supposed to tell them?”
“Just… just don’t answer.”
“Fuck that!” Rosita snaps, losing her patience. “And if they try roughing me up? Then what? You know your shit doesn’t just affect you! I’m involved now too!”
“I… I hadn’t thought about that. Oh man, I’m so sorry, Ros… if… if anybody fucks with you…”
I don’t even know how to finish my sentence. Would Roman be willing to get involved? Who would even be looking for me at Rosita’s apartment?
It can’t be Roman and his men. But it also doesn’t seem to make sense for it to be Leonid either—he already knows I’m in Roman’s custody.
The sovietnik?
Has he finally put two and two together and figured out I was involved in the kidnapping attempt? Have I finally been caught red-handed?
Roman’s ominous warning from the past replays in my ear.
He was very angry, devochka. He would have your head on a pike.
I feel sick, so sick that Rosita’s talking to me on the other end of the phone yet I’ve tuned her out.
“Hello? Hello, Kat?”
“I’m here,” I mumble. “Ros, is there anywhere else you can go stay ’til I get to talk to Rom?—”
“Who? Who’s Rom?”
“’Til I can talk to someone I’ve been staying with. I promise I’ll update you soon, okay?”
We hang up with a tension existing between us that’s never been there before.
Guilt fills me to the brim. I feel terrible for accidentally getting Rosita involved in my mess. She’s been my best friend for years and has always looked out for me, often letting me sleep on her sofa when the alternative was the street. How could I put her in harm’s way?
If someone hurt her, I wouldn’t ever forgive myself…
“Would you like to go outside for your walk?” Edik asks in broken English. He tosses aside the magazine he’s been flipping through and gives me a kind smile.
Normally, I’d return it and attempt to make small talk. I’d attempt to show off what little Russian I have learned for his opinion, but I can’t bring myself to do so today.
I’m so caught up in my head.
Maybe fresh air really will help.
“When will Roman return?” I ask.
He shrugs. “I was given no time. I am left in the dark many times. Chefs do not need much detail besides the food we cook.”
We descend the metal staircases to the ground floor where we exit through the side doors. The factory is fenced in from front to back. At the rear of the building is an old loading dock area where I’m permitted to walk.
I inhale the chilly air and make a mental note to tell Roman as soon as he gets home about what Rosita said. If need be, she can come stay with us for a while. Anything so she won’t be put in danger.
“You seem upset,” Edik observes, walking by my side. “But I am sure Zver will help fix it. I do not know what it is but I am sure.”
Edik’s words should be comforting, yet anxiety rules me every step of the way. I can’t even bring myself to answer him.
We circle the area twice with Edik telling me about what will be on the menu for tonight’s dinner.
“It will be a Russian lamb and rice pilaf soup. You will enjoy,” he says warmly. “And dumplings. Dumplings will be?—”
There’s a subdued pop that I recognize immediately as the silencer of a gun.
And then Edik drops at my side.
I scream, my pulse exploding, as I look up to find myself the next target. I’m on the receiving end of a 9 millimeter Beretta.
“JC?” I croak.
“See that break in the fence? Head toward it,” he says coldly, no life in his eyes. “You’re coming with me.”