6. Konstantin
SIX
Konstantin
I’m in the middle of sanding the surface of the scuffed dresser when my phone rings. My phone, sitting on the small table next to me, shows the call coming from an unknown number.
I should just ignore them, but it’s hard to know what calls are important. Whoever’s calling is lucky I wasn’t using the power sander, though, or else I wouldn’t have heard them at all.
I set the sandpaper aside and wipe my hands before I accept the call.
“Da?” I say, setting the phone to speaker. Depending on who’s calling, I can just keep working on restoring the dresser.
“This Konstantin Voronkov?” a male voice comes from the other line — male, and rough, and completely and utterly pissed off.
“Who’s speaking?” I ask. If they have my number, and they know my name, they’re probably connected to the criminal underworld somehow, but I’m not going to make things easy for them.
“Kyran Winters,” the man growls into the phone. “One of your men has someone that doesn’t fucking belong to him, and I want her back.”
Ah. Sierra’s brother, the one who’d defected.
“Kyran!” a softer voice admonishes .
Well, well. That voice, I do recognize. Silvano Cresci, head of the Cresci Family. We’d dismissed him when he’d first taken over last year, but he’d somehow managed to absorb all of the Winters Gang—and gain the loyalty of Kyran Winters—in the subsequent months.
Of course, that was around the same time Petrov got arrested. I’m not feeling particularly friendly toward the Crescis.
There’s a pause before Cresci continues, his voice tinny as though he’s put himself on speaker as well, “Voronkov. It seems you’ve been busy while I was out of town.”
“Was I?” I shake my head in amusement, though they can’t see it. “I’ve been tying up some loose ends, but I don’t see how that’s any of your business, Cresci.”
“Give me the goddamn—” Winters’ voice, but he’s almost immediately hushed.
It’s interesting. From what I understand of Kyran Winters, he’s not the type to let himself be chastised and shushed so easily, but he stops talking immediately.
“It’s my business when you kidnap one of my family members,” Cresci says. “I won’t waste either of our time by hedging around. Tell me what you want in exchange for her.”
I burst out laughing. “You think you can get her back that easily?”
“It would be nice.” Cresci whispers something I can’t discern before continuing, “Sierra Winters is worth nothing to you. If you want weapons, contacts, territory?—”
“Fuck off,” I interrupt. I pick up my phone and send a text to Nikolai. “I am keeping Sierra Winters. My men and I, we’ve taken a liking to her. She’s a nice little spitfire.”
“Taken a liking?” Winters sputters, the rage palpable in those few words. “If you’ve so much as touched her, I will rip your fucking balls off with my bare hands, Voronkov.”
“Guess you’ll have to get ready to touch a lot of balls, Winters. Although I hear you like that,” I taunt him. “Your sister looks good with her legs spread wide. ”
“You goddamn motherfucking perverted piece of shit!” Winters hollers, and I hear a small ruckus in the background.
I go back to working on the dresser while Winters and Cresci figure out what they’re actually doing. I know I wouldn’t tolerate one of my subordinates undermining me like that, even if it was regarding his sister.
Finally Cresci says, “I thought the Voronkov Bratva was above involving women and children.”
“No,” I say flatly as I brush some wood dust aside. “The ‘bratva’ does not care about your silly rules.”
As if anybody in Russia still calls it a bratva. But the Americans, they understand that term better because it means they can put us in a box.
The door to my workshop opens, and Nikolai walks in with Sierra in tow. She’s still only wearing one of my shirts, and her hands are cuffed in front of her.
I quirk my brows when I see the cuffs, and Nikolai shrugs.
“What?” Sierra asks, exasperated. “First the cuffs, now dragging me in here—” She stops when she sees the phone, eyeing it warily.
It’s too late, though. Winters has caught on. “Sierra! What are you doing to her?”
“Kyran?” Sierra says, her voice trembling.
“She’s alive,” I say. “Which you should be grateful for, Winters, after what your fucking family did to us. Petrov, he doesn’t like prison.”
“Sierra, are you okay?” Winters asks.
To my utter surprise—and satisfaction—Sierra looks to me instead of instantly responding.
“She’s fine,” I answer. “Well-fed, well-rested, and having a good time with us. Isn’t that right?”
“Fuck off,” Sierra mutters, but she doesn’t go into a tirade about what we’ve done to her.
“You’ll be returning her to us,” Cresci answers smoothly. “Petrov isn’t enjoying prison, but, and I quote you, at least he’s alive.”
I bark out another laugh. “You think your empty threats matter? No. You do anything, we kill her. Petrov dies? She dies. You try to rescue her? She dies.” I smile at Sierra. “But tell you what. We can do business. As long as we are friends, your pretty little sister doesn’t have to suffer. We might even let her go back to her classes. Education shouldn’t be wasted, after all.”
“And that’s supposed to be good enough?” Winters demands. “Business isn’t more important than blood.”
“It’s definitely more important than blood,” Nikolai says with an ugly little laugh. “Don’t you know how we do things in Russia?”
Like he doesn’t know just how much things have changed in the past few decades since the fall of the Soviet Union.
I mute the phone while Winters curses loudly and look at Sierra. “How much do you love your brother, Sierra? Because if he comes after us, he will die. I hear you don’t have that much family left.” I give her a dark grin. “And after he dies, we will pick off the rest of your family, one by one. I will delight in torturing them in front of you. Have you ever heard tortured screams?”
Her expression turns bleak, and she hugs her arms against her chest.
“I don’t know how to tell him not to,” she says, but her voice is flat, dull. “He’s not a dog I can call off.”
“But maybe he will be a dog I put down,” I answer. I press the button on my phone to unmute it. “Your choice, Cresci. Mutual benefits, or we completely annihilate the remaining Winters family.”
“Kyran. Kyran!” Sierra says over the sound of Winters bitching and cursing.
Her brother stops yelling long enough to listen to her.
“Kyran, Jesus Christ, you’re going to get us both killed. Listen to him, all right?”
“What?” Winters sounds utterly incredulous. “No. I’m not… This isn’t going to be another situation like?—”
“No, it’s not,” she cuts him off, gritting her teeth. She tries to yank away from Nikolai, but he holds her against him. His hand starts to slide down her stomach, and she squirms but otherwise ignores it. “Which is why you’re going to back off. I can handle myself, all right? Silvano, please talk him down before he starts a fucking war. ”
“I would argue that it wasn’t us who started this,” Cresci says, but he sighs. “Mutual benefits, and we get regular updates from Sierra. She will be going back to her classes.”
It’s cute that he thinks he can dictate that.
“Great,” Sierra says flatly. “Look, I made the choice to come with them.”
Winters scoffs.
“I did!” she protests.
“Which is why she isn’t already dead,” Nikolai adds helpfully.
“You see?” I say. “No need to get violent. After all, we are all friends here, right?”
“Apparently so,” Cresci answers. “If we’re friends, I’d love to arrange a meeting. We can discuss some mutually beneficial business agreements.”
I’m sure he would. Rumors, and our own dealings with him, have said that Cresci prefers to avoid bloodshed.
“We’ll see. My schedule is very full right now,” I answer. “But perhaps next month, I might be able to fit you in.”
I hang up on them before they can answer.
“Your brother,” I say to Sierra. “He switched loyalties very easily. Was he too cowardly to run your family after the feds swooped in?”
Sierra bristles, and I notice Nikolai’s hand has slid under the shirt. It’s on her stomach, with the shirt she’s wearing now lifted high enough to reveal her cunt. She’s not wearing underwear, of course. “He’s not a goddamn coward,” she snaps. “Not everyone wants to be in charge of an entire organization. And I bet someone like Nikolai here couldn’t manage it if he tried.”
Nikolai’s hand slides up, and he pinches one of her nipples hard enough to make her yelp.
“Nikolai does fine as my second-in-command,” I answer. I glance back at my unfinished dresser, but I don’t think I can concentrate on the work anymore. “You know, Yura will be coming home tomorrow.”
Sierra is intelligent enough to look wary at that — if not downright afraid. “And what does that mean for me?” she asks carefully .
“That you get to deal with one very angry Russian.” Nikolai chortles, but it doesn’t sound quite sincere. He’d told me about how Yuri had reacted to finding out we’d claimed Sierra.
I refuse to feel guilty about it though. He doesn’t decide what we do. I’m the one in charge. If he has a problem with Sierra, well, he can tell it to my face when he gets out.
“How does your search go?” I ask Sierra. “I was told you complained about the equipment we gave you.”
“Because it was subpar,” Sierra says. “The processing speed might’ve been worth something six years ago, but now?” She shakes her head. “You can’t just give me a piece of shit laptop and expect me to work miracles. You absolutely have the money to buy me a good desktop computer.” She looks at me, as though daring me to argue.
“You do not need a better computer. Just figure out your papa’s passwords.” I glance back at the phone. “Perhaps your big brother knows? Should I drag him here and torture him to find out?”
Her expression flashes with something between fury and fear, and I find that I like that look on her face. “A new computer would make things much quicker, all right? It…”
I glance at the unfinished dresser, then reach for one of the pieces of plywood resting against the side. I pick it up and take it to the tablesaw, then put on a facemask. The saw buzzes loudly when I turn it on.
“What are you doing?” Sierra asks, her voice quivering.
Nikolai laughs beside her.
I look over my shoulder at her. “One of the drawers is faulty. I am making a new base for the drawer.” I chuckle darkly. “Or do you think I should put something other than wood underneath my saw?”
“No!” she says. “Look, I’m doing the best I can, and I’m good at what I do, but the laptop is seriously a piece of shit. It barely runs the software I need.”
I ignore her and finish cutting the piece of plywood down to size. Once that’s done, I set it aside, turn the saw off, and take off the mask. My hands are covered in sawdust, but I walk over to her and grip the bottom of the shirt.
Nikolai grins and angles Sierra so she’s directly between us.
I pull the shirt up, revealing more of her body to me. Nikolai has one arm around her waist and the other hand on her breast. He’s more tanned than she is, and I like the contrast of their skin tones.
She squirms and tries to pull away from Nikolai, but his grip is strong.
“I am not going to give you access to high end equipment until you have proven you’re trustworthy,” I tell her.
“I can’t prove I’m trustworthy if I have third-rate equipment,” Sierra says, a little breathless from the exertion of trying to break free of Nikolai’s grasp. “You’re asking too much. Demanding too much.”
“Then I suppose you really are only good for one thing,” I say. I glance at Nikolai and hold up my gloved hands. “My hands are dirty, and we don’t want the poor girl to get splinters. You’ll have to hold her up for me.”
“Need me to get your button and zipper too?” Nikolai grins at me. “I can get you all sorts of prepared so you’re ready to just shove it in.”
Sierra shudders, but she keeps her mouth tightly closed.
I take Sierra’s bound hands and place them over my fly. “I’m sure you can manage to get my cock out even with your hands like that. You must have some manual dexterity, typing away all day.”
“Also carpal tunnel and probably premature arthritis,” she says, but the sassiness I know she’s going for isn’t quite there. “But I can probably just jack you off.” She undoes my fly anyway, already resigned to what’s going to happen, but I pretend to think about it for just a moment.
“You can get me hard, then we will have Nikolai hold you for me,” I tell her. “We’ll have you wide open for me. I will pound into you, get you very, very filthy.” I laugh. “Better hope Nikolai’s been keeping up with his weight training.”
Nikolai snickers. “I can hold her up for longer than you can fuck her,” he boasts .
“No,” Sierra says. “I’m not in the mood.”
“I don’t think that matters,” I respond easily. I grip one of her wrists and place her hands over my cock. “Pull me out. Get me nice and hard.”
I can see the argument forming on her lips, but she must be thinking of the threats we’d made to her precious brother.
She obeys me, using her bound hands to pull my cock out of my pants and briefs.
“I am going to fuck you,” I tell her. “Right now, you are clean and safe. But if this doesn’t work out, I will have to find a surface to bend you over.” I gesture around my workshop. All the available surfaces are either covered in sawdust or have various dangerous tools on them. I see Sierra’s eyes going to the tablesaw. “Oh, is that what you want? You want to play dangerously?”
“No!” she says immediately. “No. I’m behaving, aren’t I?” Even though she doesn’t want to be, and that much is clear.
It’s almost too easy. A casual threat to her mother or her brother, and she falls into line just like that.
Sierra awkwardly takes my cock into her bound hands and starts moving up and down along the shaft. I groan at the sensation, and while she does that, I lean in closer so I can nip the side of her neck.
She shudders with revulsion, but that only gets me harder.
Nikolai runs his hands down her bound arms, then along her chest. “Maybe I can’t hold her up. Maybe we should put her down next to the table saw. While it’s running. Yura would like that.”
I laugh, because Yuri really would like that. He is definitely the kind to run head-first into danger. Sometimes I wish he would think first, but his bravado is one of the things I like about him. “He’d be very upset if he discovered we did that without him. We’ll save it for when he’s here.”
Sierra’s already pale cheeks seem to get even paler. She seems to realize that we aren’t really joking, but by this point, I’m fully hard. I notice that Sierra’s movements are speeding up, and I think she’s trying to get me off before I can fuck her. I’m not some teenager who can’t control himself, though.
I grab Sierra’s knee and lift her leg up. “Here, Nikolai. Hold onto her so we can get her at the right height for me. Let’s put all your gym hours to the test.”
“Yeah, I don’t really want to be plucking splinters out of her ass,” Nikolai says. “Up we go!” He lifts Sierra with ease. “Spread your legs wide, zaya. This isn’t nearly the most adventurous thing we could do with you.”
Sierra reluctantly spreads her legs, though she squirms as Nikolai gets her into a better position for me to fuck her. As long as he doesn’t drop her, it’ll be like having her braced against a wall — except a whole hell of a lot more fun.
I smirk at her. “Maybe you want to wrap your arms around my shoulders. For stability.”
“How am I supposed to do that, fuckwad?” Sierra asks, holding up her bound hands.
I take those slender arms of hers and raise them up, then step close enough that she’s forced to settle them on my shoulders. My cock slides against her cunt.
“Hmm. We forgot to prepare her,” I say, pulling the gloves off. Then I reach down to rub at her clit, making her squirm. “How long did you say you could hold her for, Nikolai?”
“I could hold her for as long as I need to,” Nikolai says, his hands gripping her thighs to keep her up. “I don’t know that I want to hold her forever.”
“Just get it over with,” Sierra says.
I rub a little more insistently, watching Sierra’s expression closely. She squeezes her eyes shut while she tries to deny herself pleasure, but her face gets red and her breathing gets faster.
When I trail my fingers lower, I feel how wet her hole is.
“I’m a gentleman,” I say with amusement. “I want to make sure our little rabbit enjoys herself.”
“A gentleman?” she asks, incredulous. Her voice is breathless, though, and she’s far from unaffected. “You expect me to believe any of you are… are gentlemen?”
It doesn’t matter what she says. She’s still getting wet.
I line my cock up against her hole and thrust in. The force has Nikolai stumbling back a pace, and I glare at him. “Stay still. I can’t fuck her if you move too much.”
“I’m not a brick wall,” Nikolai grumbles. “You fuck her that hard, and I’m going to move a little.”
“Can someone worry about my discomfort for a minute?” Sierra asks, and I can feel her fingers squeezing into fists at the back of my neck.
“No,” I say at the same time Nikolai scoffs. I grip Sierra’s ass and lift her just a bit higher before sliding into her again, slightly more gently.
Nikolai grunts, but this time, he stays in place.
“What part of her do you want when I’m done?” I ask Nikolai as I begin moving.
“Well, I’m not as into sloppy seconds as you are,” he drawls. “But I’ll be a… gentleman and allow Yura to have her ass first. Or maybe I should let him have her mouth first? What do you think he’d prefer?”
He meets my eyes, and I can tell he’s thinking about Yuri’s strange reaction to finding out about us taking and fucking Sierra.
“Neither,” Sierra interjects.
I squeeze her ass hard, but I ignore her complaint. “Take whatever you want from her, and Yura will take the other. He will enjoy having you or me taking her at the same time.”
“I’ll let him choose,” Nikolai finally says, and I can tell there’s more to that decision than what he’s saying aloud. But it’s none of Sierra’s business, and Nikolai’s decisions tend to be sound enough.
I focus on thrusting into her, on enjoying the sensations as she clamps down on my cock. I think she’s trying to keep me out, but there’s nothing she can do, especially not like this.
I bite down on the bare skin of her collar, sucking and nipping until I know she’s going to have a mark. I’m sure our hands are leaving bruises, too, and her cunt will be completely wrecked when I’m done with her.
Fuck, that image is so hot. I grunt and move my hands so I’m bearing more of Sierra’s weight .
“Touch her clit,” I tell Nikolai. “I want to feel her come around me.”
Nikolai chuckles even as Sierra shakes her head. She’s trembling, but she’s so damn tight around me that I know if she comes, it’ll be like a vise around my cock.
I’ll get to see her face red with humiliation. She’ll probably cry, too.
Nikolai reaches down to toy with her clit, and while the position is awkward at best, it’s enough to make Sierra whimper and shake her head desperately.
“Why fight it?” I ask her, kissing the side of her jaw. “It’ll feel good. Relax and enjoy yourself.”
“I don’t want to feel your definition of good.” I can hear the feeble attempt at a growl in her voice, at something other than pleasure, but she’s going breathless. Nikolai has a magic touch with women, and while he usually only uses it with willing women, it doesn’t mean Sierrochka will be able to hold off.
I can feel it, too, when her body starts to tremble and react, when she starts to edge closer to climax. I lift her hips and drive her down to fully impale myself on her. Her convulsions, her warmth, send me over the edge too, and I grunt and I spill into her.
I should have used a condom. It’s been drilled into me all my life that I’m not allowed to cause the family more “drama” than I already have.
My father isn’t here though.
When my orgasm subsides—and she’s still clenching around me—I smile and lift her off me.
“You can get her from behind,” I tell Nikolai. “Hurry, while she’s still coming.”
Nikolai scrambles to get into position, and he grunts as he shoves inside of her. It’s a well-practiced dance between the two of us, and I look forward to when Yuri comes home and can join us in it once more.
Sierra lets out a mewling sound, her hands clenching into fists, and tears roll down her reddened cheeks as her own orgasm wracks her beautiful body .
I hold her steady for Nikolai, and unlike him, I don’t stumble back when he starts thrusting forcefully.
“You’re going to be so sloppy,” I tell Sierra as I nibble on her earlobe. “Absolutely wrecked and beautiful.”
“And we’re going to watch our cum dribble down your leg,” Nikolai says through her strangled gasps and moans, through the way she writhes in our arms. He leans forward and brushes his lips against mine briefly, murmuring in Russian, “Yura will love her. He will forget all about his anger.”
The anger that he’d better keep a lid on around me, because I won’t tolerate him acting out like some child simply because we continued our lives while he was in jail.
“He will love her,” I agree. My beard rubs against Sierra’s skin and I lift her high up before forcing her down onto Nikolai’s cock.
Sierra cries out, nearly screaming , as her body is wracked with even more pleasure she neither wants nor can handle. Her second orgasm seems to go on forever and ever, and it’s beautiful to see.
She is beautiful.
And she is ours.
Nikolai lets out a long groan and speeds up his pace. His eyes squeeze shut, and I recognize that expression as he releases into Sierra.
When he’s done, he stands there, panting hard, until his cock softens and he slips out of her.
A few drops of cum drip onto the workshop floor.
My arms start to feel heavy, and I laugh. “She isn’t heavy, but I think I won’t need to lift weights today.” I look over to the bench I’m still in the process of restoring. “We can set her down over there.”
Nikolai nods, and he carries her over. He sets her down with a little more force than necessary, almost like he was on the verge of dropping her, and he laughs. “Did you enjoy that, zaya?”
“No,” she whispers, tears rolling down her face.
But the dazed look on her face says otherwise.