25. Yuri
TWENTY-FIVE
Yuri
Fuck, Sierra is gorgeous in that outfit. If I weren’t so aware of just how delicate our current situation is, I would pull her into a bathroom and fuck her over the counter.
As it is, I don’t keep my hand from sliding inside her dress so I can fondle her breast.
“Yuri!” Sierra hisses, glancing around.
We’re in the hallway between the grand ballroom and the bathrooms. I know I spotted others doing this exact same thing earlier, although none of them were also scouting the guard rotations and different exits.
I nuzzle Sierra’s collar and whisper, “Second hallway, first door. There’s an electronic lock on it, and a guy who patrols past it every few minutes. Think you can manage?”
She scoffs at me. “Of course I can manage. As long as you keep watch properly.”
Tucking the small electronic device she’s carrying in a place where it wouldn’t give her away under the dress hadn’t been easy, and she presses against me as she produces it from… wherever she’d been hiding it.
It’s not wet, so I guess she wasn’t hiding it in her pussy .
We meander our way to the right area, and I pull Sierra behind a nearby curtain so we can wait out the guard. I push her mask aside so I can see her beautiful face. We’re close enough that I can feel her breath on my lips.
“This is cover for us, in case somebody wonders what we’re doing,” I say just before I kiss her.
She wraps her arms around me, kissing me back, and the feeling of her body pressing against mine only ramps up my desire for her. “I think it’s pretty obvious what we’re doing,” she murmurs against my lips, and I’m not sure if she’s joking or flirting.
I get one thigh between her legs and press insistently against her cunt, the fabric of her dress draping dramatically. “Nikolai said you liked doing it in public?”
“No!” she says immediately, shaking her head. “I’m still pissed about it. So don’t get any ideas.”
“I already have ideas,” I say, smiling.
“Well, you can just stop right now,” she retorts. “Contrary to popular belief, I’m not here to be eye candy.”
“You are very, very pretty though.” I kiss her again, gently nibbling her lip to demand entrance.
I also note that the guard we’d been waiting on is walking off, which means this little makeout session has to come to an end.
I pull away from her—and her lips try to follow me. I tap her nose. “Later. Let’s go.”
Sierra hesitates only briefly before taking a step out from behind the curtain. She looks a little flustered, but her hair and makeup had been expertly done. It’s impossible to tell she was mid-makeout session just from looking at her partially-masked face.
She pulls the mask back into place. “All right. Where to?”
I lead her down the nearby hall and stop in front of the first door. The electronic lock makes it clear there’s something important behind it, but thankfully it isn’t a biometric lock. I guess Don Marino thought that would be overkill in his own house.
After a quick glance to make sure no one’s around, she works her magic with the device. “I should’ve had you hold this or put it in your pocket instead of?— ”
I’m pretty sure she’s blushing under her mask, and it makes me chuckle.
“They’d have found it in my pocket,” I point out with a smirk, even though my blood still boils remembering how the guard had touched her. She’s ours , dammit, and nobody else gets to lay a hand on her.
“Whatever,” she mutters. She goes to edge the door open, but I intercept her. Just in case anyone’s inside, I want to be the first one through it.
It’s just a simple office, complete with a massive desk and uncomfortable-looking chairs facing it. There’s an aquarium in one corner, providing a dim glow to the room, but the heavy curtains have been drawn to prevent any light from outside from entering.
Sierra follows me inside, closing the door gently behind us, and takes a deep breath as she glances at the aquarium. “So. Fish.”
“I guess everybody needs a hobby.” I get closer to the aquarium, admiring the setup. This isn’t a cheap display.
We aren’t here to appreciate the decor, though. I point to the laptop on the desk. “There you go. I’ll see if there’s anything fun hidden in the room.”
“Yep,” she says, crossing the room. She opens the laptop, her eyes scanning the screen. Her brows knit in concentration as she works between the laptop and the device she’s carrying, her expression going from irritation and exasperation to abrupt triumph. “There, you bastard,” she mutters under her breath.
I leave her to it and start casing the room. I find the hidden safe—behind a large painting with an obvious frame—but I don’t want to try my luck with cracking it. With more research and time, it should be possible, but if I fuck up, I put us all in danger.
There’s a gun hidden underneath the couch, accessible if somebody were to hide behind it. It’s even loaded. I pocket it, silently thanking Don Marino for supplying me with a weapon. Combined with the ceramic knives I have inside my boot, I’ve got a passable arsenal.
“You find anything yet?” I ask, closing in behind her. “We can’t be missing for too long. ”
Sierra huffs in annoyance. “Just give me some more time. He’s got encrypted folders he definitely doesn’t want anybody else to access.”
The dress’s design means her shoulders and back are bare. I lean down and kiss the juncture, running one hand along her arm.
She shivers, but she bats at my hand. “Hey. Trying to focus,” she says absently. “I’m never going to get anything done with you touching me like that.”
I move my hand from her arm down to her breast, where the brand is. I trail my fingers over the slightly harder lines of the scar, the silhouette of the raven that is the Voronkov namesake.
“Don’t mind me,” I whisper.
She’s taken off the mask to get a better look at the computer, and it makes it easier to see her flushed cheeks. She’s not unaffected by this — by our makeout session, apparently — and she makes a soft noise as my hand slides down to her barely concealed breast.
“Yuri…” she quietly pleads. “We don’t have time.” She gestures to the laptop. “I need to get this sorted before someone comes in here.”
She does.
But we’re relatively safe here. The guards aren’t going to come in to check on us.
“I could get you off in five minutes,” I say, blowing softly against her ear.
A soft whimper escapes her, and she bites her bottom lip. “That’s a pretty arrogant statement. What do I get if you can’t manage it?”
“The dissatisfaction of being right and being left on the edge?” I slide my hand underneath her dress, down to the g-string she’s wearing. Anything else would have been visible through the fabric.
“That doesn’t sound very nice for me,” she says, her voice a little wobbly. “I think I should get something better than that when you fail.”
“Yeah? What do you want?” I get two fingers on her pussy, seeking out her clit and rubbing insistently.
“I… Um… rain check,” she says. “Damn it, Yuri, Konstantin is goin g to be so—” Her breath hitches as my fingers glide over her clit. “…so pissed if… if we get interrupted before I find anything.”
“He would be,” I agree. I suck on her neck, wondering if I have the time to leave a truly visible mark. “Imagine him bending you over his lap. He’d probably make me watch him spank you. Force me to watch and not touch.”
Another whimper, and she grabs the desk to steady herself. “No one is spanking me,” she says, but her breath stutters anyway. “But it would serve you right not to… not to get to touch me.” She arches her back, and I can tell it isn’t even going to take five minutes to get her off. I want to plunge into her hot, wet pussy so fucking badly.
My cock presses insistently against my slacks, and I don’t know how I wasn’t half hard all evening with how fucking sexy Sierra looks in this dress.
“Get up,” I say. “Bend over the desk. I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll come in ten seconds flat.”
“What?” she asks, shaking her head. “What is with you and Nikolai wanting to fuck me in public? No. We don’t have time, Yuri!”
“We’ll have less time if you fight me,” I point out. “And don’t you want me to fill your pussy? I bet you’re clenching already, waiting for me to get deep inside you.”
“Then I’ll be dripping with your cum everywhere because this g-string isn’t keeping anything in there,” Sierra hisses.
Somehow, that does not change my mind. My cock pulses at the thought of her trying to keep my cum inside instead of letting it trail down her inner thighs. I groan, pushing her into place.
For all her protests, she doesn’t fight me as I push her into place, shoving the dress up around her waist and unbuttoning my slacks. I can’t wait any longer. The second my cock is free of my pants, I’m inside of her, pounding into her.
She makes needy, desperate little noises. I don’t think even two minutes go by before her quivering gets more intense, and her entire body shudders with the force of a delayed climax as her cunt clenches around my cock.
I thrust harder, chasing her warmth and the amazing sensation of her inner walls rippling against my cock. I come only seconds later, the urgency and public nature of it all slamming into me.
Fuck.
I stand there, breathing hard, as I come down from the orgasm. Sierra’s small gasping breaths fill the room.
“It’d be funny if we left a giant cum stain on his desk chair,” I say raggedly.
“Don’t you dare,” she says, her voice just as wobbly. “That’s leaving DNA.” She draws in a deep breath. “Fuck. Okay. I need to clean up before I make a mess.”
She squeezes her legs together, going back to the laptop, but her hands are trembling.
“Yeah.” I spot a tissue box on the coffee table by the sofas, and I grab a few to wipe myself. I pass the box to Sierra and finish tucking myself away.
There’s a stack of papers on the coffee table too, a spreadsheet printed with names. The date on it is from a few days ago.
Sierra cleans up and sets the used tissue on the desk table. “We should take these along so there’s no evidence we were ever here.”
“Yeah,” I agree, distracted.
I leaf through the papers, and I realize the names are a guest list. The guest list for tonight’s event.
I get to the V’s, and even scouring all of those names, there’s no Konstantin Voronkov.
Kyran Winters is on the list, though. Silvano Cresci too.
I remember Kotya’s warning, and I look over to Sierra.
“Okay, despite all your attempts to sabotage me, I found the files,” Sierra says. “I’m transferring them now.”
“Sierra…” My voice is completely flat. “When did the invitation arrive for Kotya?”
She blinks at me, looking puzzled until her eyes land on the sheets of paper. Her voice is steady when she says, shrugging, “I don’t know. A few days ago? When I told him about it.” Her eyes, though… Those give her away.
“You told him about it,” I repeat. “You gave him the invitation. But why did you have any mail for him in the first place?” I look down at the list. “This is dated a week ago. The RSVP status is already there. Invitations went out long before that.”
“What are you trying to get at here, Yuri?” she asks. “An invitation came in the mail. I gave it to him. Why are you acting like that was so weird? He didn’t think so.”
The non-answer is just as telling as if she’d outright told a lie.
“The invitation didn’t arrive by mail.” I take a step closer to her, and I wish I hadn’t just fucked her. “Kotya wasn’t invited at all.”
She set us up.
Don Marino wasn’t setting the trap—Sierra was.
The anger crashes into me, just as strong as when I’d been set up thanks to her.
“You snake,” I growl, reaching out to grab her.
She dodges my grasp.
I expect her to say something, to try to defend herself, but instead, she sprints for the door. I don’t really know how she manages to get ahead of me in those heels, but she gets out of the room before I can grab her.
Like the little rabbit Nikolai so fondly calls her, she sprints away.
I curse and chase after her, not caring that the door slams loud enough to alert somebody. I chase her down the hall, but she’s gone.
The rage is palpable, making my vision hazy.
And underneath all that rage, I feel the familiar hurt.
She was playing me.
She’s been playing me this whole time.
I grimace and wipe my eyes. I need to find Nikolai and Kotya to warn them.
When we get our hands on Sierra again…
I’m going to make her fucking regret all the pain she’s caused me.