Chapter Nine
Niko
My heart doubles in size and I swear it’s going to burst out of my chest. Fuck if she doesn’t bowl me over.
“Niko? Are you crying?”
I swipe at a tear and my neck heats. “You didn’t say I couldn’t get emotional.”
“You’re emotional?”
“Of course I am!”
“Is it a good emotion?”
How could she not know?
I flip my goddess on her back, and greedily cover her mouth with mine, trying desperately to express what I’m feeling- So much. I’m overwhelmed by this moment of raw vulnerability and it’s stirred all the suppressed dreams I’ve had of us, and they bubble to the surface, free to take life and come true. Maybe I should be freaking out, terrified and feeling claustrophobic, but I’m none of those things. I’m having an out-of-body experience, because this want, this desire so deep that I never thoughtwould come true, transforms in front of me. It’s surreal.
Our tongues collide, tasting each other like it’s the first time our lips have touched. I only pull away to lift my T-shirt over her head and toss it to the ground. I place kisses on her sweet body, sucking on each breast before traveling down her flat stomach to her inner thighs.
I finally find my words and with each kiss I promise her. “Fuck yes, baby. I’m going to be the best boyfriend. I’ll hold your hand, drown you in kisses, make sweet love to you under the stars, and tie you to this bed and fuck you until you’re delirious with pleasure. I’m going to bring you coffee in the morning and Zoyalov in the evening. I can't wait to tell you you’re messy and laugh when you pout. I’m going to admire my handprints on your perfect ass, and I’m going to tell you what a good girl you are when you’re on your knees sucking my cock.
Her mouth gapes and I open her thighs wide, licking from her tight hole, along her slick slit, to her swollen clit. She moans for more.
“That’s right. Moan for your boyfriend.”
She sinks her hands into my hair and growls, “Shut up and eat me!”
I laugh as I suck on her clit and she shudders.
I return to her inner thighs, teasing, kissing, sucking, biting, working her into a frenzy. “Niko!”
I spread her pussy lips and admire what’s mine. She jerks when I bury my face into her, breathing in her scent. My already hard cock leaks with precum, but she’s my focus. She comes first, in every sense of the word. I suck, lick, kiss, devour her like it’s my job. What a job it would be. She can pay me in her sweet mewls and moans. Fuck. If I were on Death Row, Becca Sokolov’s pussy would by my last meal. She thrusts against my tongue, and I lap her up. Her hands fist my hair as she rides my face. Damn, I might come with her and I wouldn’t be mad about it. She’s exquisite, she’s mine. Moy, Zhizn’ moya . I can tell she’s close and I graze her clit with my teeth and suck on it hard, relishing my name falling from her lips as she comes all over my face. But I’m not done. I’ll never be done. She tries to pull away but I dig my fingers into her thighs and tilt her pussy so I can continue my feast.
“Oh! Niko! It’s too much, I can’t….”
I growl, “You will. Now be a good girl and fuck my face, Printsessa .”
I press my tongue against her clit, rimming it in slow circles. Her legs shake and pretty soon she’s gasping, moaning, grinding.
“Fuck, Niko! I’m going to…”
“Damn right you are.”
Her entire body trembles as the strong current of release travels through her. This orgasm is different, maybe even more powerful, as the pleasure spirals over her wave after wave, long and languid, but equally intense. I can feel her body clench each time, and I don’t let up, needing to feel her fall into each one.
I don’t pull away until she finally lays limp, a stupid grin on her face.
I lick her taste off my beard, drenched in her juices. She sighs and murmurs, “Best boyfriend ever.”
Becca
I’m a ragdoll basking in the afterglow that blankets my body. That was otherworldly but I need to feel his cock inside me.
With hooded eyes I purr, “Are you going to keep your promise?”
“Which one, baby?”
“Fucking me?”
I don’t know how many orgasms he’s drawn out of me, but I still need him inside me, stretching me, filling me.
He laughs loudly, his grin wicked and his eyes sparkling with dark desire. I’ve never seen Niko so happy.
“I don’t think you’re in any position to taunt me, Printsessa”
“I’m not taunting. I’m desperate for you, Niko.”
“Insatiable.”
A multitude of scenarios ran through my head when I asked him to be my boyfriend. Yes, it sounds so high-schoolish, but I’ve never had a boyfriend and for once I’d like to know what it feels like. If I have it my way, Niko will be my first boyfriend, my first fiancé, and my forever husband. Him tearing up? The Bratva Butcher expressed a depth of emotion I never saw coming. And the worry that tinged his voice when he thought he hurt me. This Niko is mine and mine alone. No one else will experience him like this. Caring, sweet, vulnerable. It makes me fall in love with him all over again.
This is my fairytale.
His blown out eyes grow molten and his evil smile should frighten me, but it doesn’t, it thrills me. I’m all in with Niko Petrova.
“I keep my promises, Printsessa and I promised to tie you to this bed and fuck you until you’re delirious with pleasure.”
I watch his hard inked body walk into the closet, the muscular divots in his ass are fucking glorious. He returns with a leather strap and a paddle. I can feel my pulse thrumming against my pressure points, and a bolt of pleasure streaks between my legs.
He flips me onto my stomach and spanks my ass. My moan is begging, “yes, more.”
His chuckle is wicked and dark, just like him. “My sex slave is ordering me around? That’s not how this works, Baby.”
He smacks my ass again, but this time it’s with the paddle, sparking the tinder of heat already swirling inside me. “Fuck!”
“Hurt?”
“Yes! So good.” He paddles me again, multiple times, quick and hard, causing waves of pain and pleasure. It hurts so fucking good.
He rounds the bed and takes my wrists, tying them together with the leather strap, tightened so I can’t break free, not like I want to. The tenderness of his thumb running under the leather to make sure it doesn’t cut into my skin is contradictory, proving my man is truly complex with his emotions.
I’m basically in a forearm plank but on my knees. He gently brushes my hair aside and leans in.
“Good?”
“Yes.”
“Comfortable?”
“Yes.”
“I need to be sure you’ll tell me if it’s too much. We need a safe word.”
“What about no?”
“Can’t be no, Baby. I’m going to have you screaming no, but deep down you won’t want me to stop.”
I blush and my thighs clench. “How about blue?”
“Blue it is. The second you say blue, I stop and untie you.”
I nod and his soft tone evaporates, the growl of his voice sending a shiver through me. “Don’t fucking move, do you understand?”
I nod and he smacks the paddle against my ass, making me gasp. “Answer me!”
“Yes, I understand!”
The paddle makes contact again, the pain and pleasure mixing together, creating a desperate hunger for more.
“You are mine. I own you, and as my sex slave you will call me Master.”
I’m dripping from his words. It’s so filthy hot. He paddles me two more times. “Say it!”
I make a sound somewhere between a whimper and a moan. “Master.”
“Good little sex slave.”
My heartrate doubles as he runs his finger down the center of my back, not stopping until he’s in the crack of my ass.
“You are mine. Every fucking hole is mine.”
The cool slick lubricant pours over my tight hole and he rims it with his thumb. He pulls away and I groan. I need him and everything he wants to do to me. “Please!”
He wraps his hand around my throat and twists me to face him, his starving eyes boring into me. “Bad sex slave. You get what I give you and nothing more.”
I bite my lip and nod, “Yes, Master.”
“You will look down unless I give you permission, do you understand?”
His hand releases my throat, and I turn my head down, the act of submitting to him has me dripping wet. This growing ache is almost unbearable.
I pant, “Yes, Master.”
His thumb returns to my hole and it takes everything I have to not push back against him. He slowly slips a finger in and the searing pain makes me flinch.
“Remember your safe word?”
“Yes, Master.” But I know I’ll never speak it. I want this. I want him. I need to be owned, used.
He removes his finger and walks around the room. I keep my eyes focused on the bed and my body buzzes with anticipation.
I feel him lay something on the bed and he shifts my hips to line me up with a dildo that he’s somehow secured to the mattress. He pumps two fingers in me and lubricates the vibrator in my juices.
“Are you soaked for me?’
“Yes, fuck.” My body shivers with anticipation.
“Will you be a good little slave and ride this while I finger fuck your ass?”
My words are breathless, and I feel like I’m running a marathon but I haven’t taken a step. “Jesus Christ.”
He pinches my nipple. “Not Jesus.”
“Sorry, Master.”
“I don’t think you are. I think you enjoy being punished.”
“Yes, Master.” Fuck yes punish me.
He guides me onto the dildo and it’s huge. It isn’t Niko’s glorious cock, but it still feels good. So good.
I ride my new toy but he grabs my hair and twists and tugs, sending pain to the roots.
“Did I tell you to fuck that cock?”
“No, Master.”
“You have a lot to learn, slave. Do you want to ride the dildo that looks so good stretching your pussy?”
“Very much, Master.”
“Say it.”
Courage flows from me, “Can I please ride the dildo, Master? I promise to coat it with my juices and fuck it hard for you. I want to make you happy, Master. Will watching the cock slide in and out of me make you happy, Master?”
“Fuck me.”
He removes his sweatpants and strokes his cock. “Fuck, I’m so hard for you.” Even though I’m submitting myself to him I feel emboldened by the power I have over him. He’s not as controlled as he wants me to believe. His hands shake as he presses my shoulders down, sitting me roughly onto the dildo. A moan falls from my lips.
I continue to stare at the bed, but I don’t need to look to see how worked up he is. His breathing is heavy and he’s violently stroking his cock.
“Be a good sex slave and ride that dick.”
I slide up and down the dildo and I can’t think, all I do is feel, and it feels glorious. Niko’s hand presses on my lower back and I’m so far gone that he easily slides his finger into my forbidden hole, sinking in as I ride the dildo.
“Look at you taking that while I finger your ass. I’m going to add another one, Baby. You just worry about how good that dick feels. Fuck, you’re soaking it with your greedy cunt.”
He slides two fingers into my ass and the pressure hurts for a second, but the pain quickly turns to pleasure. “Niko! Master! It feels so good.”
“Fuck me, you look so good.”
I need him. “Please!”
Any restraint he was clinging to evaporates and he quickly removes the dildo, unties me and slams his cock into me, my chest falling into the mattress. “Bec, Baby.”
I chuckle and moan as he fills me whole, “No more sex slave and master?”
“I’m always your master, but right now, it’s me and you. Niko and Becca. Now let me fuck you.”
“Yes!”
His fingers grip my hips, holding me in place as he fucks me. It’s brutal and just how I want it. I want to feel all of him, every inch. I want him to fuck me hard. I want him to break me. Every nerve in my body is awake, alive, needy. Needy for his huge cock slamming into my pussy. After so many years of one-night-stands and emptiness, he’s awakened something inside of me. A darkness, a filthy hunger for this unforgiving man.
He’s just as broken as me, but somehow our jagged pieces fuse together, the dark corners smoothing until the fractures are invisible and they're transformed into something else. Something powerful.
He wraps his large Bratva hands around my throat and squeezes lightly. My body instantly arches into him, wanting more.
“You like me fucking you with my hands wrapped around your throat.”
I can only moan. All words have left me, I’m barely coherent, wrapped up in a lustful hunger. I can feel the tight coiling in my core and I’m so close, all I can think about is chasing the release I so desperately need.
His velvety dark words vibrate deep inside me. “When you come, I’m going to squeeze tight, but trust me to give you what you need. I’ll take care of you, and when you come, you’re going to come harder than you’ve ever experienced.”
He’s already sent me to new heights each time he connects with my body. “Oh God. Yes.”
“You won’t be able to speak so hit the bed if you need me to stop.”
I manage a nod and his pace quickens with each brutal thrust, hitting me deeper each time, shooting sparks of pleasure through me. His thumb buried in my ass adds to the sensations and his palm loosely clasping my throat is a promise of what’s to come.
My orgasm is just breaths away as words tumble from my mouth, begging for more, harder.
“Niko! Oh! I’m ….”
His hands squeeze my throat, just as my orgasm hits it’s precipice, and I’m falling over the edge into a never ending orgasm. My muscles convulse around his cock as my vision blurs and white-hot bliss ripples through me. Even if he wasn’t cutting off my airway I’ve forgotten how to breath. I can feel him falling with me his roar vibrating against my shoulder and the hot pulse of his seed coats my insides. He releases my throat and I collapse on the bed with his sweaty body embracing mine. He rolls to his back but still needing skin on skin, his hand holds my hip protectively as we both gasp for oxygen.
His chest heaves, “That was amazing.”
I turn on my side so I can trace his tattoos on his glistening chest. “I’ve never wanted a prince or knight in shining armor.”
“What?”
“All those years ago when you said you couldn’t give me the fairytale I wanted. You were so wrong. This is my fairytale. A strong, powerful warrior. A tatted Russian killer who will slice my enemy without a second thought.”
“You say the word.”
I chuckle. “Someone strong enough to handle me, but who will also love me.”
“Fuck yes I’ll handle you. You have no idea.”
I roll my eyes, “I’m trying to be serious.”
He pulls me on top of him, his embrace possessive, “I am serious, Printsessa . I’m going to take you, cherish you, and possess you.”
There’s a loud knock on the door and I jump out of his arms, instantly missing him. He hisses, wrapping a sheet around himself to stomp to the door, opening it to Dharma.
“I’m sorry to bother you, but Mr. Sokolov is here to see you. He said you and Ms. Sokolov aren’t answering your phones. He’s in your office waiting.”
“Shit. Okay, tell him we’ll be right there.”
We dress quickly and I say with a pout, “leave it to my cousin to ruin all my fun.”
He pulls me into a hug. “All I want is to lay in bed and fuck you into oblivion, but we need to focus on catching your stalker, whether it’s Kira or someone else. Then, we’re going to live out this fairytale. Our fairytale.”
“Promise?”
“You have no idea.”
Niko
Sergei sits behind my desk, his scowl only wavering when he sees how well fucked his cousin looks. He stands and rounds my desk, his arms crossed, but his scowl slides into a smirk.
“So, this is why you can’t take my calls?”
Becca blushes and eyes me hesitantly, unsure how we’re going to play this. We aren’t playing period. I wrap my arm around her waist and pull her into my side.
“If by this you mean me madly in love with your cousin, yes.”
The sharp intake of her breath embraces my heart like a bear hug. I look at her flushed cheeks, swollen lips, fluttering lashes, and shimmering blue eyes. She’s never looked so beautiful.
Her whisper is only for me, “You really are the best boyfriend.”
I flash a boyish grin, “Enjoy it while it lasts, because there will be a huge diamond on your ring finger as soon as this is over.”
Her eyes widen.
“Too fast?”
“No,” She hesitates, “unless you think we should slow down.”
“As far as I’m concerned we can’t move fast enough. I’ve waited years for this. For us.”
“Wow. Okay.”
“Good, because you’re not going back to your condo. Better get use to the country.”
“I love it out here. I just didn’t want to admit it earlier.”
Sergei loudly clears his throat. “Okay, lovebirds, let’s get down to business. Ino has a lead.”
Becca asks, “Is it some Russian prick named Ivan? Kira Lebedev’s bodyguard?”
“Ivan Smirnov. Kira’s bodyguard? As in Trish and Kira? Your friend Kira?”
She snorts, “Obviously not a friend anymore.”
“Why in the fuck?”
She rolls into herself so I answer, “There’s a reason, trust us. We just need to stop her.”
Sergei examines Becca’s face before relenting. “Fine. What do you suggest?”
“She’s been texting Becca, trying to figure out her location, but Becca has evaded answering.”
Becca adds, “She asked me to lunch yesterday but I turned her down. I was thinking I’d invite her to the distillery to taste the new Zoyalov flavor.”
“You think she’ll bite? More so, do you think she’ll bring her bodyguard and attempt to harm you?”
She nods.
“Good, because if she doesn’t, then we kill them both.”
Becca rolls her eyes. “You’re saying if she doesn’t attack me, you’ll kill them both, but if she does try to harm me, you won’t? That’s ass backwards.”
Sergei chuckles. “Typically, we’d kill them either way, but I’m assuming my kind cousin doesn’t want them murdered, if at all possible.”
“Of course.”
“Then I need to catch her in the act so we can bring the police in and handle it through the proper channels. One way or another she’s going down. And if it goes deeper than her and the bodyguard, I’ll wipe out her entire family.”