Chapter 21 Sergei #2
Shifting her hips back, she met my every thrust, grinding her warm, wet heat against my cock.
When I slammed against her, I could feel her muscles contracting all around me as her second orgasm started to take hold.
My body grew rigid as my release inched its way through me.
Her head fell back as she cried out, “Oh my God, Sergei! I’m coming! ”
I fisted my hand in her long hair, giving it a gentle tug, as I thrust forward, driving inside her once again. She was so fucking hot, so tight, and it was all too much. Damn. I couldn’t imagine a better feeling. I drew back and slammed into her again, taking her harder and deeper.
“Fuckkk!” I shouted out as my throbbing cock demanded its release. My fingers dug into her hips as I finally let go, coming inside her.
We both stilled, fighting to catch our breaths, and after several moments, our heartbeats began to slow.
I slowly withdrew, and after I’d taken care of the condom, we both settled on the sofa.
Lina reached for the blanket, then eased it over her before inching up next to me. “Is it always like this with you?”
“Like what?”
“Like a roller coaster that never slows down.”
“You say that like it’s a bad thing.”
“Oh, it’s not. It’s the farthest thing from it,” she scoffed. “Sex with you is incredible. Hot. Sexy. And tingly.”
“Tingly?”
“It’s a good thing. Trust me.” She let out a long, deep breath. “I’ve never had tingly before.”
I ran my fingers through her hair as I whispered, “I can’t make any promises, but I’ll do my best to keep tingly on the table.”
“That would be good. Very, very good.”
I chuckled, then eased the blanket back and got up. “I’m going to make us something to eat.”
Lina’s brows furrowed. “You’re going to cook?”
“I cook all the time,” I scoffed. “Or are you forgetting all the times I made you toast and eggs for breakfast?”
“So, you’re making us toast?” she teased.
“I was thinking of something more along the line of pancakes, but if toast is what you want…”
“Oh, pancakes sound amazing.”
“I thought so, too.” I pulled on my boxers, then started for the bedroom. “Just give me ten minutes.”
“Let me know if you need a hand.”
“I won’t.”
I slipped on some pajama pants and ran my fingers through my hair before making my way into the kitchen.
After a quick glance in the pantry, I started gathering everything I needed to make Lina the best damn pancakes she’d ever had.
I had to dig around for a bit to find the mix, but I found it and some syrup behind the soup cans.
I might’ve had to read the directions a time or two, but after some trial and error, I managed to get the right consistency.
The first round hit the pan and immediately started to burn. I had it too hot, so I turned down the temp and flipped them, hoping for a miracle. No such luck. They were black on one side and gooey in the middle.
“Shit.”
I dumped them in the trash and tried again.
The second batch wasn’t pretty, but they weren’t burnt to a crisp either.
By the third, I’d found my rhythm, and I had a full stack by the time Lina came trailing into the kitchen.
She was wearing my dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up and buttons low, and she looked incredible.
When she saw the stack of pancakes, she smiled and sassed, “Wow. I’m impressed.”
“And to think you doubted me.”
“Never again.”
“I’m going to hold you to that.”
I made her a plate and even added butter and syrup before putting it in front of her. She grabbed her fork, and, after a big bite, she smiled and said, “Oh, my. These are really good.”
“Don’t get used to it. I peaked at pancakes.”
She glanced over at the burnt remains in the trash and gave me a grin that hit harder than any compliment she could give.
She continued to eat while I made a plate of my own.
I was just about to sit down next to her when my phone started to ring.
At first, I ignored it, but then it rang again and again.
Frustrated, I picked it up from the counter and answered, “Yeah.”
“Hey, Boss. You need to get down here,” Jenson replied with urgency. “Now.”
“What’s going on?”
“We’ve got visitors.”
“We get visitors all the time. What’s the urgency?”
“They’ve been here before.” There was something in his tone that made my chest tighten. “But tonight, they’re not just snooping around… They’re asking for you, and they aren’t leaving until they see you.”
“I’m on my way.” I ended the call and started for the bedroom. “I have to go.”
Before she had a chance to ask what was going on, I charged into the bedroom and started changing my clothes.
My pulse was steady, but my mind was running wild with names and possible problems. In a matter of seconds, I was dressed and pulling on my shoes.
I was slipping on my belt when Lina stepped into the doorway.
“Is everything okay?”
“Don’t know yet.” I stepped over to her and kissed her on the forehead. “I’ll call Bog and send him back up.”
Without saying anything more, I brushed past her and out the door. I wasted no time getting to my car, and in a matter of minutes, I was pulling up to the casino. I jumped out of the car, and my guard already had the door open and waiting for me when I reached the front.
Inside, I walked in to find Viktor and Jenson standing next to two men I’d not officially met, but I knew all about. I’d looked into them months ago when Lev called to warn me that I had some unwelcomed interest in the casino. When I caught them on camera, I had Jenson look into them.
The first was Rolan Sidorov.
He was short and round with thick shoulders and an even thicker neck.
He was built for breaking bones, not making deals.
He’d spent years running errands for higher ups, doing their dirty work without ever earning a seat at the table.
His small, close-set eyes darted around the room, assessing the room and everyone in it.
And then there was his buddy, Timur Vasiliev. He was younger and thought his tailored suits and polished boots made him someone worth noticing. But underneath, he was still just the muscle for the man giving the order.
They hadn’t been around in weeks. I thought that meant they’d come to their senses and moved on, but clearly, I was wrong. When they spotted me, they lifted their chins and straightened their stances, trying to make themselves look more intimidating. It was almost laughable.
I didn’t break my stride as I walked passed them and ordered, “Office.”
Viktor and Jenson stepped in behind them, and without a word, the four followed me upstairs. Once we were inside the office, I closed the door and faced them. “What’s this about?”
Rolan took a step forward and gave me a smile like a dog baring its teeth. “We have a proposition for you.”
“I’m not interested in anything you have to offer.”
“I think you’ll be interested in this.”
“I doubt it, but let’s hear it.”
“We’re offering your VIPs an exclusive opportunity.” He adjusted his cuff like he was a car salesman with a deal that couldn’t be missed. “A chance to purchase their very own personal servant… one who will meet any need. No limits. No questions.”
My blood ran cold and hot at the same time.
I knew exactly what they were talking about.
These servants weren’t up for auction by choice. These were women and children who’d been trafficked and branded as property. I stepped in front of him and growled, “Not happening.”
Timur’s mouth twitched like he’d been waiting for my response. Rolan only tilted his head and pushed, “You might want to rethink that.”
“I don’t need to rethink a goddamn thing!” I roared. “Get the hell out of my office!”
Rolan’s expression didn’t change, but the room suddenly felt heavy. He twisted his shoulder, popping his back, and Viktor moved behind him, watching and waiting. Rolan looked me dead in the eye. “We know about the girl.”
My pulse stopped and my jaw dropped ever so slightly.
It was enough.
He saw it. The flicker. The weakness.
“There are people who would be very interested to know she’s alive and well. They would also be interested to know that she was with you.”
“Was?”
Ignoring me, he continued, “I get it. She’s a beautiful woman. Quiet and well-trained. She knows how to keep her mouth shut and head down.”
“A woman like her is rare. She’ll bring a high dollar.” An evil smile crept over his smug face. “You really shouldn’t leave a woman like her home alone.”
Fuck.
They had her.
Something inside me snapped. It was fast and sharp, and I felt it to my core.
It wasn’t fear. It was something older. Something familiar, cold and dark.
It was that feeling I got right before I placed a blade at a man’s throat and dragged it across his flesh.
It never really left me. It was always there, simmering below the surface, and at that moment, it was itching to take these two assholes out.
As much as I wanted to rip his fucking throat out, I had to keep my need for blood in check. I had no choice. They had Lina, which complicated things. But it wouldn’t stop me.
I would end them.
I would end them all, but first, I had to find a way to get her back.
For now, I had no choice but to say, “Fine. I’ll do it.”