Chapter 7 #3
“Hey, Maddie,” he says, giving me a friendly smile. “I’ve heard a lot about you.”
Aside from Vasily, he’s the only one I’ve seen wearing a wedding ring.
I tell him hi and give the others a wave before looking around the VIP section, noticing the way the tables are spaced out more, making it feel more secluded and private.
The waitresses are wearing a little less clothing up here, and they’re all as gorgeous as the woman at the entrance. Awesome.
“So where is he?” Volodya asks.
Valeri nods toward the dance floor. “They’re in the corner near the hallway to the bathrooms.”
When a waitress comes over, Volodya waves her away without even sparing her a glance. She looks as stunned by it as I am.
“I could use a drink,” I mutter. Valeri gives me a wink and passes me his shot of vodka. I down it before Volodya can snatch it away. “Thanks.”
Valeri laughs, ignoring his brother’s angry look.
The men start speaking in Russian, so I tune them out and people watch.
The VIP section is raised, so it gives me a pretty good view of the area beneath us.
Even with the low lighting, I can see how packed the place is, and more people keep coming in.
A loud squeal of laughter draws my attention to a group of women down by the bar.
One of them is having salt licked off their chest by a very happy man who then throws back a shot.
I suck in a quick breath when I feel Volodya’s mouth against my ear. “Look to your right. Do you recognize any of them?”
My eyes strain to make out any details of the men in the far corner, but it’s too dark, and it’s hard to focus with the heat of his breath hitting my earlobe. “I can’t see them well enough.”
Without a word, he stands and wraps his hand around my upper arm, gently pulling me up.
He says something in Russian to the guys before leading me back down to the main area.
We skirt around the dance floor before stopping near a table that gives us a good view of the corner where Scott is standing with some other guys.
Volodya angles his body so I’m concealed but still able to see.
“Anyone look familiar?” he asks.
I study the men. Scott is standing close to Darin and a couple of other guys that are regulars at the house. I’m about to tell Volodya there’s no one new, but right as I open my mouth, another guy walks up to Scott. He’s wearing a black hoodie and a baseball cap, but I recognize the face.
“That’s him,” I say. “That’s the guy I saw.”
Volodya gives a discreet look and then sends a quick text message. I follow his gaze and see his men step out of the VIP section before splitting up and disappearing into the crowd.
“What are you going to do?” I ask.
“Wait until he leaves and grab him.”
“Are you going to kill him?”
He lifts a brow at me. “Aren’t we a curious little kitten tonight.” Smirking at the frown I give him, he surprises me by actually giving me some details. “We just want to talk with him. He’s a supplier, a much bigger fish than Scott. He could be useful to us.”
“Thanks for telling me.”
He gives me a small nod. “Let’s get out of here.”
I turn to try and weave my way back to the front.
The crowd is even bigger than when we first walked through it, and when I hit the edge of the dance floor, I’m sucked in before I can stop it.
Within seconds there are several bodies between us.
I look back and get a flash of his angry face before I turn myself around and try to force my way through the dancing crowd.
“Excuse me,” I yell, weaving past a grinding couple.
I’m just about through the crowd when I stop dead in my tracks.
Right in front of me is my ex, dancing with Casey, the girl I’d caught him cheating on me with.
They way they’re grinding against one another makes it obvious that they’ve been keeping in very close contact.
My face heats up in shame. It doesn’t matter that I’m completely over him and that I no longer have feelings for him.
Seeing them together immediately catapults me back to that moment of catching them.
All the pain and humiliation crashes into me, freezing me in place.
Derek turns his head and meets my gaze. Before his face morphs into fake guilt, I see the truth in his eyes.
He’s happy. He fucking loves that I caught him grinding his dick into her ass.
The truth of who he is, of who he’s always been, is like a smack to the face.
It takes Casey a few seconds to realize that Derek is no longer digging his dick into the crack of her ass.
When she turns her head and I see the vicious smile start to spread across her face, I know I need to get my ass out of there.
I’m just about to have an embarrassing panic attack on the dance floor when Volodya is suddenly beside me.
“There you are, baby,” he says, loud enough for Derek and Casey to hear. He cups my face, giving me a look that says just go with it.
Derek glares at Volodya while Casey’s mouth drops open in shock. Her eyes run over the man whose fingers are now curled around the back of my neck, and the jealousy I see in them makes me feel a whole lot better about the situation.
Volodya leans down and whispers in my ear, “Let’s see how pissed we can make him.” Then he gives a wicked-sounding chuckle before catching my earlobe between his teeth, pulling a surprised gasp from me.
“Who the fuck are you?” Derek yells.
“Showtime, kiska,” he whispers before standing back up to his full height. “I’m her boyfriend.”
“You’re her boyfriend?” Casey asks, disbelief written all over her face.
Derek takes a step towards me, but before he can even think about touching me, Volodya angles his body in front of me.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
“She’s my girlfriend,” Derek yells.
“Ex,” I quickly say. “I’m your ex-girlfriend.”
“It’s not over between us, and you know it, Maddie!”
“It’s definitely over, Derek,” Volodya growls.
I used to think Derek was a big guy, but he’s several inches shorter than Volodya and not near as muscular. It’s obvious who the alpha male is here, and it’s not my ex. Derek thinks better of whatever crazy plan he had in mind and takes a step back.
“Wise choice,” Volodya tells him. “Now stay the fuck away from my girl. If I see you anywhere near her again, you’re going to regret it.”
Derek’s fists are clenched, and his face is red with rage, but he doesn’t say anything.
Before we can disappear into the crowd, Volodya says, “I saw your dick pic, by the way.” I expect him to say something insulting, but the deep laugh he gives is far more embarrassing than any snarky comment ever could be.
Casey tries to hide her smile and fails.
She’s begging Volodya with her eyes to choose her over me, but he’s not even sparing her a look.
He keeps his eyes locked on Derek while he pulls me closer and cups the back of my head. “Show him who you belong to, kiska.”
I think about squaring my shoulders and saying I don’t belong to anyone, but if I’m being honest, that thought lasts all of one second.
Derek humiliated me and hurt me, and this is my chance to make him feel some of that, but that’s not what makes me fist Volodya’s shirt and pull him closer.
I don’t give a fuck about Derek or who he’s sleeping with.
I’ve already forgotten all about them. All I care about is the gorgeous man in front of me who’s looking at me like he wants to possess every inch of my body and make it his.
He lifts a dark brow at me, a teasing grin playing at his lips.
It’s a challenge, and I’m more than ready to accept it.
If he thinks I’m going to give him a chaste kiss and then let him go, he’s in for one hell of a surprise.
Bringing my hands up, I grasp the back of his neck and pull him closer.
When I run my tongue over his bottom lip and give it a suck, he growls, “Careful, kiska,” just loud enough for me to hear.
I smile right before I part his lips with my tongue and delve inside.
The taste of him pulls a groan from deep within me, and all I can think about is getting more.
I’m completely lost to the feel of his tongue brushing along mine and the way his big, powerful hands are sliding down my body to cup my ass and pull me tighter against him.
He’s hard and pressing against my stomach, and he feels impossibly big.
The crowd disappears around us. I don’t even hear the pounding music anymore.
Nothing else exists outside of this kiss.
My hands slide to his face as he picks me up and squeezes my ass.
From somewhere very far away, I hear what sounds like Derek yelling a “Fuck you!” but I don’t pay it any mind.
I’m too busy memorizing every inch of Volodya’s mouth.
He gives a deep growl and lets his teeth graze along my bottom lip.
I know he’s holding back. I can feel how tense he is.
His whole body is humming with the need for more, the need to bite down and break skin.
Volodya is a violent man. Everything he does is tinged with violence, and it pisses me off that he’s keeping a part of himself from me. Not when I want it all.
So I bite him instead.
He pulls back, eyes wide with disbelief that I had the nerve to do it, but underneath that is a dark desire that causes a shiver of fear to run down my spine even as my pussy clenches with a need that’s blinding.
I know on some deep level that this man will be my undoing, but I’m too far gone to care.
A spot of blood blooms on his bottom lip, and when I swipe my tongue over it, he lets out a deep growl and squeezes my ass tight enough to pull a pained moan from me.
“That’s nothing to the pain I will cause you if you keep testing me, kiska.”
The coppery taste of him fills my mouth, and when I smile, his eyes darken. I’ve claimed a part of him. My tongue throbs with it. I’ve gotten a taste, and I want more. He sees the truth of what I’m thinking, reading me so easily. His lips curl up in a smirk.
“You couldn’t fucking handle it, kiska. Better stop now while you can still walk. I’m not Derek. I’m not going to make love to you with my dick that’s so small you’ll forget I was inside you the moment I slip out.”
He squeezes my ass, pressing me harder against his thick erection.
“No, kiska. I would fuck you hard, leave you bruised and raw and barely able to breathe. I would leave you with an ache between your legs, and you would carry it around for days. Every step reminding you of who you belong to, of who owns your body, and feeling so damn empty without me spreading your little pussy wide.”
“Please,” I beg, not scared by his words like he wants me to be, but instead hungry for everything he’s just offered.
“You have no idea what you’re begging me for.” He gives his head a soft shake and sets me down. “Let’s get the fuck out of here. I think it’s way past your bedtime, little kitten.”