Chapter 26 #2
As her muscles clamped around my cock tightly, I pulled her even closer, longing to do more than just fill her with my seed.
I wanted to violate her in the worst ways, capturing her essence in a way that allowed her to know without hesitation that she belonged to me.
The joy in fucking her was soothing enough I could lose myself in her, if only for a little while.
The way she rocked with me, moving up and down with her eyes pinned on mine allowed me to feel the sense of belonging in a way that hadn’t occurred since my father was alive.
How odd that her presence sparked so many raw emotions.
Her mouth twisted in a way that made me that much hungrier for her.
While I could easily kiss her all night long, I chose to make good on my need to claim every inch.
As soon as I lifted her off my cock, she clawed at my chest. “What are you doing?”
“Haven’t you learned?” I shot back. “Taking everything I want.”
When I spun her around to face the window, she stiffened from the storm.
“Relax, I won’t allow anything to happen to you.”
“I’ll hold you to that.”
I slipped my fingers into her wetness, while rubbing the edge of my thumb around her dark hole.
“You’re crazy,” she murmured.
“Yes, I am.”
After I pressed the tip further inside, she let off a deep moan that fueled the darkness within me. My balls were tight and ready, my cock twitching even more.
I took my time, sliding a single finger inside to the knuckle.
When I could tell she’d gotten used to the feeling, I added a second then third, even flexing them open while she undulated her hips back and forth.
The way she reacted could easily drive me crazy.
My need was only increasing and I was somewhat rougher, but she was riding my fingers as if she already owned them.
She stiffened once again when I pressed the tip of my dick against her asshole. Her fingers clamped around my knees, her head held high, and the soft mews coming from her mouth were everything I needed to hear.
I was slow and easy in sliding my cock inside, allowing her to become used to the thickness.
Every movement she made only added to the raging desire until I couldn’t take it any longer, my patience all but tossed aside.
As I slipped the remainder of my dick inside, I was rewarded with a soft purr that could light a man on fire.
She rocked with me as she’d done before, shifting her hips until I was fully seated inside.
There was nothing sweeter than being able to pull her closer, folding my arms around her waist as I lifted my hips.
Her ass felt made for my cock, and as we found our rhythm together I swore to myself that I would claim every inch of her again and again.
My sweet little healer was the one good thing in my life.
And I’d be damned if anyone would ever take her away.
* * *
Numbers never lied.
While my father never acted as if he cared about the business end of the regime, the dollars earned versus expenses, I knew better. He’d pored over the financials every month, easily finding a single discrepancy.
He’d taught me what to look for, a skill I valued, so when Kirill had presented me with the latest corporate financials, I’d devoured them in minutes.
One key element.
Stash had asked for an audit.
An interesting detail that wouldn’t go without exploration.
The truth was right there.
But the discrepancies had nothing to do with extorting money. There was too much, the dollars unaccounted for.
“When are you making contact?” Kirill asked.
I glanced at my watch but only briefly, studying Rafaela in a fitful sleep. I’d hoped the lull of the plane’s engines would help, but she was fighting demons in her slumber. Just like I’d been doing. “In a few minutes.”
“The trap is set.”
“The trap?”
We’d touch down in Moscow in less than an hour, the notification given to the airport tower simply another visitor checking off a bucket list. Whereas the madam had visited the Russian city on several occasions, her recruitment efforts successful, no one would bother checking the manifest for passengers.
No one cared.
That’s the way of the Russian society. The fewer mouths to feed, the better.
Meanwhile, I was bringing precious cargo into my country. I honestly wasn’t certain how I felt about returning. Perhaps bittersweet. My rising from the dead would cause ripples throughout the country and beyond, possibly leading to a tidal wave.
Kirill had kept watch on the happenings after he’d provided a tip to the same reporter who’d been gifted a story on the family years before.
I’d used manipulation of the media in my tactics many a time in the past. I’d known how successful my attempt was by the amount of scrambling done by the various crime syndicates.
Including my family.
While I had no intention of causing further harm, in truth, I couldn’t have the luxury of giving a shit.
“The word is out you survived. I don’t know how the reporter did it, but the article hit the international news last night around midnight.” Kirill’s eyes were twinkling.
“Your contacts work fast.”
He chuckled. “I pulled in every favor I had, including about information regarding Rafaela.”
There was a hitch in his voice that caused me to turn my head. “What did you find?”
“She wasn’t lying. Her trust account hasn’t been touched, although it still exists. She has a brother, although Demarco did his best to wipe the kid’s existence off the face of the earth. Dante fled Sicily, few sightings of him until about two years ago. Then he just disappeared.”
“And Rafaela?”
“She fled to France but must have gone into hiding. No credit cards. Her phone disconnected. There was no sign of her until she enrolled in online classes for the second semester. At this point, I don’t know why tracking where she was would matter.”
“She has a phone now.”
“She simply turned it back on. Same number.”
My little healer hadn’t been lying. She’d been hoping I’d return from the dead. “Anything else?”
“One thing. I had her phone tracked. Nothing special. Except for one number that has called once a month and has been for two years. Always under three minutes.”
“So as not to be traced. Where’s the number?”
“Someone tried to scramble the number. They did a good job. Had it not been for a buddy of mine who I owe more than a box of cigars to, I would never have figured it out. Here’s the number and the location.”
As he handed me a slip of paper, I took a deep breath, once again turning my attention toward her. She was awake, her eyelids heavy, but she’d discovered where I’d gone. “Thank you for the information. We’re going to make the call in five minutes. I want you to overhear what is said.”
“Yes, sir.”
“When we land, contact Sergei, our attorney. Have him meet me at my father’s house. With the will.”
Kirill whistled. “Will do. This should be an interesting day.”
“Yes, it will be.” And not in a good way. However, I was finished with the lies and uncertainty.
I moved toward the seat across from her, smiling as Golden’s tail thumped immediately. “You couldn’t sleep.”
“Not for long. I kept dreaming about you being in prison.”
“Don’t worry, my sweet. That won’t happen again.”
“I just can’t get over why someone would want that to happen. Granted, my godfather is a vengeful man. He doesn’t need a reason to do what he does.”
“And your father always followed his orders.”
She lifted a single eyebrow while retrieving her drink from before. “My father was an extreme loyalist. However, he ran more of the organization than anyone understood. They were actually half-brothers, although almost no one knew that.”
That placed Demarco’s value on another plateau altogether. “Stop worrying. We’re going to have a little fun. Are you ready to talk to the men who hired some brutal kidnappers?”
When she rolled her eyes, I had to laugh. “You are brutal and your idea of fun and mine are entirely different. I’m ready. However, what am I supposed to say if they press me?” Rafaela offered one of her most chastising looks possible.
“Just act terrified.”
“That’s easy. You do terrify me.” She winked as if that would ease the anxiety we both felt. If only that was possible. There were too many open-ended questions, but at least I was on the path to getting them answered.
Kirill appeared, moving to a seat across the aisle.
“How could I possibly terrify you?”
She peered at me over her beverage of choice, a full-bodied cabernet suggested by our host, Madame Dubois.
“You’re power wrapped in a Tom Ford suit.
You’re dominating at every turn, acting as if you own whatever building you walk into.
You expect people to do exactly what you say at all times.
With a single look, you can manage to put the fear of God into anyone you deem deserving of your wrath.
And you use your sex appeal as a weapon of mass destruction. ”
The words dripping from her lips were done so with a sultry flair.
Just like the woman she’d become.
“I thought you approved of my suit,” I told her while pulling open the jacket’s lapel. “You did pick it out.”
She rolled her eyes. “I guess it’s true what they say. The suit makes a man. In this case, a dangerous predator.”
Kirill’s chuckle from three rows away was a clear indication he’d heard every word. I barely threw him a glance before leaning over so only she would be on the receiving end of what I had to say. “I find it fascinating that you’re drawn to the very ruthless power you think others fear.”
Rafaela also leaned forward until our lips were almost touching. “I do. But don’t allow that to go to your head.”
I could easily spend time kissing her lips. However, I had a job to do and timing, as always, was of the essence. As soon as I pulled out my phone, Kirill moved closer. It was important we all heard the same thing.
The voice on the other end of the line.
The inflections.
Any sound bite that would help provide a clue as to who was on the other line.