13. -12-
Nina
Pointing a gun at the man I admired with all my heart was never part of my plan.
Yet the moment Dorian woke up, I understood he didn’t take any of this seriously.
No sane person flirted with their kidnapper and chuckled at the sight of a gun.
He was either still under the influence of alcohol mixed with sedatives or just as unhinged as his brothers.
Grandpa had always warned me about Zyon and Malin, calling them unpredictable psychos, but he never mentioned Dorian in the same breath. Judging by the amused smile on his face, maybe he should have. The thought sent a chill down my spine. Perhaps I kidnapped the wrong brother.
Watching him study me with infuriating curiosity, I forced myself to bury the ridiculous attraction threatening my common sense. I needed his help, willingly if possible, but I wasn’t na?ve.
He was a mafia prince, and forcing him into anything could end with me in a casket. This had to be handled like an important business deal: velvet gloves, but no compromises. My way. That was all that mattered.
However, when I glanced at his secretive smile, which made my insides churn with nervousness and inappropriate excitement, I knew it would be a tough task.
His plump lips were like an invitation to the forbidden adventure.
I could barely tear my gaze from it and force my mind to stop imagining things.
Oh, God. This is going to be torture!
“Why am I here?” Dorian interrupted my inner battle with his deep, raspy voice, making my stomach quiver as love-sick butterflies attacked. “Because if you fantasized about tying me to the bed, all you had to do was ask. You didn’t need to drug me.”
Yeah, because you would surely go willingly with Giovanni Valentino’s granddaughter, I thought, rolling my eyes at his words.
He raised a brow at me, clearly not liking my expressed annoyance with his cocky attitude, yet it disappeared as quickly as it appeared.
“No answer?” he chirped, flashing me another million-dollar grin that would force any woman to her knees. “I need to know what you want in exchange for freeing me from these tight cuffs, ma vilaine.” He tugged on the restraints, waking me from my dazed state. “Talk, please.”
I gripped the gun tighter in my hand, as if it were my lifeline, because I was moments from melting into a puddle. The man of my secret dreams pleaded with me. He wished to cut a deal. It was exactly what I wanted, and I smiled behind the mask.
But then, reality hit me. My fantasies were becoming my biggest enemy. I imagined us together so many times I almost forgot Dorian Zhumagulov wasn’t on my side.
Jesus Christ! Grandpa would kick my ass if he saw me now. Brain first. Heart later.
“Your French is terrible, Mr. Zhumagulov,” I said, ignoring Dorian’s request. “You literally called me my ugly.”
“Did I?” His handsome face twisted into visible offense, thick brows pulling together when I nodded. “Well, the mask prevents me from verifying how pretty you are. And you are the villain here.” He flashed me a pointed look. “So I’m keeping it until you show me your face.”
“Won’t happen.” I shook my head, fighting a smile. He shrugged, amusement dancing in his slightly bloodshot eyes.
“Then you stay ugly.” He grinned. I sighed theatrically, pretending to be highly offended.
“You shouldn’t say that to an armed woman, Dorian,” I lectured.
“You shouldn’t have kidnapped me,” he countered. “Yet here we are. So, what do you want, ma vilaine?”
His question hit me like a truck. The little flirtatious game pulled me away from my goal, but Dorian quickly brought me back to reality.
“I need your help, Mr. Zhumagulov,” I replied in a steady voice, praising myself for sounding confident and firm.
“Help?” Surprise crossed his features, and his brows shot up so high they almost met his hairline. “Who taught you this is how you ask for help?” He yanked his arms to make a point, groaning in discomfort. Guilt pinched my chest, but I couldn’t risk setting him free.
“Don’t be dramatic, Dorian,” I scoffed. “It’s surely not your first time.”
“Actually, it is.” He grimaced, pushing himself up a little. “A woman has never kidnapped me. But if this is how it usually goes.” He gave me a quick once-over. “Then I regret I wasn’t abducted by a hot leather-clad villain sooner.”
“By a woman,” I pointed out, ignoring the blush heating up my cheeks. Thankfully, the mask successfully concealed the effect of his words. “You’ve been kidnapped by a group of men, Chechen assassins to be precise.”
“Supposedly.” He tilted his head to the side, keeping eye contact with me, as if he'd noticed something I wanted to hide.
“Will you stop aiming that gun at me, please?” he asked politely, casting me the look of a hurt puppy. “It makes me hard.”
It took a moment for my brain to process what he meant.
My eyes widened, but my arm with the gun didn’t move.
He smiled knowingly, sure he had caught me off guard, yet he had no idea what that simple sentence did to my body and my obsessed mind.
A jolt of electricity shot through me, pushing all rational thought out the window.
“It does, huh?” Slowly, I pointed the gun at his groin, acknowledging his tented pants. Biting my bottom lip, I stared at the bulge as if hypnotized.
I caused this. He was aroused by my actions.
“Yeah, it’s a new experience, but I like it,” he replied, dragging my attention from his crotch to his gorgeous face.
My gaze clashed with his intense hazel eyes, watching me like I was the most interesting thing in the world.
A victorious smirk lifted the corners of my lips, and a devilish idea popped into my mind.
“Isn’t that a lovely coincidence?” I asked sweetly, lowering my gun to his ankle. “That we met under unorthodox circumstances, which excites us both.”
Leisurely, I dragged it up his leg while I watched his stare pursue the movement until I reached his cock.
I pressed the barrel against his bulging erection, which grew before my eyes.
I struggled to focus on teasing him. My mouth filled with saliva, and my mind already imagined my tongue tracing his cock.
“Just don’t pull the trigger,” Dorian exhaled, his hips instinctively lifting against it. “It would ruin our perfect foreplay.”
I laughed, a slightly maniacal sound as I drowned in the moment of complete power over him. My free hand settled on his muscular thigh and I climbed onto the bed between his spread legs. Seeing him at my mercy sent a delicious thrill through me.
“What will I do with you?” I said in a seductive whisper, dragging my hand through the outline of his cock.
A deep groan of pleasure reached my ears, making my heart swell with pride.
I had enough experience in fulfilling men’s needs, but making the man of my dreams moan was another level of satisfaction.
“I’m pretty sure you know what to do, ma vilaine,” he breathed, the pet name doing funny things to my insides.
Holding the gun against Dorian’s cock with one hand, I loosened the belt with the other and opened the button on his pants.
Looking at him, I reached inside his black boxer briefs and pulled out the main prize.
His eyes shone with lust, glued to my hand as I gripped the base of his erect cock and directed my mouth toward the glistening tip.
My lips parted, the blood rush in my ears deafening when I slipped my tongue out and tasted him.
“Ooh, fuck,” he exhaled a long, ragged breath, his gaze following my movements.
My hand wrapped around his thick length, leisurely moving up and down while I took it inside my wet mouth until it reached the back of my throat.
His sounds rose like an intoxicating crescendo, teasing my nerves and urging me to go further, to give him more.
His cock hardened in my mouth with every flicker of my tongue, and saliva dripped down my chin as I worked to bring him closer to release.
“Oh, my fu…” Dorian moaned, the sound varying between surprise and pleasure when I pressed the barrel of the gun against the side of his cock.
He flinched slightly, the restraints pulling me out of my trance.
My eyes jumped up, meeting his look as my hand directed the gun to the base and continued to his balls.
“Scared, baby?” I asked sweetly, my lips stretching into a broad mocking smile. My tongue smeared the leaking precum all over his tip, my heart dancing samba in my chest from the overwhelming feeling of power that poisoned me.
“More like—” he started, but was harshly interrupted by a loud gasp coming from the door behind me.
“What the fuck?” Lucas yelled in disbelief, making me almost jump out of my skin in surprise. I’d completely forgotten he was supposed to be back from his mission.
“Well,” Dorian chuckled, tilting his head as he watched me wipe my mouth. Not even the mask could hide my disappointment. His hooded, darkened eyes pierced mine in a heated look, and his white teeth sank into his plump lower lip. “What about a threesome?”
“The only threesome you’ll get is with me and my gun, baby,” I replied, leaning closer and placing a wet smooch on his cheek.
“Can’t wait, ma vilaine,” he whispered, a mischievous grin splitting his face, but Lucas disturbed us again.
“Seriously?” he groaned like a wounded animal, throwing his arms in the air like an overreacting middle-aged lady he undoubtedly was in the previous life. “I left you with him for a few hours!”
I blinked innocently, a small smile lifting my mouth.
Gripping the gun in my right hand, I left the bed and joined him.
The black attire he put on himself emphasized his lean, tall, athletic body and brought out the muscles in his arms and chest. The black ski mask covered his entire face, making his green eyes gleam with irritation.
“Stop overreacting,” I whispered, bumping my shoulder into him. “I need him to like me.”
“Yeah.” He nodded, an exasperated sigh escaping as he pulled his phone from his cargo pants pocket. “We’ll need any affection he can give us.”
He turned the screen toward me, but instead of the shock he clearly expected, my heart skipped a beat with excitement. Undoubtedly, Dorian wouldn’t be happy after seeing this turnaround.