Chapter 9
Chapter Nine
Roman
I was going to kill that clueless idiot. But she kept interrupting, completely oblivious.
"Sir, perimeter security needs to report—"
Leah jolted hard in my arms.
The maid's sudden voice made her shove me away and jump down from the sink.
I shot a look at the door.
"Get lost. Now."
"Sorry! Yes, sir—"
A panicked yelp, then footsteps scrambling away.
The hallway went quiet again.
I tried pulling Leah back, my cock throbbing and desperate to finish what we'd started.
But the interruption had snapped her right out of it. She yanked the hoodie down, trying to cover herself where I'd ripped her panties off.
"God, what am I doing... Just forget this happened." She turned her face away. "Pretend it never did, okay? I need to go."
Then she practically ran, like something was chasing her.
I stood there, watching her disappear, half-finished and pushed away by a woman.
First fucking time.
I'm Roman Volkov. I run New York's underworld. I decide when things start and when they end.
No woman's ever walked out on me before I'm done.
Never.
My jaw ached from clenching. The fire she'd left burning in me made me want to put my fist through the mirror.
I'd been so close. So goddamn close.
I stopped that thought cold.
No. What was I regretting? I could have any woman I wanted.
Why the hell was I upset she'd left? Was I actually falling for some woman carrying another man's kid—all because of a smile?
Had I never seen a woman smile before? Thirty-eight years old and I've seen them all.
I stared at the man in the mirror, warning myself coldly.
Just hormones. That's all.
Any halfway decent young woman naked under you would make you hard.
Don't mistake your dick for something meaningful.
I'd convinced myself. But my cock still throbbed painfully, straining against my pants.
I looked down at the panties in my hand. A dark wet spot in the center gleamed in the dim light.
She'd been wet.
That realization nearly set me on fire.
"Fucking hell," I muttered.
I leaned against the door, took a breath, and unzipped my pants. Released my aching cock.
I brought the fabric to my nose.
Fuck... this little slut's scent.
I wrapped the damp lace around my cock. The wet sensation made me throb harder.
I closed my eyes and started stroking. The lace edge scraped against my head, every pass bringing sharp tingles.
I wrapped it tight, imagining Leah's tight, hot cunt.
If she hadn't pushed me away, I'd be fucking her senseless right now.
I pumped faster, my rough palm working through her panties, imagining finishing what we'd started.
I'd carry her to my bed, pin her down, tear every piece of clothing off her. Her full white tits would bounce free.
I wouldn't miss greeting them. I'd suck her nipples hard, kiss down her flat stomach, lower...
I'd spread her trembling legs, bury my face in her dripping pussy, tongue her clit viciously, drink down her flowing wetness.
Until she cried and grabbed my hair, wrapped her legs around me and begged me to fuck her.
Fuck, I could almost hear Leah's sobbing moans.
The more I imagined, the harder I got, my strokes rougher. My cock swelled bigger in the panties, veins bulging, stretching the soft lace out of shape.
I pressed the wettest part against my slit, rubbing repeatedly. The lace scraped the sensitive head, pleasure shooting up my spine like electricity.
I'd shove my whole cock into her tight hot cunt, pound her deep every thrust.
Fuck her till she screamed, till her legs gave out, till she cried and begged, branded with my mark.
"Shit—"
My breathing got heavier, groans escaping my throat.
Faster and faster, almost brutal, jerking myself with her panties.
In my mind, Leah moaned wildly, crying as she clutched my neck.
I growled and pressed her legs to her chest, slamming into her deepest spot, hitting her cervix every time, fucking her until she gushed.
Pleasure built fast to the peak. One thought consumed me—
I'd make this real.
I had the power. And I'd take it.
I roared low, spread Leah's panties flat, aimed at the soaked crotch, and furiously stroked the last few times—
"Fuck!!"
Thick cum shot all over her black lace panties, covering them completely.
I leaned against the door gasping, vision going dark. Several seconds before the aftershocks faded.
I looked at the cum-soaked lace in my hand. Felt absurd.
I cursed under my breath and shoved the panties in my suit pocket.
I turned on the faucet and splashed cold water on my face. It barely cooled the lingering fire.
No time to wallow in lust now.
Dmitri was watching my every move from the shadows. Family business kept hitting snags. Smuggling routes busted, shipments seized, partners backing out suddenly.
Someone was leaking intel. And that someone was close.
Even if I was interested in Leah, this wasn't the time.
I shut off the tap and dried my face. My phone buzzed in my pocket.
I pulled it out—Nick.
My sharpest blade, currently supposed to be on a Florida beach, personally guarding my grandmother Maria.
"Boss." Nick's voice came through flat as ice. "We've got a problem."
"Talk," I said coldly.
"Maria somehow caught wind that you brought a woman to the estate."
My grip on the phone tightened. I went silent for several seconds.
My mind raced through every person in and around the estate, trying to find the leak.
"Who told her?"
"Unknown. But she's insisting on coming back to New York early." Nick paused. I heard footsteps on his end. "Her private doctor advised against it. Didn't work. She's determined to see for herself what kind of girl finally got through to you. Her words."
I rubbed my temples irritably.
Of course. Of course it would go this way.
If anyone besides Dmitri cared this much about my private life right now—it'd definitely be Maria.
Maria always thought I was too cold. Said I was nothing but business and killing, a machine without feelings.
She'd been nagging for years about wanting to see me settle down before she died, see me with someone to talk to.
Her getting this worked up and rushing back didn't surprise me at all.
"When does she arrive?" I asked, forcing down my anger.
"She insisted on cutting short all her family visits and commanded me to charter the next available private jet back to New York. Tomorrow morning, we'll be at the estate gates."
"Damn it." I cursed under my breath. Too tight. No time for careful arrangements.
"Want me to force a delay, boss?" Nick suggested with practiced efficiency. "Say, quietly sabotage the engine? Or plant a harmless virus in the navigation system, force a landing mid-flight?"
"No. Even if you blow up the plane, she'll find another way back." I paused, mind calculating quickly. "Do what she says. And bring the best medical team. Keep her comfortable."
No matter what, Maria's health came first.
"Understood."
I hung up and leaned against the sink.
Just what I needed.
Dmitri's mole was still missing; a woman I couldn't get out of my head suddenly appeared.
And now the most difficult old woman in the family was coming early.
Maria wasn't easy to fool. Her instincts were sharp. If the act wasn't convincing enough, she'd see through it fast.
I looked at myself in the mirror and smiled coldly.
Fine.
I straightened my clothes and left the bathroom.
Night had fallen completely. The estate lay shrouded in darkness outside, only scattered lights flickering through the trees. Patrol guards followed their fixed routes, their radios occasionally crackling with brief reports.
Everything was running like clockwork.
I walked down the long hallway and stopped at Leah's door.
Faint sounds came from inside. She was still awake.
I knocked.
"Come in." Leah's voice sounded wary, clearly guarded.
I pushed the door open.
Leah sat on the edge of the bed wearing a loose nightgown. Hair down over her shoulders, clearly just showered, makeup washed off.
She tensed when she saw me, fingers twisting the hem of her gown nervously.
"What is it?" Leah asked, voice calm.
Good act.
Like an hour ago she hadn't kissed me back, like those wet panties weren't hers.
"We need to talk," I said.
"Now?" She glanced at the wall clock.
"Now."
Leah bit her lip and stood.
"Then let's talk."
I walked up to her, watching her try to fake indifference while obviously tense. We stood very close.
Close enough to smell her body wash.
So sweet... it made me want to sink my teeth in.
Remembering being left alone earlier, I felt a petty urge for revenge.
I reached into my suit pocket, pulled out the soft black lace, and tossed it on the bed.
Leah froze, looking down.
"You! You actually—" When Leah realized what it was, she snapped her head up and glared.
Those pretty eyes went impossibly wide with disbelief, anger rendering her speechless.
"What?" I enjoyed watching her rage.
"It paid the price for your desertion." My tone was light. "Someone had to finish the job."
"You're an unreasonable asshole!" Leah trembled with anger. "You were the one who started. I didn't even—"
"Didn't open your mouth and kiss me back? Or didn't get soaking wet waiting for me to fuck you?"
I deliberately lowered my voice, cutting off her unconvincing defense.
"Pervert!" Leah grabbed the pillow and hurled it at me.
I caught it easily.
"Fair assessment."
Leah clearly hadn't expected me to be this shameless. She gasped. Then stomped over barefoot and snatched the pillow back.
Watching Leah all ruffled and angry finally settled my earlier irritation completely.
Time for business.
"Alright, here's the real thing. Maria's coming back tomorrow." I fixed my eyes on hers.
"Who?"
Leah blinked at the name.
"My grandmother. A warm-hearted, stubborn old woman. She's very excited about my wedding. The moment she heard I was getting married, she couldn't wait to meet my fiancée."
"Oh, sounds like a problem."
"So starting tonight," I stared into her eyes, enunciating each word, "we share a bed."
"Why?"
"If she figures out something's wrong, I'll be back to the nightmare of her shoving a hundred supermodel profiles at me daily. Our contract..."
Leah went quiet. After today, my credibility had taken a hit. Fair enough.
But finally she took a deep breath and agreed.
"Just sharing a bed," She said quietly. "You can't touch me. You can't."
"Deal."
A lie, of course. A massive lie.
But she didn't need to know that yet.
No rush.
We had time. All the time in the world.