5. Lexi
CHAPTER FIVE
LEXI
“I’m so stressed right now,” I confess, tossing my clothes across the room onto the chair before sinking onto the massage table.
“I’ll take care of you,” Lacey assures me as she picks up the bottle of oil and squeezes some into her palm. She begins to gently massage my lower back, her hands gliding up both sides of my spine to my shoulders.
I exhale deeply, the tension all melting away. “Lacey, this feels so good right now.”
Lacey and I worked together at a strip club years ago, and we quickly became friends.
She saved her money to become a masseuse, but quickly learned that living in New York, giving massages was hard.
With my investment, Lacey now owns an exclusive massage lounge in the city.
Her wealthy clients are willing to pay a substantial amount for beautiful women to touch them in all the right places.
“I heard you …” Lacey’s fingers ease between my ass, and my pussy pulses in response. “Kidnapped the Brigadier.”
“Let me guess, Robyn called you,” I huff.
I wonder just how much Robyn has shared with Lacey.
Did she mention how I rode his thighs, my waist pressed against the zipper of his pants, and fucking called him Daddy? The most dangerous part is that I loved it.
There’s a flutter between my legs, persistent as thoughts of Valentin tied in the basement fill my mind.
“Do you think he’ll give us Petrov?”
“I’m still working on it.” My body tightens once more in response to this discussion. “He’ll talk tomorrow.”
“You’re playing a dangerous game, Lexi,” she says, running her hands along my calves.
The thing is, they depend on me to find Petrov, but they get so worked up when they don’t agree with my methods. Did they really think someone like the Brigadier would give us any information? Of course not! I need to play the part.
I will get what I need from the Brigadier. What’s wrong with a bit of fun during work?
“The Brigadier will give us what we want. I promise.”
I let out a soft sigh, wondering if telling the Brigadier what Petrov did to me would make him tell me where he is. He looked as if he wanted to help, almost angry about it.
I still have a hard time believing him.
The Brigadier could be the one who gave Petrov the order to hurt us. After all, he’s close to the Savins, and they control the Bratva, which means that in turn, they control Petrov too.
I thought about going back to the warehouse, unzipping his slacks with my teeth, riding his cock. However, I know Ivy and suspect she’s likely following me, so I decided to come here instead.
“Turn around,” Lacey instructs, flipping me gracefully onto my back.
As I lie there, she gently places a soft towel over my eyes. The thrill of being naked and unable to see the person whose hands are gliding over my skin creates an intoxicating sense of allure.
I close my eyes and take a slow, deep breath, drinking in her touch, fully immersing myself in the warm scent of lavender as she warms more oil in her hands.
Her fingers trace the back of my neck, swirling in rhythmic circles before they glide toward my throat, increasing the pressure ever so slightly. Her touch ignites a cascade of pleasure that spreads through my entire body, causing a soft, involuntary moan to escape my lips. “Ahh, yes!”
The warm breath brushing against my ear feels both tantalizing and unnerving, sending a shiver cascading down my spine as she whispers, “Did you think you could kill a man like me, Krasotka?”
What the fuck?
Shock ripples through me, a sudden crescendo of disbelief. Startled, my eyes snap open. That was not Lacey’s familiar voice, but rather a deep, seductive tone from a man of Russian descent.
Quickly snatching the towel from my eyes, I see the epitome of a silver fox with every crease around those piercing eyes adding to his lethal allure. “Valentin!”
I try to sit up but find myself pinned by his hand gripping my neck, a warning that he is in control.
“Relax. I thought you came for a massage,” he says, his fingers expertly tracing circular motions on my shoulders.
I attempt to sit up again, but this time, a gun barrel is pressed against my forehead. “I don’t repeat myself,” he says, his voice rough and his gaze fixed intensely on me.
I let out a quiet gasp, remaining motionless.
“I promise this will go much better for you if you behave.” Valentin’s grip tightens around my neck—just a fraction, but enough.
“You’re going to give me a massage?”
“If I get to touch this body of yours, yes.” The corner of his mouth twitches beneath that perfectly trimmed beard.
I playfully wiggle my shoulders and tilt back my head, a teasing smile lighting up my face. “What do you want, Brigadier?”
My question earns me an arched eyebrow. “I came here to kill you. I still plan to.” He shifts his waist closer, making his bulge press up against my head.
“But maybe I’ll consider granting you some extra time before your fate is sealed.
” His gaze slowly drags over my naked body.
His hands sweep softly down my arms, igniting a rush of electricity within me.
The feeling is so intense that my body reacts without hesitation.
I squeeze my thighs together, hoping he won’t notice.
His hand moves from my shoulders down my chest. A finger caresses the underside before he squeezes it around my breast, my nipples hardening in response.
His fingers danced softly down my bare stomach, stopping at my waist, where a hint of hair began to grow, sending ripples of heat radiating between my thighs.
His finger begins to circle my clit before inserting his fingertips and then full fingers in me, probing at first, then thrusting urgently. My hips move up and down in time with his motion. He alternates between inserting his finger in me and caressing my clit.
My pussy isn’t just wet, it’s dripping.
It’s hard to restrain myself, already lost in that darkened room with him. I’m not going to give him the satisfaction of a reaction. Nope, not going to!
He spreads my legs farther to penetrate me deeper. Inserting two fingers in me, he forces them as deep as they will go. I swear the length of his fingers is in me now as he pulls them out and then quickly pushes them back inside.
Adrenaline surges, tightening my muscles, and I throw my hand over my mouth, but it’s too late. My body releases, and a lonely tear rolls down my face as I let out a frustrated moan, my screams muffled by my own hand.
“I can get used to hearing that,” he groans.
Holding the gun firmly in his fingers, he tilts my head back, his finger rubbing across my lips before he begins unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants. I can’t help but gasp when his cock springs free, erect and swollen, pulsing.
I had touched it through his pants, but never imagined it would be this thick.
“Open your mouth,” he commands, gesturing with the gun before positioning it menacingly between my eyes. And I obey him.
“You ready for me?” he asks, rubbing his shaft against my lips before sticking the tip in my mouth.
I nod. I’m so ready!
With my head tilted back, I engulf his cock in my mouth, keeping at a slow and steady pace, moaning with every stroke.
His fingers intertwine within me, perfectly matching the cadence of my mouth, and our moans resonate together in perfect harmony. A shiver of excitement flows over me. “I’m coming!”
“You can only come when I tell you to.”
I attempt to press my thighs together, but his hand stops me.
He grabs my head and holds his cock down my throat, causing me to gag. He moans when the tip hits the back of my throat. My jaw is starting to hurt. “Your mouth is so perfect for my cock.”
As I suck more enthusiastically, his fingers move in me and around my clit faster.
“Just like that,” he groans, wiggling his finger over my G-spot, and floods of energy rock my body as he works his finger in and out.
“Do you want to come, Krasotka?”
I thrust my pelvis against his fingers, begging him to allow me to orgasm.
“Come for me,” he groans, breathing heavily between his increasingly ragged moans.
He presses the cold, hard gun against my skin with increasing intensity, sending yet another surge of adrenaline rushing through me.
I quickly scream as I lose control, arching my back as waves of orgasmic energy wash over me, each one feeling that it couldn’t possibly be any better, only to discover the next wave takes me even higher. “Yes, Daddy!” I muffle through his thrusts.
Shit! Did I call him Daddy again?
His wet fingers tighten around my neck as he squirts his cum down my throat. I swallow every drop and lick up any that splattered around my mouth.
“That’s my girl,” he says, giving my cheek a light tap with his palm.
He pulls the gun away to tuck himself back into his pants. In a rush, I sit up, quickly grabbing a towel to cover myself while steadying my legs at the edge of the massage table.
He moves closer to me, spreading my legs before positioning himself between them. His finger gently wipes away a drop of his cum from the corner of my lips. Bending down, he kisses me with an intense fervor, and I instinctively wrap my legs around his, drawing him even closer to me.
As he pulls away, a spark hangs in the air, and a hint of hesitation reflects in his eyes before he finally turns to leave.
“You got what you wanted. Now tell me where Petrov is!” I shout at him.
Opening the door, he looks back at me. “That was for the dinner I bought.”
Grabbing the oil bottle next to me, I hurl it at him with all my strength. It shatters against the wall, dangerously close to his head. With a mocking laugh, he turns and strolls out of the room.
I lean back onto the table, the towel sliding off me and dropping to the floor. My breaths come in quick bursts, and a giggle escapes.
He didn’t kill me! But why?