20. Valentin
CHAPTER TWENTY
VALENTIN
Three weeks ago, I claimed Lexi as mine, but she left me alone, my collar abandoned on the nightstand, as if it held no meaning for her.
But I knew it wasn’t the end of us. When I gifted her the black box, I noticed her gaze fixed on the collar, and in her eyes, a bright, calm glimmer hinted at a softness beneath her hardened exterior.
The mask of courage she wore began to crack, and the spark of relief in her eyes conveyed her desire for me to possess her—to love her.
I gave her the space she clearly needed. After all, why else would she have slipped away without saying a word?
Sort of.
I had been by her side every step of the way, helping to build her little empire—a silent partner. By discreetly giving the construction foreman a little extra cash, I ensured that progress moved swiftly and that all permits were secured without a hitch.
When her surveillance cameras were installed at the casino, my team was able to tap into them, giving me the ability to keep a close watch on her. I already had access to the cameras in her warehouse.
Every night, I watched her sleep on the couch, her dreams troubled and her eyes puffy from the tears she shed. I knew those tears were for me. Each night, I too lay awake, consumed by thoughts of her.
I couldn’t stop thinking about her, both day and night.
The memory of me fucking her over a dead body ached my balls and fueled me during my morning jerks in the shower.
I had never wanted someone so desperately.
Thoughts of how, if she didn’t want me back, I would kill her. If I can’t have her, no other man will.
“She did a great job,” Lev remarks, taking a drag from his cigarette as he leans casually against the vehicle.
“Yeah, she did.” I stand waiting, hands in my pockets, admiring the small building before me.
Walking in, I couldn’t help but feel a surge of pride for my girl. It’s opening night, and I wanted to celebrate with her. What better moment to give my Krasotka her collar back?
Which she accepted without a fight. I knew she missed me, too.
Lexi steps out, the door locks, and the lights dim.
“Hello, Krasotka.” My gaze instinctively scans to confirm that my collar is still on her. Perfect. Obedient and alluring.
“Hi.” She rises on her toes, meeting my gaze as she plants a kiss on my cheek, her hands rubbing my chest. The warmth of her body against mine has my cock half hard.
Her dress rises, and I can feel the bottom of her butt cheek against the palm of my hand, her skin naked, and her panties still in my pocket.
Still hungover on her pussy I pull her closer to me for a kiss. I’ve been patient and greedy waiting out here in the cold for hours, and now I’m ready for my fill.
I open the door for her, and she slips into the back seat.
Walking around the car, it occurs to me that I’ve never even picked up a woman from work before, let alone waited for them for hours.
What the fuck are you doing, Brigadier?
“Successful night?” I inquire, noticing how she oddly appears both drained and exhilarated, the adrenaline still surging through her.
“I think so,” she responds, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “Robyn will finalize the numbers in the morning.”
I run my thumb across her cheek, drawing her gaze to mine. “I’m proud of you.”
A radiant smile, the brightest I’ve ever seen from her, spreads across her face. “Thank you.”
She leans in closer, her lips gently touching mine, sparking an electric connection. Then, with a playful grace, she shifts over to my seat, settling on my lap.
As if magnetically drawn, my fingers weave through her hair, pulling her into me, pressing our bodies together as I deepen the kiss. The soft moan she releases makes my cock stiffen, and now I’m completely hard.
I steal a glance around her at my guys. Lev manages to catch my gaze in the mirror, and with a playful smirk, he pulls up the glass between the front and back seats.
As I lean forward, my eyes drop to the area of my crotch. Her lips part sensuously as she playfully extends her wet tongue, teasing and tantalizing me.
Kneeling between the seats, she slips my belt free and unbuttons my pants, flicking my tip with her tongue, hardening my cock. Placing my hand behind her head, I help guide her up and down my shaft as she takes me whole.
I try to silence my moans, tilting my head back into the seat.
Her mouth feels so fucking good!
She spits on my cock, then her hands guide up and down my shaft with just my tip in her mouth.
Precum begins oozing from my head, and she happily slurps it up.
Her tongue licks me from the tip to my balls, placing each of them in her mouth and sucking them in turn; she is splitting her time between them in equal measure, as if she is afraid that one could feel left out.
She continues to put them in her mouth one at a time as her hand simultaneously and rhythmically jerks me. I’m trying hard not to nut on her face right now.
If women only understood how much influence they could wield by sucking a man’s balls perfectly, the male ego wouldn’t exist.
She climbs back into my lap, her gaze locked onto mine. I remove her dress, leaning in to immerse myself in the warmth of her big breasts.
Lifting her hips, I bury my cock in her, her nails digging into my skin as my entire length thrusts deep inside her. My mouth claims her hard nipples each time they bounce in my face.
Her hand hits the fogged window as she arches her back, leaning into the front seat. Her low voice fills the quiet vehicle with a soft moan. Of course, I feel somewhat uneasy about having my men in the vehicle with us, but she appears unfazed, as if enjoying having an audience.
Each hand grips her ass cheeks while she rides up and down my lap. Sticking my finger into her mouth, she sucks it the same way she sucks my cock. When my finger coat with her spit, I rub her ass and stick the tip into her asshole. She squirms a little but doesn’t pull away.
Slowly, I push it in further, then ease it out repeatedly.
“Valentin!” she cries out before tumbling over the edge, her muscles tensing.
She bites down on my shoulder, her pussy juices soaking my cock. The moment—and her obvious pleasure—really gets me off, and my cum is imminent.
I thrust a few more times before letting go, coming forcefully inside her with a tremendous moan, every muscle shuddering, from my toes to my head.
With a soft groan, I lean back, taking in the moment. Her lips find mine, teasing my bottom lip as a playful nibble. I chuckle softly, wrapping my hand around her neck, drawing her closer, staring at her beauty.
“Good girl,” I murmur, stroking her cheek, then gently slapping her, not to hurt her but to reassure her that she did exceptionally well.
She settles back into her chair, a smirk on her face. “I don’t suppose I could get my panties back?”
I give her a knowing look. “Nope.”
I run my fingers between her legs, my cum lingering on her thighs. “From now on, I want you to go without panties.”
“You must be joking,” she scoffs, rolling her eyes.
“Misbehave, and I’ll reintroduce your ass to my belt.”
As we ride to my loft, I lean back in my chair, enjoying a glass of Scotch while she peacefully sleeps.
Though exhaustion weighs on me, I can’t deny that I enjoy watching her.
Something is captivating about her innocent, delicate features when her beautiful eyes are closed.
She occasionally murmurs in her sleep, her words too faint for me to understand.
The vehicle slows as it enters the warehouse. I hold Lexi tightly, looking at my men gathering in the corner, drinks raised high, roaring in support of one of their own.
“What’s going on over there?” she asks, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.
“I don’t know.”
The men quickly disperse, rushing to open the door for us. “Brigadier.”
A loud buzzing fills the air as I approach to see a sharp needle sinking into the man’s chest. “What’s happening here?”
“He lost a bet,” one of the guys laughs, a cigar dangling from his lips. The man in the chair displays a woman’s face inked on his chest.
“Is she your wife?” I can’t help but ask.
Laughter erupts from the group. “Nah, she’s the girl from the strip club,” one of them jokes.
“You tattooed a stripper’s face on your chest?” Lexi chimes in, standing beside me with disbelief.
“Yes, ma’am!” he laughs, proudly rising to flex his chest muscles.
To relive the excitement of youth and boldness feels like a lifetime ago. I can’t help but wonder if my father viewed my actions as reckless in those days of doing stupid shit with Andrei’s father.
“Who’s ready for some ink?” The tattoo artist stands poised with his needle, waiting for the next daring soul to volunteer.
“I’m ready!” Lexi shouts as she steps forward, excitement sparkling in her eyes as they fixate on the needle.
I cast her a pointed glance. “Krasotka, please don’t ruin that perfect body.”
“Too late, I already have one,” she says, settling into the chair before I can intervene. “Tonight—or should I say this morning—is perfect for remembering one of my favorite nights.”
The man with the needle glances at me, silently seeking my approval. I nod and exhale sharply, “So, what are you getting?”
“It’s a surprise,” she says with a bright smile, her eyes sparkling behind her long lashes.
“So, I can’t see it?”
“Not until it’s finished.” She gestures toward my office.
“Don’t fuck up,” I warn the tattoo artist, my voice rumbling, the threat loud and clear.
She whispers to him, and he responds. “That’s so badass!”
My jaw tightens and, without protest, I step into my office.
Lev pours us both a glass of Scotch and sits down beside me. I grip the glass, my eyes wandering past him to the door, contemplating whether I should rush out and stop her. Fuck it! It’s just a tattoo, and I have plenty of those.
“You know you’ll never be able to control her,” he says faintly.
“That’s what I like about her,” I reply. “She knows when to follow the rules and when she can push back—just enough to avoid any punishment from me. She understands her role.”
“Does she know you might retire?” he asks, sipping his Scotch thoughtfully, knowing it’s a delicate topic for me.
“Yes, and I’m hoping that if I make that decision, she’ll choose to go with me.”
“Do you really think she would leave everything behind? She’s young. Probably has a world of things she wants to do.”
I take another slow sip of my Scotch, considering the weight of his words. If I take that step, would she be willing to follow? “We’ll cross that bridge when it comes.”
“Are you prepared to pass on the role of Brigadier to Daniel?”
“Almost. He needs a few more years to gain more experience before I hand over the reins.”
Lev scoffs, “You were only sixteen when you took on the role. He’s had a decade more than you.”
“True, but the times have changed.” I’ve significantly expanded my father’s business by one thousand percent.
He hesitates briefly before setting his drink on the table. “Are you thinking of taking me along?” he asks. Lev has been by my side since we were teenagers. “You know I can’t work for Daniel after the threat I made.”
“I have a lot to think about, my friend.”
My phone buzzes, and I take a moment to glance at the screen. It’s a text from Elise: ‘I think I have a plan. Fair warning—you’re not going to like it.’
Perfect timing.
She’s come up with something to help me retire, but on my own terms.
“Do you still have that file on Elise?” Before she joined the Bratva, Elise was with the cartel, and Andrei had me compile all the details about her.
“Yeah, it’s around here somewhere. I’ll track it down,” he says, finishing his drink with a gulp. “Is there something specific you’re looking for?”
“I’m not sure, but I’ve noticed she’s been acting nervous lately.”
One of the men lets out a loud laugh as he stands over Lexi, clearly entertained by whatever tattoo she’s gotten.
What on earth is taking her so long? It’s her opening night. Maybe she’s getting a deck of cards or some other trivial thing tatted on her wrist.
As Lexi walks toward me, Lev quickly stands and excuses himself.
Lexi leans casually against the door frame, but I can’t help but notice she’s missing her collar.
I leap to my feet, but as I’m closing the distance, I see that her neck is a canvas of fresh ink. My gaze is immediately drawn to the striking letter ‘V’ permanently inked on her neck, adorned with delicate diamonds that elegantly wrap around her throat.
“Do you like it?”
She’s fucking crazy but in the best way. “Daddy loves it!”
I pull her close, my arm wrapping around her waist. “Move in with me,” I ask, the words tumbling out before I can hold them back.
“Living together makes us kind of official.”
“Actually, I think that tattoo on your neck makes us official.” I lean down to kiss her collarbone gently.
Her hands cradle my face, and her lips move over mine with an insatiable hunger that steals my breath away. My eyes shut tight. If she says no, I’ll shatter. Then I’ll kill her for making me feel weak.
“I’ll think about it,” she finally responds.
“Tease!” I bite back, feeling the heat of her words ignite a fire in my eyes. Leaning in, I press my lips against hers, the desire within me deepening, filled with lust and passion.
“I think I’m falling in love with you,” I whisper before whisking her away to my loft to make love to her.