Chapter Vadim
Vadim
Satisfied with showing my hand to Iskra, I whistled all the way back to my room—feeling more settled than I had in days. This was a man’s world. My world. And she had just learned her place in it.
My nights at the pit would be paused until my heir was secured in her belly. No point breaking my hands when I needed them functional.
I kicked the door shut just as my phone rang.
“Tau. What’s on your mind?” I said, knowing exactly what he was calling about.
“Respectfully, Mr Dragunov.” His voice was measured, unhurried, the particular calm of a man who was never actually calm. “I have one function. Babysitting isn’t anywhere close to it.”
“Konstantin said you might have an issue with the assignment,” I said, shrugging out of my jacket.
Tau was the one third-party hire I trusted without reservation.
Originally from Botswana, operated across four continents, answered to no hierarchy and no flag.
We called him Tau—Lion—though he had other names in other cities.
The slight scarring along his jaw was the only visible evidence of a history he never discussed and didn’t need to.
“What exactly did he say?” Tau demanded.
Their rivalry was petty and I wasn't above using it.
“That you wouldn’t have the patience for it,” I said, casually dismantling what remained of my brother’s relationship with the most dangerous man either of us had ever hired.
Silence.
“Remind Konstantin of Belarus. I was there to clean up what he left behind.” A beat. “The boy. You want him dead?”
“He’s an asset for the moment. Keep him alive and I’ll update you if the situation changes,” I said, and hung up.
Ruslan Kozlov had his uses for now.
Radovan confirmed that she was close to him. Cared about him.
I flung my phone on the bed.
Her weakness.
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Spartak stepped aside as I approached her bedroom door.
She hadn’t come down for dinner. That wasn’t surprising—she had been avoiding me since the club and tonight’s appointment hadn’t changed her appetite for my company.
I opened the door.
She was sitting on the bed, back against the headboard, a tablet in her hand. She set it on the nightstand when she heard me.
An iPad. Another purchase on my card.
I glanced at it.
I’d get my money’s worth from her tonight.
“Remove your clothes and spread your legs,” I said, moving toward her.
She didn’t look up. She pushed the covers down her thighs, pulled her T-shirt over her head, and shimmied her underwear off with the efficient compliance of someone who had made a decision about how this was going to go tonight.
No attitude. No sullenness.
Total obedience.
I walked to the end of the bed and began to strip, folding each item carefully over the bed frame.
“Isn’t the silence pleasant, Iskra?” I said, moving toward her.
I dragged the covers off her legs.
“What? Nothing to say tonight?” I asked, curling my fingers around her ankles and pulling her down until she lay flat on her back.
She said nothing. She stared at the ceiling.
I released her legs and took two pillows, stuffing them beneath her hips.
“It’s your fertile period,” I said, as she blinked, her chest rising with a slow breath. “A limited window to ensure conception.”
Her lips parted as she released the breath she had been holding.
“I read there is a surge in oestrogen levels during ovulation that makes you crave cock,” I said, arranging her thighs as her eyes moved to me. “Nature’s way of ensuring we multiply.”
Her lips pressed thin. Her nostrils flared.
“You should be grateful I’m here to see to your needs,” I drawled, covering her breasts with my hands.
My wedding band glinted in the warm glow of the lamp. I had taken it from the nightstand drawer for the occasion—it sat nestled between the tattoos inked across my fingers. Shields. Crosses. Stars.
I dragged my fingers between her thighs.
Damp, but not wet.
I eased two fingers inside her, curling them upward as I tugged on her nipple.
Her eyes closed. She hissed.
I took my time—tugging on her nipple to watch it lift her breast in the air before releasing it. I eased my fingers back and forth, ensuring I found the right spot on her insides and stayed there.
“Six days of this,” I murmured, as her insides involuntarily clenched around me. “To give this fertile little hole what it needs.”
Her fingers gripped the white cotton sheet beneath her.
Her breath came faster.
I moved to her other nipple and repeated the process. Again and again, until her pussy began to leak over my fingers.
Reading paid off.
“How appropriate that your cunt has soaked my wedding ring,” I said, pushing my fingers as deep as they could go, feeling her coat them with her arousal.
In and out. I watched the gold ring disappear inside her tight little pussy with each stroke. I didn’t stop until her hips shifted. Until my entire hand was drenched.
And when I pulled out?
I pushed those same fingers into her mouth.
She cleaned them without being told—lips closing around my fingers, tongue moving over each one. I pushed my ring finger past her tonsils.
“Clean my ring.”
Her eyes fluttered open. Her tongue traced slowly around the band. I pushed a little deeper to watch her gag. Her lips wrapped around my digit and she began to suck.
“There she is,” I murmured, as she held my hand and began to move her lips up and down. “That hungry little suka is awake.”
I reached down and cupped my balls before dragging my hand over my cock. I pumped slowly, smearing the precum over myself.
“Now reach down and hold your pussy open for me,” I said, pulling my finger from her mouth.
Her hands moved down, wrists resting on her thighs, and she spread herself open—showing me the various shades of pink. Light to dark.
“Wider. Stretch that hole open.”
Her fingers shifted to adjust her grip.
And just like that, she gave me my target.
I trailed the tip of my dripping cock over her clit, slow and deliberate. Her thighs stretched out in response.
I glanced up. Her eyes were stubbornly shut.
No matter.
I moved into position. I hardly needed to push—she practically drew me in herself. Her gasp was barely audible but I heard it. I pushed her hands aside to watch myself sink into her, inch by inch, her walls closing around me, ensnaring me in her tight wet heat.
Irritation reared up from nowhere.
I grabbed her hip, shifted my weight and hauled her up to straddle me in one motion.
“Ride my cock,” I snapped, positioning her knees on either side of me.
She sat there, dazed.
I closed my fingers around her throat and pulled her forward. Her hands landed on my chest to steady herself.
“Now move,” I said, using my grip on her throat to push her down onto me while my other hand pressed into her hip.
Oh, she moved.
Slow at first.
Then she found her stride. Her breasts began to bounce in front of me. I released her neck, noting the red stripes my fingers had left circling her throat. I held her by her hips and helped her work up and down the length of my cock.
Her hand moved to my shoulder, the other to the pillow, and she fucked herself on me. Her nipples scraped against my chest and I adjusted my grip, curling my hands around the backs of her thighs to help her move.
She panted as she rode me. Her breasts pressed fully against my chest with each stroke. I leaned forward and caught her swaying nipple, sucking hard enough to make her pussy contract around me.
I stared at the golden hair that flowed around us. Her eyes were closed as she worked her hips up and down. I pulled off her nipple and moved to her other breast, nipping with my teeth before latching on.
All while she rode me like a good little cocksucker. The way she swallowed me from tip to root was an art form. When her movements grew faster I released her nipple.
Her moans grew louder.
Her breath shorter.
With a growl I began to slam her down while thrusting my hips up to meet her. Her head fell back and a cry tore out of her.
I couldn’t look away.
Her face contorted and she pushed down hard onto me. I could feel her wet heat smeared all over me. The moment her muscles tensed and her pussy strangled my cock as though she never wanted to let go, I swung her onto her back and began to pound into her.
“Breed this pussy,” I snarled. “Going to—”
My balls tightened painfully. Days without release. My come spurted into her as the climax took over.
I groaned as white noise filled my ears. I came long and hard. Filling her up. Doing the job that was required.
Heavy breaths filled the room as we tried to stabilise our hearts.
I held myself inside her. It could help to lock my seed in.
That's what I told myself.