Chapter Twenty-Two Konstantin’s POV
Chapter Twenty-Two
Konstantin’s POV
Maybe Alina was right when she said I had control.
Because that would be a good explanation for why I didn’t look anything like the restless shit I felt like.
It would explain how I could still hold conversations with my men when thoughts of what was going on with Alina spun around my brain.
It would explain why I looked the same when I was practically going crazy.
I wasn’t one to be confused or at a loss for a way forward out of anything.
But when she left the sitting room after Mila’s discovery, those were the exact feelings that wrapped around my mind.
I was angry and disappointed that she knew something, however little, about Vitya without letting me know.
But it was also true that information about someone who served as his driver might seem inconsequential to someone who didn’t know how people like him built their networks.
I looked at her when Mila said the leak was tied to someone in the house because…I couldn’t explain why exactly. What I knew was that it was the normal thing to do. She was the closest thing to a suspect in the house.
I would have justified it as the right thing to do had my chest not constricted with an unpleasant feeling when she stood to leave.
“The thirty packs are here, sir,” Lambeth notified, making me look at the transparent packs of white powder.
“Hm,” I uttered, sliding my hands into my pockets. “And those in the other room?”
“We counted those last night. Everything is complete.”
“Call the others. Start moving them. Quantity over order this time. The client’s limit is the container’s limit.”
“Oh, okay, sir.”
I turned around and went back into my office.
“Boss, Mila has something,” Sergei said, entering the office.
“Did she say what?” I inquired, already rising to my feet.
“A pattern in the intel. That’s all she told me.”
“Let’s go, then.”
The car had barely slowed to a halt when Sergei and I got out on different sides. I went ahead of him into the office.
“Mr. Konstantin,” she said from where she sat behind her table.
Her table was to the left of my desk, and it was closer to the door.
“Mila,” I answered, approaching her as Sergei entered the office. “Sergei said you found something.”
“Yes, I did,” she confirmed, nodding.
She turned her laptop away from herself, showing us the screen.
“There seems to be a pattern in this intel. It looks too organized to even be a crime. Look at the dates of the entries and even those names,” she said.
I looked through the dates. Sergei nodded beside me.
“It looks planted,” I said.
“Like someone orchestrated it,” Sergei added.
“Exactly my point,” she said. “We have two lines of info. Let’s examine them against each other. Cross-check.”
“Okay. Let’s do that,” Sergei said, opening the laptop bag in his hand and placing the laptop on the table.
I took a seat in one of the chairs by my desk as Sergei and Mila worked.
Minutes later, Mila declared, “It’s a sophisticated frame-up.”
“The pattern wasn’t random,” Sergei revealed. “Someone is using Alina’s old credentials from the Russian clinic to send information. As a cover.”
I didn’t know what to say.
“To outsiders, it looks like she’s the mole. That’s why the location I got was right here in the manor,” Mila added.
Relief.
That was what I felt as I heard their conclusion. It felt good to know that Alina might not be guilty. But my faded stress seemed to rise again as I thought of how everything was still tied to her.
“She might be innocent. Or she might have an ally,” I said.
“Someone might be linked to her without her knowledge at all,” Sergei pointed out.
“We’ll find the answer,” Mila assured, nodding confidently. “Very soon.”
I left the office and went upstairs. I wasn’t settled enough to sit in my chair, so I didn’t.
If Alina were truly innocent, I’d be happy about it. But I wondered how things would be between us after I kept questioning her loyalty.
I don’t even know if we still have a relationship right now.
But then, duty calls.
I couldn’t be thinking about how I felt about her when there were things to be tied up in the Morozov case.
Could she really have an ally?
The existence of different possibilities was upsetting. I wished I could just snap my fingers and all the answers would come up. I wanted to know Alina’s position in all of this. I needed to find out.
There’s only one way to know.
I stormed out of my office and into her bedroom. She was still awake. She turned away from the window, and I couldn’t tell what she was thinking as he gazed at me.
“Who is helping you?” I demanded.
She totally turned away from the window and faced me.
“I’m done explaining myself to you. If you’re going to kill me, do it. If not, start trusting me,” she said, her voice trembling but her expression unbroken.
Something in her defiance broke my control, and I walked towards her and grabbed her. Slamming her back against the wall, I saw how her eyes dilated. But instead of hurting her like she obviously expected, my lips collided against hers.
She responded immediately, her lips kissing back like I didn’t just surprise her. The kiss was desperate, all tongue and teeth. The taste of iron hit my tongue as I devoured her mouth, and her fingers tantalized the skin at the back of my neck.
In a minute, our clothes were strewn all over the floor, and my hands were between her thighs. I slid two fingers into her, and she moaned, her shaky hands gripping my shoulders. I moved quickly, and my fingers were wet with her juices as she came with a loud cry.
“That sound drives me crazy,” I muttered before licking my fingers.
I lifted her, and she wrapped her legs around my waist. I took a step, so her back was against the wall again. Holding on to her body with one hand, I pushed my cock into her tight, moist pussy.
“Oh…Oh, damn!” she moaned.
I dug my fingers into her hair and released the tendrils from the twist so it poured down her back. I started moving, and her moans filled the room. Her fingers clawed at my back as I pounded into her like a raving beast.
“I’m…I….I’m gonna come,” she said amidst pants.
I felt her clench around my me, and I increased my pace, my movements getting rougher as she came. Her body quivered and jerked as she came down from her high. Then I came, holding her against the wall as I filled her with my cum. I slid out of her and held her tight against me.
She was still shivering, and I swept her hair off her face.
“I totally didn’t plan that,” I told her, chuckling.
She smiled, and I lifted her chin, pecking her swollen lip.
“Well, you did promise something of the sort recently,” she pointed out.
“That’s true,” I concurred. “But I had my bed in mind.”
She blinked but didn’t say anything.
I managed to pull my phone out of my pocket without letting her go.
I dialed the number. “All of you, leave the suite immediately.”
“What are you planning to do, Konstantin?” she asked, giving me a dubious look.
“You’ll see, baby,” I answered, kissing her cheek.
I went lower, and her moan was a reward in itself. I nibbled on the soft skin of her neck as I moved her off the wall and towards the door.
“What are you doing? We’re naked,” she whispered in my arms.
Instead of answering, I kissed her lips as I shut the door of her room and went to my bedroom door. I didn’t stop kissing her until her back landed on my bed.
“It’s beautiful,” she uttered, looking around as she sat up, the heels of her palms digging into the mattress.
I climbed the bed and parted her legs, my eyes on the soft pink flesh as I bent my head closer to her inner thighs.
“Very beautiful,” I remarked. “I agree.”
I gazed up at her, and the sight of her lower lip between her teeth as she looked down at me was enough to drive me wild.
I swiped my tongue over her pussy, and she fell into the bed, her knees slapping my head.
I held her legs apart as I moved my tongue inside her, flicking and tasting.
Her moans filled my room, and I felt her begin to tighten.
I applied suction to her clit, and she arched her back as she released a dragged-out moan.
She came all over my tongue, and I licked her clean before attacking her lips again.
I held myself up with my hand on both sides of her as I entered her with my impatient dick. I moved inside her without any rush. Her hands dug into my back, and I kissed her forehead as the sounds of our mixed breaths filled the room.
She came, and I kept going until I found my release. Spent, I rolled onto the bed beside her.
As we recovered, I turned to face her, and she did the same. I brought my face closer to hers so our foreheads were touching.
“I’ll find out who’s framing you even if I have to burn down the whole city,” I muttered, and she closed her eyes.
When she opened them again, she said, “I’m not your enemy. You should trust that.”
“Baby,” I called in a low tone. “I trust you.”
“Even if my actions speak otherwise,” I added.
“Your trust in me is all I need. It’s enough,” she answered.
I brought my hand to her waist. “I just need a little patience, Alina.”
She nodded.
This is all I need.