14. Wren
WREN
Iwoke up in Viktor’s bed. The soft, plush mattress and satiny sheets gave it away that I was not on the sofa that I had been resting on during my “stay” here.
What really clued me into something being different this morning was the presence of his hand on me. Sluggish and not in the mood to get up at all, I took a moment to realize that he was touching me.
The path of his big, callused hand between my legs tricked me into giving up on the chance to dream and sleep in.
The steady pressure of his fingers curling and stroking inside me spurned me to wake up even faster.
And the friction of his thumb rubbing around my clit had me jerking into consciousness immediately as I lay on my side, him spooning me.
I gasped. Arching back into him, I woke up to the realization that I had been humping my ass against his morning wood.
He noticed that I was awake now, because he positioned his thick dick into my wet entrance, then brought his hand up higher. His fingers were smeared and coated with my arousal, leaving a trail of the slickness as he roughly rubbed and flicked at my nipple.
“Oh, fuck.” I swallowed a groan after that quiet curse.
I reached my hand up to grab the back of his head.
Thrusting back into him while he rammed his dick deep inside me, I savored the naughty burn of him filling me and stretching me wide again.
I was sore from taking him twice last night, but I was already too far into wanting him again.
Into needing him right now.
I threaded my fingers through his long hair, gripping it as much as I could while he leaned up over me and stole my lips in a torrid kiss.
The scrape of his beard against my cheek reminded me that I was still raw from the whisper burn of his facial hair from last night, but just like the demanding pressure of his fucking me with that long, thick dick, I embraced it.
I didn’t think.
I felt him.
There was nothing to assess, ascertain, or act on.
“Morning, Red,” he growled in between his hard pounds into me.
“It’s… not… a bad… one.”
He curled his fingers on my breast, holding me in place as he rutted me like a beast.
“It’s going to be a busy one,” he warned.
I was so close. Almost there. The tension banding through my stomach heralded yet another strong orgasm, and I prayed that Lurch wasn’t close enough to overhear.
“Busy,” I agreed breathlessly.
He latched his mouth on me again, lowering his hand from my breast to my clit, rubbing me there as he fucked me. “Very busy if you’ll promise your allegiance to me and my family.”
I winced. He had to bring that up? Now?’
“If you’ll work with me,” he said before nipping my lip.
“Because as much as I’d settle for your swearing your allegiance to my cock,” he rasped in that husky, sleepy, and lusty voice, “it’s time for us to find out what else you can do for me.”
I cried out, arching back against him as I came.
Between his fingers on my clit, his dick embedded in my pussy, and his mouth on mine again, I was lost to the storm of stimulation he overwhelmed me with.
Stars burst behind my closed lids. My lungs couldn’t fill fast enough.
And as I trembled from the aftershocks of his stuffing me, I sagged against him and welcomed his following me down.
He returned his hand to my breast and held on tight as he jack-knifed one more time into me and filled me with his cum. Dick twitching and his chest heaving for air, he clutched me close as we lay there and came back down to earth.
“Okay?”
I blinked my eyes open. “Okay, what?”
“Do you realize how bizarre it is for me to ask you anything?”
I rolled my eyes. “Okay, what?”
“I could order you.”
“It baffles me that you haven’t. Okay, what?” If he expected me to know what he was talking about after taking me like that, he was delusional.
“Okay that we see what else you can do for me.”
“Is swearing allegiance to your dick no longer on the table?”
“Oh, that’s always an option.” He slid out of me and stood. Before he walked away, he gripped my ankles and dragged me down the bed until he could pick me up, toss me over his shoulder, and carry me to the bathroom to shower with me.
I didn’t protest once, feeling like a traitor who’d caved way too quickly for a good fuck.
After we ate, he brought me back to the mansion. Adrik was busy but I wasn’t there to see him. I was ushered into Elena’s office where she seemed to be waiting for me. Another computer had been set up next to her workspace.
“You can begin your research here,” she said, showing me how to log in and all.
“I’m not sure what you want me to do,” I told her.
Another employee, Igor, entered and assisted with getting me set up.
I was expected to find transactions that came from a select range of account numbers, and somehow, that would help Elena track who was paying which agents.
All their identities were coded, so it seemed like this was only half of the “key” to what they wanted to know.
But once I got into it, it felt like I wasn’t doing anything that I hadn’t done before.
When I worked at the fraud department in Oregon, this was basically all I did.
A lot of computer work.
A lot of it.
Nothing was popping up with an a-ha style of discovery, but Elena and Igor both seemed pleased that I could weed out the transactions that likely didn’t indicate bribes.
Viktor came to pick me up, but instead of taking me back to his house after what seriously felt like a “work day”, he took me out to dinner at one of the clubs they owned on the Strip.
I couldn’t stop looking out the windows, taking in all the lights. All the crowds. It was so damn hot out there, but it was teeming with pedestrians and tourists. I was glad Viktor was on a call while we were driven there, but once he was done, he tugged on my skirt and got my attention.
“See something interesting?”
I shrugged. “All of it, I guess. I didn’t exactly have time to sightsee or get used to anything before my disastrous first night on the job.”
“Hey, your loss, my gain.” He grinned, totally smug and mocking that he wasn’t bummed about having to kidnap me.
“Uh-huh,” I deadpanned.
I turned to look back out the window, feeling like an animal let off the leash after being cooped up at his house for weeks. He didn’t let me have the freedom to sightsee through the window, though. Gripping my chin, he turned me to face him. “How did it go with Elena today?”
“Oh, so you’re my supervisor now? I was under the impression that she was.”
“She’s more experienced with this kind of investigative work,” he replied.
“I don’t know how it went but she thought I was productive. Igor, too.”
We reached the club and he held my hand to bring me up to the restaurant. Guards flanked us until we were seated in a VIP room, and I refused to see this as a date.
He did, though.
A working date. “If you want to repeat the whole kiss-for-a-question thing, I’m game.” He pulled me closer to him on the circular booth seat. “But I need to eat first. For sustenance.”
I sighed. While I was coming to understand that he could be a direct man, he was awfully sarcastic too.
Is it a defense mechanism?
Or just a quirk of his personality?
I wished I could be more confident on how to read him, especially since we’d blurred the lines even more by having sex. My lines were all smudged and messy because I couldn’t help but feel like I was siding with him and forsaking my agency.
“Talk to me, Red.” He sipped his drink that the serving staff delivered by default.
“What?” I shrugged.
“What did you find? Did you see any connection to the network? Elena was supposed to explain where we’re trying to track the bribes from.”
I nodded. But when he raised his brows, like he was pleased that I had that successful of a day, what felt like another “first day on the job”, I shook my head.
“No. I found some things that need to be looked at more, but nothing conclusive to this network. I’m kind of surprised this network is spread out so far in the States, though.
” I furrowed my brow. “It seems like something that would’ve started overseas, in Eastern Europe, then branched out to here. ”
“What do you mean?”
“When I track back transactions and source them, they have a lot of markers that mean they’ve come from international accounts.
” I still had him. He was listening attentively, and I realized that he actually valued what I said.
So, I continued. I elaborated on my ideas of where this network could have been founded.
And all the while, throughout our meal, he didn’t show a shred of doubt.
He didn’t interrupt me and insinuate that I was stupid.
He didn’t question me instantly. And he didn’t treat me like a rookie.
Maybe it was his twisted good fortune to have captured a federal agent who began her career in a fraud department, but this was a topic I had experience with.
Elena was a true expert at dodging through accounts and hacking into banking servers, but I didn’t feel like I had to earn her trust. Or Viktor’s.
Unlike how I always felt at the office, dismissed and just one of the many stuck in the rat race there.
By the time we were finished with our meals, I couldn’t deny how well we had already begun working as reluctant partners.
He seemed too stuck on this idea of my swearing allegiance to his dick, with the possessive looks he gave me as he held my hand and led me out of the restaurant at the club.
But I was getting ahead of myself at the realization that I’d just started a new job for the Volkovs and couldn’t hate it yet.
“What’s that little scoff for?” he asked me as he led me outside.
“I was just thinking that this feels like another first day on the job.”
He smiled.
“I just hope that it doesn’t end as lousily as my last one,” I deadpanned at him.
He pulled me in close and kissed me with the brutal hunger I had no business craving.
“No one’s taking you away from me, though.”
Thanks. Thanks for the reminder that I am still stuck in this weird kidnapping ploy of yours.