Chapter 5 Ivan
Ivan
I should have known better than to talk business at home right now. Danielle is new here, and it’s just my luck she would be wandering around as I’m having the most conspicuous phone call of my life.
I wanted her to get closer to me, but I fear this is only going to drive her away now. I hate that. Nothing in this world would satisfy me more than her fully giving in to me. This was a mistake that could set me back horribly.
“Come with me,” I say, grabbing her hand and dragging her out of my office. “I have business to attend to today, and I need to make sure you’re safe here.”
“What are you talking about? Safe from what?” Danielle asks, her arm wiggling a bit as she tries to free herself.
I hold on tighter, knowing that I need to do something to distract her. I need her to look at me like she did in the pool again. If I lose her, I don’t know what I’ll do.
“Talk to me!” Danielle shouts, wiggling even more under my grasp. I feel a frenzy in my chest as I detour from the route to her bedroom and stop in the kitchen.
Several of the staff are gathered in here, and I immediately command them all to leave. None of them argue as they set down whatever it is they were working on and walk out of the kitchen, leaving Danielle and me alone.
I turn to her, lifting her up and setting her down on the counter. I can see the confusion in her eyes, and I just need to wipe that away.
I unbutton her jeans and pull them down as she wiggles against me. “What are you doing?” Danielle asks, trying to stop me.
“I just can’t get enough of you,” I say, moving a hand between her legs and massaging her clit. She grits her teeth and tries to look away, but I can see how she bites her lips, how she spreads her legs a little wider for me. “Like I said, I want to pleasure you all the time. Let me do that.”
“Why can’t I leave?” Danielle asks, her body relaxing a bit as I massage her clit with my thumb.
“I promise I’ll tell you everything you need to know later,” I whisper, yanking her jeans off all the way and lowering my face to her pussy. “I have to leave soon. But just relax and enjoy this before I go.”
My tongue grazes her clit over her panties, and she lets out a moan that lets me know she’s putty in my hands yet again.
“Do you promise?” Danielle asks through the moans, her fingers running through my hair.
I just nod and continue teasing her clit with my tongue. Her panties are soaking wet after a moment, and I press my tongue hard against her, knowing this is just enough to tease her before I slide the crotch of them aside and taste her.
“Ahhh, fuck...” Danielle whimpers, her body tensing as I swirl my tongue around her clit. To think that earlier today she was a virgin, and now I’m getting to show her what pleasure truly is.
My cock is hard in my pants, but that’s something I will have to deal with later. I don’t have time to truly fuck her the way I want to, plus she needs to rest a bit after the pool. I know she’ll be a little sore.
She twitches on the counter as I suck her clit between my lips and drive another orgasm out of her. I don’t stop moving until she calms down, her body no longer trembling from my touch.
When I back away from her, she sits up like she’s ready to hop off the counter and go about her day, but I stop her.
“I’m not done with you yet,” I whisper, grabbing the waistband of her panties and pulling them off completely. “Spread your legs nice and wide for me.”
She doesn’t hesitate as she leans back on the counter and spreads her legs wider. Now that she’s fully naked from the waist down, I can admire the full view of her slick folds spread out for me. She’s fucking perfect. I won’t give her up. I can’t now that I’ve tasted her.
I bury my face between her legs, my tongue tracing all the way from her needy hole to her clit. I lap against it again, driving into her with more force this time as I lift her legs to push them closer to her chest.
Danielle moans uncontrollably as I tease her, taking my time to make sure every orgasm is just as intense as the first. I moan against her as I press my lips to her clit again, and she shivers as another orgasm crashes over her.
Her fingers lace through my hair as she holds my face close to her, fighting the inevitable fact that I eventually have to back away.
After she comes down for the second time, I back away and hand her the jeans to slip back on.
“I know you have questions, and I’ll answer them. But right now, I have work to do tonight, and I need you to stay here,” I say as she stands up, her knees a little shaky.
“Work tonight? Just tell me what you do. Take me with you so I can see it,” Danielle says, her voice impassioned.
I shake my head. “No. You have to stay here. Nikolai and Dimitri will be here to watch over you. I promise I’ll explain everything; just be patient.”
Leaving Danielle at the penthouse with as many questions as she had was risky, but I didn’t have a choice. My only comfort is knowing that Nikolai and Dimitri won’t let her run away.
As prominent as Danielle is on my mind, I have to force her aside to work. I get to the nightclub, and Lev is waiting outside with a cigarette in hand.
“Glad you finally decided to show up,” he says, tossing it on the ground and stomping it out.
“What are we working with?” I ask, both of us pushing our way past the line of people waiting to get in. The bouncer recognizes me and waves us through.
“Adrian called me and told me about the Petrovs’ plan to attack you at the warehouse.
He mentioned a lost shipment, and I did some digging about that.
Apparently, the Petrovs lost close to a mil in guns.
They seem to think that’s your doing,” Lev says as we maneuver through the crowds of people to get to the basement.
“Now, why would our good friends think that?” I ask, no amusement in my voice. I don’t take kindly to being threatened.
“Here’s the fun part,” Lev says with a mirthless laugh, stopping me at the bottom of the stairs before I open the door to see what he has waiting.
“They think our most recent shipment of arms is as big as it is because we stole their goods. They think that because they have a mole inside our ranks.”
My blood runs cold. Who the fuck have I let into my family that’s going around and telling the Petrovs everything we’re doing? If I find out who they are, they’re going to regret ever crossing me.
“And who the fuck is that?” I ask through gritted teeth.
“That remains to be seen,” Lev says, opening the door and revealing a familiar face tied to a wooden chair, surrounded by boxes filled with weapons and drugs we’ve stashed here.
“Vlad, what have you gotten yourself into now?” I storm across the room to him. “Tell me, who is this mole I’ve heard so much about?”
Vladimir Petrov is one of the sons of Pyotr Petrov, the leader of their family. Vladimir is notoriously messy. He’s the youngest son with no chance of ruling.
As I get closer, pressing my hands against the back of his chair, he spits at me. “You’ll have to kill me before I tell you.”
I wipe the spit off of my face and glare at him, shoving the back of the chair so he crashes into the ground with a loud thud. “That’s no way to start a conversation.”
His eyes widen as I stand over him, kneeling down to get closer. I grab the collar of his shirt in my fist and lift him up, throttling him. “Tell me what I want to know, and I’ll send you running back to Daddy.”
He shakes his head, a laugh slipping out of his throat. “I’m dead either way. I won’t tell you.”
“Then I’ll just have to make you,” I say, my fist colliding with his cheekbone. Vlad lets out a grunt as my fist crashes against him. Blood splatters from his nose immediately, and I raise my eyebrows expecting him to give in.
It’s clear to me this is going to be a long session. I punch him again, lifting up the chair so he doesn’t choke on his own blood. I can’t have him dying on me before I have the information I need.
Someone has infiltrated my ranks and is selling information to my enemy. That puts me in danger alongside everyone in my family, and now Danielle. I don’t like to be fucked with.
Vlad doesn’t respond easily. My fists crash into his face, his chest, breaking ribs and bruising nearly every inch of his torso.
People in our line of work know how to take pain. But taking it for as long as I’m willing to dole it out to him is something else entirely.
By the time I get him to talk, my knuckles are cracked and bleeding from force, and I have his blood stained all over me.
“All I need is a name,” I say to him, grabbing the collar of his shirt again to force his limp head to look me in the eye.
He coughs blood, and I raise my eyebrows at him. I can see in his gaze that he doesn’t want to die. He doesn’t have to.
“Nikolai,” he finally says. I lean closer to make sure I heard him correctly, and he says it again.
My chest tightens when I think about it. There’s only one Nikolai in my ranks, and right now he is at my house watching over Danielle.
I don’t spare a moment, rushing out of the room to get home. I have to make sure she’s safe.