Chapter 18 #2
His bodyguards step closer. My father holds up a hand, stopping them.
“What I want is to see you on your knees begging for your life.” His lips curl.
“Unfortunately, you’ve made yourself too valuable.
I’m not interested in shaking up the organization.
Not when my decisions are already being questioned by even my own councilor. ”
“And yet you’re still chasing a whore.”
His eyes burn. “We both know I’m not searching for a whore.” He lets out a nasty laugh. “You’re my son, and I fucking hate you, but I know you’re no fool. No. You’re like me.” He leans closer. “Only worse.”
I don’t move.
“I’ve watched you since you were a teenager,” he snarls.
“Letting grown men, some of my best men, walk themselves into graves while you watched, studying their mistakes so you wouldn’t make them.
Learning who could be bought. Who needed to disappear.
” His voice drops to a deadly whisper. “That’s when you became a problem. ”
“If I’m such a problem,” I ask calmly, “why didn’t you kill me years ago?”
He sneers. “I like nice things.” His gaze drags over the warehouse. “Ease up on your tribute, and you might find yourself digging your own grave before thirty.”
I say nothing. That’s the only way to deal with him. He needs the last word.
A smug smile tears across his lips. “I’m glad we understand each other.”
Anton rushes to open the door. The Pakhan pushes past his bodyguards, both of them sneering at me like they have a personal problem with me.
The moment the door closes, everyone scrambles back into position. Anton walks over, whistling low. “That was—”
I lift a brow, giving him that look. Wrong fucking time. He shuts up right away. “I guess crates pack themselves now.”
I shove one of the crates with my foot, sending it skidding across the concrete. “You heard the Pakhan. My life depends on how fast you pack those crates. So move. Better not let me die.”
I walk past them and out the door. I take a deep breath. One more day. Less than that even. I’ve waited years for this, a few more hours is nothing.
I show my face at a couple of other places before stopping at Lev’s. I don’t stay long, just long enough to get the papers, and give my approval. Nala is now Layla Thompson, aged up to nineteen and complete with a birth certificate from the state of Hawaii.
I head back to the cottage and step inside.
Just like at the apartment, Nala is waiting for me in the living room.
She drops her book and comes to me on her tiptoes, waiting for a kiss.
I lower my head, taking her lips between mine.
When I pull back, I catch a familiar scent drifting from the kitchen.
She grins sheepishly. “I’m giving it another try. This time it won’t be like soup.”
“If it is?”
She taps a finger to her lips, pretending to think. “Then you can punish me?”
“You’d sabotage the food on purpose.”
She laughs. “I would never.”
I lift her off the floor and she locks her legs around me. “You would. Because you know I’d make you scream while doing it.”
Her features soften, heat flashing in her eyes. She threads her fingers into my hair, crushing her lips over mine. I’m done for. I don’t know how she does it but when I’m with her, everything, all the crap with my father, Bratva, everything fades. All I can see is her.
I kiss her hard, walking us toward the kitchen. “Turn it off,” she whispers against my lips. Next thing I know I’m carrying her into the bedroom.
I'm about to set her on the bed when she kisses my jaw. “Wait.”
Nala looks at me while sliding off the bed, her dark eyes on mine.
She sinks to her knees in front of me. I swallow hard, unable to look away.
Her palm flattens against me, stroking lightly.
I'm so damn hard, it's painful. Her fingers trace the outline of my cock, through my pants, slow, and steady, taking her time.
"Teach me, Roman." She looks up at me, sweeping her tongue across her lips. "Teach me how to please you like this."
I suck in a breath, biting back a groan. Nala. This girl who should be afraid of me, despise me for everything I am, is on her knees begging me to teach her how to suck my cock. Not because I’m telling her to, but because she loves me and wants to.
I can’t help it. A groan escapes me. I cup her face, my thumb brushing along her cheekbone. She closes her eyes, leaning into my touch and moaning softly.
"Take off your shirt,” I tell her. “Your bra too. I want to see your pretty breasts while you do this."
In one smooth motion, she lifts the shirt over her head, her bra following a second later, tossed to the floor. I take my time looking at her, kneeling before me with her breasts full and nipples already hard, waiting for my touch.
Krasavitsa.
So fucking beautiful.
I force myself to stay still, memorizing her like this, on her knees, watching, waiting for instructions.
I unbuckle my belt, unzipping my pants while watching the way her eyes clock my every movement. I open them just enough to free my cock. It springs out thick, hard and already leaking.
She draws in a quiet breath. Her eyes widen, lips parting as she stares, frozen, her breathing shallow. "Touch me, pchyolka” I say quietly. “Show me how much you want to please me."
She reaches out immediately, her fingertips brushing along my cock. I tilt my head back, unable to help it. Her touch is soft, careful and slow as if she’s memorizing every centimeter of me.
Finally, she wraps her hand around me. My cock pulses, hardening even more. She gasps, looking down at her fingers unable to close completely around me.
“Roman?”
“It’s okay,” I grate. “It’s more for you to lick.”
Her eyes glaze over and her thumb glides over the head, through the slickness of precum gathered there. She pauses, staring at the wetness on her thumb. She looks up at me and brings her thumb to her mouth, licking it clean.
“Blyad!”
I bite out the word as my cock jerks in her other hand. I grab the edge of the bed, holding firm. I used to pay escorts to suck me off yet none of them felt as good as just seeing Nala suck my precum from her finger.
Her eyes flutter close. She sighs softly as if she likes the taste of it.
No fucking way.
"You like that?"
"Yes." She opens her eyes, meeting mine. "Can I have more?"
Unbelievable.
"Lick it off,” I tell her. “You want more, you lick it right from the tip, not your finger.”
She leans forward, her tongue darts out, swirling around and licking the head of my cock, collecting the drop of precum trickling out.
She makes a soft sound, almost a moan, licking faster, then running her tongue all over my length.
I can’t stop watching her. My sweet little bee, loving on my cock with her mouth. My hand slides into her hair, wrapping around those soft curls. My breathing deepens. How the fuck is she doing this to me?
"Keep licking," I order quietly. "You’re going to learn every way to please this cock."
She nods, never taking her tongue off me. My head tips back, my vision blurring from pleasure.
When she reaches my balls she hesitates, cupping them, stroking and testing the feel of them in her hand.
"Can I kiss them?" she asks softly, looking up at me, unsure.
My balls draw tight. Every muscle inside my body tightening at the sound of her asking permission to put her mouth on my balls. I swallow hard, forcing myself to breathe. I need to see this.
"Yes," I choke out. "You can kiss them."
She lowers her head, pressing gentle kisses, shy at first, then a little braver. She gets more confident and that hot little tongue sticks back out, licking my balls like she did my cock.
I let out a sharp breath. My hand tightens in her hair. Pleasure shoots up my spine. My cock throbs in her other hand, jealous of the attention she’s giving my balls.
"That's it, Nala. This is where all my cum comes from.” I tug her hair, forcing her to look at me. "Every drop of it, waiting in there for you. Only you."
She whimpers when I loosen my grip, immediately lowering her head to kiss my balls again. Slower this time, reverent, like she understands they’re important to her now. Her hand works my cock, stroking it and keeping me painfully hard.
"Is your cum going to go in my mouth?” she asks, brushing her cheek against my cock. “Like it goes inside me when we have sex?"
My cock pulses so hard it almost hurts. I stop breathing, draw in a deep breath, getting myself under control. She's asking where my cum is going. My innocent girl needs me to teach her everything. Didn’t even fully understand what a blowjob was until tonight.
I cup her face with both hands, making sure she’s looking me in the eyes.
"My cum goes in your mouth, in your pussy and in your ass.” I keep my gaze locked on her. "It goes anywhere I want to put it. Your breasts…your face. You're mine and I'm going to fill every part of you."
Her breathing stops. Her eyes widen then lower as a moan escapes her lips. My fucking angel, needing my control.
“You did so well, licking my cock.” I tap her lips with the head. “Now you get to suck it.”
Her eyes burn with excitement as she leans forward, her curls spilling around her face. “It’s too big,” she whispers, her breath warm against my cock. “It won’t all fit.”
The more you suck it, the more you’ll learn to take inside your mouth.”
“Okay,” she whispers, opening her mouth, her tongue out, waiting for me. I guide my cock to her lips, letting the head rest on her tongue.
"Close your lips around it."
She obeys. Her lips wrap around the head of my cock, warm, wet and tight.
I groan, louder than I intended. Nala’s lips are perfect around my cock.
"Take more."
She does, pulling me deeper into her mouth. My gaze lowers to her breasts swaying with her movements. Her eyes lock onto mine, watching my reactions to learn what I like. She takes more and even more, until she gags slightly and her throat closes around me.