Chapter 22
Roman
“If you’re here, you already know.”
Every man in the room is standing when I enter and take my chair at the head of the table. I sit and the others do the same, except for two of Volchya’s top enforcers, now my personal guards, standing on either side of me.
Lev sits to my right as council and Alexei to my left.
Down the line comes the other brigadiers.
Misha, who’s been promoted to take over my crew.
Across from him is Viktor, one of Yuri’s men whose loyalty was to Volchya and not my father.
Then comes Petrov, promoted to take over for Dimitri.
Pasha sits at the far end of the table, quiet and nervous.
He doesn’t need to be nervous. I’ve never had an issue with the accountant, but the main reason I’m keeping him is because he knows exactly where my father hid and laundered his money.
I turn to Lev, “Tell me about Sergei.”
Lev shrugs. “Not much to explain. Sergei’s smart. He understood his time was up the moment he heard about Grigori’s sudden disappearance. He took the payoff and is packing a bag right now for Marbella. He’ll enjoy his money in Spain; they won’t ask questions there. We won’t hear from him again.”
“Yuri?” I look over at Alexei who I’d left in charge of handling him.
“Yuri’s pissed no one trusted him.”
I grit my teeth. “Let him stay pissed. Where is he?”
“He’s gone.”
“How do you know?”
“I sent men to make sure he left the city. He won’t return, he has too much family here. He knows their safety can’t be guaranteed if he defies orders.”
“Good.”
I reach for the Vodka, but gesture to Pasha before opening it. “Dimitri’s widow?”
Pasha blinks as if he’d forgotten where he was. “Oh right. Maria is provided for. I paid her from the Obshchak. She won’t have to worry about money again.”
I nod and so do the others. I open the bottle, pour a shot and pass it around. Glasses fill around the table and then we stand, paying tribute.
“Dimitri.”
In one shot we down our Vodka and just like that, Volchya moves on. I don’t waste another minute. “Petrov. Vostrik and Novy Kamen are yours. We’re taking them back. Do whatever you need to make that message clear to anyone, any business that’s confused about who makes the rules.”
Petrov’s lips curl into a half smile. “Consider it done, Pakhan.”
“The message from this morning,” Viktor begins. “What if the Albanians decide to make trouble?”
“They won’t. They didn’t have enough time to expand or recruit. They don’t have the numbers for a war. They never will, as long as I’m around.”
Misha grins. “Wish I could see the look on this bastard Luan’s face when he gets your message. Must be gold.”
“Yeah?” I ask, raising a brow. “I’m glad you volunteered. Send a couple of your men to keep an eye on the Albanians. I’m expecting Luan and his associates to have a hard time accepting this message. Make it easier for them to understand.”
Misha nods, understanding the assignment. I glance around the room; fully aware they expect to be dismissed soon. I lift my hand and point toward the door. Nala is out in the hall waiting with one of her potential bodyguards. I still need to vet a few more candidates to make sure she has the best.
No one moves except for Maksim, the enforcer to my right.
The others know better than to leave without me giving them the clear.
The door opens and I’m standing before she fully steps into the room.
Maksim steps aside as I cross the room to meet her, placing my hand at her back.
I guide her toward my chair, stopping beside it to keep her behind my shoulder.
I know she’s nervous with everyone staring at her. Still, she follows the rules, standing quietly, eyes lowered, her attention on me alone. Definitely not the men watching her.
“This is Nala,” I tell them, loud and clear. “She’s under my personal protection.”
I sit. She stays standing at my side, showing her obedience.
There will never be an excuse now that no one knew who she belonged to.
I keep my focus around the table, making sure everyone understands.
Viktor’s gaze lingers a second too long, sweeping over Nala’s body.
He corrects himself quickly, eyes dropping to the empty Vodka glass in front of him.
“Make sure your people understand who she is.” I lean forward, forearms on the table. “That she’s not available, will never be available.”
Silence greets my announcement. As I expected. I tap a finger against the table, calling out, “Meetings over.”
Afterward Nala and I head back to the penthouse.
I lead her inside and notice she’s still moving slower and carefully.
It’s not obvious, but I notice it because I know it’s from earlier.
The memory hits me, Nala pressed against the shower tiles, water streaming over us while I fucked her like an animal and even with all the whimpering and gasping, she never once told me to stop, just kept taking my cock.
I close the door behind us and turn to her.
She’s standing in the middle of my living room, our living room, looking unsure what to do in this new place.
For a moment, I take her in, this girl who let me parade her in front of my men and stood still, behaving exactly as I told her despite her nerves, simply trusting that I would take care of her. I always will.
“Come here, pchyolka.”
She crosses to me without thinking twice, stopping when she’s close enough for me to touch. I cup her face in both hands, tilting her head back, so I can look at her.
“I was rough with you this morning.”
I wasn’t asking, but she nods anyway. “Tell me where I hurt you.”
She raises a brow before a slow smile makes its way across her lips. I wait, thumb stroking slow along her jaw.
“My pussy,” she says softly, “Roman, you hurt my pussy.”
“I did, huh?” I slide my hands down to her hips, fingers hooking into the waistband of her jeans. “Can I look?”
She nods eagerly. I pull the zipper down, going extra slow. Her breath hitches as I peel the jeans down her thighs, taking her panties with it in one go. When it pools around her ankles, she steps out, standing with your naked cunt in front of me.
“Spread your legs for me.”
I crouch in front of her to get a better look. Her pussy is swollen, the delicate skin raw from how hard I’d used her. I brush my thumb gently over her outer lips and she flinches just slightly, not pulling away, just reacting to the tenderness.
“Yeah,” I murmur, more to myself than to her. “I see what I did.” I glance up, catching her eyes. “Poor Nala. There’s only one way to make your cunt feel better.”
She sucks in a breath and bites back a moan. “How?”
I lean forward and press the softest kiss against her mound, just above her slit. “I have to lick you to make it better.” I give it another kiss, slightly lower. “I need you to be okay so my cock can fuck you again.”
She covers her mouth, but it doesn’t stop the needy cry from escaping. Her fingers graze through my hair. I kiss her again, right over her clit this time, pulling back to look at her.
“Do you want more?”
“Yes,” she pants, her hips squirming. “Please make my cunt feel better with your kisses.”
“I will, I told you I’d take care of you.”
I stand and guide her toward the bedroom, my hands on her hips steering her until the backs of her knees hit the mattress.
She lies back without needing to be told.
Her legs fall open immediately, as always for me.
I kneel between her thighs and spread her wider, using my thumbs to open her completely.
Every bit of her swollen pussy is exposed to my gaze, brown, wet and so fucking perfect I could stare at it for hours.
But she’s waiting, desperate for my touch. Her breathing’s shallow, her eyes shining with anticipation.
“Make it stop hurting,” she pleads. I lower my head and give her exactly what she’s begging for.
The first touch of my tongue makes her gasp. I lick her gentle, long and slow along her outer lips, avoiding her clit entirely. She’s so sensitive right now that even the slightest lick has her moaning, little whimpers escaping in her throat.
I hold her thighs open with firm hands, holding her open, while I work. My tongue traces every fold, every curve, learning the taste of her all over again. She’s already getting wetter, her body responding despite the soreness.
When I finally trace my tongue through her slit and push inside, she goes insane.
Her back arches clean off the bed, hands gripping the sheets as a cry tears from her throat.
I fuck her with my tongue, feeling her clench around the invasion while I push her toward the edge.
My nose presses against her clit with each thrust, adding just enough pressure to make her moan.
She’s so close, her thighs start trembling uncontrollably, screaming my name.
I double down, tongue working faster, and she falls apart. Her whole body convulses, legs trying to close around my head while she shivers and moans. I gentle my movements but don’t stop, licking her until her breathing calms and her legs stop shaking.
I pull back and stand, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. My cock is a beast right now in my pants, straining so hard against the zipper it’s almost painful.
I see the moment she notices. Her eyes go wide, focusing on the obvious bulge at my groin. Her eyes then soften and her lips curve into the sexiest smile. She sits up slowly, and without saying a word, she takes off her shirt and bra, putting her tits on display, for my viewing.
I never get tired of seeing her breasts. Absolute perfection. I groan her name, “pchyolka.”
Her hand comes up toward my belt, fingers fumbling slightly with the buckle. I catch her wrist gently and brush her hand aside, sitting down on the edge of the bed beside her.
She doesn’t need further instruction. Nala turns onto her side, so her face is level with my lap.
Her fingers go to my zipper, pulling it down with, while looking up at me with a shy smile but sexy smile, like she knows exactly what she’s doing to me.
She reaches inside freeing my cock. It's out, thick and hard, ready for her.
She stares at it for half a second before opening her mouth and taking me in.
“Fuck,” I hiss, my hand grabbing her hair and twisting it around my fist.
She sucks me in deeper than the first time, so much that I can feel the back of her throat.
Her mouth… her tits out, lying across my lap with her lips stretched around my cock.
I can’t fucking breathe. It’s too much. I tighten my hold on her hair.
“You know how to use that mouth, now, don’t you? That you have to use it and please me.”
She makes a sound of agreement around my cock, the vibration shooting straight through me, taking me even deeper inside. She’s sucking harder than last time, like she was starving for it, after getting her first taste.”
I grasp her hair, jerking her head, guiding her movement on my cock. “That’s right, pchyolka. You suck this cock, take it all in. That’s what your mouth is for.”
I watch her eyes flutter. She moans around me and sucks harder, pulling deep on my cock. I look down at her, seeing her eyes glazed when they’re open again. Fuck.
She’s really getting off on having my cock stuffed in her mouth and I’m not even touching her. “You love sucking cock?” Honest question.
She nods frantically without breaking rhythm, and I bite back another groan.
“What about cum?”
She nods again.
“Is that why you’re sucking so hard?” I ask, pulling her hair lightly. “Because you’re hungry for more cum?”
She nods again, more desperate this time but never letting up on sucking. Her free hand comes up to grip my thigh, nails digging in slightly through my pants.
“Fuck,” I groan. “You’re addicted to cum, aren’t you?”
She nods again frantically, causing me to lose it. I start fucking her mouth, not too rough, I’m not going to do that to her yet, but enough that she understands what’s happening. Her eyes water as she relaxes her throat, letting me use her mouth, thrusting into her throat.
“You’re addicted to cum, pchyolka?” I ask again, rougher as the pressure in my balls build.
She tries to mumble a yes around my cock, it’s muffled but I can make it out.
I fuck her mouth faster. “My cum,” I growl.
“You’re addicted to my cum.” Her eyes look even more glazed, frantically trying to keep up while I fuck her mouth.
“Mine.” I grunt, watching in disbelief as her entire body begins to shake, realizing she’s coming from having my cock in her mouth. From being used like this.
How the fuck?
I throw my head back, grating, “Look at me.” My balls draw up at the sight of her losing it like this. Her eyes snap to mine immediately, completely focused on my face. I come hard my cock pulsing, filling her throat with cum, her eyes never leaving mine as she swallows it all.
“That’s right,” I say, gently, through the haze of pleasure. “You always look at me when I feed my cum down your throat.”
When I finish, my hand in her hair loosens and she pulls back slowly, my cock slipping from her mouth. She immediately leans forward, pressing a soft kiss to the head. She smiles, lifts her gaze to me, and whispers, “Thank you.”
I drop back against the bed pulling her along with me, taking her in my arms. She curls into my chest, cuddling close.
I lie there, staring at the ceiling, Nala curled against my chest, cuddling close and gazing up at me.
I know I’m not a good man. I don’t deserve the love of a girl like Nala, but I don’t care.
I’ll take her love and in return there’ll never be a single day for the rest of her life, that my pchyolka won’t know how much I love her.
Know that she’s the best woman in the world, the only one, who could ever complete a monster like me.
Moya pchyolka. My love. My life. My everything.