Chapter 5 Abducted
Abducted
Mira
I close the distance, and just like that, our mouths clash.
His hands cup the back of my neck, and I fist his white tank top. He dominates me with his mouth—nipping and sucking—taking what he wants from me. I can’t keep up, and he senses it. He groans something in Russian and kisses me again, slower this time.
His hands move down the front of my shirt, deftly unbuttoning it as his fingers skim across my chest and abdomen.
My back arches from his heated touch. His touch is almost too gentle for a man with blood on his hands, and when the last button slips free, he peels the fabric off my shoulders, baring my breasts tucked behind flimsy lace.
A flicker of hunger passes through his eyes as my shirt falls. With three fingers, he touches my chest, tracing the swells of my breast like a road map. He trails down over the curve of my waist and hip.
Nikolai’s fingers delve into the front of my pants, and he yanks me forward, slipping into my panties.
His fingers brush against my manicured landing strip, and I see something like approval in his eyes before he unsnaps my pants and lowers the zipper in a tantalizing reveal—slow and deliberate.
My pants pool around my ankles, and my panties soon follow.
“You are beautiful,” he murmurs approvingly, stroking my mound.
He crouches and presses his nose against the triangle between my legs, inhaling deeply, vibrating from my natural scent.
My fingers thread through his dark hair, and I push him deeper, swiveling my hips and marking him.
I half expect him to reprimand me, but he doesn’t seem to mind, especially when he groans his satisfaction.
“Oh, God,” I murmur, voice barely above a whisper when his tongue grazes my clit. He licks a stripe up my landing strip.
“Always so sweet for me, Mira.”
Suddenly, Nikolai jumps to his feet and yanks his tank top off, tossing it in the corner.
I help him undress, violently tearing his pants and boxers down to his ankles.
The sight of his jutting dick makes me hungry to taste him.
I should be scared of the guaranteed nine inches that’s sure to split me in half, but I’ll take Nikolai’s dick like a pro if it’s the last thing I ever do.
My mouth is on him, and I suck his length, choking on it while my fingers feverishly move between my thighs.
“Mira, my sweet, you’ll have to add more fingers than that,” he rasps as he watches me finger myself. I moan around his dick and add a third finger. To my disappointment, it’s not long before he’s demanding that I stand.
“Stand, Mira,” he says in frustration. I stop immediately, unsure what I did to set him off.
He drops to his knees and props my right leg over his shoulder.
I gasp when he thrusts two fingers inside.
I whimper above him when he squeezes in another finger.
“I know, baby, but you must be ready for me,” he comments, breath warming my pussy.
“Fuck, Nikolai, I need you,” I whine, trying my best to delay my climax.
He stands, picks me up, and my legs wrap around him. He lines himself up with my dripping entrance, and our mouths collide as he impales me on his engorged shaft. I bite my bottom lip harder with each passing inch. He slaps my ass—the sound ricocheting like a gunshot against the concrete walls.
“Are you alright, Mira?”
My thighs tremble around his hips.
“Is it all the way in?” I ask, breathing heavily in and out of my nose.
“No, Mira. It is not. You’re only taking a little more than half right now.”
I bury my face in the crook of his neck, and I’m thankful he gives me time to adjust before easing me up and down his dick. The pace is inexplicably tender and slow, and while time is of the essence, I’m not in a rush.
This dick can ruin my career. Hell, I can end up behind bars if anyone finds out. And if I’m gonna go down, I’m gonna at least make sure I enjoy myself.
I thread my fingers through his hair, nails scraping against his scalp, prompting him to pick up the pace as I take him deeper. My head lolls back, exposing my neck to him, and Nikolai doesn’t hesitate to lick up the base of my throat.
“It is a crime you cannot see how you look right now,” he says low and raspy.
Without skipping a beat, he repositions me, turning me around until my back is pressed into his chest. His hands grab underneath my thighs and spread me open.
I shriek when he impales me again, and he whispers sharp Russian into my ear.
My head rests on his shoulder, and I clench around him as he beats my pussy up, bouncing me up and down his dick.
“Oh, fuck, Niko,” I cry out when I become slicker and looser with every pump. “I’m almost there! Fuck! Fuck me harder, Niko!”
He grunts and repositions us again, hooking both his arms underneath my legs, opening my swollen pussy wider.
“Are you ready, my sweet Mira?”
I respond by furiously rubbing my clit with my free hand while he continues deep stroking me. He brings my legs up and grips the back of my neck with both hands until I’m in a full nelson. The position forces my head down and blesses me with a perfect view of his dick punishing me.
A wet gurgling noise leaves me, and shamefully, a trail of saliva drips towards the floor. I erupt three strokes later with a strangled cry. Nikolai pulls out of my convulsing pussy, and I squirt like a fucking waterfall.
“Dammit, Mira,” Nikolai grits through his teeth before sliding me back down his shaft.
“Not again,” I cry out, unsure if I can handle another orgasm.
“Yes, again. One more time for me,” he whispers, fucking me up.
“I-I’m about to—”
“Come all over my dick,” he growls, repeatedly slapping my pussy.
Nikolai violently fucks me through my second orgasm, and my body slumps in his arms. He delivers a few more punishing strokes before tossing me onto his bed like a rag doll. He strokes himself and paints my torso with his come.
Eventually, the high fades, and what’s left is heat and panic.
I just fucked a Russian crime lord. In federal custody. While I’m supposed to be guarding him.
Nikolai
I lay on my bunk with my fingers laced on my stomach. It’s hours after my encounter with Mira, and her taste has evaporated, leaving me parched and desiring more. I wish I had superhuman strength and could pry the bars open with my bare hands to get to her.
Mira fucked up when she first laid those sultry eyes on me and dug her grave when she allowed me inside of her.
There’s no turning back. She’s mine, and I don’t care if I have to drag her out of this prison kicking and screaming.
She will be my woman. She will bear my marks and will eventually bear my children.
My eyes close as I dream about the future. A few minutes later, my eyes snap open when an explosion rocks the holding facility.
“Shit! What the hell is going on?” Mira cries out, coughing from the dust and debris that fills the basement.
I remain in bed with my fingers still laced. “Relax, my sweet Mira. It’s for me. No harm will come to you,” I call out.
A red glow casts over the basement, and sirens wail. Gunfire erupts from above, and it’s music to my fucking ears. I hear Mira on the radio, calling for help, but all she gets in return is static.
“Fuck!”
“Calm down, Mira. You’re working yourself up for nothing. We will be free shortly.”
“What do you mean we will be free shortly?” she questions, voice comically shrill.
“You and I will be free. I’m taking you with me to Russia.”
“Russia? I can’t go to Russia!”
“You will have to get used to the Russian winters, but I think you’ll eventually learn to love them.”
“Listen to me, Niko—”
Mira’s protests are cut off when the door to the basement is blown off its hinges. She shrieks, and I crack an eye open to see her fumbling her gun out of her holster. That gets me moving.
“Mira, drop the fucking gun!” I yell. My heart stutters in my chest when her body jerks repeatedly from the onslaught of bullets. She collapses in front of me, and I can barely hear my brother’s enthusiastic greeting.
“Brother! It’s good to see you!” he exclaims with a malevolent grin.
“You fucking shot her?”
“What? She’s wearing a fucking vest. I don’t kill women. You know this.” My shoulders sag in relief, but I tense again when Sasha crouches down to study her. “Hmph. Even gaping like a fish, she’s still beautiful.”
“Get away from her.”
He throws his hands up in surrender. “I see you’ve grown fond of her.”
“I’m taking her back to Russia. Open the cell.”
Sasha’s eyes bulge. “You’re taking her back to Russia? Are you fucking insane?”
“I am, but you know this. Open the fucking cell.”
“Brother, you cannot, I repeat, cannot take an American law enforcement agent to Russia.”
“Who’s going to fucking stop me? Get the fucking keys, and let’s get out of here.”
“Don’t say I didn’t warn you,” Sasha says, snatching the keys from Mira’s waist.
“How many men did you bring?” I ask anxiously as he tries the keys in the lock.
“Six.”
“What happened with the Canadian border patrol agent?”
“He’s a dead Canadian border patrol agent.”
“Good. No loose ends.”
Sasha snorts derisively when the cell door unlocks. I rush to Mira and check her for bullet wounds. “She’s a loose end,” he expresses flatly.
I ignore him and breathe easier when I realize that none of the rounds pierced her. “Let’s go, my sweet Mira. We are going home,” I whisper to her before slinging her over my shoulder.
***
“What do you think, Sasha?” I ask, admiring my handiwork.
“What do I think? I think you’re fucking insane,” he replies. “She will not survive in our country.”
“My mark will protect her,” I insist, smoothing ointment over the black symbols I tattooed on the fingers of her right hand. There is another tattoo behind her right ear.
“Tattoos be damned. It will not protect her from those who wish to dethrone you.”
I look at him curiously. “What aren’t you telling me?”
“The Pakhan is disappointed that you were captured and was less than pleased when I had to arrange a rescue. And now you claim this federal guard as your woman. The Pakhan will not be satisfied. Have you forgotten about your arranged marriage to his daughter?”
“How can I forget something that was never going to happen? He only wants to secure my loyalty through his bloodline, but it’s unnecessary.”
“You will be forcing his hand. If you care for this woman at all, you will do the honorable thing and send her back.”
“I’ve never been honorable, and I don’t think I will start now.
” My younger brother grumbles under his breath as I finish.
I gently carry Mira to the back of the jet and lay her on the bed.
My hand smooths down her face, and I feel like my fingers are conducting electricity with a single touch.
I yearn to kiss her soft lips, but I will wait until she’s conscious to claim them. “Sleep well, my sweet Mira.”
I cover her with a blanket and return to Sasha with two glasses and a bottle of vodka.
“Tell me what I’ve missed in my absence.”
“The Pakhan has been on pins and needles waiting to hear if your mission was successful.”
“I have secured the plates, and they are on a boat to Moscow. They will arrive in a few weeks.”
That’s another charge: counterfeiting money.
Due to my rank as the Obschak of the Russian Mafia and the delicate nature of the goods, I had to travel to America to intercept the counterfeit plates and verify their authenticity. We’ll print millions of US dollars and sell them on the Black Market to boost the Bratva’s cash flow.
“Dmitri will be relieved,” Sasha remarks, holding up his glass to me.
I do the same and say, “Tvoye zdorovye,” before drinking our beloved spirit.
“Another,” he insists, refilling our glasses.
“What will we toast to?”
“To your safe return. I missed you, brother.”
“I missed you, too,” I reply, clinking our glasses together.