Read Russian Roulette (Russkaya Mafiya) Online

Authors: Sapphire Knight

Tags: #Contemporary Romance

Russian Roulette (Russkaya Mafiya) (36 page)

Gripping her hip in one hand, I line myself up and shove my cock forcefully in her tight pussy.

“Oh shit!” Elaina moans loudly, spurring me on and I thrust in deeper.

“Just lean back, love, and let me take that cunt like I want to.”

She relaxes her body, lying down and I shove her shirt up so her breasts are free. I don’t want sweet right now, I want to fuck. Hard.

Placing my large hand in the middle of Elaina’s chest, I hold her down securely on the hefty cherry desk. Her breasts sway with each hard pump. Her nipples are stiff and begging for my touch.

“Oh my!” she mewls loudly.

I’m sure Spartak can hear each little noise from her, but I don’t mind. Pulling her fingers back to my mouth, I suck strongly on each digit making her pussy pulse snugly over and over. Each time she clenches, my cock screams with want.

I pound into her savagely, moving my hips in an up and down motion, trying to reach her perfect place, her sweet spot. With each up motion I shake the desk and make the wood creak. Her mouth gapes as she watches me suck and release each of her fingers.

Snarling, I attempt to hold myself back. She just feels too good and I want her so badly. Her body sings when I touch it. It’s like her skin is waiting to be pressed against mine and when it finally happens we both ignite.

“If your pussy doesn’t behave, I’m going to end up finishing a lot quicker than I want to,” I tell her. As soon as the words leave my lips she calls out my name, her chest heaving as she regains the breath stolen by the strong orgasm.

Thoroughly spent, she stares at me in a daze as I grip her breast and spill myself deep inside her.

“Perfection,” I utter, replete.

Elaina blinks as if coming out of a daze and moves to get up.

“Stay.” I shove her back down and she huffs as she shoots me an irritated look. She doesn’t like it when I boss her around.

I gently pull myself out of her, shivering at the aftershock zing of sensations. I grin and quickly make my way to the bathroom that’s connected to my office and get a warm, wet wash cloth. It’s my cum dripping out of her, so the least I can do is clean it up for her.

“What are you doing, Viktor?”

“I’m cleaning you. Would you prefer to take a bath?”

“No, thank you, but I can do that.”

“Nonsense, Princess,” I grumble and start wiping her skin softly with the white fluffy towel.

She scrambles away slightly “No, please stop.” She covers her breasts.

“What’s going on? I was absent not even two minutes. What changed between then and now?” I gesture to the bathroom, confused.

“I just like a little privacy. I would like to do that on my own. You’re watching me and cleaning me.”

“Yes, I want to take care of you. Why is this a problem? Of course I’m watching you, you’re stunning.”

“Please. The watching and touching,” Elaina replies softly, bowing her head.

I let loose a growl, getting exceptionally angry. “The touching!” I yell, “Fuck!” Throwing the towel down beside her I storm a few steps away. “That
thing
will never touch you again! You want to know why?” I step closer, clenching my fists. I feel as if I could rip apart my office right now. “You know why? I’ll tell you why! Because I watched that pathetic
thing
, sink to the bottom of the lake after I burned his tiny penis off with a fucking blow torch! So don’t you cringe from me! I am NOTHING like him! I have waited,
months
for you! Months! I will never harm you.” I rip my hands through my hair, pulling harshly, and I cringe, angry, defeated.

I rush back to the bathroom for a large towel, thrust it at her and turn away. Not because I am upset with her, but because I am so irate at the thought of someone causing her any type of harm. I will make it my life’s mission to keep her safe. To an extent I already have been protecting her. But now,
now
she is mine. I have had every piece of her and I don’t intend to ever give that up to anyone else. If I need to have five men on her at all times to make sure nothing ever happens to her, I will. I will flatten whomever crosses her in life if I need to.

She will learn that she is stronger now. She not only has me beside her, but behind her as well. I will always come for her when needed and she needs to realize that no one will ever hurt her as long as I have breath.

Hearing sniffling, I turn to quickly glance at her. She has a tear tumbling down her cheek and it makes my gut clench. “Lovely, please talk to me, please tell me what I can do to fix it?” I say softly, gently.

She looks at me with heartbreak in her eyes, “That’s just it, Viktor. You can’t fix it. I’ll always be broken.”

“No, Elaina, you are strong, you know why?”

She bites her bottom lip and shakes her head.

“You, my love, are strong, because not only did you survive, but you escaped. Instead of staying and succumbing to that life, you worked and left as soon as possible. You, Princess, you are an inspiration. I am proud to have you.” I say this genuinely, staring at her in awe, full of love and respect.
How can she not know how wonderful she is?

She sits silent, processing everything I said and I leave to my bedroom. She really does need some privacy to pull herself together. I know she will, she’s stubborn and that stubbornness has kept her strong over the years.

I’m standing in the middle of my bedroom in my boxer briefs after my shower when Spartak calls me through the intercom system.

“Mr. Masterson?”

“It’s okay, Spartak, I’m alone.”

“Right, well, boss, we had an issue come up.”

“Go on.”

“We found a note and some pictures of you with Kendall at lunch on Miss Elaina’s car and a mini starter bomb was wired.”

“Spartak, what did I tell you about calling her by her first name?”

“I apologize, sir, but she told me to go by first names.”

“If that’s what she wants then. Everyone was okay handling her car?”

“Yes, we just loaded it on a trailer to take it to the old warehouse out of the way.”

“Good idea. Hold on to the note and pictures, I want to see if they are like the one Elaina had on her phone.”

“Yes, Boss. Sir, umm I think you two should head to the cabin. This is looking like it could turn serious.”

“I’ll get Elaina. Tell the housekeeper to pack what we need.”

“Of course, sir.”

Elaina

I step out of Viktor’s enormous office shower and grab a fluffy white towel. People often don’t put much thought into towels, but geez what a difference it makes. My towels at home feel like rough carpet compared to these.

I’m so grateful he gave me some privacy and a little time to cool down. Twenty minutes can have a huge impact when you’re on the verge of a meltdown. I was awash with too many emotions all at once, I felt as if I was drowning trying to express how I was feeling.

I’m interrupted mid-drying and mid-thought, by an agitated Viktor. Christ, this man needs to drink a vodka-seven and take a breather.

“Yes? I wasn’t drying off or anything.”

Viktor hears my sarcasm and raises an eyebrow, slowly scanning my body. He starts at the foot propped up on the side of the tub. He follows my calf to my thigh, pausing for a beat. He gazes between my thighs taking in a deep breath as he catalogs my pussy.

I watch, amused, as he licks his lips while looking at my breasts until he makes his way to my eyes. I shoot him a peeved look, raising my eyebrows and flaring my nostrils, all though I’m fairly entertained after that long glance he just gave me.

Vik grunts and says sternly, “Stop fooling around, Elaina. I’m here because we need to head to another one of my places.”

Snorting, I playfully reply, “Really? I was under the impression you were in here to stare at me. Surely you can’t be hungry for more already?”

He studies my eyes for a moment as he grits his teeth, then he practically growls, “You have no clue what my appetite can be like.” Viktor quickly scans my body again, “Get dressed and get to the Jag.” With that he turns, slamming the bathroom door behind him.

That went well. He’s normally so sweet to me and helpful all the time; this moody shit has my head spinning. I know he’s stressed out about everything going on, but this sucks. I feel like he wants to put me over his knee and spank me for being bad or something.

I pull my skirt and shirt on from before since I don’t have the luxury of a change of clothes here. I refuse to wear dirty underwear though, and Viktor got them soaked earlier.
Hmm, where can I put these?
I snatch a fluffy wash cloth to roll them up in and toss them into my ginormous purse.

I venture out of his office in search of the garage door from earlier. I know we pretty much just walked straight but his house is huge; like fit-ten-of-my-apartment–inside-his-house type huge. I should have asked him if he turned that alarm thing off.
Ugh! Where is that man?

I glance into a sitting area as I walk down the hall, another bathroom and what looks to be the entry to the kitchen, but no Viktor. Stubborn man will just have to get over his temper tantrum if I trip the alarm. At least I’ll know where he is if I do.

After the lengthy hallway I end up at the giant metal door we came in from. I make it through and thankfully there are no lights or sirens and no metal blinds coming down over everything. I release my pent up breath that I hadn’t realized I had been holding since I walked in the door, and head toward Viktor’s beautiful Jaguar.

I lightly graze my fingertips along the smooth lines. I wonder if he would let me drive this bad boy. I know she’s a whole lot faster than my little white Camaro. I love my car but come on, this is a Jaguar! Surely he won’t have it unlocked, being Mr. Security. Screw it, if the alarm goes off, oh well. I seem to be a little risk taker today anyhow.

I lightly pull the door handle and sure enough it comes open silently and smoothly. I slide right in. I’m already this far, so I’m going to sit here and soak up the brilliant feel of the leather and imagine myself making this beauty jet down the highway.

I feel something cold press against my temple and my lungs seize up immediately.
Oh my gawd.

“Click-Clack,
bitch
. Guess who’s going to be bleeding now?”

No. Fucking. Way. I know that voice. I don’t know if I can speak though as my stomach churns crazily. Bile starts to climb my esophagus and I clench my throat closed tightly. I’m pretty sure I just want to puke all over everything. I’ve never had a gun held to my head and I’m not sure what the fuck to do. This bitch is just plain stupid.

“Kendall, are you crazy? This is Viktor’s house! When he finds you, he will slaughter you!” I wheeze, breathing deeply to try to keep from expelling my stomach contents all over Viktor’s butter-smooth interior. “How on earth did you even get in here?”

Kendall laughs shrilly and I clench my eyes closed at the noise. “You dumb piece of filth. You really think I would come alone? I’m not stupid. You thought you could humiliate me in that club? I don’t think so, bitch. Viktor is supposed to be mine. He doesn’t need to be wasting time on you!”

“If Viktor sees you in here doing this then any chance you think you may have had of having him, will be gone. Think about this for a minute.”

Kendall shoves the gun against my temple harshly and I wince.

“Shut up!” she screeches in her nasally voice.

There’s a loud crash to the side of us. Kendall turns to watch Alexei tackle her man and I use the distraction to try to get the gun away. I will probably end up being shot regardless, but it’s better than point blank range in the side of the head.

I grip onto her wrists tightly, growling and thrusting her arms away from me. Kendall fights back, desperately trying to aim the gun at me. I struggle, screaming at her angrily, fighting for my life.

She shrilly yells, “Let go, you cunt!”

“No way, you psycho! Give it to me!” I scream, leaning over to bite a chunk out of her boney little arm. I move her arms back and forth as much as I can, attempting to free the weapon from her.

Suddenly I’m hit with a blinding pain on the side of my head; it momentarily dazes me and I lose focus of what I’m doing. I release my teeth and let go of her arms, trying to blink and shake away the pain.
Ouch.

I feel like I’ve been hit with a Mack truck, and I realize I’d let go of the gun. Turning rapidly I see the gun pointed at me for a split second. I gasp in a deep breath and close my eyes. This is it, I’m dead. I wait for a beat then hear Kendall scream savagely.

I open my eyes and see the back door open, with Viktor bent inside the car. Viktor has Kendall in a tight choke hold with one arm and has his other arm pointing her hand with the gun toward the ceiling.

I swear it’s like a rush of adrenaline hits me as I leap through the two front seats. I grab her tit in one hand and squeeze as hard as I can. She starts stomping her feet and I get kneed in the face as I lean over to take a large bite of her exposed thigh.

Kendall wails and lets go of the gun, flailing her arms crazily. My hair is ripped upward for a second before she is dragged out of the vehicle. Alexei is there waiting and grabs Kendall forcefully from behind.

She glares spitefully at me. “You stupid bitch! I will kill you, I promise you that. And if I don’t, then my daddy will kill all of you!” Alexei yanks her arms back even further and I swear they could pop out at any time. He mutters something in her ear and she shakes her head angrily.

Suddenly a hand pops in front of me. Blinking rapidly, following it, I meet Viktor’s worried gaze. I grab it tightly and let him pull me out of his beautiful, mistreated car.

“Princess?” he inquires quietly.

I shake my head. “No, you got here in time. I’m alright.”

“You’re sure?”

“Yes, I’m okay.” I nod and attempt to fix my screwed up clothes. It looks like I just took a roll through some prickly bushes. I can only imagine what my hair looks like after that spaz got ahold of it.

Viktor takes a step back and in doing so, reveals the man Kendall had brought with her. Only now, the guy is on the floor. He’s perched on his knees, badly beaten and in handcuffs.

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