I shake hands with Igor and his son before they leave my office.
Loud music slips from downstairs in the small time frame all of Igor’s men leave my space.
This was the second night of incessant negotiation. It started last night, and when we didn’t come to a full agreement, Igor didn’t give up.
Instead, he brought his son, Alexei, and more men to convince me that we can help each other.
Yuri closes the door behind them and stands there with his arms crossed. Viktor finally moves from his statue-like position by the wall and stops in front of my desk.
“That’s a good deal,” he says.
“I wouldn’t be so quick to conclude that.” I drum my fingers on the desk. “Igor, and especially Alexei, don’t do favors for no reason.”
“Igor was friends with your father.”
“That means nothing. He’s not friends with me, and if he’s offering to back me up, there’s a price to pay. If not now, then somewhere down the line.”
“Then you can use his influence and discard him later.”
“That’s a dangerous path to take,” Yuri, who’s been silent all this time, intervenes. “Just because Igor’s unit doesn’t flash victories like Damien’s or Mikhail’s doesn’t mean it’s weak. In fact, it’s one of the strongest in the organization. Making enemies with him would be both foolish and suicidal.”
“Correct.” I snap my fingers in his direction. “But that doesn’t mean I’m going to sit around and do nothing. If an alliance is what he wants…he’ll think that’s what he’s getting.”
My biggest ally, however, will always be Adrian. I stack cards on my desk and start to build my house as I pull out my phone and dial his number.
He picks up after a few rings. “Volkov.”
“Morozov.” I match his closed-off tone with a touch of mockery.
“If this is another one of your idle chats…”
“Now, Adrian. Why have you turned so heartless? We’ve known each other all our lives, overthrew our tyrant fathers, and took over their legacies. We should be closer than this, don’t you think?”
“I’m hanging up.”
“What if I tell you I have an in with the cartels?” I drop the amused tone.
There’s a long pause, then, “Keep talking.”
“I can’t unless you give me your word for a partnership.”
“I’ll have to see results first. Which cartel do you have an in with?”
“I did say cartels, plural. I’ll pick and choose when I get there.”
“You’re either a suicidal idiot or an unhinged genius if you think you can pick and choose with cartels.”
I laugh, building my house at lightning speed. “When I bring in the first shipment, you’ll call me a maestro.”
“How will you do that?”
“Didn’t you ask me the same thing when I got us that deal with the Yakuza? Not only are they our allies now, but they’re also profitable.”
“That was a stroke of luck.”
I put the phone on speaker so I can focus on the harder parts of the house. “You don’t even believe that, Adrian. But don’t they say work hard enough that outsiders think it’s easy?”
“So you did something right once. Now, what? You think you can handle another beast this soon?”
“And another and another.” I stack two more cards in a perfect inverted V. “And another.”
“I’m only warning you because I don’t want the hassle of dealing with your brother if you somehow get killed, so listen carefully.”
“Aw, worried about me, Adrian? I knew you had a place for me in your little black heart.”
“If you don’t shut the fuck up and listen, I’m hanging up.” He pauses, releases a breath, then continues, “The cartels are different from anything we’ve ever dealt with. We’ve always had some relations with the Italians, Irish, Triads, and Yakuza, but a deal with the cartels always falls short before the execution stage. They’re not good with newcomers or outsiders, and you look nowhere near Hispanic.”
“That, I don’t. But I do have my ways. I’ll hit you up for intel soon.”
“Your plan?”
“I don’t ask you how you get information, so don’t ask me how I come up with my plans. Let’s both just do our own things.”
He doesn’t say anything more and we hang up on a cold note from Adrian, because he’s an asshole.
But, anyway, it’s a start.
“We have an in with a cartel?” Viktor asks. “Cartels, plural? When did that happen? In fucking Russia?”
“Of course we don’t, Viktor. But we will. Soon.”
“You just told Adrian that we do,” he points out like an idiot.
Yuri steps forward. “If lying to Igor is dangerous, doing it to Adrian is nothing short of begging to be killed.”
“I wasn’t lying since I will have an in. I just failed to mention the timeline.”
My father had an in with three cartels, but he always screwed it up due to poor decision making. Lucky for the organization, I’m better than him in picking and choosing people.
I stack the final two cards at the top and stare at my creation with a satisfied smile.
Everything and everyone are going according to plan. The organization doesn’t know this, but they’ll soon fall into my hands.
A commotion reaches me from outside—some bickering and fooling around. Then all the noise disappears, and a knock sounds on the door.
I don’t have to guess who it is.
When Yuri opens it, it’s Maksim and Sasha. They look serious now, but that doesn’t conceal the fact that they were joking around just a moment ago.
“Reporting for night duty,” Maksim says casually as if he’s not climbing to the top of my hit list at lightning speed.
I push my glasses up my nose and catch Sasha’s eyes following the motion before she subtly stares at the floor.
She’s quick to hide her reaction, but not quick enough to conceal the red hue that covers her neck and ears.
Fucking adorable.
I have to adjust my position because my cock has chosen this exact moment to tighten against my pants.
Images of her body laid out for me, open and pliant and ready to be owned, play at the back of my mind.
I would’ve gone all night long if she hadn’t fainted on me. That includes pushing out my meeting with Igor.
While I have been contemplating touching Sasha for months, it wasn’t until I actually did it that I realized just how addictive she is.
Now that I’ve had a taste, I can’t be stopped.
It goes against everything in me to tap an ass I know nothing about. It wouldn’t have been worth it for anyone else, but for Sasha…fuck if that logic works.
“Everyone out,” I announce in a clipped tone.
Yuri and Viktor nod before they comply. Maksim’s brow furrows, but Yuri drags him out with him.
Sasha stares at me, or more like glares, before she lowers her head and starts to follow them.
“Not you, Sasha.”
She stops in place, her shoulders tensing.
As soon as the door closes, she stares at me but doesn’t say a word.
I beckon her over with two fingers. “Come here.”
“I’m not your dog.”
“I said, come here.”
She practically stomps in my direction, and I resist the urge to smile. Her fire is a fucking turn-on, and I’m tempted to own that fire and cage it where I’m the only one who has access to it.
When she’s within reach, I grab her by the wrist and pull her forward so that she crashes against my shoulder and gets trapped between my legs.
She pulls back, but she can’t get away since I wrap my arm around her waist.
“W-what are you doing?” Her fearful eyes fly to the door. “Anyone could walk in.”
“Not without my permission.”
I inhale her scent—soap and a hint of…perfume.
“Were you with my sister?” I ask.
Her eyes widen. “How did you know that?”
“You have her smell on you.”
“Oh, right. We had meals together. I convinced her to have breakfast on the balcony. Not lunch or dinner, though. I figured that would be too much for one day.”
“Karina went out on the balcony?”
“Yeah, and I even have selfies to prove it.”
“Selfies,” I repeat. “Aren’t you getting too cozy?”
“She’s lonely and wants friends. I understand her feelings, so I’m trying to help. Is there something wrong with that?”
“Your tone of voice, for starters.”
“Well, I’m sorry I’m not robotic enough for your liking.”
I reach a hand out and stroke the cushion of her bottom lip. “This mouth is begging to be fucked.”
“You…” Her hot breaths skim over my skin. “You said you won’t fuck me until I give you something.”
“Maybe I changed my mind.” My finger strokes the skin back and forth, back and forth, making her breath choke on air. “You certainly need to be claimed, so you’ll stop flaunting yourself around.”
“I’m not flaunting myself…” she trails off when I thrust my thumb inside her mouth.
At first, she looks at me wide-eyed, her lips pulsing against my skin for a few seconds, but then she starts to tentatively dart her tongue around my finger.
“Do it properly,” I order, pushing my finger farther against her tongue. “Suck like you mean it.”
Her eyes, the color of a vibrant forest now, never leave mine as she licks and sucks, her determination bursting at the seams.
I can almost picture these lips around my cock, which is such a fucking bad idea because it’s about to burst from my pants.
The more she puts her enthusiasm behind sucking, the closer I am to coming like a pubescent.
I yank out my finger. “On your knees.”
“What…?”
“I said, get on your fucking knees, Sasha.”
Her lips part, but she slowly gets into position, and she does it so naturally that I grow even harder.
While Sasha may seem inexperienced, she’s a natural submissive. She might act like a brat sometimes, but she knows exactly when to lay off and do as she’s asked.
Her eyes follow my hands as I take my time unbuckling my belt and then my pants. “You haven’t been following orders, Sasha, and that needs to be punished.”
“What…” She swallows, still not taking her eyes off my hands. “What orders?”
“I told you to stop being so friendly, didn’t I?”
“But I wasn’t.”
“How about Maksim?”
“He’s…my friend.”
“He’s nothing.”
She opens her mouth, but no words come out as I free my cock and wrap the belt around her neck to pull her forward.
I hit her lips with my cock, and she complies, opening the widest possible. I thrust all the way to the back of her throat, but I still don’t get all my length inside.
Sasha chokes, her pale skin turning red and the veins popping in her neck. I keep my cock in place, but she doesn’t fight or push me away.
What she does do, however, is look me in the eye. Even as hers fill with tears that stream down her cheeks.
It’s almost as if she…trusts me.
Fuck. I’m the last man she should trust.
I pull out, and she sputters and inhales deeply before I thrust in again. I use her tongue for friction, and I fuck her mouth.
No, I actually fuck her throat.
My belt around her neck keeps her immobile as a vessel for my pleasure. No matter how far or hard I go, she doesn’t attempt to fight me.
Not even when I pick up the rhythm and fuck her mouth like I’m punishing her. Not even when spit, tears, and precum cover her face, and she becomes a painting of my own making.
“You’re such a good girl,” I grunt as I near my peak.
She crawls slightly farther in my direction and opens her mouth wider as if loving the compliment.
“You’re taking me so well. These pretty little lips were made for my cock, Solnyshko.”
Her eyes brighten, and I smirk.
“You love it when I call you that, don’t you, Solnyshko?”
She doesn’t answer with words, but she tries to lick my cock, offering additional friction that drives me over the edge.
I’m not the type who usually comes fast, but I’m reaching a record with my cock inside Sasha’s mouth. It’s still more time than anyone else could handle, especially someone who looks as innocent and as naïve as her.
I come down her throat, and she tries to swallow as much as possible while still looking at me.
Mine.
This woman is all fucking mine.
When I pull out, some of my cum decorates her lips and chin, and she licks them while still staring at me.
Ah, fuck.
Now, I’m getting hard again.
Using my hold on her with the belt, I force her to stand, and she does so on unsteady feet. Her expressive eyes brighten with anticipation, waiting and needing to know what happens next. When I continue watching her without taking action, she shifts and rubs her legs together.
She’s wet and horny.
I can see it in the darkening color of her eyes. She doesn’t even try to hide the signals her body is sending to my monster.
The fact that she got this way because of how I used her is even more thrilling.
“Looks like I’m going to have to fuck you, after all.”
I shove her against the desk, sending the cards in all directions. Sasha gasps, then moans when I step behind her and grind my erection against her covered ass.
“You like being used by me, don’t you?”
“N-no, I don’t.”
“Don’t lie to me when you’re dripping wet for my cock.” I accentuate my words with a swipe of my fingers over her covered pussy.
Her moan echoes around us, and I smile. “Such a good girl, my Solnyshko.”
That earns me a choked whimper. She does love the pet name, after all, my Sasha.
I grab the hem of her pants, about to rip them down, when the door opens, and the last person I’d expect barges inside.
Rai Sokolov.
And she has a complete view of the situation.
