The Heir: A Dark Mafia Romance (Sokolov Mafia Clan Book 1)

by Ivy Clyde

  “Not done?” I stared at the two men as they prepared themselves for another round.

  “Coke is Victor’s choice of poison,” said River. “Don’t be surprised if you see us going until the sun comes up.” He laughed at my wide-eyed look. “There’s so much we must teach her, darling.”

  “Yes,” Victor agreed. “We have to teach her to play with us.”

  Settling against the pillow, I raked my eyes over River’s body. His neck and chest were flushed a deep crimson. My senses were clearer now, allowing me to observe his uncut dick and the deep blush peeking out from the sheath.

  Victor started at his ankles and slowly caressed River’s skin, dropping kisses up the insides of his legs until reaching the smooth, creamy skin of his inner thighs.

  River’s breathing grew shallow, his cock hardening and turning erect. Victor nuzzled his sac and ran his tongue along the skin at the base of his cock. River’s breath hitched as his shaft jerked.

  Warmth spread through me as I watched Victor expertly arousing River for another session. I’d never dabbled in gay porn but wished I had. This was hotter than anything I’d come across or maybe it was the two men I lusted after going at each other.

  Victor’s fingers plunged inside River’s ass. The lube made a wet noise as his digits moved in and out of him at a rapid pace, drawing out moans of pleasure.

  River tried to roll to the side but Victor pressed a hand on his back and kept him in place. River groaned. The head of his cock was already glistening with precum.

  Victor fisted his hand into his ash-blond hair and pulled lightly. River’s mouth opened into a silent gasp and he sat up.

  River was facing me while Victor positioned himself behind him. I could only see glimpses of his massive body as he readied himself.

  A loud groan escaped River as his body was pushed forward.

  Victor wrapped an arm around River’s chest while the other circled his waist, keeping him in place as he thrust into him at a steady pace.

  River’s face was flushed a deep pink. Strands of his ash-blond hair fell into his violet-hued eyes while soft moans escaped his luscious lips.

  River looked even more beautiful at this moment.

  I pressed my thighs together as my core clenched emptily. River’s eyes met mine and he grinned, knowing the scene was turning me on too.

  The slick sound of Victor’s cock sliding in and out of River’s ass was oddly arousing. Victor’s grunts and groans grew louder as he thrust harder and faster into River.

  River was gasping and panting, his cock standing erect with precum dribbling from the head.

  Victor’s hand moved lower to grab onto River’s cock. He stroked the shaft until River was gasping, cursing and pleading.

  “I’m going to come,” River cried out.

  Victor’s cock slammed into River’s ass harder until he was growling like a beast in heat.

  Their combined groans filled the air as River’s load shot out to hit my legs. His semen seemed to sear my skin as he spurted his cum all over my naked body.

  River slumped forward onto the bed. He was gasping for breath as Victor pulled out of him and came to sit beside him.

  Victor’s face was flushed crimson as well. His massive cock was covered in lube and the remnants of his semen. My insides throbbed to think some of my juices were slathered inside River’s ass.

  “Enjoyed the show?” asked River, looking up at me.

  There were no words to describe what I felt watching the two men fuck like that. I was aroused, hot, and throbbing. If my body didn’t feel sore, I’d have gone for another round myself, but the high from the tiny bit of cocaine Victor slipped me earlier was fading.

  The two men came to lie down beside me. They were both catching their breaths and taking the time to cool down.

  The reality of what I’d just done came crashing down on me. Closing my eyes, I lay down on the pillow and pretended to sleep. I didn’t want them to see the guilt and shame pooling in them right now.

  27

  Danica

  My legs shifted under silken sheets, reveling in the feel of the fabric against my naked skin. I turned and opened my eyes to a strange ceiling.

  Slowly sitting up, I realized I was still in Victor’s master bedroom.

  Rubbing the sleep out of my eyes, I looked around the messy bed for my clothes but couldn’t spot them anywhere. Pulling up a sheet to hide my breasts, I looked toward the glass walls encasing the bedroom space and found River approaching the room.

  “I’m glad you’re up,” he said, entering the space. “Or you would have missed breakfast.”

  River looked radiant as he smiled at me. He was already dressed for the day in an overlarge navy pullover paired with slim-fitting white trousers. The dark color of the cardigan made his violet eyes shine like gems. His silver-blond hair was masterfully combed to fall to the side of his face in luscious waves and a silver wolf-shaped earring hung from his left ear.

  My heart beat hard at the way he was looking at me. I clutched the sheet tighter around me, unsure what was expected of me now.

  “My clothes...?”

  “I took care of them,” he said. “I’m guessing you want a shower?”

  “Yeah.” I shifted uneasily, feeling a flush creeping up my neck.

  “Hey.”

  Looking up, I found River leaning before me. He smiled warmly and dropped a heap of stuff on my lap.

  “Go take a shower,” he said, gesturing toward the bathroom in the suite. “You can wear my clothes for now. Victor is making French toast for breakfast. You don’t want to miss them with my special pickled walnuts in honey.”

  I looked down and found he’d given me a fluffy towel and a folded piece of clothing. Some of my unease lessened. “Thanks,” I said.

  “If you need anything else, let me know,” he said. “I know you’re not someone who is used to being fucked by two men in a single night. Medication, painkillers, Xanax...whatever you need, I’ll get it for you.”

  “A shower is fine,” I said with an awkward chuckle. Wrapping the sheet around me, I awkwardly climbed off the bed.

  River watched me with an amused smile as I took the bundle of towels and clothes and walked outside the bedroom. In the far corner, I caught sight of Victor in that ridiculous pink apron. His back was turned toward me but I spotted a spatula held in his right hand.

  As if it wasn’t surreal to be walking around naked in Victor Sokolov’s suite, I was also presented with the sight of the mafia prince being a perfect boyfriend who was making breakfast for his lover. Lovers, I corrected myself. It looked like I was invited to the feast as well.

  The smell of frying French toasts filled my nostrils as I hurried into the bathroom. My stomach groaned immediately.

  My hunger made me scrub my body and hair as quickly as possible. The hours of rest had been enough to get rid of my exhaustion. My body was slightly sore but the hot, steamy shower helped loosen my muscles.

  I felt wonderfully fresh as I toweled my body dry.

  River left me a pair of boxers along with the other clothes. They were slightly big for me but it’d have to do for now. Next, I unfurled a pink hoodie made of a soft fabric and shorts.

  The shorts were too loose around my waist, so I walked out of the bathroom in the hoodie alone. It didn’t matter as the garment was long enough to reach my mid-thighs.

  My body felt amazingly free without having to wear a chest-binder. It’d been months since my boobs felt this relieved.

  “Right on time,” said Victor, gazing at me. “I just finished cooking.”

  River waved toward me and pulled out a chair beside his. “Come on, Danica. I’m starving.”

  I moved over to the table to sit down beside him. To my surprise, Victor came over and placed a plate of French toasts before me. I stared at the flawless presentation of two thick, perfectly golden toasts surrounded by strawberries, bananas, and blueberries.

  “Try it with this,” said River, proce
eding to spoon over a treacle-like substance studded with broken walnuts. “Add some cream and it’s the most divine thing you’ll ever eat.”

  “Thanks,” I said, glancing at Victor. He was already dressed for the day in a smart gray silk shirt and dark trousers. It looked like I was the only one who’d gotten up late and was slacking.

  Ginger padded over to River and placed herself between him and me. It turned out she liked strawberries and bananas as much as bacon strips. While Victor was busy with his phone, River and I smuggled her pieces of our fruit.

  I cut into my toasts and took a bite.

  “Mmm,” I moaned at the taste of the most delicious French toast I’d ever eaten. The pickled walnut thing turned out to be roasted nuts in honey. Combined with the thick cream, it turned out to be an amazing accompaniment to the toast.

  “She sounds like last night,” said River with a chuckle.

  “This is so good,” I said with my mouth full.

  “Thank you,” said Victor, smiling at me. He watched me from the other end of the table, looking pleased. At that moment, he was like any other guy feeling happy about people praising his cooking.

  A warm feeling spread through my chest. Sitting with River, Victor and Ginger, it felt almost...homey.

  “Darling,” River spoke up after a while. “Can I borrow Danica for a few hours?”

  “For what?”

  “I want him to come with me when I go out to take Ginger for her walk,” he explained. Glancing at me, he added, “Do you mind?”

  “No,” I said, but looked over to Victor to see what he said.

  “I guess you could go,” he said, meeting my gaze. “I wanted to talk to you about something before I left for the day.”

  I sat up straighter at once. No matter what happened last night, our working relationship didn’t change. I was still a lowly recruit under him.

  “Do you want to keep pretending to be a guy?” Victor asked in a grave tone.

  I gave a nod. “It’s for the best,” I said. “Being a woman is looked upon as a weakness. I’d rather keep pretending to be a man to avoid unnecessary shit.”

  “She’s right,” River spoke up from beside me. “Besides, isn’t it sexy that only we know what’s under her clothes?”

  A deep chuckle escaped Victor. “It is sexy. She’s ours and all her secrets are ours.” His voice was thick with possessiveness.

  Standing up, Victor walked around the table and leaned into River for a deep kiss. I couldn’t help but stare. Seeing them together this way always made me hot with desire for the two men.

  “Take care of him for me,” said Victor when he’d straightened up.

  Disappointment flared inside me when he walked away without even giving me a peck on the cheek. Was sex with me that bad last night, he wouldn’t even touch me again?

  River’s laughter from beside me startled me out of my thoughts.

  “What?” I asked.

  “You should see your face,” he said, giving me a knowing grin. “You’re upset he didn’t kiss you.”

  “Of—of course, not!”

  He laughed and scratched Ginger’s head. “Victor didn’t touch you because he wouldn’t be able to control himself from wanting more. He has a meeting with his father today and he can’t afford to be late.” Leaning into me, he brushed his thumb over my lips. “I’m lucky though. You’re mine for the day.”

  My heart pounded in my chest at the look in those violet eyes. I closed the few inches between us and kissed him.

  I didn’t know why I was doing this. Without Victor’s presence, I didn’t have to indulge River, but deep inside I knew the answer. I wanted to kiss River.

  “Let’s not waste any time,” said River when we parted. “I want to be out for hours today.” Whistling at Ginger, he stood up and rushed into another room. “Hurry up and get ready, Danica!” he shouted without even glancing at me.

  I stared after him, wondering what got into him. He was always so cool and calm.

  I got up from the table and went back to my suite to get dressed.

  Back in the privacy of my apartment, I took a few moments to close my eyes and think of the events from last night. Somehow, my cover was still intact despite Victor learning about my disguise.

  I wondered what Nolan would think of me sleeping with the man I was supposed to spy on. I could insist I was doing it as part of my job but knew it would be a lie.

  What I felt for Victor and River had nothing to do with my job.

  After a while, I made up my mind not to mention this particular fact to my commanding officer. He wanted info on Victor’s activities related to the gang. Anything else was useless.

  The sound of the door opening up alerted me to a new presence.

  “What are you doing, Danny?” River’s voice called out from the threshold, followed by a sharp bark. He marched into the living room, looking annoyed. “Why aren’t you dressed yet?”

  “Sorry!” I squeaked and headed toward a wooden cabinet to get my clothes out.

  “Don’t bother!” huffed River as I was about to rush toward the bathroom to change. “It’s not like I don’t know what’s under all that. Hurry up and get changed here.”

  Crossing his arms, he perched on the arm of a couch, looking unusually bossy.

  “What’s the rush?” I asked, starting to put on trousers.

  “I’m never allowed to go out without one of those thugs tailing me,” said River in a low, grim tone. “I hate the sight of them. It makes people give me weird looks.”

  “You’re sure it’s them and not the giant direwolf at your side?”

  Ginger barked, perfectly understanding I spoke of her.

  Turning my back to River, I started putting on my chest-binder.

  “It’s them,” River huffed. “I can’t enjoy going outdoors with them hovering over me all the time. It’d be so good to have someone normal at my side for once.”

  I turned around to face River. He’d never looked this upset before.

  “You want to be a normal guy,” I said. “You don’t want to walk around the city as Victor’s lover.”

  He nodded. “Just for once, you know?”

  “Well, if you want a normal experience, there’s no point in dressing up like this.” I took off the shirt I’d put on and donned the pink sweatshirt he’d loaned me that morning.

  “You look like a commoner,” said River with a sudden grin. “I didn’t know you could be so funny.”

  A chuckle escaped me. Seeing him smiling made my insides feel light once more.

  “I’ll carry my gun though,” I said. “If someone decides to fuck with us, I’ll show them who we really are, who we belong to.” Moving over to him, I grabbed his hand and pulled him to his feet. “Let’s go.”

  River couldn’t stop smiling as we got into the elevator.

  For the first time, I realized how overprotective Victor could get. He was sheltering River to the point of smothering him.

  It reminded me of what I’d learned about Ivan Sokolov. The mafia emperor hid his family so securely, it was hard to get shots of his son and wife. In fact, I couldn’t remember seeing a clear picture of his wife in the department files.

  Reaching downstairs, I collected my gun and fit it with full magazines. River didn’t wait for me at the security desk but strode away to the exit gate with Ginger.

  “Where do you take Ginger for her walk?” I asked, catching up to him.

  “Just down this street,” said River. “It’s depressing with those thugs following me like grim reapers everywhere I go.”

  “They protect you.”

  “I know,” he said shortly. “But it’s still uncomfortable. I’m not used to being guarded like a VIP.”

  River was about to walk down the street but I grabbed his hand. “We’re not going that way.” I gestured toward the opposite way where a Uber cab waited for us. “That’s our ride.”

  “Ride?”

  “We’re going to Central Park.”
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  River’s lips parted. “Really?” he breathed.

  I gave a nod and pulled him down the road toward the cab. Ginger was amazingly smart and cooperative and got into the car without any fuss. Her tongue lolled out as she settled between me and her daddy.

  It was a short ride to Central Park from our location.

  “What kind of a dog is that?” the young driver asked from the front.

  “She’s a cross between a Northern Innuit, a Malamute, and a Husky,” said River as he affectionately scratched Ginger’s ear. Isn’t she gorgeous?”

  “Uh-huh,” the man commented. “I’d ride that thing to battle.”

  River glanced at me and I returned his amused grin.

  The cab dropped us close to Cedar Hills side of the park.

  We took a route through the green pathways lined with bare trees. The wintery sky was clear and a fresh, chilly breeze blew all around us. Ginger was amazingly well-behaved and I couldn’t help but give her extra pets for being so good.

  “I’ve never been here before,” said River as we walked over the vast expansive grounds.

  “Really?”

  “I was never taken to these kinds of places,” he said in a low, subdued tone. “It was mostly hotel suites and shady motels Boris sent me to. Whores don’t get recreational breaks, you know.”

  I cringed at that word.

  River shivered as a cold wind brushed past us. I grabbed his hand and squeezed.

  “How long did you work for Boris?” I asked.

  “How long?” He looked thoughtful for a moment, then said, “Most of my life, I guess. They took me when I was about seven years old. I’ve been working for Boris ever since then.”

  “Seven years?” I gasped. “Who took you? Did your parents sell—”

  “No!” he said at once, giving me a cutting stare. “My parents didn’t sell me. Don’t even think that way about them.” Taking a deep breath, he added, “I was kidnapped.”

  That explanation didn’t make accepting his past any easier.

  “I was playing in a park with a dozen children,” he said with a faraway look in his eyes. “They didn’t take any of the others. I was the only one they chose to steal.”