“Fuck me,” I mumbled, my dick coming to life again.
A - More!
M - No, it’s your turn.
I changed the angle on my phone and snapped a picture of my hard length in my hand before sending it through to her. I waited patiently for her to reply, but after several long minutes again with no reply, I texted her back.
A - More. Now!
I waited and waited. Impatience and eagerness turning to worry as the minutes ticked by. What would happen if Ivan woke up and saw the texts? Would he hit her? Kill her? It would be his right as her husband to do as he pleased with her, and no one would help her. No, I wasn’t worried for me—Ivan didn’t scare me, but I was scared for her.
I put my dick away, zipping my pants up and readying myself to leave and head over there. I pulled the curtain back, inviting the club back into my world. I couldn’t stand the waiting anymore. I needed to go over there and find out if she was okay. And if she wasn’t… if Ivan had harmed a single hair on her head, I’d kill him with my bare hands.
I stepped out from behind the booth just as mercifully three dots appeared again and another picture from Marisha’s phone came through. Only this time it wasn’t a close up of her panties or some breast shot. It was her. All of her.
She was stood at an angle in her bathroom completely naked, the flash from the camera reflecting off the mirror. I’d seen her naked, at least parts of her. But here she was completely naked for my eyes to look over every inch of her perfect curves. Her ample breasts, pert and round with hard rosebud nipples, her flat stomach, her pale skin and long legs. The curve of her ass that I wanted to grab and bite and spank until I left a handprint.
I sat back down heavily in my seat, barely able to take my drunk eyes off her body. What I wouldn’t have done to be there with her now. To be able to touch her, lick her, bite her. To slide myself inside of her and catch her cries of pleasure on my tongue.
Swallowing thickly, I texted her back.
A - touch yourself for me.
“Hey, big brother,” Katya said, bringing my attention back to the club and away from my phone… away from Marisha’s beautiful goddamn body. She glanced around suspiciously.
“What?” I snapped, pushing my cell phone back into my pocket.
“Just checking that neither you nor Nikolai have soiled the seats,” she said with distaste.
“You think so little of me,” Nikolai replied, coming up behind her.
She threw him a backward glance before helping herself to a glass of my champagne. “I think so little of both of you because you’re disgusting pigs.”
Nikolai grinned, pleased with her reply. He placed his hands on her shoulders, kissing up to the crook of her neck. She sipped the champagne, as usual, unfazed by his teasing.
“That’s not what other women say, Katya,” he murmured into her ear.
I chuckled, if it were any other man I would have been worried, but Nikolai and my sister’s flirting was nothing more than schoolground tormenting.
Katya spun in his arms, coming face to face with him. My gaze narrowed as she leaned in close enough to kiss him, her arms wrapping around his neck. I watched Nikolai's smile falter, his arms going to her waist.
“Those other women,” she asked.
“Yes?”
“Did you have to pay them? Because that’s the only way any woman could look at you as anything less than disgusting,” she retorted with a laugh and pulled herself free from his grip. “I’m off with some girlfriends, Alexander. I’ll see you tomorrow.” She glanced back at a sullen Nikolai and winked before sauntering off.
Nikolai sat down in the booth with a heavy sigh. “I hate your sister.”
I chuckled. “You’ve said that many times before.”
My phone vibrated in my pocket and I pulled it out, seeing that Marisha had text me twice. I stood back up.
“I need to go. I’ll see you tomorrow,” I said quickly as I started to walk away.
“What is it? Is everything okay?” he called after me.
I turned and smiled. “Everything is better than okay,” I replied. “Oh, and I’m borrowing your car.”
Nik’s eyes widened. “How will I get home?”
I grinned. “You can hitch a ride with someone.”
Chapter Fourteen
Marisha
I worried my lower lip, sucking it into my mouth and biting down hard as I stared at the phone. He hadn’t written back yet. My eyes moved to the mirror, studying my body. I was beautiful… wasn’t I?
He’d seen so many women though. Now that he’d seen all of me, maybe I didn’t measure up.
Frowning, I stood on tiptoe and tried for a better angle, snapping a few quick shots and then sending him another.
But he still didn’t answer.
M - is something wrong?
I wrapped a towel around myself and sat down on the edge of the freestanding tub. He’d texted me first. Why would he text me and then ghost?
My fingers were poised to type back, but I was saved by the three little dots. I breathed a sigh of relief, though I knew I should probably wait to read what he was going to write before acting like everything was fine. Eventually, I knew, Alexander would have enough of me, and all of this would be over. Just an untouchable, sensual dream to look back upon.
A - No, sorry. Distractions. Give me a minute.
A - You’re so fucking beautiful.
A - Video call?
Frowning at the phone, anxiety shot through me. We were pushing our luck.
The bathroom door was locked, yet I stood up and moved to it, pressing my ear against the cold painted surface. I could hear nothing in the master bedroom, save for Ivan’s ridiculously-loud snoring. He could sleep through anything.
M - We have to be quiet.
A - I can be quiet. Can you?
I imagined Alexander’s boyish smile, imagined him saying the words, his eyebrow quirked and his eyes twinkling with thinly veiled need.
Seconds later, his phone number popped up, asking me to accept a video call. Hands shaking, I stared hard at his number building up the courage to answer it. If Ivan caught me, then he’d have me killed, yet the power to say no to Alexander just wasn’t present. The risk was half of the allure. My little fuck you to Ivan for all the times he’d hurt me.
I took a deep breath and pressed the green ‘yes’ icon.
Alexander’s face came to life. He was sitting in the front seat of a beautiful car, red leather winking at me from behind his dark suit. The window glass was tinted, nearly black.
“Show me,” he commanded, leaning forward to angle his phone into what must be a dash cell holder, because seconds later he sat back against the chair and I could see all of him--all of the important bits, at least.
Pulse racing, I watched him unzip his pants and pull out his dick. He was hard, and his fingers curved around his manhood, stroking up and down slowly.
“Show me,” he commanded again, his voice firm.
I flipped the phone stand open and placed my cell down on the floor. It angled up at me, giving Alexander a full view of my body. I undid the towel, letting the soft yellow cloth fall to the floor and pool around my feet.
“Fuck,” he breathed out, stroking himself a little faster. “Lay on your back, legs open, pussy towards me.”
I swallowed, spreading the towel out on the cold marble floor and then adjusting the phone stand so the camera would be level to me. I laid down, bending my knees and putting my intimate parts in direct view of the phone’s camera, my cheeks hot with embarrassment but my body alight with desire.
“Is this okay?” I asked tentatively.
“Yes, perfect,” he growled, the word dripping desire. “Touch yourself for me, Marisha. I want to see you come.”
I reached down, pushing two fingers between my folds, warm wetness already springing to life. I dipped my fingertips into my opening, dampening them, and then I moved upwards to touch my already-firm clit. I rubbed circles, ove
r and over again, feeling the rise and fall of building sensation between my legs.
Groaning, I pulled away just as an orgasm wanted to crest. I pushed my fingers back into my opening, pumping in and out to rub against the inner walls and tease my body.
“I want to see you,” I begged softly, not slowing down, continuing to work myself as my body surged, sending a rush of sticky fluids down to soak my legs and the towel beneath me. I was close. But, god, I wanted to see him. “Let me look at you,” I begged.
“Move the camera,” he finally said, his gaze hooded, his voice thick with desire.
I shifted against the floor, placing my body so that I could watch Alexander as he watched me. With my free hand, I kneaded at my breasts and pulled my nipples sharply, every now and then slapping at my skin and leaving angry red welts behind. Alexander ate it up, his eyes glued to my body as his own hand moved up and down his cock.
I felt uninhibited. I felt free.
Alexander's heated gaze on me, spurred me on, daring me to do more. To show him more. I wanted him to remember this, remember me. To think of our brief moments when he was with another woman and had moved on from me. My body was all I had to give him.
My fingers moved back to my clit and I flicked and pinched, and when I finally couldn’t stand it anymore, I moved in a circular motion, running fingertips around the hard nodule until the wave began to crest again. I refused to stop, tilting my head back and closing my eyes.
“Goddamn, Marisha. Don’t stop,” he growled almost desperately.
I giggled softly at his enthusiasm, the shooting sensations of an almost orgasm rocketing through my body. And then it hit me, and I had to slam my hand over my mouth and remind myself that Ivan was in the other room and he would be furious at me taking pleasure for myself, even if he didn’t know about Alexander’s involvement.
I kept rubbing as the euphoria slid away. I kept touching and moving my fingers until I was hit with a second sharp explosion of tender release. My eyes were closed, but I heard Alexander succumb to his own wave of pleasure. I looked quickly, finding his head tilted back against the seat, his hand milking hot white cum from the tip of his cock, beads of sticky paleness dripping down his fingers.
I laughed softly again; I couldn’t help myself.
Alexander was moving in the car, reaching out of view and coming back with a pile of napkins. His gaze met mine.
“I wasn’t intending on phone sex tonight,” he smiled, keeping his eyes locked with mine as he wiped up the cum.
“It wasn’t exactly on my agenda either,” I breathed out, panting for air and reaching down to wipe myself with the yellow towel.
“I need to see you, Marisha.” He pushed himself into his pants, zipping slowly and pulling the phone from its dash stand.
“Alexander, we can’t keep doing this. We can’t keep taking chances. Ivan will—”
“Marisha, I told you. I’m not scared of him. He’s pathetic. Weak. A goddamn blowhard.” His face was twisting, anger surfacing to rush away the aftereffects of orgasming.
“Stop, I know.” I sat up, bringing the phone with me. “I can’t stop thinking about you. I want you. I want you so badly, Alexander. But we’re going to get caught. And do you know what happens when we do?”
He didn’t reply, his eyes looking away from me and out his driver’s side window. He did know. Of course he knew. The danger I put myself in simply by talking to him, let alone fucking him, was a strangling reality if I gave it too much thought.
“See, you know. You know what will happen, you just don’t want to face it,” I said. “He’ll punish me. Hurt me… most likely kill me.”
His eyes narrowed. “He’ll do no such fucking thing to you.” his jaw was tense, his back teeth clamped tightly.
I hated to end this. Hated to think we’d never have another moment together and I’d be stuck with Ivan forever. But sooner or later I had to face facts.
“I can protect you,” he said, but we both knew that was a lie. I was Ivan’s property for him to do as he wanted. I had no rights. I had no freedom. We both knew Bratva rules between men and women.
I pulled the towel tighter around myself. “If anyone finds out, we’ll both be ruined,” I soothed, hating the taste of the words in my mouth. I didn’t want his life to be destroyed any more than I wanted mine to be. And I realized with a sudden sharp awareness that this was becoming more than a fling. So much more.
“I don’t care, Marisha. I need to see you.” He focused back on me, and his expression was resolute and unshakeable. “I’ll text you with the details. And you’ll be there. Period.”
The phone blinked, my screen going back to the default wallpaper.
I couldn’t say no to Alexander, not because he was Bratva royalty, but because… every cell in my body wanted him to touch me again. No, I needed him to touch me again, like I wouldn’t survive without him. Like he was oxygen, and I was a depleted planet where all the flowers were dying.
Hurriedly, I deleted all evidence I could of our messages and video chat.
I hated leaving the bathroom and crawling into bed with Ivan. The plush mattress and silky bedding were better more than nails and sandpaper.
*
A - Brooklyn Botanical Gardens. Saturday. 7 PM. You’ll be receiving an invitation to a fundraising event. Women attendees only.
M - What do I tell Ivan?
A - Tell him my sister invited you. I’ll make sure you have proof.
How was he going to give me proof?
Moments later, my answer was provided.
Hi, Marisha! This is Katya Vasiliev. I’m helping to host a fundraiser for the women’s shelter downtown. My mother and I would love your attendance! Female attendees only. I’ll send over an official invite soon. Hope to see you there!
I stared at the message. It had come from a new number. Not Alexander’s, and no automatic match in my address book—my address book that Ivan had curated carefully. His control permeated every corner of my existence. It had from the second he’d saved me from execution.
A- Show Ivan the message from my sister’s number. He can even verify that it’s registered to her.
M - Is she helping you?
A - Not… knowingly. I borrowed her phone, deleted the message after sending.
M - You might have a future in undercover work. What about the official invite?
A - Oh, you’ll get one. Check the mail tomorrow.
M - So, I’ll see you there then?
A - Not a question, Marisha. I’ll see you there.
I deleted the messages, body already thrumming with the promise of seeing him. The botanical gardens were amazing, and the ornate year-round greenhouses were full of tropical flowers, mesmerizing colors, and intoxicating smells.
Shoving my phone into my pocket, I walked towards Ivan’s study and knocked on the door gently. “Ivan, can I come in?”
“For a moment. I need to make a business call.” His voice was dismissive and scratchy. He’d been drinking again, heavily.
I turned the doorknob and pushed the door open, smells of bourbon and cigars wafting into my face.
“Ivan, I’ve been invited by Katya Vasiliev to attend a fundraiser for the women’s shelter. Things are going well with the Vasilievs, aren’t they? I haven’t accepted the invitation yet but thought I should in the spirit of keeping up good relations. Of course, I’ll go with what you believe is best.” I leaned against the doorway, crossing my arms and smiling, making sure my words showed that I cared about what he thought, and that his opinion was the rule here.
He glanced up, his beady eyes funny behind the dark-rimmed reading glasses he only wore at home.
“Katya Vasiliev invited you? Evelina is not involved?”
“Oh, she is. But it was Katya who specifically invited me. Here.” I pulled out my phone and walked forward, tapping on icons and pulling up the message. I handed the cell to Ivan and he read over the message quickly, jotting down the phone number on a pad on his
desk.
“Ah, yes. Only female attendees,” he focused on that fact, because it, and it alone, made the biggest impact on his decision. He would not want me attending a mixed function with other men, not unless he was also there to parade me around and show ownership. “It’s a good idea, Marisha. Accept the invitation if you receive the formal invite in the mail. Otherwise, you will only have this message to gain you entry to the fundraiser. It wouldn’t be appropriate. I’ll verify the number as well.”
“That makes sense. Thank you, Ivan.” I took the phone back from him and turned around to leave. I started across the room, almost making it to the door when he called my name.
“Marisha,” he said, stopping me before I could fully reach the door. “Remember to buy something new. And as I will not be attending with you, I want your body covered. Female attendees or not, there will likely be waitstaff and employees of the gardens.”
“Of course, Ivan. Thank you.” I pulled the doors closed, smiling at him, until he could no longer see me.
I would cover my body.
As long as Alexander was there to uncover it.
Chapter Fifteen
Alexander
“Where are you going, brother?” Katya asked, sliding her sunglasses to perch atop her head so she could study me with a frown.
She was lying by the pool, her slender body barely covered by a luminous lime green swimsuit. On anyone else it would have looked vile, but on Katya… she had the figure and tanned skin to pull anything off and she knew it. She sat up, looking me over with narrowed eyes.
“That’s new. Bespoke, and not your typical style.” Katya didn’t miss much, despite acting like she was always above and beyond everything happening around her.
It was true, I practically always wore a suit. Being part of the Bratva meant always looking the part, and the part was of sophistication and ruthlessness. Still, I knew I looked even better than normal in the new suit I was wearing. Tailor-fit in a crisp gun metal gray, the jacket was stretched across my muscular shoulders. My braided hair was pulled tight against my scalp, my beard tidied. Yes, I knew I looked damn good.
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