by Coco Miller
I plunge another finger inside me, trying my best to hit those certain spots inside me, making me wetter and wetter. God, I wonder what he would feel like. I wonder how good he'd be.
"Viktor," I whisper into the night, hoping more than anything I'd see him again. But, I can't. That would be insane.
I imagine myself dancing for him in his club. His eyes following me as they did in his office. His eyes gazing right through me, wanting me, willing me to do wicked things. More than anything I want those eyes on me again. Fuck, how could someone so bad make me want him like this?
My fingers keep moving. My thoughts growing dirtier. I want it. I imagine I have it. I imagine him with his rock hard dick running it along my wetness.
"Fuck," I moan.
My body is so close to coming all over my hand. I am just so close to imagining Viktor giving me everything I haven't had in so long. I'm ninety-nine percent sure he'd do a good job of it too.
At the first sight of my orgasm, I roll over, biting onto my pillow, silencing the moan I want to let out. My body crumbles, my orgasm rolling through every cell in my body. I imagine Viktor's smile when he sees me getting off to his fingers inside me. To me dancing for him. To him fucking me harder than he has ever fucked in his life.
I want all of it. I want all of him. But, I know it will never ever happen. It should never happen. I met the man once. What the hell am I thinking? This is just my poor, dusty, vagina talking.
My body starts to relax, my breathing coming back down as the orgasm subsides. I remove my hand, wishing more than anything Viktor could be here to lick my release off my fingers.
Gah, I read too many dirty books.
I am pathetic. I am lusting after a man I will never see again. A man I can never have. A man I shouldn’t even want.
I make my way to the bathroom, and clean myself up, heading back to my room to try to get some sleep before my early shift tomorrow. As soon as my head hits the pillow, a loud banging sounds at the front door.
"Terrica, are you okay?" I call out, bounding from the bed.
Another loud knock and I race to the door, wondering who in the world could be here this late at night. If it is one of Terrica's friends I will not be happy.
With no peephole, I cautiously open the door and am met with the same piercing eyes I'd been thinking about just moments before. The same eyes I swore I would never see again. What is he doing here? And the way his eyes are smiling at me, I swear that he knows what I was doing only minutes before.
Remembering the criminal that I'm dealing with, I harden, putting up a wall around myself.
"What the hell are you doing here?"
Chapter Six
VIKTOR
The door to her shitty apartment has a dingy-flowered welcome mat in front of it. I'm not sure if it has seen better days or if it has been thrown out in the world looking like that. I give a rap on the door. I don't even know this woman, but I hate that she lives here. I hate being here as well.
A few minutes later, Kennedy blinks wearily as she stares at me through the chain lock. She is blushed, out of breath, and oh my fuck, didn't my dick twitch at the sight of her. She is sexy fresh out of bed, and my mind races, thinking about what I can do to her there.
"What are you doing here?" she asks through the crack.
"It's nice to see you too. May I come in?" I eye the flimsy chain knowing I or anyone else could break it with one solid push to the door, and I almost want to just to get closer to her.
She must realize the same thing because she shuts the door slightly and releases the chain. When she opens the door wide, I am greeted with two very visible nipples through a threadbare white shirt. Fuck. How am I not supposed to look? So, I don't try to. I shamelessly stare at her and smile when I noticed she is wearing Spongebob panties.
She clears her throat, trying to cover herself with her hands. "Eyes up here."
Those panties need to be on the floor at my feet while I fuck her senseless.
"But they like being down there. Other things besides my eyes wouldn't mind being down there," I tell her with a smirk, watching the blush creep up her cheeks. God, she is turning me on.
There it is again, innocence painting her cheeks scarlet. Not virginal innocence like the sister, but rather a lack of experience. It's clear that she hasn't been with a real man. Only boys.
"Can you please explain why you are at my house at twelve-thirty in the morning, eye-fucking me, and saying inappropriate things, or do you just want me to call the cops?"
She may have been serious, but I still couldn't help the smile spreading across my face. Then the irony of the situation strikes me and the smile immediately vacates my face.
"Why the fuck did you answer the door? Fuck, you are practically naked," I growl at her.
This time my eyes sweep over her entire body, but instead of getting turned on, it angers me. What is she thinking? Most men who could come to her door wouldn't be as well-mannered as me. Anyone could do who knows what to her, and here she is stupidly answering the door like there aren't bad men out there. I know I'm a bad man, I never said I wasn't, but I would never force myself on anyone. I've never had to. I've never wanted to. It's usually the reverse. Most women beg to let me make them come.
I push the errant thoughts from my mind, as she parks a hand on her thin hip.
"What the hell. You were banging on my door in the middle of the night." She crosses her arms, making her tits more pronounced. "I didn't exactly have time to get dressed."
"What if it was a rapist or a killer? You're just going to let them in?"
Fuck, my anger and her tits in that shirt were making my dick hard.
"Are you a rapist or killer?" she asks sarcastically.
I lean against the wall, crossing my arms. "Not a rapist."
She gasps, and for the first time, fear sparks in her hardened eyes.
"Don't worry, I'm not going to murder you. Promise. I'm here to make you an offer. One you'll like." I hoped.
Her fingers start to toy with the ends of her t-shirt, pulling it down, trying to cover herself. What the fuck is wrong with me? Why did that simple act turn me on? I can't turn away from the action. My dick is growing in my pants, and I need to tamper down this action. I move to the other side of the room, leaning on the far wall this time.
"What kind of offer?" she asks, innocently, ever so cute.
Pushing off the wall, I cross the small living room. I can't stand still in here. The small space is suffocating me. Squalor. Although she has made an effort to minimize the worn blue sofa with a colorful throw draped on the back, and fresh flowers on the beat-up wooden coffee table. Family pictures adorn the wall, and I cross over to the tiny counter in the galley-style kitchen.
I admire her for the effort. At least she was trying to make this place look like a home on whatever she earned. At least she was standing on her own two feet trying to care for her little sister. I can see there is more to her than just bad circumstances. I can tell there is something special within her, and that thought has me here in the middle of the night. It has me obsessing over her.
"What's going on? What's he doing here?" Terrica asks, coming out of the single door I noticed in the apartment. Her face is void of make-up and she is wearing a My Little Pony t-shirt and looks very much like an innocent sixteen-year-old. Much different than in the club.
"Grab the stuff that is most valuable." I look around the tiny apartment figuring the task wouldn't take more than ten minutes' tops. "Both of you."
"What the hell are you talking about, Mr. uhh?" Kennedy arches her eyebrow asking for my name as if she doesn't know it already.
"Petrov...the name is Viktor Petrov and as I said, I have an offer for you."
"Well, I don't have sex with strange men for money, if that's what you're thinking."
I probably could have been suaver at handing out the offer, but I am still fucking pissed she answered the door and let me in so easily.
"That's no
t the offer, although if you'd like to negotiate that into the deal, I’m down.” I laugh.
"Highly unlikely," she says with narrowed eyes.
"Really? Because it seems like you've been thinking about it."
"Puh-lease."
"Get your things," I chuckle. "It's late and I'd like to get home." I lean against the counter waiting for the two of them to pack.
"Can we hear this offer? Or is it a mystery?"
"I'm hiring you. And, no employee of mine lives in the hood. Therefore, you'll be staying with me until I find somewhere suitable for you to live."
"This is not the hood, thank you very fucking much, and I resent you for calling it that."
“Yeah, me too!” the teenager chimes in.
"I mean no disrespect, but I know what this neighborhood once was and what it is today. I know there are probably some very nice families still on this block, but I also know every place where they sell drugs within a five-mile radius. You can't stay here."
"But..." she protests.
"It's best to be doing what I say…Potoropis."
"What does that mean?" Terrica asks.
"It means hurry the fuck up."
Kennedy glares at me, immobile and probably too fucking stunned to speak. I want to snap my fingers at her, to move her along, but I rake my eyes over her body instead. My offer was probably delivered a little rough around the edges, but I can tell she is seriously considering it. She wants a way out. I can tell. She just has to step up and take it.
"Get the shit that means anything to you. Don't worry about anything else. I'll replace it," I tell her digging myself even deeper. “Please,” I add. Hoping that will help.
She finally hops to it, and her and Terrica both walk away to pack.
My instincts tell me that this simple decision is going to change my life. At this point though, I'm not sure if it will be in a good or bad way. I've never done anything like this before. Right now, I'm going by the seat of my pants, and I hope that I will get her in the seat of my pants soon enough.
I figure after I get my fill of her (because I always do), I could set her up in a better apartment, help her with her finances, and get her the hell out of my mind. It'll be a win-win for both of us.
"I need to know what 'll be doing for you? I don't strip, and I'm not going to sleep with you." The look on her face almost makes me laugh, but she is serious. So cute.
"Don't worry, I had Nicholai look into you. I know everything. I also know you were about to graduate with your business degree. I need someone I can trust to help me with some business situations, and I'm hiring you. I'll pay you, and you two can stay at my house rent-free."
"You asshole. You can't just bust in here in the middle of the night, tell me and my sister to pack our shit and then dictate how I will be living my life." The volume of her voice shows me that she no longer cares if Terrica or the rest of the apartment complex hears her.
"I'm an asshole? No sweetheart, I'm saving you from a dire situation. I know you're about two seconds away from getting evicted."
She contemplates my truthful words for a moment as she angrily continues to pack. Here I thought she would have gotten down on her knees and sucked my dick for saving her. Instead, she is arguing with me as if I did something wrong offering her a sweet ass deal to get out of the shit debt her parents have left her in.
"Kennedy, let's just go with him. The gas got turned off three days ago. I haven't had a hot shower in forever."
"I told you that I was taking care of it."
"How? When you won't let me help. Look, Mr. Petrov is offering you a job, a real job, and he knows what he is getting into. Please."
Kennedy looks over at her sister who has two full duffle bags on the floor next to her. Her eager eyes must have been the clincher. Kennedy's slim shoulders sink down and her weary face takes on a look of defeat.
"Give me twenty more minutes, and go sit on the couch. I have to talk to Mr. Petrov," she tells her sister.
Terrica smiles and skips to the couch, her duffle bags banging into her legs as she moves.
“Viktor, call me Viktor," I say as I follow her into the room her sister just exited.
"What do you want from me?" she whispers once she closes the door and starts tossing her things into a worn-out backpack. "Seriously, now. What do you want?"
"I want you to help me get my business in order. From what I have read, you are an excellent employee. Naive, but excellent."
"What do you mean naive?" she asks, her head whipping toward me.
"Naive because you work extra hard, but in the two years you have been working for three companies, you have never once asked for a raise. You think working harder is going to get you what you want in this world. That's what's naive about you."
"I'm not sure what they teach in Russia, but in America, hard work is considered a valuable trait. A badge of honor."
"I've lived in America long enough to know what's valued here, and don't get me wrong, I respect what you've done. You're a hard worker, and I need people like you around me. I need people I can trust," I tell her, leaning against the wall, waiting for her to finally thank me for my generosity.
She opens her mouth and snaps it closed as my words finally hit her.
"I'm not naive, and I'm not going to sleep with you." Her dark eyes narrow on me. "That's clearly what this is about."
I couldn't help but give her a toothy smile. She is going to sleep with me. It's inevitable. I can smell the pheromones bouncing around this room all over the place.
"I never said anything about sex. It seems you're the one thinking about it."
She grits her teeth, and her eyes shoot to my crotch before coming back to my face. "I'm not thinking about it. Besides, what makes you think you can trust me?" she throws back, turning around to continue packing.
"Instinct," I tell her, shouldering the backpack and the other bag she has packed. "Are you ready?" I ask, heading for the door.
"Yes," she answers my back.
"Good, because I'm tired. Come on, Terrica, let's get you out of this hell hole."
"Shut up, that's my house you're talking about," Kennedy says as I throw their shit in the back of my car.
"Oh please, get in," I tell her almost unable to hide the smile that wants to appear. "I'm about to take you to a real house."
Chapter Seven
VIKTOR
I sip my whiskey laced coffee in the dining room thinking about what I've just done. I brought a woman and a teenager into my home with no real plan. All because my dick won't take no for an answer. Boris would kill me.
Kennedy fell asleep as soon as I started the car last night. Terrica has been useful by telling me that she hadn't been sleeping well at night with all the stress of having multiple jobs. With all the stress this life has unfairly thrown her way. I could only imagine. I've never understood this kind of life, Boris gave me a great one, but I can tell it hasn't been easy on her.
I carried Kennedy up to the room I had prepared for her and made sure Terrica was settled into the room across the hall. She wasn't too happy when I told her a driver would be taking her to school the next morning, but when I gave her my "boss" look she stopped arguing immediately. I'm definitely not used to having to reign in a teenager, but she can't be any worse than one of my employees. One of my soldiers.
Tell them what to do and don't take no for an answer.
Kennedy slept the entire morning and I checked on her a few times, watching her sleep. I couldn't stop watching her. I like the way her chest would rise and fall in even tempos. I like the way the sun casts its rays across her caramel skin. I especially like the way she would mumble little nothings while she dreamed. I was hoping she'd utter my name. She didn't.
Terrica is scheduled to be back from school in thirty minutes. I check on Kennedy once more, but she hasn't moved from the spot I placed her in last night.
She wrestles slightly, moaning a bit as her eyes open, taking in her surroundings. "W
here?" She sits up, rubbing her eyes. "Where am I?"
"My home," I say, like there would be any other place I would have taken her.
"Why didn't you wake me up?" she asks, taking in the room with the big bed I placed her in last night. "Why would you let me sleep all day?"
"Because you were dead on your feet, and you won't do me any good if you can't stay awake."
"Where is Terrica?" she asks, noticing we are alone.
"She's at school. I had my driver take her, and he is picking her up when she gets out."
"He?"
"Yes, he. And he knows not to lay a hand on her. She's under my protection. No one will touch her."
She should know that. She should know I wouldn't allow anyone to harm her or her sister.
"Must be nice to be a mob boss," she says, then claps her hand over her mouth. "Shit, sorry."
"It's okay. I am a mob boss. So, you're right. And people do as I say." I walk closer to her side of the bed. "Most of the time It is nice."
"Oh," is all she can respond with.
I chuckle at her indignation. Normally, only Nicholai gives me shit and that's because he is like a brother to me. Everyone else is scared of me, and that is the way I like it. That's the way it ought to be. Except, I am enjoying Kennedy's smart mouth. The smart mouth that I want to have wrapped around my fat cock.
My dick twitches at the mere thought.
"Well, now you know what you're getting into." I don't want to hide anything from her. "I'm hoping this is not a deal-breaker."
"As if you've given me any choice at this point. You've brainwashed my sister already, and she's only known you for two seconds."
"That's an exaggeration. The poor girl just wanted a hot shower."
"Do you kill people?" she asks in a tiny voice, making my dick spring to life from the sound of it. Her hooded eyes watch me closely as she waits for my answer.
"No, I don't kill people." Anymore.
Her questions are turning me on, her morality getting the best of her. She visibly relaxes when I tell her the truth.
