“Well, if they didn’t it was no thanks to you. I had to put my hand over your mouth the last time you came because you started screaming,” Nikolai chastised me, but there was a smug smile on his face as he did.
“No, I did not,” I refuted, but I think he was right.
Nikolai let out a snort. “Yes, you did. And now that we’re on the topic, I think we need to do some more exploration around your response to being restrained.”
I squeaked in embarrassment, feeling heat climbing all the way to my forehead. I ducked my face into his chest, unable to face him as he uncovered this previously unknown part of my personality.
“Hannah, it’s fine. I fucking love it,” he said reassuringly. “Do you know how wet you got when you realized you were pinned down? How wild you became?” He whispered in my ear, his hand creeping down between my legs again, rubbing my clit again slowly. “I love holding you down, making you crazy. I want to tie you up and make you come over and over again.” He kissed me deeply, moving his fingers down to thrust two, then three into my slippery entrance. “And I will.” I could not believe how turned on I was considering we just finished having sex.
“God, feeling how wet your pussy is from me is making me fucking crazy, Hannah. I want to fuck you again.” Nikolai was biting my neck as his thumb manipulated my clit and three of his fingers thrust more and more quickly in and out of my pussy. “Are you okay to fuck again? Be honest, I won’t be upset, Hannah.” he asked, stopping his thrusting fingers in case he was hurting me. I was sore, but so turned on I didn’t really care.
I moved my hips against his stilled hand. “Yes, yes, please,” I whispered back.
“Thank fuck,” Nikolai responded. “Turn over, Hannah.”
I looked at him, puzzled.
“Turn over,” Nikolai repeated and reached down and gently rolled me over on my stomach. He positioned himself between my legs again and lifted my hips until I was on my knees. When there was no other movement, I looked back at him and found him staring avidly between my legs.
“Nikolai,” I whispered, my prompt filled with both embarrassment and need.
Nikolai jerked his gaze back to me and gave me a wicked grin. “I don’t know how I’m going to keep my hands off of you after this, Hannah. I’ve never fucked a girl without a condom, so this is turning me on to a whole new level.” I felt his fingers once again enter my body, his eyes tracking the movement of his hand.
“Fuck, I’m going to come just watching myself finger you.” As much as his words made me blush, they were also making me crazy, and my hips responded. “Yes, Hannah, fuck yes, move that pussy against my fingers.” I was beginning to feel desperate for an orgasm, so I started ride his fingers, searching for relief.
Suddenly, he removed his fingers and replaced them with his extremely hard cock. I felt his hands fist the hair at the nape of neck and his hand clutched my hip as he moved my body in tandem with his thrusting hips. I gasped as I felt his cock much deeper in this position.
Nikolai stilled. “Hannah, are you okay?” I was touched he still had the presence of mind to be concerned about me given how turned on he seemed.
I nodded my head. “Y-y-yes,” I stuttered out.
Nikolai responded by pulling out and thrusting just as hard back into me, his fingers tightening in my hair. I found myself loving the feel of him using my hair to control my movements.
“Fuck, Hannah, watching you take my dick like this….” Nikolai grunted and started a steady movement back and forth. His free hand grabbed my hip tightly, further regulating my movements against him and skyrocketing my arousal. I moaned low in my throat, jutting my hips up in response. I heard Nikolai growl and tighten his hand on my hip, then sliding it between my legs to rub my overstimulated clit.
I felt so close to coming, but just couldn’t get there. Suddenly, Nikolai moved his hand to slap my flank, then the side of my ass, and as my pussy responded by clamping down on his thrusting dick. He then grabbed my breast and pinched my nipple and I gasped again, slamming my hip back against him
I knew Nikolai was about to come, his hips were pounding into me with such force I had to put my hands against the wall, so I wouldn’t go crashing through it. Nikolai fingers tightened in my hair as his other hand reached down and pinched my clit hard as he slammed as deeply as possible into my pussy. I started to let out a screech, so the hand that as in my hair quickly moved over my mouth as he Nikolai continued thrusting, finishing his own orgasm. My pussy felt positively drenched.
I felt him pull out of me and could feel his ejaculate dripping down my thighs. “Fuck, that is so fucking hot.” Again, he murmured this as if he was talking to himself.
“I need to clean up, Nikolai. Seriously clean up,” I whispered as I slowly rolled over, feeling my over-saturated state. What had seemed so hot five minutes ago felt kind of gross now. I was eager to wash everything that was going on down there.
I slowly rose, trying to stand on wobbly legs. Nikolai held my hand as I slowly stood to my full height, feeling the effects of our sexual antics in every muscle of my body. Especially in muscles I didn’t know I had. I realized I now had to creep quietly to the bathroom with all this stuff leaking out of me. Ugh, so gross.
I was looking around my room for a stray towel, something, when I felt Nikolai press his t-shirt between my legs. “Here, use this,” he said generously. I would have jumped in surprise if my muscles had it in themselves to do so, but they didn’t.
I had to say, in a night where my shyness has been tested to the limit, this has got to take the cake. Nikolai, the hottest guy in school, sitting on my bed holding his t-shirt against my newly deflowered vagina.
Jesus.
“What are you going to wear out of here?” I asked, realizing I had nothing in my house that would fit him.
Nikolai smiled indulgently. “I can just go without a shirt. It’s not that cold out.”
It was cold; it was probably in the forties tonight. I was touched at his sacrifice, so I leaned down and kissed him. He kissed me back, but then stood, pulled back and turned me to the door. “Go clean up and stop starting shit you are in no condition to finish.”
I shot him an outraged look because I definitely hadn’t been starting anything, but his teasing grin told he had been joking with me. He gave me light slap on the ass as I headed to the bathroom.
I crept silently across the hallway to the bathroom and quickly closed the door. I really wanted to take a shower, but that might wake my mom up and she would definitely be curious about what could have prompted such a decision. So, I had to make do with towels and the sink. When I finished doing the best I could, I grabbed a clean towel and wet part of it for Nikolai to clean himself off.
I ran back into my room and found Nikolai in the same spot looking at his phone and frowning. “Everything okay?” I asked curiously.
He looked at me absently then back to his phone and started texting someone. “Yeah, just some stuff going on.”
“Um, I brought you a towel,” I blurted and thrust it in his direction.
Nikolai looked up again, this time he was clearly focused on me. He smiled, reached for the towel and thoroughly, unselfconsciously, cleaned himself off. He handed me back the towel and started reaching for his clothes.
“Are you leaving?” I asked, even though it was obvious he was. I knew it was the most practical decision, but it didn’t stop the disappointment lancing through my chest.
Nikolai seemed to understand how I was feeling because he walked over to me after he put his pants on, his only piece of clothing left besides underwear, and pulled me in his arms, hugging me tightly.
“Hannah, I hate leaving you. I don’t want you to think I came here to get laid. Do you think that?” Nikolai looked at me worriedly, holding my face in his hands.
I smiled at him reassuringly, rubbing his arms. “No, I don’t think you came over here for sex. I just feel…. I don’t know.” I looked at him in bewilderment because I didn’t know wh
at was going on with me. I felt insecure and clingy, and I hated it.
“Hannah, you were a virgin. It makes sense that you feel a little fucked up,” he responded matter-of-factly, but compassionately. “I didn’t exactly go easy on you either,” he added pinching my bottom.
“You didn’t hear me complaining, did you?” I said cheekily.
“I don’t know, you were screaming an awful lot…” he said, a fake look of thoughtfulness on his face.
I swatted him in the arm. “Shut up, god.”
Nikolai laughed and hugged me to him. “You know I loved it.” He continued hugging me for a moment, rubbing his hand soothingly up and down my back and I began to relax. Nikolai moved his hand down to my waist and pulled back to look at me intently. He frowned. “Are you sure you’re okay, Hannah? With everything?”
I nodded my head, feeling emotional, but happy. “Yes, I’m okay.” He stared at me a moment longer, as if ascertaining the truth of my words.
Nikolai kissed my forehead. “Okay, I’ve got to get out of here, but I’ll see you tomorrow.”
He gave me another quick kiss on the mouth and headed for the window. After climbing through he looked up at me. I have to admit, he looked really hot; shirtless, his hair messy, his mouth swollen from kisses, his cheeks flushed from his previous exertions. Even the bruises looked hot for some reason.
He gave me a severe look. “Stop looking at me like that, Hannah, or I’m going to jump back in that window and fuck you again, and you aren’t in any condition for that.”
I gasped at his frankness. “Oh my god, I can’t believe the shit you say.”
Nikolai smirked again. He obviously enjoyed provoking me. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Hannah.” With that he turned and walked off into the night.
Chapter 38
Nikolai
Thankfully, my car was close by. I knew I told Hannah it wasn’t that cold tonight, but it was fucking cold. Hannah. I can’t say I’m sorry we ended up having sex. It was fucking amazing. I’d never had sex without a condom, so having sex with someone like her, someone I actually care about, and without a condom was fucking incredible. I could still smell her on me; on my hands, my face, all over. I fucking hated leaving her. I knew she was feeling upset because I just took her virginity and then had to leave, but it’s not like I could have stayed over. I figured her mother would have been less than thrilled to discover her formerly virgin daughter snuggled up to me in the morning.
I got in my car and immediately cranked the heat. I had gotten a message earlier from Drago. Apparently, Roman got the girl, but there were some problems. Not surprising. He had to take some people out. People in our own organization. My father’s people. Now, my father knew some shit was going on, but I didn’t know if he realized that Roman was the one who got her out. I had to meet with Drago in about an hour, which was another reason I had to leave Hannah.
I needed to run home, take a shower and grab a shirt before meeting Drago. I had no idea if my father was home, but I fucking hoped he wasn’t. He knew just what buttons to push with me, and with us so close to taking him out, I had to exert a lot of motherfucking control around him. I walked up to the door, noticing how dark the house looked. I quietly opened and closed the door and had one foot on the step when I heard him.
“Ahh, son, you have finally decided to come home,” my father accented voice purred with soft menace.
I cleared my throat. “Yeah, I’m headed back out again. I just need to change,” I responded nonchalantly, hoping that would stop this conversation before it began.
“Well, I’m sure you have a few minutes for your father. I’d like to speak with you,” Yuri said this last sentence as he walked closer to me, a drink in his hand and a hard, sinister gleam in his eyes. I didn’t like this one bit.
“What do you want to talk about?” I asked, folding my arms over my naked chest.
“Come into my office.” It wasn’t a request.
I debated ignoring him, but with everything so close to happening, I decided to humor him instead. Maybe I could plant some seeds that would get him off Roman’s trail.
I watched my father, his shirt now half untucked, his gray hair looking like he’d repeatedly run his fingers through it, his face sweaty. He filled his glass with more vodka. Always vodka. He really took patriotism to new levels. When he turned to look me in the eye, I realized he looked high. Not just on alcohol, but something stronger. I stood near the doorway in case I needed to exit in a hurry.
“So, son, were you with the American whore I saw you with before?” I clenched my fists briefly, then focused on unclenching them. Revealing weakness to my father is always a mistake.
“Which American whore are you referring to? I fuck a lot of girls,” I responded casually.
Yuri laughed as he weaved his way to his chair and sunk his bulk down. My father used to have a physique like mine when he was young, but he’d gotten heavy and soft. “I know who your girl is. Hannah Prescott? Her mother, Jessica, works at Reggie’s Diner, and her sister, Emily, attends Briar Ridge. Her father, Gregory, hasn’t been around for years. She’s a senior at your school. Fairly unremarkable life from the information I’ve gathered. Of course, that can be changed.”
My father didn’t have to finish his threat, I knew what he was saying. That he would do something to “liven up” Hannah’s life. Something violent and traumatizing.
“What do you want?” He wanted something from me, he wasn’t threatening Hannah for no reason.
“Ah, so the girl does mean something to you?” Yuri inquired slyly.
I shook my head. “She doesn’t. She’s a piece of ass, like the rest.” God, I felt like a fucking asshole saying that. “That doesn’t mean I want you to fuck with her, or any other high school girl.” I was trying to make Hannah appear unremarkable in my life. It wasn’t like this was the first time my father had used threats like these; he knew how to toy with people.
Yuri chuckled again. “I raised such a humanitarian,” he mocked.
“What do you want?” I repeated.
All humor left his face, and his gaze sharpened. “There are people in my organization who are not as loyal as they once were. They need to be taken care of. Immediately.”
I snorted. “You think I, your high-school aged son, is the one to head up this task?” I asked doubtfully.
Yuri shook his head in disgust. “At your age, I was one of my father’s most trusted enforcers. I had been in the organization for years, eager to prove myself to him. Eager to move up. I killed who needed to be killed, I found rats who needed to be found and removed them. I didn’t complain. I wasn’t weak.” He ended his diatribe venomously, mocking my resistance to joining him, my resistance to becoming him.
That was his real issue. I didn’t want to be a mirror image of him, but his ego demanded that I follow his footsteps, outdo him in his levels of depravity and remorselessness. I had probably been well on my way, too, before last summer. Fortunately, I saw what was going on before he eradicated my conscience completely.
“Who do you suspect?” I figured I might as well learn as much as I can for Drago.
“Oh, I know who several of them are, I just need to you to find one specific individual and take him out. The rest will fall quickly once he is gone.” Yuri finished his command by swallowing the entire contents of his glass. His face immediately flushed.
What the fuck was going on? I’d never done anything of this magnitude for the organization before, even when I was more actively involved. I quickly recovered from my surprise and confusion. “You want me to assassinate someone in the organization?” I asked in what I hoped was a neutral voice.
Yuri hopped up and slammed his fist down on the desk. “It is time! Time for you to be groomed for this position. This is how you show loyalty, this is how you become a leader. You kill the cockroaches that are betraying us, put fear in your enemies and rise to the top. You will do this!”
Shit, he was losing it. “And if I don�
�t?” I know I was poking the beast, but I needed to know how dire this was, what his plans were.
Yuri smiled coldly. “Your girl, she will end up in a brothel in Thailand being fucked by every degenerate that can pay five dollars for her. Of course, that’s after every man from here to Asia has had her, used her, degraded her. Maybe her sister, too?” He looked at me and shrugged, as if I would give him some feedback on this. “She’s cute too, and probably a virgin. I’ll get a lot of money for her. Don’t worry, son, I’d make sure the girls knew why they are there. That you put them there.”
I felt sick with rage and frustration, my fists clenching and my teeth grinding in impotence. I wanted to swing on him, but unless I actually killed him, which I wasn’t above doing, there would be consequences.
“Fine, I’ll do it.”
“Of course, you will,” he asserted smugly. “You have twelve hours to have the traitor removed.”
Fuck, twelve hours? “That’s not enough time.”
“It better be. For Ms. Prescott and her sister’s sake,” he asserted ominously.
“Who the fuck am I looking for?” I asked irascibly.
“Drago Volkov.”
Fuck, he knew.
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I ran upstairs and take a quick shower and change, but the whole time I was trying to figure what to do with the ultimatum my father threw in my lap. I was obviously not going to kill Drago, but I had to make sure my father didn’t fucking kidnap Hannah or her sister. Knowing my father could have accessed my phone and bugged it or put a tracker in it, I pulled out a burner phone from my drawer. I got it months ago, thinking I would need a back-up at some point if I was going to working with my father. Ironic turn of events.
I texted Drago and told him it was me and we needed to change our meet-up location. He replied about five minutes later, from a new number, with an address. I grabbed my keys, figuring if my father asked where I was going, I’d say I was going to look for Drago, which was technically true.
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