GIFT FROM THE HITMAN: The Petrov Mafia

by Zoey Parker

  Whoops. I shouldn’t have done that. Had been too caught up in my pleasure, and I just had to reach out and touch him.

  I released my hold on his hair. “I’m sorry,” I whispered, not wanting him to stop, knowing he would.

  Would he punish me for defying him? Why does the thought of that make me even wetter?

  He immediately stopped licking my pussy and stood. “I can’t blame you,” he said, staring down at me with hooded eyes. “It felt too good for you to hold back.”

  Relief flooded through me. He understood. “Yes. You…” I sighed happily, unable to put into words how I felt, how he made me feel. He made me feel incredible, but it was so much more than that. He made me lose control.

  He made me forget I should be doing everything he said, that I should be the one listening, that right now he wanted to touch me, and I was to let him. Giving up control I could handle, and he definitely knew what to do when he had that same level of control given to him.

  His eyes darkened. “But you didn’t listen to me,” he said, his voice a little gruffer now. “Should I punish you?”

  A dark and delicious thrill went through me. A secret thrill. “If you think I deserve to be, yes.” I stared at him, issuing him a silent challenge.

  “I don’t know how to punish you,” he said slowly. He rubbed his chin.

  “You could spank me,” I suggested, remembering how it had smarted and hurt me yet it had made me even wetter at the same time.

  His laugh echoed in the room. “You would like that, I think,” he said, shaking his head. “Is punishment meant to be enjoyed?”

  I blushed. I had kind of enjoyed it. I hadn’t been spanked before. Not like that. Not in a way that had awoken me sexually. “Maybe,” I whispered.

  Andrei suddenly leaned down, his face inches from mine. His hand tightly wrapped in my hair, he pulled my head to the side and sucked hard on my neck, enough to bring me both pleasure and pain. He then kissed me thoroughly, enough to make my toes curl again. I could taste myself on his lips.

  If this was punishment, I couldn’t wait to see what a reward might be. I’d do anything to sample a taste of his reward.

  He was grinding himself against me, and I wiggled my hips, trying to entice him to enter me when he pulled back and stood. Andrei backed up a few steps, and my gaze trickled down from his handsome face to his chiseled abs and farther to his gorgeous cock. “Suck me,” he demanded, his tone low.

  I stared at his huge, thick, throbbing cock. No way could I fit all of that into my mouth. But I could still try. I was more than willing to try. I licked my lips and climbed off the bed to kneel in front of him. I licked the tip of his cock and, mentally preparing myself, opened my mouth.

  His hands shoved the back of my head forward. Somehow, I didn’t gag, and I fucked him with my mouth. His hands applied slight pressure to my head if I slowed down, and even though I wanted to play with his balls, I had to cup and hold onto his ass to make sure I could stay upright and not fall over, I was fucking him that hard.

  How much longer could he last? Just as I was thinking this, Andrei lessened his hold on my hair and allowed me to pull back. I stared up at him, waiting for him to tell me what to do next. My thighs were so wet. I had never enjoyed pleasuring a man orally than I had just now.

  He was staring at me, a haze of lust shining in his dark eyes. I loved how badly he obviously wanted me. “Do you like being dominated in bed?” he asked.

  All I could do was nod. You bet I did. In a way, giving up control was the definition of freedom.

  Andrei lifted me up and flipped me upside down so my feet were high up in the air and my head was down near his cock. I shrieked at the suddenness of the movement, but his tongue found my clit, and my shrieks turned into moans. All the blood was rushing to my head, and what he was doing to me was so freaking crazy.

  Before I could come, he flipped me back around and dropped me onto the bed. I bounced up and was more than willing to let him arrange and move my body, to direct me to be on all fours. I wiggled my ass, waiting for him, hoping he would give it to me.

  And, man, did he give it to me. He pounded into me — long, deep, and hard — and it was no time before I was screaming again. Who came first? I wasn’t sure, but I sure as hell knew I had, not once but twice. My pussy was dripping wet, so wet the amount of cum he pumped into me was already leaking out.

  My arms buckled, and I collapsed onto the bed, spent and thoroughly fucked.

  Did I like to be dominated? Oh yeah.

  Did I want to get pregnant right away? Um, no.

  I almost wished I wouldn’t get pregnant right away so our sexual relations didn’t have to end. That we could keep going on like this for a long while yet.

  In silence, Andrei dressed and walked toward the door. He threw me a wink before exiting my room, leaving me to my own devices in his mansion. Not that I had the energy to do anything but roll over and fall asleep.

  And who did I dream of? And what did I dream about us doing?

  A repeat of our nightly activities.

  When I woke, I was still wet.

  Chapter 14

  Andrei

  I was whistling. Whistling. That wasn’t something I had done in a long time. I had thoroughly enjoyed fucking Kelly Greene, although I hadn’t intended for two of our four times in the first week to be in the same night. Maybe I should have left that provision out of the contract.

  Or maybe she would be amendable to having sex more than just four times this week. She certainly had been responsive to all of my attention, and I did enjoy making her squirm, riling her up, getting her all heated and then toying with her. There could be something amazing about being brought to the brink and then giving in, to letting the buildup grow until it can’t be contained a second longer.

  I had been so ready to explode into her mouth. She hadn’t been the best ever to blow me, but there was something about her willingness, her allowing me to guide her, that brought me so close to the edge I almost gave in earlier than I intended. We were trying to make a baby, though, so I shouldn’t waste my cum in her mouth. Not yet at least. Maybe she would be amendable to that once she became pregnant.

  So far, our arrangement was working quite nicely. Quite nicely, indeed. And I had no reason to think things would start to fail in that department anytime soon, which was all the more satisfying.

  But the other issue weighing on me was nearly crippling, and my whistling died on my lips. Mikhail Vasilev had already sent a man to spy on me. If he wants to get dirt on me, I better get more dirt on him first. Two can play at this game, and the loser will die. And I don’t plan on dying anytime soon.

  Although it was early yet, I called Aleksey. I would not waste a second figuring out how to set up my revenge.

  He answered on the third ring. “What do you need?” he asked.

  “For you to come here,” I demanded, and I hung up.

  My cook had just finished serving me breakfast when the doorbell rang. I calmly cut into my cinnamon apple pancake and started to enjoy my meal, leaving my butler to handle the door. I was a bundle of nerves, but I would not show fear. I would not even feel fear.

  Not even a minute later, Aleksey entered the room. He eyed the food before staring at me. “What can I help you with?” he asked.

  I made a show of deliberately setting down my fork and knife. “I need you to prove yourself,” I said, glaring at him. He might be one of my right hand men, but even Aleksey had to prove himself to me again since he had disobeyed me recently.

  Aleksey swallowed audibly and nodded. “Anything. I swear I didn’t mean—”

  “I want you to spy on Mikhail,” I declared. “Find out what his cover is, how long he’s been in town, what exactly he’s up to. Can you do this for me?” I leaned back in my seat, my hands clasped together, thumbs idly twiddling.

  “You can trust me.” Aleksey nodded again, and the scar by his mouth pulled slightly as he smiled. “Believe me.”

  “
Good. Go.” I wanted to believe him. Now was not the time for distrust.

  Aleksey nodded a third time and left.

  As I resumed eating, I tried not to worry. I didn’t need discord in my own ranks, but I could have easily asked Dima to handle this for me. I had no possible issues with Dima, but Aleksey had disobeyed a direct order. Loyalty meant a great deal to me, and I needed to have faith in my men. Without faith and loyalty, what remained?

  Nothing.

  But if Aleksey could do this for me, if he could handle gaining intel on Vasilev, he would be back in my good graces. And I needed him by my side. I needed to trust him. Taking down Mikhail Vasilev would not be easy. Having my revenge would not be easy.

  But it would happen, and it would happen soon.

  ***

  A week passed, and finally, Aleksey messaged me to let me know he had info for me. I was at the gambling ring when I received the notification, and I called him in and told him to meet me at my house. There were too many ears at the ring and the bar, and while I was sure most everyone there was on my side, I didn’t want to risk it. My men were loyal, and I hadn’t seen any newcomers lately, not after the spy Mikhail Vasilev had sent there, but money could be a terrible temptress, and it was better to be overly cautious than not. I finished my beer, said my goodbyes to the men there, and left.

  Aleksey beat me home and was waiting for me in the study. Kelly was upstairs. Normally I would go up and see her as soon as I returned home, but tonight my attention was needed elsewhere. I would see her later. Just the thought made me grow hard, but the look on Aleksey’s face had my cock going soft again.

  I slammed a fist onto the table. “Well? What did you learn?” I demanded as I sat down.

  “He has a new business in town.” Aleksey had been standing but now he sat too. “Owns it under a different name.”

  “What is his business?” I shouldn’t have to ask.

  “An auto shop.” Aleksey laughed, the sound loud and jarring, or maybe my headache was making me anxious. I had been having a lot more headaches lately. For the most part, Kelly was able to make them go away, but they were from stress, and my stress level was going to remain high until Vasilev was dead.

  I would’ve laughed if things weren’t so dangerous. “Is he embezzling money?” I figured that to be the case. An auto shop wouldn’t be a way to make a lot of money, and money equaled power, and Vasilev was all about seizing power. His killing my family was testimony to that fact.

  “Most likely.” Aleksey tilted his head to the side. “Not that I can prove it without going in deep. Way deep.”

  “A cover, too?” I asked.

  After my parents died, I went through every bit of their personal belongings. Every file and paper about Mikhail Vasilev I had read and reread, so I knew he had a propensity toward buying and selling drugs. Lucrative if you were smart enough to not get too greedy or to get caught.

  “You know him. Wouldn’t be surprised.” Aleksey shrugged. “That’s all I have. Know it’s not much, but I’d have to infiltrate his circle or find an in somewhere to learn more.”

  I had figured that would be the case. To go undercover with my main foe… Despite his disobeying me with Kelly, Aleksey had always been there for me, and there was no one else I trusted more to pull off this con. “Go there,” I said, not demanding it, willing to give him an out if he wanted it. “Check it out. Take your car to the shop to have it fixed and look around for anything suspicious. I want solid intel this time.” This information was good, but not good enough. Nothing to help me bring Vasilev down.

  “You can count on me.” Aleksey’s smile disappeared. His face was solemn. He was serious.

  “I do.”

  He started to stand.

  “Thank you,” I added.

  “Anything for you.”

  My men were loyal, but without a doubt, so would Vasilev’s. If this came to war, the victor might turn out to be the one whose men were the most loyal. My men had, at one time, been my father’s, but now they were mine. When I first set out to reclaim my birthright as the leader of the Petrov mob, a number of men came forward without question. The rest I slowly earned their respect despite my age. Respect was where true power came from, not money, not fear. If the war did require loyalty, I had no doubt I would emerge the victor.

  ***

  It was another week before Aleksey came back, which didn’t surprise me. At least I had Kelly to occupy my mind so I didn’t obsess with my revenge every day. This time, the info Aleksey had was more than promising. I met with him in the study and sank into my chair with a groan and a half smile. I had just come deep inside of Kelly, and I was still riding the high from it. Every time we slept together, I discovered new things about her body, and she loved to explore mine, as well. We made a fine match beneath the sheets, and it would only be a matter of time before she became pregnant. This arrangement was working out better than I ever anticipated. While I was confident I would not fail, that I would not be the one to die, I desired an heir.

  I desired an heir with Kelly.

  I desired Kelly.

  My cock was coming back to life, but I forced thoughts of the curvy woman away so I could better focus on the task at hand. I readjusted myself and leaned forward, my elbows on the table. “Good news, please.”

  “Very good news.” Aleksey looked like he had just been given that assault rifle he had been pinning for. “I met a girl there, at his shop.”

  “A girl?” I rubbed my forehead wearily. He was thinking with his cock instead of his brain. Aleksey was a lady magnet. Maybe I should’ve sent Dima after all. “I thought you already had a girlfriend.”

  “I dumped her. Thought I told you. Doesn’t matter. This girl isn’t just any girl.” He grinned as much as his scar would allow. The women found him dark and mysterious. The scar wasn’t a turn-off at all.

  “I hope you have a reason for bringing her up,” I said dryly.

  “I do.” He somewhat reclined in his seat. “Because of her father.”

  “Ah.” It clicked into place, and my grin matched his. “She’s Vasilev’s daughter.”

  “Yep.” Aleksey rubbed his hands together.

  “Good. You’ve done well so far.” I appraised him. He was the perfect one for this job — if he didn’t get distracted. “Are you ready for the next step?” I asked.

  “Of course. What do you need?” His expression told me he already knew what I was going to ask of him, and that he accepted already.

  “I want you to seduce her for intel. Can you handle that?” I stared him down. This wasn’t for fun. He couldn’t just think with his cock. He had to be smart about things because if he got caught, he would be tortured and killed. But I didn’t have to explain that. Aleksey knew what exactly I was asking of him.

  “Of course. I’ll fuck her and learn everything she knows.” He rubbed the side of his face. “Wonder if she prefers beards.”

  Aleksey stood and left the room. I remained in my seat. Good. Very good. Everything was starting to fall into place. Kelly would get pregnant soon. Mikhail Vasilev would be brought down. Death would be too simple for him. He had killed my family, and so now I was going to go after his.

  Chapter 15

  Kelly

  Life was slowly falling into a routine. I still couldn’t get used to waking up here, in Andrei’s house. Mansion, I should say. This place was huge, massive, and it took me some getting used to. I wasn’t used to a life of opulence, and the servants who were always working and the bodyguards. It was like I had stepped into a fairytale — a messed up fairytale. I still got lost walking around the place at times.

  But one place I never felt lost was in the bedroom. When Andrei wanted me, he had me, and I had no complaints in that department. I hadn’t known what to expect when I signed the contract to have a baby for him, but so far, things weren’t bad at all. Yes, I missed my mom, but I did call her all the time, and she seemed to be doing better. It probably helped her to be away from me, hon
estly. I had been under so much stress before that it had to have rubbed off onto her, no matter how much I tried my best to hide it. I was doing this for her, although when I was actually getting it on with Andrei, I forgot about her and the contract. The whole world would just fall away. Or maybe my whole world was becoming centered on the amazing sex we had together.

  But when Andrei left my side, my brain would start to work again. I still would like to know why a mob boss wanted a child so badly, but I wasn’t making any progress on that front. His staff wouldn’t answer my questions, not that I asked many. I couldn’t risk being too nosy and having Andrei find out. I couldn’t risk anything that would get the contract voided. His business was his business, and I had a vested interested in having his child.