The Russian's Captive (The Captive Series Book 2)

by Steele, C. M.

  Amber had something to tell her husband, but she was going to wait until they finished. He wouldn’t do her like she needed right now, so it would have to wait. Besides, she couldn’t concentrate on anything but him and his touch.

  “You’re mine, and I’m taking what’s mine,” he groaned as he stroked her wetness.

  “You’re a silly, jealous man. Please, just do it already.” She looked at her husband like he was the world, and he felt that way. Luciano pulled off her panties, unleashed his cock, and in mere seconds they were one. It felt like it always did—pure perfection. His mouth met hers as he reclaimed his wife. Luciano pushed hard into her over and over again, driving into her womb and sending her into heated delight.

  “Oh, Luciano,” she purred as she scratched and clawed at her clothed husband. Her hands moved into his silky, black hair, tugging, caressing it.

  “Amore, you feel incredible as always.”

  Luciano fucked her hard. This wasn’t their usual, but he needed to possess her.

  “Dio, I live for this,” he groaned as her walls squeezed his cock tightly. His mouth returned to hers, tasting her lips, nibbling and licking them hungrily.

  Her mouth opened with a sigh of pleasure. Their passion was quick and hard, which was good because they both knew that their family would be waiting downstairs for them. Luciano gripped her long, dark, and beautiful hair, his mouth still on hers as he pounded away using only his hips.

  “Aww…I’m…coming!” Amber cried, squeezing him from within.

  “Fuck, so am I,” Luciano said as he followed his wife over. He rolled over on the bed, taking Amber with him.

  “Dio, Amber. I’m tired. Can’t we just send them home? Let them take Luc, and you and I can stay in bed. All I can think about is being inside you.”

  “When we send them home and put our baby to bed, you can do dirty things to me.”

  “What kind of dirty things?”

  “Whatever you want,” Bianca purred, hoping her husband would forget about the whole Rykov discussion, but she wasn’t that lucky.

  “Baby, you can’t say things like that. I won’t be able to walk downstairs.” He kissed her mouth before he rolled her onto her back. Leaning over her, he asked, “So Amber, tell me about Rykov. What did he act like when you were there?”

  “He was kind, but he wasn’t really paying much attention to me because he was staring at Bianca.”

  Luciano grumbled, “I want to know why he’s back. I’m sure he’s going to be calling in our debt, or he wouldn’t be here.”

  “Debt?”

  “Yes. He saved us, and even though you think he was being generous, he’s still a mobster. You don’t get something for nothing.”

  “Maybe he needs some help.”

  “I’ll be making contact tomorrow.”

  They both tried to hurry and get downstairs. There wasn’t anything to be ashamed about except that they were delaying dinner. Their family members were just joking about the fact that they couldn’t be anywhere without wanting to fuck each other. They were all surprised that they didn’t have another baby by now. It wasn’t for a lack of trying. Luciano couldn’t wait to fill her womb again, but Amber had a sweet secret for her husband tonight.

  †††

  “It was nice of you to join us,” Bianca said with a knowing smile. “Right, little man? I wonder where Mama and Papa went. Hmm?”

  Luciano glared at his sister before telling his son why they were late to dinner. “Mommy and I had to talk about how to get your aunt to be quiet.”

  “I lub anca,” little Luciano said. For a one-and-a-half-year-old, he was brilliant and knew many words, but he couldn’t say Bianca, so he called her, “anca.”

  “I love you too, my little Luci,” Bianca said as she tickled him into a fit of giggles. The little boy smiled and squirmed in his seat, making all the adults around smile. Suddenly there was a commotion at the front door, and playtime was interrupted. In mere seconds, the room was filled with armed men.

  Luciano slid his wife’s chair behind him as she grabbed the baby from his seat.

  “I knew you’d come,” Luciano said as Bianca turned to the lead gunman—her heart crumbling.

  Chapter 3

  “Good evening. If you knew I was coming, I wonder why you didn’t protect your family better,” Nikolai said as he stared Luciano down.

  “I just learned that you ran into my sister and wife just moments ago. I was coming to see you in the morning.”

  “Then you know why I’m here.” Nikolai turned to the head of the family and said, “According to what I have on file, you’re the piece of shit who sent me to hell.” Bianca’s eyes opened wide. It couldn’t be true, she thought.

  “I didn’t do shit. What reason did I have to snitch on you, especially because I didn’t know your real name until after you were arrested?” the older man said as he stood in anger.

  “If you didn’t do it, how come your son expected to see me?”

  “I thought you came to collect on the favor we owe you.”

  “Technically it’s more than just one. My count has it at three, but that shit doesn’t matter. What matters is that I’ve got proof you had a hand in sending me away. What the fuck for, I don’t know, but at this point I don’t give a fuck.”

  “We didn’t have shit to do with it. We had our own problems after the last time we saw you,” Luciano said.

  “That’s the same shit I thought, but see, the thing is—I have this.” Nikolai tossed the file at him and pointed the guns at him.

  Luciano looked around, hoping his men would be busting through the door, but no one was around. “Luciano, don’t look like that. Your men have been taken care of,” Nikolai implied. “I helped you out, and this is how it’s repaid. Well, I’m giving you a chance to make it right.”

  “Chance to make it right? You’re here with your fucking guns and goons aimed at my family. How the fuck am I supposed to believe it?”

  “I have a reputation to uphold. I could’ve put a bullet in your head from the get-go and do in the rest, but I didn’t. That’s all the proof you need that I’m a man of my word. I already did the sit-down thing with you last time we had a problem with each other.”

  “What do you want?” the Don asked.

  “I want you to find out who is setting you up for the fall. I hate fucking traitors, and I know that it’s someone out to get both of us.”

  “Okay. How much time do I have?”

  “That’s just something we’ll have to see.” Nikolai walked up to Bianca with his gun holstered in his waistband.

  “Bianca, such a pleasure to see you again. Now get up,” he commanded.

  “I’m not going anywhere with you, you bastard,” she snapped.

  “You’re not taking my girl anywhere.”

  “Yes, I am. Bianca, get up. I’ll not ask again.”

  She sneered at him, refusing to stand. “You didn’t ask,” she said defiantly.

  Nikolai bent down and whispered in her ear. “Love, you’re the only reason they’re still alive, or rather your pussy is. So get your ass up.” She did as he commanded and hated herself for her wet panties and racing heart.

  Nikolai wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her to him. “Remember—behave yourself.” He needed to get her out fast before he got any harder and he lost his ability to keep a handle on the situation.

  “I’ll keep in touch.” Nikolai didn’t say any more, but just took his spoils and walked out the front door.

  His men followed slowly behind, giving their boss and his captive space. “You’re planning to rape me, aren’t you?” she asked with attitude.

  “Rape? No, sweetheart. I can feel your pulse racing and your body shiver. You want me.”

  “No,” she protested. “I’m shivering out of fear and revulsion.”

  “Is your pussy wet out of fear and revulsion too? I can check—if you’d like,” Nikolai said with a devilish smile.

  “Leave me alone
,” Bianca responded angrily.

  “Never,” Nikolai growled before catching Bianca’s mouth with his. The sparks flew like they both knew they would. The pleasure filled them both as she sighed and gave way to his tongue. His hands wrapped themselves in her hair and around her waist, pulling her against his need for her. Big mistake. He wanted more, and there wasn’t time for it. He pulled away in frustration, knowing he had other shit to do.

  “Keep her in here,” Nikolai ordered Sergei.

  He turned back to his woman and said, “You stay put. Okay?” Bianca, still stunned by the kiss, only gave him a nod.

  He gave her a peck on her lips before looking into her eyes and whispering, “I’ll be right back.”

  He starting walking back to the house when she shouted, “No! Don’t hurt them!”

  He walked back up to Bianca and whispered for her ears only. “I’m not, but I’ve something important to do. Never doubt my word. Behave, baby.” He shook his head and said, “Damn. You’re so unbelievably beautiful.”

  Nikolai walked up to a supposed beat-up Angelo and told him to go in the house in two minutes and play like he just woke up. Angelo did just that.

  “I’m back. Did you miss me?” Nikolai said as he waltzed back into the house with his men in tow.

  “Not this time,” Luciano growled, pointing a hidden gun he had at Rykov.

  “Calm down—you don’t want to do anything stupid,” he said with three of his men pointing back at Luciano. “Now, Amber, take the baby and your mother-in-law in the other room. The men have something to discuss.”

  “I’m not going anywhere,” she hissed at her former hero. Her feelings were hurt that he would want to harm them. She had thought the world of him, but now he was the devil.

  “Amore, please,” Luciano said, knowing that he really wasn’t asking her to go, but sweetly telling her.

  “I love you,” she said before kissing him hard. She looked tearful as she looked at her husband like it would be the last time she said that to him.

  “Don’t worry. I’m not going to kill them. We just need a private discussion. I can’t have Bianca hating me. It wouldn’t be good for our relationship. By the way, Amber, you’ve got a handsome son,” Nikolai said kindly, which made Amber blush before she left the room.

  “Now, what’s this about?” Just as Don Rossi angrily asked, in walked Angelo trying to play injured and confused.

  “What the hell?” he shouted while trying to act like he was innocent. The performance was severely lacking, only pissing Nikolai off further.

  Nikolai turned around and said, “You’re a terrible actor.” Then he put a bullet right in his head. Thankfully he had a silencer, or Bianca might freak. Nikolai’s thoughts had been all on Bianca.

  “What the fuck was that about?” Luciano shouted, but was unable to act with all the guns trained on them.

  “I just saved your asses again, but since I’m keeping Bianca, I guess we can knock one of them off. How the fuck do you think I got in here in the first place?”

  Luciano’s face changed from anger to guilt. “He helped you. Was there anyone else?”

  “Yes, he did. And for a small sum of money, too. He was willing to let me come in here and execute all of you for two hundred thousand. It’s clear you’ve got an enemy out there, but according to this fuck, you don’t have anyone else close to you that’s in on it.”

  “Damn, Amber was right.” Luciano shook his head.

  “What?” Don Rossi asked.

  “She told me before we came down why she didn’t tell me about running into this fuck. She said she didn’t trust Angelo,” Luciano raged in frustration.

  “Smart girl,” Nikolai acknowledged. “Now if you’ll excuse me. I must go,” he insisted.

  “Are you returning my daughter now?” the don queried.

  “Nope,” Nikolai stated clearly, leaving both Rossi men at a loss for words for a moment.

  The Don was the first to gain his tongue. “Why not? There are other ways to return the favors, and you know we didn’t set you up.”

  “No. I don’t know for sure that you didn’t have a hand in it. You still have to prove it. All I know is that it seems fishy to me. Second, she’s all I want, and you’re not going to change my mind. I’m never giving her back. She’s mine,” he said adamantly.

  “She has a fiancé, you know?” Luciano said with grin.

  “Don’t fucking remind me. Are you trying to piss me off?”

  “He’s going to come looking for her, and he comes from another family,” the elder man warned.

  “Don’t give a shit. What part of ‘she’s mine’ didn’t you understand?” Nikolai roared.

  “That’s going to be a problem. There was a deal made,” the Don admitted.

  “You sold your daughter, you sick fuck?” Nikolai thundered.

  “I didn’t. They were already dating, and she agreed to marry and unite the families.”

  “It doesn’t matter. If he’s got a problem with it, I’ll deal with him. Just do what you’re fucking told. Contact me when you’ve got something,” Nikolai said and walked out the house.

  He jumped in the truck to a panicked and zip-tied Bianca. He looked at Sergei with a raised brow, asking for answers.

  Sergei just shrugged as he handed Nikolai a switchblade and said, “She tried to escape. You said to keep her in here, so I had to tie her up.”

  He shook his head with a smile as he cut the ties and said, “Just drive, Sergei.”

  Turning to Bianca, he said, “Hey, baby. Miss me?”

  “Drop dead,” she hissed.

  “I don’t understand why you hate me.” Nikolai sounded perplexed. He’d been fantasizing about her for so long that he’d thought they would be happy together from the start.

  “You don’t understand. You kidnapped me in front of my family. Then threatened to kill them, if I didn’t come with you.”

  “I suppose you have a point, but it doesn’t change anything. You’re still mine.”

  “I’m not yours. I’m engaged to another.”

  Sergei was trying not to listen to their conversation, but he couldn’t help it. He knew that those words were going to infuriate the boss. He knew Nikolai was jealous of her fiancé, and this couldn’t be good.

  Nikolai didn’t know if she was baiting him or if she was actually serious, but either way, he was pissed.

  He grabbed her by the throat, turning her face toward him. His breathing was heavy and harsh as he tried to reel in the jealousy that burned in his gut. Just thinking about them fucking the past six weeks was brutal to him. The fact that Santini had been in her sweet pussy while he considered her his made him want to find Santini and put a bullet in his head.

  “Bianca, if you mention him to me again, I’ll personally slit his throat. You’re mine—it’s best that you accept it.”

  This time his lips were on her in anger, kissing her hard, punishing her for hurting him. Nikolai lifted her onto his lap with his hands on her ass. She tried to resist, but he was too strong and she was too vulnerable to his touch. She melted into his kiss, grinding her pelvis onto him and releasing her years of pent-up passion for him. She moaned as he moved down her slender neck, tasting her flesh, licking her pulse, and sending her into a pit of desire.

  “Mm…” she moaned.

  “Ahh,” she sighed over and over again as Nikolai let her ride him hard. He could feel her shaking and tensing up and immediately pushed her off him. Bianca, angry with herself and at him, started to lash out.

  “You’re a sick fuck, aren’t you?” she hissed.

  “Why—because I got you so hot that your body forgot it hated me?”

  “I hate you.”

  “Yes. You said that already, but baby, there is a thin line between love and hate.”

  “Well, it’s one I won’t be crossing.”

  “We’ll see.” They drove on without speaking, but he took her hand in his and placed it on his hard cock. Bianca flushed and tried
to remove her hand, but Nikolai refused to let her.

  “We’re here.” Nikolai opened the door, stepped out, and turned to get Bianca out, but she sat in the back toward the other end of the car, refusing to get out. Really, he thought.

  “Bianca, don’t play that shit with me. Get the fuck over here.” His voice was menacing enough to scare the shit out of her, and she followed his orders.

  “Now was that so fucking hard?” She ignored him and walked forward, following Sergei into the little house that was surprisingly small. Their drive was fast, but she had been so worked up by Nikolai and his touch that she didn’t pay any attention to where they were going.

  They had just walked through the entranceway when Sergei walked into the kitchen. Bianca liked the house, but to be a bitch to her captor, she said, “Wow, jail has really brought you down from your high horse. This house is small.”

  He grabbed her wrist and turned her around to face him. His expression was plain as day; he was angry. “Bianca, stop trying to piss me off. It’s working, and you’ll be paying for it later.”

  Fear engulfed Bianca at his words. Bianca had no doubt about why he wanted her here—he was planning on screwing her. She hoped that he wasn’t like those guys into chains and whips. She cried when she got a simple cut—like hell she could tolerate intentional abuse.

  Nikolai noticed the change in her expression. She was bitchy at first, but now she looked at him in complete fear. “Bianca, as long as you behave, you don’t have shit to worry about, so stop looking at me so scared.”

  Trying to take away her fear, he bent down and kissed her soft, swollen lips. Their kiss scorched the walls. His body pushed her against the wall, pinning her there before running his hands over her tiny yet curvy body.

  “Mine,” Nikolai moaned as he squeezed her ass. She moaned out at his words of possession, causing him to pull away before he fucked her against the wall. Resting his forehead on hers, he looked down at the woman who had no idea how important she was and whispered, “Bianca, I’d never hurt you.”