My stomach twists. I place my hand over my mouth to muffle my scream. Turning toward the apartment, I run inside. Quickly, I make my way into the bedroom and hurriedly pull on panties and a bra. Then, I go in search of clothing. There is a light blue dress hanging and as fast as I can, I yank it on over my head, then slip into a pair of shoes.
I don’t bother looking at my face in the mirror, or my hair. I have one mission and one mission only. To get to Sergei. The Byki is waiting by the front door next to a frazzled Panya by the time I make it to their sides. He flanks me, then opens the door and four more men surround us.
By the time we make it to the street, I have eight men total around my body. I don’t mind, they make me feel a bit more at ease, but not as relaxed as just Sergei makes me feel all by himself. I’m shuffled into the backseat of a black car, Panya joins me and within seconds the car lurches out into traffic.
My hands are in my lap and I can’t stop from twisting my fingers together. I don’t know what to do, how to help, or even how to behave. The sun catches my diamond covered wrists and I fight back the tears that threaten to fall.
Memories of just an hour ago flood my head. He was so happy, smiling even, as he placed these on my wrists. Will he ever hold me in those hands again? Will he ever rasp my name? Order me to crawl for him? Spank me? Flog me? Fill me? My heart starts to race with the thought of losing him—forever. I cannot go on without him at my side. I lived a whole life without him and I was miserable every waking moment.
I’m finally happy.
Looking out the window as the city passes me by, I cry. I will get all of my tears out right now. When the car stops, I will stop. I will be strong for him. But right now, I need to be weak for myself, for just a minute or two.
SERGEI
Poison.
Ilya has stepped up his game.
I groan, leaning back in the hospital bed. I will be fine, fluids flow through me and I’m slowly becoming more alert. Looking around the room, I close my eyes and let out a breath. “Raisa is on her way,” Nikolai’s voice booms.
Cracking one eye open, I look over at him. “Fuck,” I hiss. I already know Raisa is going to be a fucking mess, I know I would be. I think we’ve been through enough, and this could send her over the edge.
“I have eyes on Ilya. He needs to be taken down, and fuck this waiting bullshit,” Niko growls.
Opening both of my eyes, I look over at my man. He isn’t wrong. In fact, he’s right. One hundred percent. Clearing my throat, I lift my chin. “Give the job to Zeno,” I offer.
Nikolai shakes his head, his eyes wide as he regards me. “Are you fucking crazy, he’s not ready,” he hisses.
“He’s going to be a Torpedo. He’s going to be a fucking Pakhan one day. He’s old enough for his first kill. If he’s going to be Bratva, he needs to earn it,” I shrug.
“We don’t know if he’s trustworthy yet, Sergei.”
Lifting my hand, I run my fingers through my hair, tugging it slightly. “He needs to get his feet wet. It’s time, Niko. Have Vladimir spot him,” I suggest.
He shakes his head, letting out a sigh but doesn’t argue with me further. He could try, but it would do no good. I’ve already made myself clear. Zeno will take out Ilya as a way to show devotion and loyalty to the Bratva. Ilya may think he has me by the balls, but he can fuck himself. I refuse to be silent, to take his bullshit attempts at murder.
“Sergei,” Raisa’s high pitch voice calls from the doorway.
Turning my head, I give her a smile. My eyes shift from her to Niko. “Go issue that order, yeah?” I ask him.
He looks from Raisa to me, then smirks. “Yeah, boss.” I watch him walk out of the room and once the door clicks closed Rasia’s feet hurry toward me. Without regard to much, she climbs onto the bed and plasters herself to my front. Her face buries in my neck and I feel her hot wet tears against my skin.
“Krasotka, I am fine,” I offer in a hushed tone.
She lifts her head, looking into my eyes and sighs. “I know. I promised myself I would not cry but seeing you like this. Tell me, Sergei, what is happening?”
I shouldn’t tell her. I should tell her not to worry about it and ignore any more questions she asks. I should, but I can’t. Raisa needs to know. Not that I think anything else will happen, because it won’t. By the end of tomorrow, hopefully, more like today, he will be gone.
“Ilya Deripaska.” She frowns, looking adorably confused so I continue. “Zakhar’s grandfather seemed fine with my ending his grandson’s life until it happened. He has tried to kill me twice. He will not attempt a third time, krasotka, so there is nothing for you to worry over.”
Raisa’s eyes narrow and I’m disappointed when she scrambles off of the bed. I enjoyed feeling her light weight pressing against my body. Her diamonds shimmer in the light of the dreary hospital room, and I can’t help but smirk. She’s indeed dripping in my diamonds. I need to take her home and make good on my promise of fucking her in them. My cock aches just thinking about all the things I want to do to her.
“This is the second time he tried to kill you? What was the first? Yesterday when you came home all unkempt?” she demands.
She sounds like a Domme, her voice clear, demanding, and angry. Strong women have never been my cup of tea, not ever. However, Raisa showing some dominance is downright sexy. I’m not sure how far I would let her go with this attitude, but I don’t dislike it right now.
My cock twitches and I smirk, my cock likes this side of her as well. It’s cute. Reaching out, I wrap my fingers around her forearm and tug her against the side of the bed. Her ass lands next to me and she makes a harrumph sound when it does.
“It is part of the job, Raisa. A hazard you know already. Do not act as if you think I’m perfectly safe every time I walk out the door. You know firsthand that we aren’t even safe inside our doors, let alone outside.” Sliding my hand up her arm, I shift it to her back and continue until my fingers are wrapped around the back of her neck.
Pulling her face and torso down, I press my lips against hers, brushing them slightly with a light kiss but leave them touching her own. “I’m scared,” she whimpers.
I kiss her, hard, bruising her lips and then nipping them roughly. “Do not be,” I growl as I tug her face away from mine, keeping my fingers around her neck. “This will be done, we will go back to the country estate and it will all be fine,” I announce.
She looks at me, her eyes disbelieving, and I hate it. I hate every fucking second of it. I should have never told her. I should have never let her in. If she were still locked in the cage beneath my bed receiving visits from me, then she wouldn’t know a fucking thing. She wouldn’t be looking at me the way she is now, she wouldn’t be frightened.
“I don’t ever want to lose you, Sergei,” she breathes.
Her words make my heart pound. My fingers flex, tightening again against her neck. “You will not, Raisa. At least, not anytime soon,” I growl.
Raisa gives me a sad smile and I shake my head. I want to spank her ass right here for having doubt in me. I don’t. She isn’t wrong. I’ve almost died twice in two days. It’s a fucking record for me. Before this, there hadn’t been an attempt in years.
The door opens, and I watch as the doctor walks in. When he sees Raisa, his face turns red. It fucking should, he should be thanking his stars he’s still fucking breathing at this point. I release Raisa’s neck and she straightens her back. Moving my hand, I wrap it around her hip to keep her from moving away from me.
“You were poisoned with fentanyl. It was put somewhere you touched. I’ve already notified Nikolai who said he would have a crew clean your car, and everywhere you had been. Since he isn’t suffering any effects, he’s sure it wasn’t at the training facility. Fentanyl can be poisonous to the touch and take up to an hour to take effect,” he explains.
Raisa gasps, and I watch as she lifts her hand to cover her mouth. I squeeze her hip with my fingers. “Luckily,” the doctor cont
inues. “You weren’t exposed to it for very long, and honestly, probably not that strong of a dosage.”
“When can I go home?” I grunt.
He lifts his chin. “Tomorrow, Sergei. I would like to keep you under observation for the evening.”
I grunt and lift my hand to give him a wave. He doesn’t stay, and I watch as he walks away. “All night, fuck that,” I growl.
“Sergei, you will stay here all night,” she grinds out.
Looking up to her, Raisa’s eyes are narrow little slits, her mouth is pressed together, and she is trying hard to look like a little badass. It’s too fucking cute, I smile, and she shakes her head. There is a knock at the door and it ruins our sweet moment. I don’t release her hip as I call out for whoever it is to enter.
Panya walks in, Nikolai at her back. Panya frowns but she doesn’t say anything, wisely. “It’s taken care of, boss. It will be handled by morning,” Niko announces.
“Thanks,” I mutter.
Panya looks from Raisa to me, then lifts her lips in a smile. “You are okay Mr. Orlov?” she asks.
“I am fine, my friend,” I admit.
“You are in good hands, I will see you at home, tomorrow?” she asks, lifting a brow.
I nod, watching her turn around. “Take the Byki with you, Panya,” I call out.
She turns to me, her lips still twitched up into a smile. “Yes, sir.” I watch her go, knowing she’s strong enough and smart enough not to need the extra protection, but she is still mine to keep safe. That is exactly what I’ll do, and a Byki will make me feel better if nothing else.
“Niko?” He lifts his head, his eyes almost laughing as he looks from Raisa to me. “Go home to your pregnant wife. Send me updates,” I instruct.
“Yes, sir,” he grins.
We are left alone. Looking up at Raisa I give her a grin. “Sergei,” she breathes.
“Lock that door unless you want an audience, which I don’t mind, krasotka,” I shrug.
Wordlessly, she stands, walking over to the door and I watch as she locks it. With her back to me, I watch as she strips out of her clothes. Only when she’s naked does she turn around to look at me. Draped in my diamonds, I curse the fact that her ring is at home. I want to give it to her right now. I want her to know that she’s my queen.
My one and only queen.
Once she’s at my side, she tugs the sheet down to reveal my naked body. My cock springs straight up and she bites her bottom lip. Climbing onto the bed, she straddles my thighs and leans over, her eyes on mine as she sticks her tongue out and licks the entire underside of my cock.
“Take it all, Raisa. You know I do not play,” I growl.
Her eyes practically sparkle when she speaks. “You do play, Sergei.” She doesn’t say anything else and the only thing I can do is groan when she takes all of my cock down her sweet throat. Her eyes are focused on mine as she swallows around me with her throat which causes my hips to buck.
Lifting my hand, I tangle it in her hair and lift her from my cock, then tug her back down, over and over until I’m on the edge. Before I blow, I lift her up one last time.
“How wet is your cunt?”
Raisa places her fingers between her legs then lifts her hand up between us. I can see her fingers are shining with her wetness. “Taste it,” I growl.
She wraps her lips around her fingers and I watch as she tastes herself. Her eyes slide closed and she lets out a sigh before she removes her fingers from her mouth. It’s sexy, she’s sexy, and I wonder how I’ve gone this long in my life without her by my side.
Wrapping my hands around her waist, I line up my cock with her pussy and I guide her down. Holding her still, I surge inside of her from the bed. Bending my legs at the knee, I place my feet flat against the hospital bed and I fuck her.
I hold her still, lifting my hips, pounding into her from the bed. She leans over slightly, giving me access to one of her tits. Lifting my head, I don’t stop fucking her when I suck her nipple in my mouth, biting hard against her skin.
“Sergei,” she cries as her head flies back.
I can feel her pussy flutter around me, she’s so fucking close. Shifting my hands to her ass, I grab ahold of her cheeks and spread her apart as I continue to fuck her. She whimpers one more time and then she lets out a sob as her pussy contracts around me.
I growl against her tit, biting harder and assuredly leaving a beautiful mark of my teeth against her skin. Then I pull her down, stretching her with my cock before I groan and fill her with my cum.
Releasing her breast, I lay my head back against the pillow, my cock twitching inside of her as I take in her sweaty body above my own. Her breast is red already and I can see the impression my teeth have left behind. Her blue eyes meet mine and she looks, relaxed, sated, and blissful.
“Sleep, Raisa,” I coo as she lowers against my chest. She burrows her face against my neck and lets out a sigh. She does as I’ve ordered, my krasotka falls asleep. In a hospital bed, with my cock buried inside of her, my slave falls asleep. Safe. Sated. Happy.
My phone buzzes next to me, and I pick it up. There is a picture that’s been sent so I swipe over to look at it. Raisa is asleep on my chest, my cock still buried inside of her. I can’t describe how the moment feels. Regular vanilla sex hasn’t ever appealed to me, I know that what we have most would not see as vanilla, however, this moment was as vanilla as I’ve ever been, and I liked it. I like everything when it comes to Raisa.
The photograph that pops up on my screen causes me to grin. It’s Ilya. Face up with a pool of blood beneath his head, and a small dot in the middle of his forehead. I quickly delete it. Then respond to Nikolai.
GOOD. SEE YOU TOMORROW AT MY HOME FOR AN UPDATE.
My phone buzzes just seconds later with his response.
NIKO: YES SIR.
I smile. Happy knowing that Ilya is dead. Holding Raisa a bit closer, I inhale her scent and close my eyes.
CHAPTER THIRTY
RAISA
I pace the apartment. Sergei says we’re leaving today, going back to the country estate and I’m not only nervous, I’m excited. Going back there will be the break I need from the anxiety that has been flowing through me night and day since coming here. I don’t like this apartment, I don’t like the city.
However, I’m not sure I want things to go back to exactly the way they were before. I enjoy having my freedoms around this apartment, the balcony, the availability to roam and soak up the sun when it decides to peek out for the day.
“You make me nervous, just watching you,” Sergei chuckles from the bedroom entrance.
Stopping in my spot, I turn to him. I open my mouth a couple of times before snapping my lips shut. I don’t know how to talk to him, not about this. Not about my status as his slave, not about freedoms or desires. I am here to please him, but our relationship seems to have shifted at the same time. I don’t have a clear image of where I stand or complete instructions on what is expected.
I feel very, unsettled.
There is a noise in the living room, and Sergei lifts his finger to his mouth. I take a step back, to run, hide—somewhere. I’m unable to, what seems like seconds later Sergei is being dragged away by two men in uniform, and another two men rush into the room. Their big hands clamp around my biceps and they pick me up, carrying me into the living room.
“You want to get your hands off of my woman?” Sergei calmly asks.
The guard to my right barks out a laugh. “We’ll all be taking turns with her when you’re hauled the fuck out of here. Get a good look at us, old man. We will be using her like the fucking playground her body is,” he chuckles.
Sergei’s eyes turn to stone. I’ve never seen the cold, heartless, Bratva king that he could be, not until this very moment. He is very much a king, too. “Not wise to taunt me, boy,” he says, his voice deep and gravelly.
The man opens his mouth, but another officer talks over him. Shutting his partner up, as he should. I have a feelin
g if they even loosened their grip on Sergei a little, he would have them swallowing their own teeth and spitting up blood in less than thirty seconds.
“It’s been brought to our attention that you could have had something to do with Ilya Deripaska’s untimely death,” he says.
Sergei shifts his gaze to the man speaking to him. He looks almost bored, completely emotionless and I wish I knew how he does that. I only know how to go to my safe place, but he can flip his expressions in seconds. It’s awe-inspiring.
“I was in the hospital, released just this morning, when did poor Ilya pass?” he asks.
The policeman next to me growls, but the one speaking to Sergei stays calm and collected. “He was murdered in cold blood yesterday late afternoon,” he explains.
“How terrible. I can understand how concerning this is,” Sergei says, sounding almost remorseful for the man’s death. “Someone tried to poison me yesterday morning. I spent the entire day and evening under observation,” he states.
“You ordered it,” the man next to me shouts.
The calm officer shoots him a glare and grinds his teeth together, releasing his grip on Sergei. I watch as he takes his phone out, after asking Sergei a few mumbled questions, which he gladly answers. Then he walks away on his phone and comes back only seconds later.
“Doctors, nurses, and patient records show that Mr. Orlov and his companion were in the hospital all day, and evening,” he grinds out.
One officer releases my arm, but the angry one keeps his grip firm on me. “He ordered it,” he repeats.
“Deripaska, he didn’t. Your uncle was a very well-known man, we may never know,” the calm officer murmurs. “Release the poor girl,” he gently orders.
I almost feel bad, but when his fingers tighten and dig into my skin before he finally lets me go, I lose all sympathy. “I’ll get my turn with you, watch your fucking back,” he growls.
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