by Carly Davis
“Shhh, let me just take care of you.” I purred as I took him in my mouth.
“Fuck baby, more.” His head rolled back pushing me by the back of the neck.
“Gak, gak, gak.” I relaxed my throat allowing him to fuck my face.
“I’ve always wanted you under my desk.” He moaned fisting my hair.
“Mmmm.” I moaned as he thrust his hips.
“You have the lips of an angel.” He grunted as he came down my throat.
He rolled his chair back and grabbed my wrists helping me up. Lifting me up by the waist, he placed me on his desk and pushed me back and spread my thighs. “Now, what are you doing?”
“No talking, kotenok. Let me taste you.” He said looking up to me.
“Fuck yes, papa.” I moaned as he fucked me with his tongue.
I arched my back in ecstasy he entered me.
His thumb pressed against my clit.
Circling me.
Adding more pressure.
Bringing me to the edge.
Then, slowed down to prevent me from coming.
“Daddy, I have to…I need to come. May I come, Papa?”
“Come for me, kitten. Let me taste your sweetness on my tongue.” He moaned against me.
“Oh. My. Fucking. God.” I screamed bucking my hips against his face.
He smiled as he slithered up to my face and kissed my lips. “I’ll have Vladimir take you back up to my room. I want you to be good and rested up for when I return.”
Nikolai
I licked my lips and smiled to myself.
How could something so feisty taste so sweet?
“Boss, it’s done. Now all we have to do is wait for your father to come crawling to you. It wasn’t easy, but he took the bait.” Vladimir explained.
“Good, I want Markus and Luka to take Lydia, Anna, and Irina to the safe house. I don’t want them anywhere near here when the shit goes down. You’re with me.”
“How long do you plan to keep Connor alive?” He asked.
“As long as it takes me to capture my father. They are going to die a slow and torturous death. Together.”
I would torture them together and show them what real pain feels like.
It wouldn’t undo what they’d done, but it sure would feel good to inflict pain on them.
Like they deserved.
Chapter 30
Nikolai
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
The sound of Connor’s blood bleeding from his arms could be heard as he screamed in pain. I loved watching the man who hurt Lydia all her life. He deserved every bit of torture being inflicted on him.
“P-p-please, I’m sorry!” He screamed.
“P-p-please, I’m sorry.” I mocked as he fought to break free.
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
“Is that what Lydia said to you when her innocence was ripped away by you and James? How about this, is that what she said when you let my father touch her? Hmmm, answer the god damn questions!”
“Just end me, put me out of my misery.” He cried out as Luca pressed the blade to his neck.
“You know Luca, don’t you? He’s the one you should be concerned about.” I said icily.
Luca leaned down and whispered in his ear. “Just wait until we show you what we’ve got planned for you. We’ll be expecting a guest later to join you.” He smirked in my direction.
“Mikhail will never quit, not until you and Giovanni are nothing but a rotting corpse. He’s going to kill you and that whore.” Luca took the butt of his gun and connected it to the back of his head.
“Wouldn’t want to kill him before the guest of honor arrived, right?” He smiled placing the knife back on the tray.
“Where’s Giovanni? Shouldn’t he be here by now?” I frowned looking down at my watch.
He shook his head and narrowed his eyes. “Fuck, I hope he didn’t do what I think he did.”
“And what is that?”
“I told him not to go after him alone, but you know how stubborn he is.” He reached in his pocket dialing his number. “Giovanni, where are you?!”
Fucking hell, Giovanni.
You stubborn fucking old man.
“He’s not picking up.” He growled in frustration.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” I hissed as I ran my hand through my hair.
“Lucien,” Luca barked into the phone. “Get over to the fucking club and search for Giovanni. And son…take Alec with you. Just get over there, he’s not picking up.”
I felt my phone vibrate giving me hope it was Giovanni, but it wasn’t. It was just Vladimir alerting me they were safe and sound. At least the women were safe. “That was Vladimir, he was letting me know that all was good on their end.”
“I have a feeling that my father is at my club. Let’s go.” I put my phone in my pocket and grabbed a gun tucking it in my inside jacket pocket.
I scanned the club and in the VIP section I saw him. I clenched my fists as I watched him grin to me and lifted his glass to me winking. He had no fucking idea who he was dealing with. I wasn’t the scared little boy he beat when he was angry. I was his worst nightmare dressed in a fucking suit. I would be the last face he seen right before he took his last breath. Sending him into a black pit where his body would rot in hell.
“Son, Luca,” He put his arm around two blondes and leaned back. “I am so glad you joined me. I see you got my message.”
“Where the hell is Giovanni?” I asked through clenched teeth.
“Giovanni, hmmm? I believe he’s playing his part. An eye for an eye. You have Connor and I have Giovanni. So, when I get him back, I’ll give you Giovanni back…maybe he’ll be alive, maybe he won’t.”
He waved a man, most likely one of his henchmen. “You know Vince, right?”
“If you even think of hurting him, I’ll fucking kill you.” I seethed.
“Now Nikolai, me and Vince have come to an agreement. He plays his part and I’ll let his family go. You wouldn’t want to be the reason his wife and kids lose him, no?”
“I’m. Going. To. Kill. You.” I reached in my pocket and drew my gun.
“Carlos, get Vince on his knees. Show them what happens to people who cross me.”
“On your knees.” He shoved him down pressing the knife to his throat.
“I’m sorry Nikolai…I’m so fucking sorry. Tell my family I love them.” He gulped as I watched the scene play out.
I’ve never felt so weak before in my life.
Powerless.
At the moment, at least
“Shoot them, he was lying about Giovanni. He’s safe.” He mouthed to me.
Luca and I aimed our gun at them and pulled the trigger. Luca hit Carlos in the forehead while I made sure to get my father in the arm. Just enough to injure him, not kill him. No, my father was going to suffer right alongside with Connor. Carlos fell back collapsing to the floor making Vince to let profanities holding his neck. “Call Lucien and tell them Giovanni is safe.”
“You missed.” He laughed.
“Actually, I didn’t. Just give it a moment to let the toxins hit you.” I smiled watching him grow weaker.
My father was captured and so was Connor.
Now it’s time to finish this game and laid to rest.
“How did you know he was okay?” I asked.
“Overheard them speaking in Spanish. They didn’t think I could understand them.” He said.
The hard part is finally over. I have the fucker in my basement and I'll make him pay for what he did to her. I wince as Lydia hugs me suddenly remembering the cut on my forearm. I don’t even recall getting cut. When the fuck did that happen? Pulling me to my bedroom, she looks at me worried. I wince as she takes my jacket and shirt off.
She whispers, "Your hurt. Let me help you."
I sit down as she retrieves the first aid kit. Taking out the wipe she dabs the cut making me wince even more then she blows on it. The bl
eeding has stopped and it’s not deep enough for stitches so she wraps my arm in gauze.
Bringing me close to her she struggles with her words, "I was so worried about you, but you came back to us."
"I will always come back to you. I got him and he is going to suffer just like he did to you."
I hate to leave her but I've got to take care of business. By business, I mean making sure this fucker dies a slow and painful death. I kiss her forehead and she informed me she's going to take a nap. She looks so tired. This pregnancy is really taking a toll on her. I can hear her soft snores as I'm leaving the room.
Time to take care of this fucker once and for all. I round the corner heading downstairs to the basement I meet Luka and two of my best torture men. I look to Ivan still passed out. He is handcuffed to the chair by his arms and feet. Pathetic fucker. I take the bucket of ice water and dump it over his head making him instantly come to life.
Gritting his teeth, he spits in my face, "Lydia's pussy was so good and tight."
Cracking my knuckles, I look to Luka and nod for him to bring my torture tools. He comes back with them and places them on the table. Hmm. Which one to choose? I pick up the cutting tool and twirl it in the air. This is going to be so much fun. I've been itching to draw some blood.
I look at the devil and smirk at him, "Don't worry. I'll make sure Lydia has her turn torturing you. My queen requested it and who am I to deny her. That's for another night. I'll make sure you suffer a long time."
Luka
What did the name Anna Vasiliev mean to me?
It meant a lot of things to me.
Sister of Nikolai Vasiliev, notorious Russian mob boss.
He also happened to be my best friend, too.
She also meant other things also.
Temptation.
Off limits.
Tease.
‘The Princess.’
My job.
And last, but definitely not least, my Babygirl.
She was defiant and bratty, but that’s one thing I like about her the most. I’ve always felt a connection with her, but never in a sexual way. Not until she turned seventeen. I’ve never looked at her once before her birthday.
“She’s off limits to you.” Nikolai’s warning rang in my head.
I slid my sunglasses off pocketing them in my pocket as I stepped in her room. Anna’s brunette curls bounced as she danced around the room. I clenched my jaw when I took notice of what she was wearing. The green satin dress clung to her body and was much too short for her to be wearing. The front of it was no better revealing too much skin. Seeing her in that dress was making it hard for me to breathe as I hardened under my zipper.
Fuck.
Think of anything else besides how you want to do bad things to your best friend’s sister.
“Luka, won’t you come dance with me?” She purred swaying her hips provocatively.
Off fucking limits.
“Anna,” I tightened my jaw as she ran her hands down her neck and over her breasts. “Go change. Now!”
She frowned tugging at the hem of the flimsy material. “You don’t like my new dress?”
“No.” Fuck yes, and that was the problem.
Off fucking limits.
“I’m not changing, you can’t make me.” She crossed her arms over her chest making her disobedience affect me. I was hard as fucking steel.
“Christ Anna, go change before I spank your ass for not listening. Nikolai would kill me if he seen you in that.” He would also kill me for having a hard dick by looking at her.
“But Lydia got for me on my birthday.” She puckered out her bottom lip pouting like a child who didn’t get a toy.
“I don’t give a shit if God got you that dress for you, you’re not wearing it. Go. Fucking. Change.”
“Fine, you’re such a fuddy duddy.”
“A what?”
“A fuddy duddy, stick in the mud, a grumpy old fart.”
Where does she come up with this shit?
“Luka, I need you to help me. I can’t reach the zipper.” She sang from the bathroom.
Fuck my life.
This girl was killing me.
My cock throbbed painfully against my slacks as I looked at her through the mirror. I took the metal between my finger and thumb sucking in a deep breath. In my mind, I’d only dreamed of doing this for the past two weeks.
Two torturous weeks.
Fourteen days of agony.
I leaned down next to her ear and whispered. “Babygirl, don’t test me or next time I won’t hesitate to bend you over my knee and spank you. I’ll be right back with your clothes.”
I stepped back as she gasped and widened her chocolate orbs. She was making it so hard to walk away.
Pulling me in with her eyes.
Tempting me with her body.
I had to get out of here before I did something stupid.
Like spin her around and kiss her.
Or worse…touch her.
Dominate her.
In forbidden parts of her body.
Places I’ve only fantasized about in my sleep.
Fuck you, dick.
Fuck you.
Get out of there, Luka.
Just walk away.
I rummaged through her closet until I found a crème-colored dress. It was long enough to my liking and didn’t show too much skin. I pulled it from the hanger and sighed as I made my way back to the bathroom.
“Anna, I’ve got your clothes.” I knocked.
She opened the door in nothing but her bra and panties making me silently curse to myself. Speak of the devil and he shall call.
I just can’t get a break today.
“Anna,” I hissed clenching the dress in my fists. “Just put the damn dress on.”
If Nikolai or anybody else walked through that door, I was a dead man. I could already see the headlines or newsfeed on Facebook. Nikolai Vasiliev’s right-hand man murdered because he crossed the line with his sister.
“Luka, why don’t you want to look at me?” She asked stepping forward.
“Hurry up and put your clothes on before someone walks in and gets the wrong idea.” I hissed slamming the door.
Chapter 31
Lydia
"He's never touching you again. You said you wanted to confront him and make him suffer. You don't have to be afraid. My men and I will be with you. Trust me, he's not going anywhere. Tonight, you will take your revenge, moya koroleva."
His words melt my heart.
His queen.
I am his queen.
He is my king.
Taking his hands with my hands shaking, I sit up and look at him. I am ready for this. To end this horrid man. I want to see him suffer just like he did to me. I want to see him slowly break the way he broke me, and I want to watch as he takes his last breath before we send him to hell where he belongs.
"Moy korol', I'm ready to end the bastard right now. I want to watch him die."
He leads me to the basement where Luka and his couple trusted men are. They bow their heads in respect to me, even Luka bows to me. I look into the eyes of the monster. He's missing several fingers and his eyes are swollen from the blows he's received. Good. I'm glad he's hurting. His nose is broken and has cuts all over his body. He finally acknowledged my presence and winces as he looks up at me. I scrunch my nose in disgust as he looks at me in lust. He smiles at me knowing I'm disgusted.
"Look who it is, the whore with the sweetest pussy."
Red is all I see. I take the jagged edged knife off the table and he looks at me in fear. My body is shaking but this time it’s not fear. Its anger coursing through my body. I walk towards him and I position the knife at his crotch.
He croaks out and begs for his life, "Don't do this...please stop."
I laugh in his face and raise the knife above him and plunge the jagged knife into his dick.
"Funny thing you say that. Isn't that what I said? Seems the tables have turned. I hop
e your hurting and breaking just like you did to me."
Nikolai looks at me with wide eyes as I say those words and I pull the knife out and repeat. Repeat. Repeat. I'm about to plunge the knife again when Nik catches my wrist and gently takes the knife from me. His men and Luka are looking at me in fear.
Connor is screaming in pain as the blood soaks the crotch of his pants. Nik tries to pull me away and I take his gun from him aiming it at Connor. His men stand to attention and Nik motions for them to stand down.
