Nikolai: Through The Devil's Eyes (Russian Mob Chronicles Book 6)

by Shandi Boyes

  When I return my eyes to Justine’s face, I notice the worry clouding her alluring gaze when I drank in her naked frame has vanished. Nothing but unbridled lust reflects out of her heavy-hooded gaze when she mumbles, “You can never be too prepared.”

  A vein in her neck works overtime when I snag the box of condoms out of the drawer. She watches me with revered silence when I rip open the foil packaging with my teeth before rolling a thin layer of latex down my shaft. Although I had every intention of tasting her no doubt sweet cunt, that will have to wait an hour or two. My cock has been dying for this moment for every minute of every hour the past two days.

  He’s done waiting, and so am I.

  It’s time to make Justine mine.

  “Oh, sweet Jesus,” Justine garbles through a moan when I drag my cock through the folds of her pussy to gather her wetness. “Will that fit?”

  She stops staring at my crotch with wide, panicked eyes when I laugh. “Yes, it will fit.” Her cunt sucks at me when I notch the first inch of my dick inside of her. “Because you’re so fucking wet, I’ll slide straight in.”

  Justine calls out in an erotic moan when I impale her with one quick thrust. She stills, shocked by the unexpected intrusion, but also secretly loving it.

  She’s not the only one stunned. Her cunt is so tight, it strangles my cock as well as her beautiful face stole any sense I had. I never understood how a man could be weakened by a pussy until now. Just the scent of Justine’s cunt lessens my desire for carnage, so you can imagine how minute the craving becomes when surrounded by her heat. I feel like I have the world at my feet. Like nothing will ever slow me down.

  The walls of Justine’s cunt clamp around my cock when I say, “You know this changes everything, right?”

  She doesn’t take a second to contemplate a response, nor does she act daft to the sexual tension ridding the air of oxygen. She answers with a simple “Yes,” before bobbing her head in rhythm to the nub that’s zapping so furiously, its spasms are felt by my groin.

  “Good.” I’d say more if I could, but her tight cunt sucking at my dick is too mind-numbing to conjure words. Furthermore, she knew what I meant by my statement, so why do we need to hash it out while fucking?

  After adjusting the tilt of her hips, I pound into her hard and fast until nothing but pleasure is on her mind. She’s not thinking about her scars, or a man as vile as Vladimir. She’s thinking about nothing but me and how good I make her feel.

  She feels good too.

  Tight.

  Wet.

  So fucking sexy.

  “Fucking perfect. I knew from the moment I laid my eyes on you that you’d feel this good.”

  When I add a flick to my hips, the expression on Justine’s face changes in an instant. It goes from lusty to frantic, like she is moments away from coming. Her knees fall open as the tautness on her face softens.

  I steady the rhythm of my pumps so I can drink it all in. The hue extending from her bouncing chest to her cheeks. My cock pounding into her. Her moans. Her erotic scent. I’m sucking it all in, certain one hit will never be enough.

  Justine’s ball-clenching noises double when I slip my hand to the area where our bodies are conjoined. Her clit is hyped with excitement, throbbing at the very top of the dampness I’m slamming into on repeat.

  When I give it a little pinch, Justine’s moans grip my sack as well as her cunt clutches my dick. “Oh God. Oh God. Oh God.”

  I firm my pinch before rolling the aching bud between my thumb and index finger. “That’s it, Ahren. Let me hear your screams.”

  Pleasure shudders through her when she warns a short time later, “I’m going to come.”

  My dick flexes at the thought of seeing her face in ecstasy again. “Good. Come on my cock. Show me how much you’re enjoying this.”

  My approval relaxes the strain on her face in an instant. She stills for the quickest second before an erotic shake overwhelms every inch of her. I watch her come undone with eagle eyes, my balls tightening when the image of her shuddering beneath me races cum to the crest of my cock.

  It spurts out of my dick in hot raring spurts when the tight walls of Justine’s pussy coerce me to join her on the brink of insanity. The jerks of my cock while dispelling my cum in Justine’s tight little cunt adds to her shudders. She moans on repeat, her shouted chants ensuring my release doesn’t slow me down. I slam into her harder, faster. I pound into her like a manic, only relenting when my hips refuse to piston from exhaustion.

  With Justine’s legs wrapped around my sweaty hips, and my cock still inside of her, I burrow my head into her neck for a quick breather.

  I’ve barely counted her pulse for thirty seconds when her breathing switches from the frantic one of a woman post-climax to one who appears seconds from climbing into bed for a long slumber.

  “Oh no, Ahren.” I inch back before lowering my eyes to Justine’s blissful, yet tired face. “You don’t have time to sleep. I’m not even halfway through with you yet.”

  A squeal pops from her lips when I stand from my knelt position, seize her wrist, then yank her off the couch. After throwing her over my shoulder, I give her backside a playful slap before making a beeline for her bedroom. There’s no time for sleep. Even if Vladimir fell for my ruse, his desire to rule all aspects of my life will eventually see him returning to govern my realm. It could be three hours. It could be three days. A man as unbalanced as Vladimir will never be understood.

  “You caused me almost forty-eight hours of recklessness, Ahren, so shouldn’t your penance run just as long?”

  Stealing Justine’s chance to decipher the unease in my tone, I toss her onto her bed covered with papers, remove and knot my condom before placing it on the bedside table, then crawl up her goosebump-riddled body. When I reach the apex of her thighs, I pry her legs open until her still-clenching slit is a mere inch from my face.

  “Or perhaps eating your greedy cunt until you scream my name will be a more appropriate retribution?”

  She loses the ability to reply for a second time when I slice my tongue through the scent capable of destroying me.

  Just as I predicated, her cunt is the tastiest I’ve ever eaten.

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  “Enough is enough. You’ve had your fun, now it’s time to get back to business.” I don’t know what’s frustrating Vladimir the most. That he’s been left in the dark the past twelve hours, or he’s realized he needs me more than he will ever admit. It could be a combination of them both. “We had a shipment due yesterday afternoon. It never arrived—”

  “Because the distribution company had a nark they needed to take care of. Trey updated you about the delay Wednesday afternoon.”

  “All delays must be justified.”

  “They were. Yury agreed to pay a penalty for the interruption in our schedule, and the crates have been earmarked for immediate approval at customs. They’ll be on the docks early tomorrow morning.”

  My snappy attitude takes a step back when Vladimir mutters, “Is Adrian’s crew ready for the shipment?”

  “No.” I scrub at the stubble on my chin, tracing the tremor there. “We had some issues at Knightsbridge. I sent Adrian and Lia there to sort it out. Abram is handling this one.”

  Vladimir’s grunt reveals he already knew my reply, but he was testing my loyalty.

  He’s always testing my loyalty.

  “I can’t believe Adrian is still with that girl. I thought he would have grown bored of her by now.”

  My back molars smash together from the way he spits out ‘that girl’ when referencing Lia, but I keep a cool, collective head for Justine’s sake. If Vladimir believed Justine was a threat to his realm, we’d be having this conversation in person, not over the phone. His lack of worry proves my ruse is working, and it also verifies that Roman’s hacker ensured Vladimir only saw the footage I wanted him to see from my exchange with Justine before I debugged her apartment.

  Furthermore, I’m not sur
prised Vladimir sees his daughter as the lesser valued commodity in his working relationship with Adrian’s distribution company. Adrian makes him money, so that awards him more respect than his own flesh and blood.

  The tightness of my jaw is heard in my words when I ask, “Is that all?”

  My question stumps him for all of two seconds. “Do what needs to be done, then get back here. We have other matters to take care of.”

  By other matters, he means personal ones that are usually left off the table when discussing business. His demand for me to return to the Popov compound sooner rather than later convinces me his frustration stems from needing me than being denied the opportunity to watch the six-hour-long fuck session Justine and I undertook last night. He hates being in the dark, but that annoyance would never overtake his wish for ultimate supremacy.

  When Vladimir ends our call without a farewell, I dump my cell phone onto a set of drawers in Justine’s room before moving toward the mattress she’s resting on. She murmurs into her pillow when I drag my index finger up the leg peeking out of the bedding, but her eyes remain shut.

  I can’t blame her for being exhausted. I’m usually awake long before the sun, but even I’m dead on my feet this morning. I knew she’d be explosive in the bedroom, but I had no clue it wouldn’t be just her bringing the ammunition to the party.

  My head must not have been in the game until Justine’s pussy was placed up on offer. Usually, sex was about getting my rocks off. Last night was nothing like that. I still came—multiple times—but since it was occurring with Justine, it felt different. It mattered… If that makes any fucking sense?

  I stop reprimanding myself for being a soft cock when a sing-song voice trickles into my ears. “Hey. Everything okay?” Justine’s voice is as groggy as her tired eyes.

  My finger continues its trek up her leg, only stopping when it reaches the tastiest cunt I’ve ever eaten. “Everything is fine… now that you’re awake.” The way her body heats up from my comment could convince a devil into becoming a saint. “Oh, Ahren. I fucking love the way you blush.”

  I push on her hip until she falls onto her back, then I spread her thighs wide. Her clit is already hard and throbbing for me, and her nipples are budded.

  After unbuttoning the fly in my jeans to give my inflated cock some much-needed space, I lower my head until the tip of my nose is an inch from Justine’s delicious smelling cunt. I’m set to devour her like a crazed, hungry man, but my hunger isn’t the only one being announced. Justine’s stomach is grumbling loudly.

  A smug grin stretches across my face when I crawl up Justine’s body until we meet eye to eye. She’s inwardly cursing my unexpected chivalry as much as my cock. “Soon, Ahren. Very soon.” I bite her drooping lip before releasing it with a pop. “Once you’ve fed me, I’ll feast on your tight little cunt as often as you like.”

  The sticky sheets cling to my body when I slip off the mattress before jerking up my chin, demanding for her to follow me to her kitchen. When she attempts to curl the paper-thin cotton around her body, a growl rumbles in my chest.

  Her eyes snap to mine when I snatch the sheet from her hands, bundled it into a messy ball, then toss it into the middle of the bed. When I drag my finger across her collarbone, her breaths shudder as erratically as her thighs. She’s not scared. She turned on from me saying, “I examined every inch of your body last night. There wasn’t a single section I didn’t like, so don’t ever hide it from me, Ahren. Your body when it’s gripped by ecstasy is as telling as your eyes. It shows the confidence you fail to exude.”

  I slant my head to hide my smile when she briefly nods in agreement before slipping her hand into mine to guide me to the kitchen. I’m not laughing at her. It’s from realizing she’s as clever as the devil, just ten times more pretty.

  My plan for us to stay naked for the next thirty-six hours flew out the window when we settled on bacon and egg muffins for brunch yesterday. There’s a fine line between pleasure and pain, but I’d rather my cock be scolded by the heat of Justine’s cunt than blobs of fat sizzling out of a frypan.

  Although annoyed we had to place on some pants, my frustration didn’t linger for long. The past day and a half has flown by in an instant, but I feel like I’ve created enough memories to get me through two lifetimes.

  Even now, while playing boardgames like I’m fucking twelve, there’s a calmness in the air. It could be the quiet before the storm, but it feels more significant than that. Victory is in my grasp, I’m just lost as to if it is a personal victory or a monarchy one.

  Perhaps it is a bit of both?

  My thoughts shift back to the present when Justine places down a five letter word on the overloaded Scrabble board positioned between us. She looks pleased, like she too is set for a mammoth victory.

  I’m not a boardgame-playing, word-loving geek, but I had no hesitation when Justine suggested we play Scrabble. When a game has the word “strip” attached to it, and Justine is playing, you can be assured I’ll there with bells on.

  It was also a good chance to show Justine my cock isn’t my only big muscle. I also have a brain—although I’m hoping she won’t push that fact when I place down my final four tiles onto the Scrabble board.

  It’s the fight of my life to hide my smile when Justine mutters, “That’s not how you spell fuck. F. U. C. K. Not F. V. C. K.”

  “That’s not a V. It's a U.”

  When her eyes narrow even further, I can’t hold back my laughter. She either thinks I have no clue how to spell a word I say regularly, or she’s so desperate to win, nothing will stand in her way.

  I hope it is the latter, because we’re about to face the battle of the century, and she doesn’t even know it yet.

  My laughter floods Justine cheeks with a pink hue, but she’s unwilling to give in since this is a tiebreaker game. “No, it isn’t a U. It’s a V.” She points to the 4 in the top corner of the tile before locking her eyes with mine. “That’s why it’s worth more points.”

  She’s right, but I’m a stubborn bastard who is as desperate to win this game as my cock is to be freed from my jeans. “You lost, Ahren. It’s time to pay your debt. Lose the shirt.”

  Justine yanks back, her mouth falling open. “No way. You cheated. Cheaters don’t prosper.”

  I know for a fact she’s wrong, but when she folds her arms under her chest, hoisting her fantastic tits high into the shirt I’m endeavoring to remove, I’m not up for an argument.

  “Lose the shirt, Ahren. Or I’ll remove it myself.” I won’t hurt her, but she sure as fuck isn’t leaving this living room with her shirt on.

  The survivor I’ve seen in her eyes since day one shines when she murmurs, “I’d like to see you try.”

  When I cock my brow, shocked at her gall, she hightails it to her bedroom. If she’s hoping her mad dash will save her from me like it did my first night here, she’s shit out of luck. I’m on her heels in a matter of seconds, and even quicker than that, I’m endeavoring to yank her shirt over her head.

  Playfulness overtakes my naturally ingrained arrogance when Justine’s giggled squeals reach my ears. I’ve never fooled around like we have today—not even when I was a kid. I recorded my first kill when I was eight, but I was groomed to be a killer years before that, so I didn’t have a childhood. I was born to be a soldier and was recruited to bootcamp the day I took my first step.

  When our scuffle has us careening toward the floor, I outstretch my arm to catch Justine before she hits the deck with a bang. She laughs at my desperateness to save her while also striving to strip her bare, but it doesn’t stop her from rolling over and scampering across the floor on her hand and knees.

  Not even thinking, I hook my legs around her waist, pin her to the ground, then tug her shirt over her head by its collar. I’m exhausted, and my stomach is cramping from holding back my laughter, but I play it cool. “Now that wasn’t so hard, was it?”

  My words have barely left my mouth when Justine cuts them of
f with her tongue. After swallowing down my appreciative growl of her new-found confidence, she duels her tongue with mine. She doesn’t hold anything back when she kisses me. She gives it her all.

  Kissing has never really interested me. More times than not, the personal side of a kiss creates more mess than having a revolving door of women.

  I don’t feel the same way about Justine’s kisses. The strokes of her tongue, and the sexy-ass moans she releases when we kiss make me feel the most powerful I’ve ever felt. Then, when those facts are added to the awareness that every kiss we share makes her dripping wet, you’ve got one lethal combination.

  This woman is dangerous in a way I can’t explain, but will give anything not to lose.

  My cock throbs against my zipper when I pull back from Justine’s embrace. We almost depleted our stash of condoms the past thirty six hours, yet, she still wants more—and so do I.

  “I never understood what Rico meant when he said his wife was his reward for years of misery until you walked into my life. You’re my little slice of heaven in a hot and temperamental place.”

  I could give her a few moments to consider my comment, but I’d rather show her what I mean.

  The pink discs on Justine’s chest draw upward when they’re awarded the heat of my gaze. I stare at her breasts until her nipples stand to attention, then I add my hands and mouth into the mix.

  As I caress, suck, and knead her tits, Justine’s head falls back with a long, throaty moan.

  “That’s it, Ahren. Let me hear you.”

  She weaves her fingers through my hair to teether me to her breasts, her hold only weakening when my lips commence my trek to the scent I’m sucking in like an addict.

  Her knees curve inward when I drag the four-day old stubble on my chin over the silky smooth skin on her stomach, but her hands remain un-balled.

  I love that almost as much as the taste of her skin.