by Kenya Wright
I pouted. “Misha, I’ve just walked through tunnels and secret stairs and hidden lairs. Fuck me!”
He grinned.
“Now!”
He stopped playing with my pussy, raised his hand to his face, and licked the finger. “I may consider it.”
“Boy, I’m not playing with you.” I placed my hands on his pants and unzipped them.
“Boy?”
“You heard me.”
He moved my hands. In the next movement, I didn’t see his cock, but I felt it, right as he thrust hard into me.
“Oh.” Pleasure assaulted my body.
“Always in a rush.” He moved his cock in and out with precision. So thick and long. I drowned in him. In the rhythm. In the thrusts. In the strokes. My body twisted into ecstasy. Like I said earlier, sex with him was more explosive than dancing. Nothing could compare.
He kept me pinned against the wall, pumping that big, fat cock into my pussy. My breasts jiggled. My dress tore some more.
Fucking me hard, he bounced me on his thick cock. “Boy?”
“Oh, I’m sorry.” I moaned. “Man.”
“What?”
“Man!” My body shuddered. “Oh.”
“Ava.” Then his mouth was back on mine, searing my soul.
“You’re all I want in this life,” he whispered as I came close to orgasming. “Don’t ever end us.”
“Never.” My breathing picked up.
Darkness rode his groan. “Only me?”
“No.”
He stopped fucking me, held me mid-air, and pierced me with a murderous gaze. “Only me, Ava?”
“No, Misha.” Sweat beaded along my forehead. My body trembled. “Only us.”
He thrust back into me. “You think that was cute?”
I giggled.
“And now you think I’m funny.” He pumped harder into me, rocking my body.
“Oh. Oh.”
“But you’re right. Only us.”
Delirious, I rode the brink of release, whispering back, “Only us.”
I trembled in hot desire. I swam in it. The heart-pounding thrill of it. The over-the-top detonating arousal. I held onto his shoulders. My heartbeats increased, pounding in my chest. My body tightened. Cries of ecstasy broke from my lips.
“Misha!” My orgasm shattered my senses.
He grunted in response, slowing his strokes down and shoving deeper into me. My release continued. I held him even tighter, unable to do anything else as my hips moved out of control.
“Ava!” He came hard, hot jets of cum shot inside of me. We never took the time to open the condoms. The sexual tension had been too much.
He slammed hard into me.
So hard, I swore the wall shook and vibrated against my back.
This man is mine. I don’t care how dangerous he is. I don’t care who his cousin is or what his family does. . .he’s all mine. No one else can have him.
Minutes later, we both lay naked on the bed.
Dinner and our party were all forgotten. It was just us alone, somewhere underground in St Petersburg. Away from all. Silence filled the elegant space.
He lay on his back. I rested on him and moved my fingers along the huge tattoo on his muscular chest.
The intricately designed ink formed a large holy cross. Unlike the ones that I’d seen in a church, a binary code lay within the grooves of this cross. 010101. Over and over the pattern of zeros and ones repeated in the immaculate cross.
“This is an amazing night.” I drew a circle around the top of the cross.
“Do you ever want to come back here?”
“Yes. I love it here.” I lifted my head and directed my view to him. “This place reminds me of you.”
He had his eyes closed. “How?”
“You’re one person on the outside. CEO. Millionaire. High-tech guru. However, that’s only what people walking by would understand.”
“I don’t let many people in.”
“Like the club, the person needs a special code.”
“Or to be the most talented ballerina in the world.”
“Maybe. But the more I get to know you, the more I find myself exploring secret corridors and sliding away walls to reveal hidden stairs leading to underground pleasures. Your many men inside of one person. You’re like a Russian tea doll with other wooden dolls of decreasing size placed one inside another.”
Misha opened his eyes and gazed at me. “Does that scare you?”
“A few weeks ago, it might have.”
“And now?”
“I know you care about me. I understand that. . .you’ll always be there to protect me. I’m no longer afraid of opening you up and meeting the other Mishas inside.”
“I will protect you.”
“I know.” I let out a long breath. “But are you safe? Are you out of danger?”
He smirked. “Yes.”
“Is that a lie?”
“Your idea of out of danger is different from mine.”
“How?”
“Danger to me is a man in front of me, holding a gun and ready to shoot. Right now, there’s only a spellbindingly beautiful woman naked and laying on top of me. How could I ever think I was in danger?”
“Misha, you know damn well what I’m asking.”
“I do, but then you’re talking about the possibility of danger.”
“That’s still danger.”
“No, Ava. That’s just enemies in the shadows.”
“Which is terrifying.”
“To you, but my father was Igor Stronz. Even when he was young, they called him the Old Fox. They said he was tricky since he started walking.” Misha’s expression shifted to sadness. “And he was the sort of man that had many enemies. Just from being his son, I inherited those enemies.”
It was hard to process how he must’ve felt as a kid, growing up with such a man.
“I’m also Kazimir’s unofficial cousin, yet deeper than any blood relative could be.”
“You have his enemies too?”
“If anyone wants to get to him, they could try to get to me. And if anyone went after him, I would fight them.”
Fear filled me.
“So, when you ask if I’m out of danger, all I could do is say yes. In this moment, it is just you and me. In the end, all that matters is this moment.”
“And what about those wealthy families here in St Petersburg?”
“I do not fear them. The only thing that terrifies me is losing you.”
“You would never lose me.”
“Then, why would I think I’m in danger of anything. With you, I would survive a thousand enemies.”
“Misha.”
He wrapped his arms around me. “Never worry about the future. It’s unpredictable and unknown. Focus on this moment. Concentrate on our pleasure.”
I formed my lips into a weak smile. “I wish I could protect you.”
“You are. Right now. Your spending time with me is making me stronger than I’ve ever been.”
Before I could speak, he flipped me onto my back and consumed me. Just when I thought we were resting, he brought my body back to excitement. He was inside of me in seconds. And my pussy was so wet for him. His strokes. His pumps. His hard thrusts removed all of my anxiety.
Misha was right.
How could I stress about the future with all the pleasure enveloping around us? How could I wonder about some threat far away when we made love underground? How could I think of anything else when this seductive man fucked me until my voice grew hoarse, my bun sweated out, and my limbs went sore?
Chapter 7
Misha
Hours later, Ava and I returned to the white room.
Oh. They definitely partied without us.
The white room could no longer be called that. I didn’t know how, but somebody’s green sequined dress hung from one of the white chandeliers. I couldn’t find its naked owner and no one appeared too worried about it. A woman slept in one corner. I was fairly s
ure she didn’t come with us. In another corner, three ballerinas made out on the floor. On the right, another set of ballerinas balanced bottles on their heads. Ava’s guards handed each other several rubles as if betting on which ballerina would drop the bottle. As soon as they exchanged the money, they watched the ballerinas balance the bottles in pure fascination.
The other wall remained open. Ballerinas and some of my men went back and forth, dancing and drinking. Meanwhile, waiters twisted and turned around people standing and dancing. They did their best to clean up all the food and spilled wine on the table and floor.
O-kay.
Two of my men drunkenly arm-wrestled on one side of the long crocodile covered table.
Oh, dear.
At the other side, Maxwell sat in a chair while a red-headed ballerina rode him. One couldn’t simply tell what was going on among the rambunctious partying and craziness everywhere. But Maxwell’s face held ecstasy and the ballerina moved differently from the song’s beat playing in the speakers.
They’re definitely fucking.
Ava covered her mouth. “I’m glad everybody went on without us.”
“Oh yes. That is one way to think of this.”
“Are you going to have to pay for all of this craziness? If so, I’m so sorry. I can’t believe it.”
“No.” I grinned. “Trust me. Kazimir and my parties are much worse. And if you add Valentina, then the waitresses are usually cleaning up blood.”
She stared at me in shock. “Are you joking?”
“I wish I was.” I guided her around the table.
A strangled hyena noise rose above the song.
Dear God. Must I always hear him orgasm?
I frowned. “Maxwell just came. We can leave now.”
“He came. . .like. . .?”
“Yes.”
“Do I want to know how you know that?”
“You don’t.” I glanced back at my buddy.
The redhead hopped off Maxwell and adjusted her dress. Stumbling our way, Ava caught her before she bumped into the wall.
“Isabella, are you okay?” Ava helped her stand.
“Yes.” Isabella giggled. “I just never had such a big dick before. It made me lose my balance.”
“Oh.” Ava looked stunned.
“Do you know where the bathroom is?”
I pointed in the opposite direction. Pretty drunk, she walked the other way.
“Wait.” Ava hurried after her. “I’ll go with you.”
Ava turned her around. Seconds later, they headed off in the correct direction.
I walked over to Maxwell.
He zipped up his pants and shook his head. “You’ve got to get me out of here, man.”
“What’s wrong?”
“These ballerinas party like rock stars. They smoked me out.” He adjusted his shirt as he stood. “And I never knew I would say this but. . .”
“What?”
“I’m fucking exhausted.”
“Awesome. It’s time for us to go anyway.”
“Yo.” He scanned the space.
“What?”
“Do you have any idea how many ballerinas I fucked tonight?”
“Two or three?”
“I don’t know.” A sad expression covered his face. “I was actually asking you if you knew. It’s been more than one. Perhaps you counted for me?”
“Next time, I’ll be sure to tally it up.” I chuckled. “Come on. Let’s get everyone. You know the motto?”
“What’s that?”
“No ballerina left behind.”
Yawning, Maxwell rubbed his head and helped me gather our rambunctious group.
It took us an hour to round up all of our crew. I didn’t like the idea of leaving any drunken ballerinas among the wealthy men of the club. Ava helped Maxwell and I collect each one. My guards picked up a few of the sleeping ballerinas and carried them out to the limos.
When we walked out of the club, the sun hung high in the sky.
“Holy shit, man.” Maxwell squinted. “We partied all night long.”
“We did.” I checked my watch. “It’s close to lunch.”
“Fuck.” Maxwell shook his head. “We missed the plane.”
“Well, the plane wouldn’t leave without us, but yes, we’re off schedule.”
“The Big Bear is going to be pissed.”
Annoyance hit me. “Yes. He will.”
We piled the limos and left. Unfortunately, Ava had the idea to split up. She wanted to personally make sure each ballerina made it their apartments. Gathering them up had been a task. It was like putting seven puppies in a line. As soon as you got to the fourth puppy, the first would wander off. Her guard Yefim followed her instructions and helped her get everyone under control.
I didn’t want to leave Ava, but I had my schedule to keep.
After we kissed, I climbed into my limo with Maxwell and a few of my men.
“Up. Up. And away.” Maxwell waved goodbye.
Ava shook her head and waved back.
My window rose.
I watched Yefim and Ava go off with her guards. “Hmmm.”
Maxwell followed the direction I was checking. “What’s up, man?”
“What do you think about the guard next to Ava?”
“Yefim?”
I snapped my attention to him. “How do you know his name?”
“When you disappeared into the wall with Ava, the man stood there in a guard stance like a dragon or some shit was coming to attack us. I asked him his name and told him to get a drink and chill.”
“Did he relax?”
“Barely.”
I looked back at Yefim as he opened the limo door for Ava.
“You’re not feeling Yefim?”
I scowled. “I guess I’m not. . .feeling him.”
“Why not?” Maxwell shrugged. “I could kill Yefim for you. Keep it on the down-low. What did he do?”
“She smiled at him.”
“What?” Maxwell chuckled. “Man, I thought that motherfucker was disrespectful. You Russian dudes be going crazy over sistas.”
“I can be rather possessive.”
“I’m not killing that dude because Ava smiled at him. Shit. If anything, she gets more respect for smiling. That motherfucker looks scary as hell. Like a beast or something. Forget about Yefim.”
We’ll see.
In the back of my limo, I yawned and pulled out my phone.
Twelve missed calls showed on my screen.
Maxwell laid out on the seat across from me. “What’s the plan? Paris or some other emergency?”
“We’ll see.” I dialed my first guy who was still in St Peterburg.
He answered on the second ring. “Sir, we have eyes on Akiva and a set schedule. He went to play tennis. He’s due to be back in his apartment in an hour.”
“How many men are with him?”
“Five.”
“Solntsevskaya?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Have twenty of our people inside Akiva’s place. I’ll be there soon.”
“Okay, sir.”
Maxwell scratched his head and yawned again. “We’re not going home?”
“No. We’re going to kill someone really quick.”
“And then shower and sleep?”
“That’s the goal.” I dialed Naveen.
Maxwell closed his eyes. “Cool. As long as we get a good shower in. I smell like drunk ballerina pussy.”
I laughed.
Answering before the first ring could end, Naveen growled into the phone. “You’re not here.”
“Have I told you how smart you are?”
“At least you’re in a good mood.”
“How can you tell?”
“Lately, there’s been a growl to your words.”
“I had a good night.”
“Awesome, because you’re going to have a bad day.”
I shut my eyes. “Give it to me.”
“Kazimir’s nuclear co
des are with the Corsican.”
My balls clenched. My blood pressure rose. Silence filled the line. I knew Naveen was giving me time to come back from the threat of a possible heart attack.
Naveen broke the silence. “There is some good news.”
I spoke through clenched teeth. “Don’t you think the good news would have been better to say, then the fact that the perfumed pansies have access to Kazimir’s babies?”
“No, because the good news is related to the bad.”
I barked into the phone. “How could it be related?”
“I don’t think Jean-Pierre knows he has the codes.”
I tensed.
“Feeling better?”
“Explain?”
“First, the Devil and I tracked the codes to that stupid restaurant Jean-Pierre’s cousin started. Shalimar’s.”
“Yeah. I remember. Long ago, Kazimir and I talked to them there. Get to the codes.”
“Once we were about to enter the restaurant, we no longer saw the girl. It was just the guy they call the Comedian.”
“Rafael.”
“It’s hard to remember their names.”
“Not for me, I always picture their names when I think about killing them.”
“Rafael had the codes last night. Then this morning, Jean-Pierre and his lover left.”
“And?”
“The codes were with them.”
“Where did he take the codes?”
“To a perfume shop.”
“What?”
“Then he left her in the perfume shop to go to the Russian bathhouse to talk to Kazimir. But what’s crazy is that—”
“Wait a minute!” I held my free hand up, not sure why. I put the hand down and focused on my breaths. “Why. . .did. . .Jean-Pierre talk to Kazimir?”
“We believe it’s unrelated.”
“Unrelated!”
“Look. This all sounds crazy, but the codes were in the perfume shop when Jean-Pierre left to go to the bathhouse. Meanwhile, all the cousins went with Jean-Pierre to Kazimir in the bathhouse too. I snuck in the bathhouse. The Devil and his crew remained outside.”
“What did you hear?”
“Lots of posturing and back and forth. Jean-Pierre doesn’t like that Kazimir is in Paris. Kazimir doesn’t care.”
“And no mention of the codes?”
“None.”
I ran my fingers through my hair. “You’re right. Jean-Pierre doesn’t know what he has.”
“The whole time the codes remained in the perfume shop. You know why?”
