by Kenya Wright
She let out a long breath and walked off.
Chapter 21
Misha
When we got to the limo, I told Maxwell and Naveen to check out Taya’s condo and prepare a plan. Everything had to be precise when kidnapping Leonid’s younger sister. Due to my killing his brother, she would be heavily guarded.
Ava refused to speak to me in the limo. I knew it wasn’t anger, but fear. She thought joining the fight would make things better. Clearly, she felt out of control.
I eyed her. “Are you really not going to talk to me the whole ride?”
“Find a better way I can help besides standing next to Circuit like a helpless idiot.”
“Can you shoot a gun?”
She blinked. “I can figure it out—”
“No.”
She sighed.
“I want you safe. Get over it.”
She crossed her arms over her chest and looked out the other window.
“Your continued silence is only going to make things worse for you.”
She turned back to me. “What does that mean?”
“When we get home, I’m going to remind you of who is the boss.”
She snorted and went back to the other window.
“You’ll see.” My cock grew hard from the thoughts that came to my mind.
Ava remained quiet for the rest of the ride. And I swam in those visions of dominating her.
Don’t say anything now. That’s fine. Later, you’ll be saying a whole lot.
When we made it back home, Circuit had news on Paris. I waved him away and took Ava back to the bedroom. With my life on a timer, I sought as much pleasure as I could. Plus, my sweet ballerina needed to be taught a valuable lesson.
I opened the door and let her in. She entered. I shut the door behind us, took my jacket off, and slung it on the floor. She walked off.
I caught her and pressed her against the door. “Still not talking to me?”
She scowled.
“I bet I can get you to make noise.”
She moved away.
I captured her, brought that lovely body back, and pressed my mouth against hers. A moan escaped her lips.
I slid my hands down her body, gripped her ass, and squeezed.
She tried to pull away, but my tongue stopped the movements. Another moan left her mouth. Dragging her away from the door, we stumbled toward the bed.
“This isn’t over,” she whimpered.
“It is.” I lifted her by her ass. “I don’t tell you how to dance and you don’t tell me how to solve problems in my world.”
“I do if it can get you killed.”
We fell to the bed. I made sure I hit the mattress first. Then I rolled us.
She shrieked and tried to get up. “Wait. Tell me what the Xecutioners said.”
I shoved her back down and yanked open the front of my pants. “First, tell me about my cock.”
“Misha.” She frowned and lay on her back. “This isn’t a joke.”
“No?” I rose above Ava and swallowed her next response with a kiss. When I finished the kiss, I growled. “Take off your pants.”
She began to open her mouth.
I glared at her. “Quiet and take this cock.”
She widened her eyes. Slowly, she undid her pants and slipped them off. Her voice was a whisper. “This isn’t going to solve anything.”
“It will.”
“I love you and I’m scared that something will happen to you.”
“I know.” My cock was swollen, hungry, and tired of this conversation. “Finish undressing.”
Those pants were close to off. Unfortunately, her suit jacket was still on. Too bad I had no time to take it off. Suddenly, I had to be deep inside of her.
Still, she tried to speak logic to me. “I want to make sure we can have a long life together.”
“We will, and part of making that happen is trusting me.”
She kicked off her pants. “You’re in this mess because of me.”
“Enough.” I reached between us with one hand and wrenched her panties to the side. “Tell me who is the boss?”
“Really, Misha?”
“It is a valid question.” I slipped my finger inside of her.
Moaning, she arched up. “Wait. . .we’re. . .talking.”
“We’re not.” I toyed with her clit. “You’re getting punished for the silent treatment in the limo. I told you I would make you pay for that.”
Giving up, she grabbed my cock, caressing and tugging at my length.
I lowered down to her and brushed my lips against her mouth. “Move your hands.”
“Why?” She gave me a wicked smirk. “Am I in control when I do?”
With my free hand, I captured those devilish fingers, raised her hands above her head, and pinned her wrists to the bed.
“You’re not being fair.” She twisted her body under me. Sparks of desire drummed down to my cock.
I growled. “Stop moving.”
“Fuck me.”
“I should tie you in place.”
She opened her mouth in shock and remained still.
“You think you can demand things when you're in trouble?” I kissed her hard until she whimpered under my lips. Then I returned to fingering her pussy. That bewitching slit between her thighs was hot and swollen with need. I slid my finger along the folds and drew my name with her juices. Then, I lifted my finger and tasted it.
Watching me, she bit her lip. Her hips jerked upward slightly as if craving me to taste more.
I rose from the bed, grabbed her small body, and flipped her over.
She gasped.
“Spread your legs wider.”
She did. “After this, we talk about—”
I smacked her ass and loved the way it jiggled in front of me. “After this, we talk about nothing. You’re going to take this cock, tell me I’m the boss, and then go to sleep.”
With her round ass in the air, she glanced back at me. “Oh really? You’re putting me to sleep now?”
I guided my cock to her warm, wet center. “If you’re not snoring by the time I cum, then I haven’t done my job.”
She had no words as I circled her pussy’s opening with the mushroomed tip of my cock.
“Who’s the boss, Ava?” I thrust an inch into her. “Hmmm?”
She grabbed the sheet next to her.
“Aww.” I pushed in another inch. “You like it when I punish you? Answer me.”
Her voice was a soft whisper. “A little.”
“Hmmm.” I smacked her ass. It and her pussy jiggled around my cock. And then I shoved my whole length into her.
“Ah!” She dug her fingers into the sheets.
Her pussy squeezed my cock tight. Just when I thought I would be dominating her, for a second I believed she might put me to bed. But then I gained control, pumping into her like a wild beast in desperate need to breed. I adored the tiny twitches of her body, the twisting muscles in her arms as she held onto the bed. I could have watched her take my cock forever, and never thought that I’d wasted one second of my life.
Pulling my cock out, I leaned down and let the length slip against her luscious slick opening. When I lowered and spoke in her ear, my breathing was ragged, “Are you getting sleepy?”
She shivered under me. “Misha, stop playing.”
“Aww. I see. You think this is a game?” I rose and thrust back into her.
“Oh!” She gasped. Her pussy caressed my length, inciting me to stab her with rough plunging strokes.
Fuck. Why does she always feel so good?
“Misha!” Ava’s voice brought me back to disciplining my ballerina. “Oh, Misha.”
I paused and kept myself deep inside of her. “Is that who’s the boss?”
“Damn it! Stop playing, Misha.”
“Who is it?”
Groaning, she rocked back on my cock. I held her hips and wouldn’t let her move her pussy down another inch.
“Who’s th
e boss, Ava?”
“You are.”
My body throbbed with the answer. I tenderly grabbed the back of her head and fisting her hair. And then I slammed hard into that pussy, letting her know exactly how I felt about that answer.
I gritted my teeth. “You’re lucky you feel so damn good or I would make you beg for it.”
“Oh!”
I pulled out.
She whimpered, “Misha, I said you’re the boss. Stop playing with me.”
I flipped Ava onto her back and slammed back into her, sinking deep inside of her. Those eyes watched me in shock as I pounded into her pussy. And I kept that gaze, loving the stunned look in her eyes and the pleasure slowly sinking it away.
“Oh my god,” she muttered as she continued to watch me.
My cock throbbed inside of her. I slowed down my rhythm. Her pussy was so good that I was getting close to spilling cum all inside of her.
“Who’s the boss?”
“Misha.”
“Damn, I love it when you say my name.” Slowly pumping into her, I kissed my way down her neck and wrenched the suit jacket away. Her small breasts bounced free. I lowered and captured the stiff nipple, sucking and licking.
“Ah!” That pussy soaked my length.
I rocked inside of her. “You’re close? Aren’t you?”
“Yes.”
“Hmmm. But you don’t look sleepy.”
“Oh. . .don’t worry about—”
I pulled out all the way and then surged back into her pussy. “No. I want to put you to sleep.”
“Oh, Misha.” She raised her hips and moved with my rhythm. Seconds later, she dug her nails into my back and ground into me like a madwoman.
“Yes. Cum all over this cock, Ava.”
“Oh!”
I fucked her some more. “Yes.”
We climaxed together, groaning in unison. She screamed. Waves of pleasure rippled through my body. Hot semen spurted from my cock.
After we both finished, I yearned to fall on top of her and pass out. But a promise was a promise.
I yanked my softening cock out and studied it. Her arousal coated every inch. I looked back at Ava. Her chest rose and fell.
“Are you sleepy yet?”
She caught her breath. “I’m—”
“Nope. You wouldn’t be talking if you were tired.” I dove for her opened legs and lowered my mouth between her thighs.
“Misha?!”
“Shhh.” I kissed the wet puffy lips of her pussy. She trembled against me. I grinned, knowing I had Ava right where I needed her. I ran my tongue between those lips and twirled it around her clit.
“Oh my God.” Her thighs shivered. She dug her fingers into my hair. “No. . .it’s too sensitive.”
“Is it?” I sucked on her clit.
Stirring under me, she groaned in pleasure.
I lapped at her pussy, relishing in the taste of her. My cock went back to erect. I planned to ram it back into Ava once I made her cum from my mouth.
“Oh shit!” She squirmed under me.
I held her in place and wrote my name on her clit with my tongue, capitalizing each letter.
I roared, “Say my name!”
“Misha.”
“Who’s the boss?”
“Misha!”
Twenty minutes later, after more licking and fucking, Ava snored next to me. She’d had her hair in a nice bun for the meeting. Now her hair was splayed all over the pillow and some strands stuck to the side of her face. The black jacket was still half on. And sweat coated her whole body.
Smiling, I watched my gorgeous ballerina.
Don’t worry, my love. Now that I finally have you, I won’t get myself killed.
My phone rang. I hurried to grab it so that Ava wouldn’t wake.
I picked it up. “Yes?”
A man’s deep voice spoke. It had an accent that I couldn’t catch. “Mosquito.”
Yawning, I rose from the bed. “Who is this?”
“You shut down the power in my country, but do not know my voice?”
Someone from Japan. No wonder I didn’t get the accent.
He continued, “You helped my enemies take something precious from me. Therefore, I will help your enemies take something precious from you.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Japanese mythology is a collection of traditional stories and folktales. Their purpose is to teach moral truths.”
Is this Kenji—the Dragon?
“Moral truths?” Pain hit my temples. “Do you intend to give me a lesson in moral truths?”
“Not at all. I just wonder if you have ever heard the story of the Mosquito and the Dragon?”
“I have not.”
“That is because none exist. If a foolish mosquito were to ever make war with a dragon, the tiny creature would be dead in seconds.”
The phone call ended. Annoyed, I stared at the device, wishing I could charge into it and grasp onto the Dragon’s neck.
I knew that helping the Xecutioners could make an enemy with the Dragon. The only problem is if he thinks the whole Brotherhood is against him too. I don’t need to give Kazimir more problems.
I headed back to bed, but the phone rang again.
This time I checked the screen and relaxed. “Give me some good news.”
Naveen spoke. “We’ve got a problem.”
“Of course we do.” I gripped the phone hard. “What is it?”
“Leonid took his sister underground. She hasn’t been to class in three days. Maxwell and I broke into her apartment. All her clothes and personal items are gone. She definitely packed and disappeared.”
“So, he anticipated my next move.”
“Leonid knows that it’s only a matter of time before the Xecutioners finish out their contract. What’s next, Misha?”
“We fight the Xecutioners.”
Naveen sighed. “We can take them. Of that, I have no doubt. My only problem is will you still be alive afterward.”
“That would be my goal.”
“We have to think of something else. One never goes to war unless their guaranteed they could win. A 50/50 chance of survival doesn’t sit right with me.”
“Me either. But for now. . .come home. We will need our rest.”
Shutting off the phone, I walked over to the bookshelf and sat down by the small table, that displayed all my 3D chess boards. Exhaustion poured over me. All this time I’d been fighting for Ava and me to stay alive. And still, I had the matter of Kaz’s nukes playing in the background, far off in Paris. Not to mention, I would still need to hold some sort of funeral for my father for all those mourning him.
And also there’s my little girl. To deal with Valentina, I’ll need no other distractions.
I studied the 3D chessboard. I’d commissioned an Italian artist to create this. It took him over 4,500 hours to design and handmake the chessboard and pieces.
My father thought it was silly to spend half a million on a game. I disagreed. Through the years my playing this board helped me strategize life in the most beneficial moments.
In some ways, these boards helped me get Ava. The first night I saw her, I immediately came here to play 3D chess, wondering the best moves to take to make her mine.
Instead of running around with my head cut off, I should have been sitting here playing this game.
Sometimes the best moves in war arose from sitting down in deep thought.
How do I fix all of my problems?
I leaned back in my chair and stared at the elegant boards.
Legendary German chess master Lionel Kieseritzky created the classic three-dimensional design in 1851. It was the largest chest board in existence. There were eight layers and each was a standard 8×8 chessboard. This presented 512 spaces for players to battle on and was considered one of the largest chess boards in existence. Many believed the game reflected modern warfare where enemies could attack from the air and the sea.
Leonid knew my n
ext move. How can I change the game?
I moved all the pieces from each board and set everything up correctly. Ava and Circuit constantly practiced with them. But tonight, I would need the boards’ help.
When Kieseritzky came up with 3D chess, many were confused. It took German inventor Ferdinand Maack to refine the idea in 1907. His game added two pawns for each player and a special piece called the unicorn.
I picked up the piece. The unicorn was carved from silver and the horn was gold. In the game, the unicorn did triagonal moves, like a bishop, but up and down between boards.
I thought back to what Hiro had said earlier today.
“You should hope so. The problem is that we are not individuals. We are a large group. If we die and the contract remains, then others come. We’re actually the nice ones.”
“How is that?”
“Because we’re easier to see as a threat. Other Xecutioners are not this obvious. Some can be women or children. You would constantly be looking over your shoulder, never knowing who is a friend or enemy.”
I slipped my finger along the unicorn’s horn and considered the Dragon’s words.
“You helped my enemies take something precious from me. Therefore, I will help your enemies take something precious from you.”
When I shut off Japan’s grid, the Xecutioners went into the Dragon’s compound and took women and children out. Freeing them was enough for the Xecutioners to get rid of Ava’s contract. This meant those women and children were important to the Xecutioners as a whole.
They were other Xecutioners. Somehow the Dragon had imprisoned them. Perhaps, holding them helped keep him safe from a contract.
That information was an essential piece to the board. Once I helped the Xecutioners, that made Hiro give me a clue to staying alive. He had also talked a lot about the measure of one’s soul. Loyalty and brotherhood were important to him.
Hiro doesn’t like Leonid. That would be obvious. Leonid is mad that his pedophile ballerina raping grandfather is dead. Odds are Hiro couldn’t care less about the Turgenev family.
I twisted the unicorn between my two fingers.
I need my own unicorn. Something that can protect my king and queen, but also take out my enemies.
Taking the unicorn with me, I rose, left my bedroom, went to Circuit’s room, and knocked on his door. “It’s me.”
“Finally!” Circuit yelled back. Instantly, the door slid open. Circuit stood on the other side completely naked.
