Savage Vendetta (Fire & Vice Book 4)

by Nikita Slater

  Jane screamed and begged him. “Vlad, please, oh my…fucking…god…please, please…”

  “Fuck, Jane,” he growled, arching his head back and stiffening above her. He closed his eyes. Jane stared up at him with wide eyes and watched in wonder as he came with a harsh growl. Her own body continued to pulse with satisfaction.

  Vlad’s eyes flickered open and he stared down at her, his dark eyes devouring her vulnerable, naked body as though he owned every inch of her. She felt the heat of semen flooding her channel.

  “Come with me, Jane,” he said in a low voice and flicked his thumb over her clit before thrusting into her sated body one more time. The rough pad of his thumb over her slick, sensitive nub hurtled her back over the edge of another intense orgasm. With a gasp and a moan Jane tossed her head against the pillow, her pussy gripping his cock and forcing every last drop from him.

  Finally, after several long moments, Vlad pulled out of Jane’s tired body and slid down onto the bed beside her. Jane was completely exhausted. She had spent the night in an underground bunker while still recovering from gunshot wounds, kamikaze fought with her captor and then “kissed and made up.”

  Jane closed her eyes and snuggled into the pillow while reaching blindly for the fluffy quilt that had been displaced during their acrobatic session. Jane felt it glide over her body and settle against her. Vlad rolled against her beneath the covers and provided her with another layer of warmth.

  “Jane?” he said, smoothing the hair against her temple and kissing her. “You are more than I hoped for.”

  Jane tilted her head and smiled secretly into the pillow. She wiggled her shoulders and said with a yawn, “Vlad?”

  “Yes, beautiful?”

  “If you ever lock me in that underground torture chamber again, I’ll cut off your balls with rusty garden shears and feed them to the Doberman guard dogs I’m going to buy for that exact purpose.”

  CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

  Jane woke suddenly, disoriented and wondering why her chest felt so heavy. She realized right away it was the buzzing of her phone that woken her and that Vlad's arm lay across her chest, pinning her to the mattress. In the past week she had found out he was a light sleeper. Not wanting to wake him, she edged her arm out from under the covers and reached for her phone on the bedside table. She was a little surprised Vlad hadn't also woken to the buzzing sound. He must be tired, having to split his attention between his criminal empire and his new toy, she thought cynically. She depressed the button on her smartphone and read the message.

  The rat is in the cage.

  Jane smiled at the melodramatic, old-school copper language Des was using, but excitement filled her. She had to tell herself to breath calmly or she would wake Vlad. She was more than ready to confront the man who shot her in cold blood. She could kiss Desiree for setting it up for her. Now all she had to do was get out of Vlad's fortress without her constant tail.

  "Why are you awake?" Vlad asked in a heavily accented, grumpy voice. "It is early yet."

  Jane jumped a little and slid her phone under her pillow before turning under his arm and snuggling into his side. Jane's resistance to Vlad had melted away with every touch. She tried to tell herself she was making the wrong choice by falling under the heat of his sexual spell, but she couldn't bring herself to regret it. He was a powerful man who knew how to make Jane come alive.

  Vlad turned over and caged her in his arms. His flexed bicep cushioned her head and reminded her of the coiled strength within. "Who is on the phone?" he asked, pressing his lips into the skin beneath her ear and sending a cascade of sensations down her neck.

  Jane shivered and said quickly, "No one. It’s just an update reminder."

  "Let me see," he said, reaching across her to slide his hand under her pillow.

  Jane knew what would happen if Vlad saw the message. He would demand to know what she was up to if he didn’t figure out right away that the ‘rat’ was her attacker. She would have to lie to him again and Vlad almost always knew when she wasn't being truthful.

  Jane shoved his arm away from the pillow and hooking a leg around his hip rolled on top of him. Surprised Vlad rolled on to his back, his hands coming down on her hips. Her nightshirt had ridden up nearly to her waist. Taking advantage of the situation, she shifted her hips until the soft folds of her bare vagina were flush against him, cushioning his rapidly hardening cock. Vlad flexed his fingers into her waist forcing her down harder against him with a groan.

  “You are a witch,” he growled at her, spreading his long fingers around her hips and forcing her to ride his length by sliding her over him.

  She grinned, braced her hands against his stomach and let her head fall back. “Why am I a witch?” she gasped, loving the feel of his rigid cock sliding against her, teasing every tender inch of her slick pussy without entering her.

  “After last night you should be too exhausted to want to play with me this morning,” he said, reaching up to strip the nightshirt from her body. She let out a gasp of pleasure when his finger found her nipple ring. He seemed to love that particular piece of jewelry on her, never wasting an opportunity to lavish it with attention.

  “Ohhh Vlad,” she moaned, undulating on top of him in a sensual display, “Are you too old to keep up with a much younger woman, baby?”

  She almost laughed out loud when she felt him go rigid beneath her. If there was one thing she had learned about her tough, virile lover, it was to never question his abilities in any area of his life. She completely and hopefully expected the reaction she got, finding herself very quickly upside down over his lap with his large hand heating her bottom playfully. Jane gasped and squirmed in his lap.

  “Too old?” he growled. “I will show you who is too old, woman. You will beg me to stop before I consider showing you mercy.”

  With Vlad’s guidance, Jane had discovered early on in their sexual relationship that she enjoyed a little pain with her pleasure. Thus she frequently took the opportunity to goad him into some kind of disciplinary retaliation. He had tried to explain to her the delights of her taking on the role of an actual submissive so she wouldn’t have to purposely provoke him, but she had laughed and told him if he wanted a servant he could go cozy up to Boris. Which got her the spanking of a lifetime.

  “Bring it on, old man,” she yelped, in between spanks. “I can fuck circles around you!”

  Vlad pulled her upright, so her back was flush against his chest and swept her straight black hair away from her neck. He dropped his head into the curve of her shoulder and inhaled. She noticed he seemed to enjoy doing that at every opportunity, whether he was seating her at the dining table or plunging his cock into her willing body. He ran his tongue across her skin, tasting her before nipping at the skin of her shoulder, drawing the delicate skin into his mouth and marking it. She noticed he also liked to do that. Leave his mark on her.

  Without warning he brought his hand up to her neck and gripped her from behind, shoving her forward into the bedding. Jane fell with a gasp, catching herself before she could land on her face. She held herself up on her hands, but he continued to use his grip to push her until she was resting on her forearms with her ass up. She moaned and squirmed, imagining what would come next.

  “Vlad…” she said breathlessly.

  She both loved and hated how he insisted on dominating her at every turn. She savoured every orgasm, flying into sexual ecstasy with him, but she also worried about never knowing what was coming next. He constantly held her in suspense. Torturing her body in the most delicious ways he could imagine.

  His hand came down hard on her upraised ass in warning when she tried to move away from him. She yelped and jumped, but held still. Heat spread across her ass cheek morphing into pleasurable tingles. He slapped each cheek a few more times until she held herself completely still under his ministrations.

  “Good girl,” he murmured from behind her, smoothing her hot flesh.

  Jane buried her flushed face into the
bedding and continued to hold still for him. She nearly jumped out of her skin when she felt his rough wet tongue slide over the super-sensitized flesh of her exposed vagina. He licked her from clit to ass in one long swipe. She quivered and moaned helplessly, her body slipping closer to the orgasm he was driving her relentlessly toward. He focused on her begging clit, drawing it from its hood and lavishing it with the attention it clearly craved. Jane was nearly leaping out of her skin by the time he released her.

  “Please, Vlad, please, please…” she begged him when he leaned away from her.

  “Please what, my pet?” he asked huskily, sliding his fingers lazily through her soaking folds.

  Normally Jane would have taken exception to his choice of words, but she was in no shape at the moment. She pleaded with him, “Please, finish, Vlad! Let me come! I’m dying!”

  “I’m not sure if you deserve to come Jane, you tease and lie to me. You withhold information and you are a very stubborn woman. It took you seven months to come to my bed,” he said the last part in disgust.

  Jane would have laughed if she were capable of amusement at that moment. “I’m sorry!” she moaned restlessly, wiggling her hips.

  Vlad brought his hand down on her ass heavily, making her jump, and then eased his long finger through her folds and flicked her clit. Jane nearly screamed at the intense stimulation. “I don’t believe you are sorry,” he said, kneeling behind her and gripping her narrow hips in his powerful hands, “but I won’t wait for you now that you are mine. And, Jane?”

  “Yes Vlad?” she gasped, looking back at him through the disheveled spikes of her hair.

  “Never forget, you are mine,” he said, pushing full length into her slick pussy in one long thrust. Jane gritted her teeth and moaned, pushing back against him, taking the pain and pleasure of his brutal entry into her small body. She began orgasming almost immediately. He had prepared her body to the point that she was ready to leap over the edge of orgasm with his first thrust.

  He pushed her upper body further into the bedding and spread her legs wider apart, opening her up to him even further. Jane relaxed into the bed allowing him full control over her body, knowing she didn’t have a choice and would enjoy the ride no matter what. He wrung several more orgasms out of her as he rode her from behind, showing her with ruthless, relentless determination that he was most definitely not too old to keep up with his younger woman.

  As Vlad had predicted, it was Jane that finally begged for mercy, moaning for him to ‘just come already!’ He had given in to her demand and with a few final thrusts, followed her into the orgasmic oblivion he’d condemned her to. They had collapsed together, Vlad landing on top of her, crushing her into the mattress for a moment before rolling to her side.

  "It won't work," Vlad said after several minutes of lying on his back with one arm flung over his forehead.

  "What won't work?" Jane asked breathlessly, sprawled out naked at his side.

  He rolled until he was on top of her, caging her between the pillars of his arms. His piercing eyes held hers, searching her sex clouded gaze intently. "You won't distract me. I want to see your phone, now."

  "It's nothing Vlad, please just leave it," she said, instinctively reaching under the pillow for her phone. His hand gripped her fist and forced it out from under the pillow with the phone clutched tightly inside.

  He pried her fingers open and made short work of opening the device and entering her password. She didn't even ask how he knew it. He probably had her phone decoded and transcribed months ago. Which was impressive considering not even the police department had that capability. He wouldn't let her have that one little bit of privacy. After reading the text message he dropped the phone on the pillow beside her head.

  "Tell me," he demanded, using his soft dangerous voice that probably made grown men pee themselves in eagerness to tell the Boss what he wanted to know. He held her chin and forced her to look at him.

  "No," she replied defiantly, feeling at a definite disadvantage underneath his powerful frame. "It's none of your business."

  "At least you do not lie this time," he said, understanding she wouldn't give him anything. Life would probably be so much easier for him if he could just torture her like he would anyone else that denied him the information he wanted. Jane bit her tongue so she wouldn’t say something that might annoy him further and have him reconsider the torture idea. She was well aware she was getting off easier than anyone else on the planet would where he was concerned, except for his younger sister.

  He continued to stare down at her, tension radiating off of him. Jane wondered if perhaps her grace period was up. Then, miraculously he rolled off of her and strode toward the washroom, heedless of his gorgeous naked body on display. Jane rolled to her side and eyed the ripples of lean muscles and beautifully inked tattoos that also decorated his back and thighs as he walked.

  “You are confined to the house today, Jane.” Which, to her astonishment, was all he said on the matter of her phone message.

  CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

  It was a simple trick. Jane used her connection with Claudia Cantore to send Boris running from the house. She 'let' him overhear a fake conversation between herself and the blond woman about Laney being in trouble at the club. Even though Jane had set him up, she was shocked at how fast the man had run to rescue the little Asian woman. He was going to be pissed when he found Laney to be safe and sound and in zero need of his intervention. Sometimes being a PI really paid off. She’d learned about Boris’ unrequited feelings for Laney ages ago and had been waiting months to use that piece of gossip to her advantage.

  Several minutes after Boris had left, Vlad exited his office to head into the city for his meeting. She tossed him a cold look when he suggested she might miss him. He laughed and kissed her hard enough on the mouth that she gasped and her lips tingled from the pressure. Vlad did like to make an impression.

  "Where is Boris?" he asked.

  Jane's heart sped up and she dropped her eyes. "He's checking in with the men or something and then he's going to meet me in the office. He promised to let me pick his brains about a few of his connections in the city to see if they might connect to one of my cases." She was finding it difficult to lie to Vlad. She was glad he was busy checking an incoming message on his phone and only half paying attention to her.

  "I am glad you are making an effort to be on Boris’ good side, he makes a bad enemy, and he seems to have a soft spot for you.” After another kiss, he turned and strode away.

  Once the house was empty of any potential authority, Jane immediately made her escape. She'd never left the mansion on her own before. She borrowed one of the darkly tinted SUV's so possibly the guard at the gate thought someone was with her. She prayed Sitnikov hadn't told his guys to keep her locked in. He hadn't exactly told her she was to be kept prisoner, just strongly suggested she not leave the house alone. Perhaps she wasn't as much a prisoner as she thought. After all, Sitnikov's reach was long and brutal, he could easily find her if she tried to leave his 'protection'.

  As she raced toward her meeting, her detective senses kept pinging away, telling her Sitnikov was letting her leave too easily. Finally, unable to ignore her instincts, Jane pulled the SUV over and sat to think for a few minutes in silence.

  Vlad had seemed more than usually interested in her cell phone that morning. But even after he saw the message, there was nothing to indicate who it was from or what it meant. When she'd given Des the burner phone she'd urged the other woman to never send information that could be easily decrypted. Even back then, Jane had suspected Sitnikov had sunk his hooks into every aspect of her life.

  Jane decided to trust her instincts. Boris had left the mansion too quickly that morning and Sitnikov had been distracted from her message too easily. Jane didn't trust Sitnikov not to have her tracked in an attempt to find out who had shot her. He was patient and persistent, he would lull her into believing he had forgotten and then he would let her lead him to the perpe
trator.

  She left the SUV where it was, locking it behind her. She would come back for it later. She smirked to herself as she made her way to the nearest underground train station. She was pretty certain Vlad or one of his lackeys would be there waiting for her. Well he could wait, she thought. Confronting her shooter was personal. She didn't need Vlad taking matters into his own hands.

  Jane had a ten minute wait until the train that she needed came. She looked surreptitiously around to make sure no one was paying her an inordinate amount of attention. Everyone seemed consumed by their own lives, either chatting together or looking down at their phones. Which made it easier for her to keep watch. She took the train to the other side of the city and then walked several blocks before getting on a bus. Though it took a few extra hours of travel she was decently certain she lost any possible tail she might've had.

  It was time to make her way to her final destination. Jane took several minutes to go over her plan. She knew today was his day off work so he should be at home in his usual spot sitting in his La-Z-Boy recliner and watching sports highlights. She doubted that he would have deviated from his typical routine since she'd last seen him. She'd been to his home on a few occasions to watch a game with him and taken note of all exits.

  She approached the house from the back, through an alley, so none of the neighbours would see anything out of the ordinary. She wasn't sure how this meeting was going to go and wanted to make sure she couldn't be tied back to the place. She crept around the side of the house and a quick peek in the window told her he was sitting in his chair with a beer. Exactly where she'd expected him to be.

  Jane made her way to his back porch and checked the door. It wasn't locked. She wasn't sure if this made her more or less nervous. She opened the door as softly as she could and crept into the house. She was glad he hadn't taken her advice and gotten a dog. She made her way noiselessly down the hall. She could see his reflection in the TV, sitting exactly the same way as before.