Novak

by Suzanne Steele

  I always obtain the results I wish to achieve.

  I know that a man in my position needs to be in control. For me, control is what the beginning, middle, and end of everything in my world is all about—having and maintaining control…

  I have to admit that meeting this woman, Katrina, has put a kink in things. I have never been in the presence of a woman who can stir up as much shit as her. She should count herself lucky I find her amusing. It if it was anyone else, I’d just kill them and be done with it. Let’s just say the fact that she humors me is part of what is keeping her alive.

  Katrina

  I look up to view an overdone brunette headed in my direction. Instinctively, my stomach knots at the sign of trouble but I’ll be damned if I have any intentions of letting my feelings show.

  The receptionist cries out, “Can I help you?” but the woman ignores her and continues on in my direction. She is clearly on a mission.

  My receptionist stands in the doorway, looking helpless as she eyes me.

  “It’s fine, Mrs. Adams. I have it under control,” I calmly address her as I make my way to the door, shutting it firmly behind my uninvited guest.

  Once that door is shut I change modes and ask, “Do I know you?”

  “I want to know what you were doing out with my man last night?”

  “Not that it is any of your business, but I attended a formal dinner. You need to ask your man, whomever that may be, what he was doing last night.”

  “My man,” the woman moves her neck, “is Carl Sims.”

  I really have to restrain from laughing as I mock her and move my neck back and forth stating, “Well, again, perhaps you should go ask your man what he was doing last night. I have no association with Mr. Sims!”

  The woman snorts and walks out of my office. As quickly as she had appeared, she disappeared and I find myself being grateful for the fact that she left without issue. Though I am not afraid to confront her, I certainly don’t want to deal with leaving my job on the tail end of scandal.

  I can see the newspaper headlines now:

  Hair extensions and acrylic nails fly as best-selling author confronts Russian mobster’s hussy…

  “Uh, oh, boss, we have problems,” Sergei speaks into the phone. “Delia is very rapidly making her way into Katrina’s office building.”

  I speak calmly into the phone, “I am still wrapping my brain around how Katrina exited my home this morning on your watch. This is not like you to be unaware of what is going on, Sergei.”

  I’m certain he can hear the thick displeasure in my voice.

  “Sir, with all due respect, she is sneaky.”

  “So what you are telling me is that you underestimated her,” I answer.

  I can hear Sergei gritting his teeth in determination. “I can assure you of this, boss, it will never happen again.”

  “Please see that it doesn’t, Sergei.”

  “Do you want me to intervene, boss?”

  “No I do not. What I do want, is to give my little, wild one enough rope to hang herself.”

  “You got it, boss.”

  I make my way out to my van with Kevin stumbling behind me and loaded down with boxes.

  “Hurry up, Kevin, get in.” I’m so fucking frazzled. Between dealing with Novak’s Russian blow-up doll girlfriend and trying to get this diary under lock and key—literally—my nerves are shot.

  We quickly unload the items into the back of the van and I get in the driver’s side. I take a moment and turn towards Kevin.

  “Kevin, thank you for your help; I really do appreciate it.”

  Kevin beams; he lives for words like that from me. Though he knows that he doesn’t stand a chance in the realm of romance with me, he still has a very submissive attitude and, in his mind, having a little of me is better than having none of me.

  “Stay in the car, Kevin,” I state as I exit.

  I bend down and speak through the window, “Try and stay here but move the car if you need to; I’m in a fire lane.”

  “I will, Katrina,” he softly answers. He’s totally unaware that I parked there to enable me quick access into the bank.

  I have no idea I’m being followed and I most certainly have no idea Sergei is on the phone relaying my every move to the gangster who seems to be obsessed with me of late.

  I do my best to put on my game face and make my way into the bank to take care of business. I will need to keep the appearance of a calm and cool demeanor. I just need to get through today and everything will be fine. I learned a long time ago that the only way to eat an elephant is one bite at a time.

  “Prioritize and compartmentalize,” I tell myself. Securing that insurance policy of Novak’s diary is my top priority right now. He won’t order my death as long as he needs something from me…

  I eye the nice, clueless lady behind the counter.

  “I just need a small lock box,” I tell her calmly. I give no indication that my life is hanging in the balance because of my blatant stupidity in stealing from a mobster.

  “Sure,” she says as she smiles and makes her way from behind the counter to lead me to a desk.

  I fill out the necessary paperwork as she watches me. I push away the intrusive thought that she can see me shaking and I tell myself over and over, just get through today, Katrina, just get through today.

  In a matter of moments, I have successfully obtained that which I set out to do. My insurance policy is safe.

  For now…

  Chapter Thirteen

  Novak

  “You’re a sneaky little bitch, I will give you that.”

  I get right in her face and glare at her fear filled eyes.

  “You have no idea who you are fucking with, little girl! Do you think this is some kind of game? You snuck out of my house!”

  “I am not quite sure what your problem is, Novak, but I don’t have time for it. Why don’t you consult that overgrown Russian blow-up doll I had to deal with today at my office? Evidently she is jealous about the forced date I had with you last night. I refuse to see you anymore, if that’s what you can call this dysfunctional relationship.”

  “Fuck her. That was a one night stand and it was six months ago, Katrina. Are you jealous?”

  “Do you honestly have that huge of an ego that you think I’m jealous of you fucking another woman? I wish you would. Maybe it would stop your obsessive behavior towards me.”

  “Not going to happen—I like that tasty little pussy of yours too much to fuck anyone else. Let’s just say I’m now officially monogamous, and you damn sure better be too.”

  “I don’t think she sees things quite the same way you do.”

  I lean in, burying my face into that mass of blonde hair, and whisper to her in a low growl.

  “If you ever reveal anything about me to anyone, well, let’s just say that I meant it when I informed you that you will never live to regret it.”

  Oh, she smells so fucking good. Any thoughts of any other woman were long gone as soon as I laid eyes on her. She didn’t need to know it, but I have avoided all calls from other women since she entered my life. I have no interest in anyone but my little, trouble making Katrina.

  I move her head to the side and begin lightly chewing up and down her neck. The noises she makes are intoxicating.

  “You cause me more trouble than a hundred women do. I know where you went today. I know everything about you, Katrina. Your poor, little, office boy is quite smitten with you. I believe that is your problem. You have never dealt with a real man—a man who holds the power of life and death in his hands, a man who holds the power of pleasure and pain…”

  I continue nibbling on her neck as I quietly remove my belt. In one swift move, I grab her wrists and wrap the belt around them, dragging her to the bed and knotting it around a hook I have bolted in for this exact purpose.

  I ignore her protests and screams as I make my way to my closet and grab another belt. It’s thicker and more brutal than the one I ha
ve used to subdue her.

  I admire the view as I lift her skirt and remove my switchblade from my pocket. Her whole body stiffens with fear when she hears the locking device release the blade. Now we’re getting somewhere.

  I bend down beside her body, which is lowered in the front with her ass jutted in the air. Her head is twisted with her face smashed down to the side.

  Even though she is scared, she is also pissed and the fire coming from her eyes spurs me on to provoke her even more. What can I say? It’s fun.

  I press the tip of the blade into her cheek and she immediately stiffens.

  “It’s amazing how afraid a beautiful woman becomes when she is presented with the threat of being scarred. Perhaps I shall mark you, my love.”

  I watch the vein in her neck go crazy as trepidation courses through her body.

  “I am a very dangerous man, Katrina. I’ve tried to warn you and you won’t listen. I’ve been told by professionals that I’m a tad bit on the crazy side. Really, the only time I feel crazy is when I’m crossed. Oh, and things like you saying you don’t want to see me anymore and sneaking from my home—these things make me feel a little crazy too.”

  I make my way to the end of the bed, slowly slicing through her skirt and watching her body tremble as I do so. I run my hand across her silky ass cheek to calm her down and then in one rapid movement, I slice through her g-string and she begins to tremble again. I’m purposely making her nervous and then calming her down just to fuck with her emotions.

  I bury my face between her legs, lapping at her opening. I bring her right to the point of climaxing before I stand and strike her with the belt. Her scream reverberates off the walls and my cock is rock hard. When she begins to cry, I’m over the moon. She honestly doesn’t believe I am going to let her try and leave me does she?

  Her body is racked with sobs as I make my way behind her, shoving her back up onto her knees. I find myself glad that we have been tested by my doctor because I want to feel every fold and crevice in her.

  I push my pierced cock into her and I am home. Her sobs have now turned to sniffles and I’m buried within her, rotating my hips and pulling out as I continue to circle the walls of her pussy with my cock. When my tip reaches her opening and my cock has almost exited, I begin to taunt her with my words.

  “Tell me how badly you need my discipline. Tell me you will never fucking leave me. Most of all, tell me you are mine…”

  Katrina

  I pull and tug at the belt he has used to restrain my arms with no success. He evokes so many contradicting emotions in me that I find myself questioning everything I once thought to be true. From one end of the spectrum to the other, he has my mind in a jumble until I can no longer decipher between pain and pleasure, fear and ecstasy, or clarity and confusion. For this allotted time, I am his to do with as he wishes and I have no desire to run, only to submit.

  This man, this criminal, this killer, he affects me in ways that I have never known, nor been subjected to. He plays my body like a symphony of orchestrated music and I dance to his tune.

  I listen to the voice that sounds so far away, beckoning me to follow him into his brand of darkness that never fails to leave me sated and satisfied.

  Novak

  I unhook her arms, rubbing her wrists to ensure the circulation is sufficient, as I gently release her drugged body. The pain laced pleasure, that I have subjected her to, has caused her body to make a dopamine and endorphin cocktail and, right now, she is higher than a kite. I lay her body gently down onto my bed. I hold her against me, taking in her scent, and I know this is the first time she has ever been in a drug-induced state. I have taken her on her first journey of entering into the realm of sub-space. I am her first. I am her last. I am her everything.

  I have come to enjoy playing with her but it goes much deeper than play. She is in my system like I drug I crave and now I need her out of necessity.

  You see, I simply will never tire of taking Katrina from being the strong willed survivalist that she is, to my helpless, little, begging victim. I am obsessed with having this woman in my bed. I know Katrina is the type of woman who will never allow a man to have absolute power over her in all areas of her life, but I love knowing that I have that power in the bedroom, even if only for a small period of time. It is a drug to me! Watching her go from a confident and strong willed woman, to a passionate, lust filled creature who cries out for me, and only me, is an experience that I know I will never tire of…The taking of Katrina is like no other pleasure I have ever known. For the first time in my life, I know what it’s like to dominate an Alpha sub—a rare breed of woman I have never encountered before. Knowing how rare she is, I will hold onto her as if she is a coveted jewel—my jewel.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Agent Turner

  “Ma’am, Ma’am,” she almost doesn’t hear me addressing her as she exits the gym.

  “Yes,” she finally answers when she realizes I am speaking to her. She cautiously eyes the clean cut suit I’m wearing. I waste no time showing her a badge and she looks almost paralyzed with fear when she notes the FBI insignia.

  “We need to talk,” I inform her as Rene and I lead her to the coffee shop beside the gym that holds her membership.

  “You see, Katrina, you have not gone past the point of no return.” I waste no time conversing with her but Rene is just checking her out as I talk. I know my partner and, right now, she is trying to get a read on this woman. I’m making my own assessment and I can already tell that the woman I’m addressing is the total opposite of Novak. What is it with these Russians mobsters? His cousin, Glazov, did the same thing—fell for an American business woman.

  I go out of my way to project a sense of calm as I speak to her. I’ll let Rene play the bad cop today. I continue speaking before she has a chance to say anything.

  “Mathias Novak, or Carl Sims as you may know him, is a very dangerous man, Katrina. It’s only a matter of time before he pulls you into his web of lies and you are put in grave danger. This is what he did to the last person who crossed him.”

  She looks down at the photos I have thrown down on the coffee shop’s table and I immediately discern her fleeting look of recognition as she looks at the man in the pictures. Soon after the vague look telling me she somehow knew the man crosses her face, her expression quickly morphs to one of sheer horror.

  If she knows this man, I’m certain he looked different than how he does in these photographs. The man she is viewing now has been beaten to a bloody pulp. His face literally looks like ground hamburger.

  I eye the woman who sits before me, studying her, and it doesn’t take a skilled profiler to discern how appalled she is by the images she sees.

  I can’t help but feel a wave of compassion towards her, but I also can’t help but feel triumph because my strategy is working.

  I slip her my card and slide from the booth to make my exit with Rene.

  After all, there is no reason to overwhelm the young lady. We’ve accomplished what we came to do.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Katrina

  I am hiding from Novak. Of all the people I could have crossed, I had to cross a killer. No matter how much I mull over my situation, I see no way out. How can things get this crazy over a diary? I don’t get it. I’m not used to living in fear and I most certainly am not accustomed to being followed and questioned by the FBI. The meeting with FBI guy has shaken me to my very core. For some reason, seeing what was done to the man in the alley has imprinted on my psyche just how much danger I’m in. I had told myself Novak was dangerous, but seeing those pictures made the reality sink in.

  Who, or what, is to say that Novak will not have me killed, or tortured by Sergei? I feel a chill run through my body at the thought. I hope if he kills me, it will be quick and painless. What if his sadistic side rears its ugly head and he decides that he wants to unleash his wrath on me and make me suffer? I push the nagging, morbid thoughts from my head.

 
I should have known that it wouldn’t last—the hiding out and avoiding the inevitable. I have ignored his calls and stayed out of the public eye, hoping he will just go away, but knowing in my gut that is not going to happen.

  It is Friday night and I am relaxed, watching TV and working on my laptop, when I hear the knock at my door.

  I open the door to view Novak, dressed impeccably as he always is. I turn, leaving the door open and walk away. I can hear him telling Sergei to wait in the car. I am in no way prepared for what happens next. Apparently I have only had a small taste of the depths of cruelty that this man is capable of… until tonight.

  Novak

  I look at her and my blood immediately begins to boil. She is in my system like a poison which can’t be extracted and I am sick with need for her. I am so angry that she has denied me my need to see her, touch her, and take her. She will pay. She has no rights as my property and I’m pissed she has refused me her presence for the last few days.

  I grab her, viciously slamming her into the wall and pinning her in with my palms on each side of her head.

  “Do you think that you can avoid me, Katrina? There is nowhere on God’s green earth that you can hide. I want my fucking diary, Katrina!”

  I know it isn’t really about the diary anymore. This beautiful woman torments me, inundating my dreams and my every waking moment with thoughts of her to the point where I can think of nothing else. She is in my system and I have no intentions of letting her go. If I am crazy, then I am crazy with need for her, and I will kill to see that hunger sated.

  Katrina

  I tremble in fear as I eye the man who stands before me. His presence alone sends me into a tailspin. He terrifies me, tantalizes me, and he purposely torments me. I cannot help but be pulled into his dangerous web of intrigue. I know, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that this man will never let me go. He has become obsessed with me for the mere fact that he can’t ever truly have me. It isn’t in my nature to give myself over to any man completely, and it’s because of my will to keep fighting, that he covets me.