Using You 2

by Ariel Arnold

  “And do I make you forget everything, Nana?” he asked as he pushed himself up on his hands and knees, hovering over me. I nodded as I looked up into his eyes. I couldn’t believe that I was baring my all to him, letting him know how much I needed him, how much I craved him, after everything that had happened today. This was insanity, craziness, but we both didn’t care.

  "Have you fantasized about me?" he asked, shocking me. I had, numerous times. My breath caught while color clouded my cheeks. I began to reminisce on the sleepless nights and getting off to his face and all the wonderful things I hoped he would do.

  "Yes," I said in a small voice. "A few times, maybe more."

  Ilya smiled slowly and wickedly, obviously pleased that he was in my mind always. The only one I thought about who could give me pleasure.

  "Don’t worry, little one, I've thought of you as well,” he whispered and I shivered as the annoying nickname brought back memories of meeting him for the first time. Of me embarrassingly ogling him when he claimed that he was indeed large.

  I pulled Ilya’s head to mine, kissing him once again. I just couldn’t get enough of his full and sensuous lips. The way they clung to mine, the way he used them to torture me

  Ilya left my mouth to replace his hands where they had been busy playing with my breasts as he kissed me. He smiled as I writhed beneath him and moaned while arching my back. Ilya’s hand then trailed down my belly and found the edge of my panties, lifting the edge slightly to reach into my warm, wet entrance. The moment he touched my sensitive clit that was engorged with need, I arched off the bed and cried out his name. He circled his thumb and forefinger around my clit, making my moans louder.

  He slipped a finger into me. It was a tight fit, but I didn’t want him to stop. He pumped back and forth slightly and placed a hand on my belly, just above my mound. The pumping became faster, deeper, and longer. I was panting, grinding my hips to his fingers. A desperate and needy feeling engulfed me as I clutched his upper arms. “Ilya, now, please. I need you,” I gasped out, pleading with him.

  He groaned, obviously impatient too to feel me around him.

  Ilya quickly pulled his jeans and underwear off before climbing back on the bed over me, poised at my hips. “Shit, condom?” he asked. I shook my head. I was a virgin who had no plans of having sex anytime soon, why would I have condoms in my home? “Birth control?” he gritted out next and when I shook my head, he groaned in what sounded like despair.

  “Don’t stop. I need this, I need you,” I told him. At this point, I was beyond caring about the consequences. I needed Ilya right here and now. I was determined that he would be my first. Ilya eyed me for a moment longer, seeming to weigh the pros and cons before ultimately saying something in Russian and slowly pushing into me.

  My lips trembled as he went further and deeper. I thrust my hips up, forcing him deeper and a cry escaped from my own lips.

  "Fuck, Nana, hold on," he said in a strangled voice. "No need to rush it."

  But I did feel every need to rush it. I knew that this could possibly be the only time I would ever experience this with him and I wanted to seal the deal before he changed his mind. Before he remembered that I had lied to him, investigated him, and used him. However, I just nodded, whimpering in need.

  I felt the tip of his head halt, stuck as he was almost all the way in. He reached down, and using his thumb, he massaged my clit. He was so big, and it was taking so much effort to get him inside of me that I wanted to cry.

  "Ready?" he asked as I felt my inner walls begin to loosen at his masterful touch on my clit.

  I nodded my head in agreement that I was ready and he replied by pumping his hips forward, making me release a sharp gasp of pain. "You okay?”

  "Yes," I answered shortly as I blew out the breath I had apparently been holding.

  Once my body began to relax around him, he leaned forward and kissed me so passionately, it made my heart hurt. I could get used to him kissing me like this.

  I shook my head, dislodging those dangerous thoughts. I wouldn’t set myself up for disappointment like this. I didn’t want to ever have to feel the pain of heartbreak, and that’s all a relationship with Ilya would bring me. Falling in love with him would be foolish. We were quite literally on different sides of the law.

  I started to move my hips again, only wanting to concentrate on the here and now. Still kissing me, Ilya moved ever so slightly in and out. I squirmed beneath him, my head spinning with lust, passion, and pleasure. It was painful, at first, then the pleasure took over and my body needed more. I met his strokes with my own body, hoping he would get the drift and plunge faster, harder, and deeper.

  "Ilya…," I cried.

  He pulled almost all the way out and thrust back in before speaking. "What, baby?"

  "I want... I need—"

  Ilya leaned in close to my ear, his breath hot as he asked, "You need what, love?"

  "I need…" I drew in a breath as he halted for a minute to hear my plea, "You to fuck me."

  With that, Ilya picked up his pace, burying himself to the hilt before retreating out, grazing along my upper wall, hitting the spot within me that had me tossing my head in unbearable pleasure. I cried out each time he drove back in, my body tensing beneath the intense feeling. Ilya only pumped faster, a fierce look of concentration on his face. "Ilya!" I cried his name. It was a sound of release as I came all around him.

  Ilya continued thrusting as his own need bubbled over and he spilled his seed into me. His body shook violently afterward. "Oh God," he gasped out. He fell onto me, burying his head in my neck.

  Chapter Nine: Nana

  Ilya was still inside, still above me, his large body was the only thing I could see, feel. I basked in it while it lasted. Smiling even at the feel of the sweat from both of our bodies sealing us together. All too soon, however, Ilya was rolling away, putting distance between us. Without his body heat, I started to feel chilled in the room’s cool air. I grabbed the blanket and pulled it up to my chin before I glanced over at him.

  Ilya was laying on his back, forearm over his eyes, mouth held in a grim line. When he began to stir, I quickly averted my gaze, not wanting to see whatever emotion was reflected in his eyes. I could hear clothes rustling and I knew he was getting dressed. My heart clenched and I bit my lip to prevent any sound from emerging that would reveal how much I wanted him to stay. Once fully dressed, Ilya stepped into my line of sight, looking down at me where I laid. I almost wanted to close my eyes and pretend that he wasn’t there, so I couldn’t hear whatever it was he was about to say.

  “We really should avoid each other from now on. Nothing good will come from this,” he said grimly, still watching me. I swallowed down my emotion and closed my eyes. Hopefully, he would be gone when I opened them again.

  I got my wish.

  While my eyes were closed, Ilya had left my room and presumably my apartment.

  ***

  The next day, I really felt the urge to call out of work, make up some story about a sprained ankle or something. However, common sense won and I dragged myself out of bed. I was currently hiding out in a bathroom stall. I was due to go out on patrol for another hour and I was avoiding everyone who had seen me kiss Ilya yesterday. Especially Detectives Callahan and O’Reilly. My stomach rumbled and I groaned. I was starving. I wasn’t going to be able to hide out in here for the whole hour as I had hoped. Sighing regretfully, I exited the bathroom in search of food. The moment I tried to sneak past the special investigations office, the door swung open and Detective Callahan stood there, watching me.

  “I was wondering when you were going to get here.” He cocked his head to the side and held the door open for me to enter.

  I bit my lip and sighed audibly. I wasn’t going to get away with avoiding this discussion today, I saw. Not only was there going to be a talk about what he had seen yesterday, but I was also going to have to bring up the fact that my cover was blown.

  The room was empty besides Cal
lahan, which I was relieved about. I was already nervous and upset about having to tell Callahan what had happened. Having O’Reilly and Ramirez as bystanders would only make it worse.

  “What was that yesterday, Officer Valencia? We never told you to sleep with Ilya Volstolv to gain information. I don’t condone physical intimacy with targets,” he said sternly. He practically shook with repressed anger as he waited for my answer.

  “I haven’t…I’m not,” I said, even as my face turned red, running back all the images of Ilya taking me on my bed. But that wasn’t for information, that wasn’t because I was trying to find something out and used my body to do so.

  “So, what then, you just let him kiss you because you like it? Have you fallen for him, Nana?” he asked, using my given name and I flinched as he came a little too close to the truth. “Do I need to take you off this assignment? Has it gotten too personal?”

  “Gotten too personal?” I said a little hysterically as I laughed. “It was too personal from the start. I didn’t approach him knowing who he was to get information out of him. He was just a guy to me. But all of that was shattered when the truth was revealed. I didn’t volunteer to be a goddamn undercover agent,” I screeched. When I was finished with my little tirade, Detective Callahan nodded in understanding.

  “You do have feelings for him. Of course, you do. As you said, he was just a guy you were interested in before you knew he was Ilya Volstolv. I can’t fault you for that, but now that you do know who he is, you have to stop this. We can’t have this case compromised. If the captain and Agent Ramirez find out that you might sympathize with Ilya, then that’s it. You might even be suspended, Nana.”

  “It doesn’t matter anymore,” I said, shaking my head before I looked away from him. “Ilya knows. He knows that I was investigating him. My cover’s been blown, the gig is up.”

  “Are you okay?” Detective Callahan asked, gripping my shoulders, looking me over as if I had hidden wounds somewhere he couldn’t see. “Did he do anything to you, threaten you?” he asked angrily.

  I shook my head no and wanted to cry. I wish he would have. It would have reaffirmed my resolve to believe he was a bad guy. But he didn’t do that. He said some nasty things, but I think it was more out of hurt than anger. Once again, the familiar ball of guilt settled into my chest. Somehow, I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was the bad one, that I was in the wrong. “He didn’t do anything, he just said it would be best if we never ran into each other again.”

  “That’s all? How did your cover get blown?”

  I looked away from him and stepped out of his grasp. How was I supposed to tell him this? I never told anyone about breaking into Nikolai’s office. I couldn’t tell him now that Ilya and Nikolai both had watched me ransack his office for evidence and that Ilya had then gone on to pretend for weeks longer. “He caught me looking through his things and put two and two together,” I said, combining truth and lie. It wasn’t like he would ever find out otherwise.

  The office door opened and Detective O’Reilly’s annoying and obnoxious laugh could be heard as he and Agent Ramirez entered the office. “Oh, just the little officer we were talking about,” he said with a leer on his face. “Did you get anything out of our favorite mob enforcer?” he asked. “With the way you were tonguing him, I would assume you’d have him wrapped around your pretty little fingers by now.”

  My body tensed and my face got red again, but this time, with anger.

  “O’Reilly, knock it off,” Callahan said with a glare at his partner.

  Ramirez sat his coffee down on the desktop. He silently watched the exchange between Callahan and O’Reilly, but I knew he was waiting for the chance to say what was on his mind as well. When he saw me watching him, he raised his eyebrow. “Well, did you?” he asked.

  “No, she didn’t,” Callahan answered for me. “Her cover’s been blown. Volstolv knows what she’s been doing. She’s out.”

  “How?” Ramirez asked simply, eyeing me suspiciously. Great, now he thinks I told Ilya on my own what I was up to. I was sure he thought I was in league with Ilya and that I let his good looks and sex appeal sway me to a life of crime. I rolled my eyes and looked away from him.

  “He caught her. She was recklessly trying to find evidence because of all the pressure and he caught her snooping.”

  O’Reilly whistled. “And you’re standing here perfectly fine, not a scratch on you. Russian boy must’ve really liked you. But it seems they like ‘em dark, though you aren’t as dark as the other two,” he said with a chuckle, obviously referring to Amanda and Yazmeen.

  “Do you ever shut the fuck up?” I told him, not even caring that I’d just been rude to a senior detective. He was an asshole anyways and that’s why no one liked him.

  Ignoring the animosity between Detective O'Reilly and me, Agent Ramirez snapped his fingers to get my attention. “What did he say when he caught you?”

  I shrugged. It was harder lying to Agent Ramirez. It was like he could see through anyone and his deep brown eyes were always so knowing. “He just figured everything out and told me that we shouldn’t see each other again, and I just left,” I told him.

  “Would this be around the same time that you arrived at Bosco’s with Yazmeen Jones and Amanda Lacey to have a meal with Nikolai and Aleksandr Prakenski?” he asked. My eyes widened. I forgot that they could possibly be watching me. But most likely they were watching Nikolai and once again, I’d just happened along. “Or was it during the two-hour stretch Ilya Volstolv spent in your apartment after he took you away from Bosco’s?” he continued.

  Shit, I was busted.

  Detective Callahan backed away from me, putting himself on Ramirez and O’Reilly’s side, as he looked at me with disappointment and shock.

  “Okay, wait, it’s not like that. Let me explain,” I said, hands up. I couldn’t get suspended over this. I needed this job. I loved what I do. “I didn’t want to tell you guys, but I convinced Ilya to bring me to Nikolai’s club. While there, I broke into his office. I was desperate to find something useful because you guys were pressuring me,” I told them in a rush. “I didn’t think. I didn’t know they had security surveillance in the office and had seen everything. He just revealed to me that he knew yesterday. I wanted to speak with my friends before he did. I didn’t know they were taking me to a restaurant where Nikolai and Aleksandr would be.”

  “How are we supposed to trust you after this, Officer Valencia?” Ramirez asked me. “You can’t just tell us the things you want. We need to know everything.”

  “It doesn’t matter now, does it? I’m off the case. Ilya himself said we should never see each other again while Amanda and Yazmeen now hate me. There is no possible way I could get information.”

  “I guess you’re right. You are dismissed, Officer,” Ramirez said, not sparing me another look. I quickly bolted from the room, glad to be out of their presence.

  “Valencia, wait up,” O’Reilly called after me as I was walking down the hall. I debated on acting like I hadn’t heard him and escaped, but decided to just see what he wanted. He put his slimy hands on my arm and squeezed. I gave him a dirty look, knocking it away. “Don’t worry about fucking things up. Soon, those high and mighty Russians will be wishing they never came to America,” he said before striding off.

  Okay, that was strange, but when was O’Reilly not strange? I shook off the encounter with him and prepared for my shift.

  Chapter Ten: Ilya

  I was distracted, and that wasn’t a good thing to be at the moment. Me and some of the guys were supposed to be going down to one of our areas downtown that had increasingly been getting taken over by HBD to put some fear into them. This could go a number of ways. We could effectively scare the assholes so that they went running off and didn’t step in our territory again, or they could get stupid and decide to fight.

  I was betting on a fight, and my gut instincts had never steered me wrong yet.

  So, the fact that my mind was on o
ne thing, and one thing only, Nana, wasn’t good. This was the kind of shit that got you killed. It had been a few weeks since I’d seen her face and it was driving me crazy. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, calming myself and forcing my brain to focus on the task at hand. I erased the image of a petite and beautiful woman from my brain.

  “Oh look, we hit the jackpot,” Gavril said, grinning. “Darius’s second in command is here to receive our message.” I opened my eyes and looked to where a group of thugs was standing. Gavril was right. I immediately recognized Brandon in their midst.

  “Let’s go,” I told my crew as we got out of the car as a group. It wasn’t like we were going for stealth, so we just marched across the street. The group of men warily watched our approach. I eyed them carefully for any sign that any one of them would be foolish enough to reach for a weapon.

  Gavril, Dimitri and the others let me take the lead as I stopped in front of Brandon and his boys. “This is our territory,” I said calmly as I eyed him. He smirked and shook his head before daring to take a step closer to me.

  “Well, we thought the area was big enough for both groups,” he said.

  I laughed, “It doesn’t work like that.” I stepped closer as well, intimidating him. I reached out and put my hand on his shoulder, patting him in a mock-friendly gesture. “Like I said, this is our territory, so you and your little crew are gonna have to leave right now.”

  Brandon chuckled once more, obviously feeling embolden by the fact that he had more guys with him. “Yeah, we are not going to do that.”

  “Wrong answer,” I replied before swiftly punching him in the stomach, making him double over in pain. The moment I hit him, everything erupted. His guys sprang forward and Dimitri and Gavril did the same. It became a mass of swinging arms, cursing and yelling. From the corner of my eye, I saw one of Brandon’s guys pull out a gun and aim it towards Gavril. Without a second thought, I charged him and tackled him, knocking the gun away before he had the chance to fire. The gun skidded across the sidewalk, coming to a halt a few feet from us. With a few punches to the man’s solar plexus, he groaned and stayed down. I stood and looked around me, taking in the current situation, when the sound of a gunshot rang out in the air. Bystanders who had been hanging around watching the fight began to run away rapidly. I turned to my right and saw Dimitri laying on the ground, clutching a gunshot wound that was bleeding profusely. I immediately jogged over in his direction, my only thought was helping him. I reached his side and knelt down. “Fuck, man, are you okay?” I asked.