“We will fucking talk tonight, sladkaya. You are not someone I’m passing the fucking time with. If I wanted to do that, I’d be next door with Viveka.”
Kiska opens her mouth, but I don’t want to hear her bullshit, so I press my lips against hers and fill her with my tongue. If I had the time, I’d fill her mouth with my cock so she couldn’t spew any more shit at me. “Tonight,” I grunt.
Releasing her, I stand and walk away. Locking the door behind me, I lift my chin at Lazar who is already posted across from her doorway. “I should be there by the time her class is out,” I say.
“Yes, boss,” he lifts his chin.
Walking over to my own apartment, I let myself in and see that Viveka is sitting on the sofa, a bunch of spreadsheets out on the coffee table.
“What’re you doing?” I ask as my eyes scan the sheets.
She tips her chin up and looks at me. “You and your little girl were fucking so loud I couldn’t sleep, so I started to work on the schedules for the new girls.”
I shrug at her first statement. Kiska is a little girl to Viveka, I’m sure since she’s my age. I don’t doubt that the remark was catty though, which is why I’m refusing to acknowledge it. “When will you be finished with the schedules? I’d like to have them to the girls by tonight and start them tomorrow.”
Viveka sighs and rolls her eyes to the ceiling. “I’ll be finished in probably an hour or so, they’ll have them.”
“Good. I have some shit to handle today. I won’t be back until later. We have a meeting with all of the girls at five. I’ll try to make sure I’m there. If I’m not there on time, start without me,” I direct as I walk over to the fridge and grab a water.
“Are you going to be living with her now?” Viveka asks, appearing in the kitchen, her hip leaning against the counter.
Lifting a brow at her, I watch her. She’s jealous, something I’m not used to from her. I’ve dated plenty of women off and on throughout my life, and never has Viv shown even an ounce of emotion about them, or our relationship—until now. “Why are you so concerned with where I sleep?”
“She’s different, you’re different with her.”
Shaking my head, I run my hand through my hair. “She’s the one,” I admit aloud.
I love the way it feels too. Absolutely fucking love it. Kiska Barysheva is mine, she’s the one for me, and soon I’ll make her mine permanently.
I just have to figure out how to make her mine without getting either of us killed—and I will make her mine—that’s a fucking promise.
Lazar smiles at me as soon as I step foot out of the apartment. I don’t know how long he’s been leaning against the wall across from my door, but by the look of his bored expression I’d guess it’s been a while.
“You’ve got to be bored out of your mind,” I state as I begin to walk toward the staircase.
He steps in line beside me, silently, then when we’re almost outside he finally speaks. “What I’m doing is earning my chance to be invited into the organization,” he explains. “I’m paying my dues, and watching out for your safety is a better job than most shestyorka get.”
I nod, his words make sense. I have a feeling most boys trying to earn their way into the Bratva have to do some seriously shitty jobs. I’m still not one hundred percent thrilled with the way Konstantin and I left things this morning.
I don’t like Viveka, and I hate, absolutely despise the fact, that they’re working so closely together. She wants him, and I’m jealous and I fucking shouldn’t be because we can’t be together. It all fucking sucks ass.
The rest of our walk to the dance studio is in silence, and when we’ve arrived I thank Lazar and make my way inside. I feel as though I’m in a daze the entire morning. My focus is shit, and all I can think about is Konstantin, Akim, and Viveka—on a constant loop.
“Kiska, show me your Fouette turn,” my instructor snaps.
My body automatically responds to her demand and I turn, flawlessly. After about twenty, she claps and tells me to stop.
“Focus,” she barks then turns to instruct the class.
I’m not even upset that she called me out. I’m not focused, my mind is jumbled.
“The list goes up today,” Zoe mutters from next to me at the barre.
“Yeah,” I exhale.
She sucks in a breath. “Bronislav has already bought tickets to the show, he’s convinced I’ve made it,” she all but giggles.
My brows rise in surprise at her words. “You’re serious with him?” I ask.
She nods before she gets this faraway look in her eyes. “Soo, serious. He hasn’t spent one night away from me since the night we met,” she sighs. “Last week he brought over a huge duffle bag full of clothes and just unpacked it all in my room. He’s… he’s like the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”
I blink back tears at her words. I’m envious of her. I’m happy for her, but I’m envious all the same. I want that, I want that with Konstantin. Looking at her, and hearing about her relationship with Bronislav, it’s what I’ve always wanted, but I know that I’ll never have.
I’m living a lie, me and Konstantin are living a lie together if either of us thinks that we will live happily ever after. What is happening between us will at the minimum end in heartache, at the worst, death. My stomach turns at the thought, but I tamp it down and focus on dance. I need the escape. I force my mind to clear and let out a sigh.
A few hours later we’re all putting our things away and getting ready to leave, everybody taking their sweet ass time because the list will be posted any second. Peter is biting his nails, and the sound is driving me up the wall. Another girl is tapping her foot, another drumming her fingers on the wood flooring. I’m biting my bottom lip, over and over again.
The blinds are lifted in the office and all of us snap our heads toward that direction as our teacher tapes the list on the inside of the window before she drops the blinds. We all just stand there for a second, in shock that it’s finally time.
Zoe is first, the bravest of all of us as she rushes over to the window. I watch as her finger slowly slides down the glass, reading each name in search of her own. When she turns around, the smile on her face tells me everything—she’s made it.
I brace my legs when she comes running toward me. She squeals as she throws herself into my arms.
“Holy shit, I made it,” she breathes in my ear. “I didn’t want to spoil anything, I refused to look at anyone else’s names. You’re on your own,” she giggles.
Peter and I slowly walk toward the line of dancers, and we wait until they’ve all looked for their names and dispersed.
“Do you think we made it?” I ask him. We’re standing right in front of it, but I’m afraid to look. This is way more stressful than the actual school auditions.
“Fuck it, let’s find out,” he grunts. I watch as he lifts his finger and slowly moves it down the glass. He stops on a name and glances at me. “Congrats,” he whispers.
“No shit?” I breathe.
He chuckles. “No shit.” I don’t move, holding my breath as his finger continues down then it stops again. “I made it too, holy shit, the three of us made it,” he smiles.
We turn to Zoe in unison, and I throw both of my hands in the air and squeal. Peter doesn’t show as much enthusiasm, but I glance over to see he’s sporting the biggest smile I’ve ever seen from him. Zoe rushes up to us and gives us each a hug. “Holy shit. Practices are going to be brutal, but I’m so glad we’ll all be together,” she cries.
“No kidding,” I smile.
The three of us gather our things and walk out of the studio together. When we arrive on the sidewalk, I glance at Bronislav whose eyes literally light up when he sees Zoe. My heart skips a beat at the sight. He really, really adores her.
I wonder if, or when, he’ll tell her exactly who he is. I frown slightly thinking about that. Will she want to stay with him? Will she even have a choice? I doubt she’ll be able to leave him, alive, once
she knows what he does for a living. That thought makes me sad.
“See you guys on Monday,” Peter calls out with a wave.
I lift my arm to wave back to him before turning to where I know Konstantin is standing. I didn’t even have to look to know he was standing there. It’s like my body can sense him within a fifty-mile radius. His dark gaze is settled on me, and he looks pissed. I should care—I really should. I don’t though. I don’t care because it doesn’t matter if I do. Nothing concerning me freaking matters.
Konstantin wraps his hand around mine, and wordlessly we walk toward the apartment. My phone rings in my pocket, and I grab it, not looking at the number before I answer.
“Bron, Peter, and me are going out tonight to celebrate, please join us,” Zoe cries in excitement in my ear.
I sigh glancing up at Konstantin who has his jaw clenched. “I’ll be there for sure, send me the info,” I state before ending the call.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Konstantin asks, not looking at me.
I roll my eyes to the sky at his dramatics before I answer. “I made the show. Peter, Bronislav, and Zoe are going out tonight to celebrate, and they asked us to join them.”
“So you answered for me?” he asks.
I bite the corner of my lip before I answer. “No, I answered for me,” I murmur.
Konstantin stops and turns to face me, his hand tightening around my fingers. His dark eyes bore into mine and make me immediately regret my words. “We will discuss this when we’re back at home,” he growls.
I nod once, afraid to reply, afraid that my smart mouth will say something my ass can’t back up. I don’t want to fight with him, but he’s being an asshole, and this feeling of impending doom is surrounding me.
This cannot work, it doesn’t matter what he thinks or says, this shit cannot fucking work. I don’t want to fall in love with him, and I can tell that I’m already beginning to.
Leaving him is going to break me.
Leaving him and being forced to marry another is going to destroy my heart.
Closing my eyes for a brief second, I turn, and together we continue on to our apartment building—home. Our home. That thought sends an ache to my heart as well. It is a lie—all a big terrible lie that we’re living and ignoring and hoping that it will magically somehow become a reality.
AS IF THIS FUCKING day couldn’t get any goddamn worse.
First, after being woken in the middle of the night to deal with all of the shit surrounding our, misplaced, shipments. Then dealing with Viveka and the obvious attraction she’s suddenly displaying toward me. Now, there’s this. Kiska is still pissy with me, and now she wants to go out and party. Fuck.
I can’t even say something smartassed about her age either because it’s a valid reason to go out and celebrate. She has a part in the performance—it’s a legitimate reason to celebrate with her friends and colleagues.
“What time and where do we meet them?” I ask once we’re inside of her apartment.
She tips her head back to look into my eyes, her own gray ones swirling with unleashed anger. “Nine,” she spits.
I lift my chin toward her bedroom. We have plenty of time to release our stress and irritation out before we need to leave for food and to meet her friends.
“Strip,” I growl.
Her head jerks and her eyes narrow. “I’m not fucking you right now,” she states, her eyes tiny little slits.
I chuckle closing the distance between us and slipping one of my hands around her waist, holding onto her slight frame.
“You’re right. You won’t be fucking me, and I won’t be fucking you either.” I lean forward until my lips are a hair’s breadth away from hers. “Though, you’ll wish I would. You’ll fucking beg me to, sladkaya.”
“Yeah, right,” she snorts challengingly.
“Take your clothes off, or don’t, frankly I don’t give a fuck. We’re doing this no matter what,” I shrug.
Her eyes widen in surprise, and she tries to take a step back, but I don’t allow it, my fingers tightening their grasp around her small waist.
“What are you going to do?”
“I’m going to lay you down, and if your ass weren’t probably sore from last night, I would paddle it. Since it most likely is, I’m going to have to get creative.” I grin.
She blinks once before she takes a big gulp. I release her waist as she takes a step back from me and I watch as she slowly peels off all of her clothes. First, her oversized sweatshirt, then her sweats.
When she’s standing in front of me in just her ballet leotard and tights my cock goes from half-mast to fully erect. Fuck me, she’s beautiful. She slowly removes the rest of her clothes until she’s standing completely naked in front of me.
I instruct her to crawl into the middle of the bed and lie on her stomach. She does, but I can see her thighs tremble in each move she makes. She’s scared, as she should be. If her ass wasn’t already tender from yesterday, it would be screaming tonight, but she isn’t there yet. There’s no way I could put her in a position to potentially hurt her, she’ll need more sessions before she’s ready for what I want to give her right now.
Pulling my belt off of my waist I walk over to her and loop it around her wrist, the bed, then her other wrist before buckling it together. Making my way down the bed, I take her ankles in my hands and gently tug her body down so that her arms are forced straight in front of her. Kiska’s head turns to me, and her wide eyes meet mine.
“I won’t hurt you, sladkaya,” I reassure her gently. She nods her head, but it’s more like a jerk. “Close your eyes,” I hum. I watch as she does exactly as I’ve asked and closes her pretty, intense, gray eyes.
Walking into her closet, I bend down and start to rifle through my bag. When I purchased the paddle, I bought a few other things as well. I take both devices and their remote controls out of my bag, along with a bottle of lube before I slowly make my way over to the bed.
“On your knees, spread wide,” I order, keeping my voice gentle, calm, and deceivingly tender.
Once she’s on her knees, I drag my fingertips up the inside of her soft thigh until I reach her pussy. Avoiding her clit, I drag my fingers through her slit, grinning when I find her already wet. Slipping two fingers inside of her cunt, I groan, fuck, her pussy is so goddamn tight.
Her hips push back against my fingers, and I immediately remove them, grinning when I hear her whimper.
“Did you enjoy that?” I ask.
“Yes,” she breathes.
Taking the pink object I pulled out of my bag, I gently slide it into her pussy, filling her with it at the same time she lets out a gasp in surprise. “If you come, I won’t give a fuck that your ass is sore, I’ll spank you—hard,” I warn.
Goosebumps break out on her skin, and my grin turns into a full fledged smile. I pick up the small pink device that goes along with the one that is now resting comfortably in her tight pussy, and I click the button turning the device on.
“What the…” she trails off and ends with a moan.
The wireless vibrating egg is something I never thought I’d use with her, but the sales girl was insistent that I purchase it. I’m happy she was. Tonight, I’ll torture her with pleasure instead of pain, and it will be glorious.
Her hips shift and move, as the device vibrates inside of her. I watch as she jerks her hands that are still tied to the headboard.
“Please touch me, baby,” she cries.
I shake my head knowing that she can’t see me. “No, Kiska. No touching. You need to learn a lesson; do you know what that lesson is?” I ask.
“Just tell me, fuck, just say it,” she grinds out.
I make a tsking sound as I shake my head from side to side. “No, you need to learn it for yourself, I can’t tell you because I’ve already told you, sladkaya.”
Taking the black object from the bed, I grab the lube that I brought with me and squirt it on the device. Then I hold the bottle above her
ass and let the cool liquid fall into the crack.
“Oh shit,” she squeaks.
Throwing the lube to the side, I take my hand and gently run my fingers through the crack of her ass a few times before I stop at the entrance. I massage her there, never entering but I know when she’s getting into it because her whimpers and moans fill the bedroom.
“I need to come, so bad,” she groans.
“Sorry, Kiska. That won’t be happening,” I coo. I press the butt plug against her entrance and watch as it begins to penetrate. She freezes when she realizes there’s an object against her ass. “Relax and push back,” I murmur as I grab the remote control to the egg in her pussy and turn up the vibration.
“Oh my fucking God,” she moans and forces her body to relax as she pushes back.
I watch as the butt plug disappears inside of her virgin ass. The fact that I’m taking her virginity in every aspect fills me with something akin to pride. She’s mine, I’m proud that she’s mine. I will own her entire body, and Timofei is right, I will never be able to just give her up.
When the anal plug is completely inside of her, I grab the remote and without hesitation hit the button to turn it on. Kiska rears her head back and lets out the loudest, most agonizingly sweet scream I’ve ever heard. Fuck, my cock hardens so fucking fast that I groan as well.
“Make it stop,” she cries.
I walk over to the side of her bed and place my knee next to her torso. Her eyes are pinched closed, and she’s panting as tears fall down the sides of her face, leaking from the corners of her eyes. I wrap my hand around the back of her neck and hold her still, placing my lips against hers and kiss her. My kiss is gentle, and when my tongue fills her mouth, it’s with long lazy strokes.
“Baby, please. I’m sorry, I’m so fucking sorry,” she whispers, her voice trembling.
I press my forehead against hers, she’s covered in a light sheen of sweat, and I do feel sorry for her, but I also want to fuck her. My desire to fuck her outweighs my sympathy, and if I’m being honest, the painful pleasure that I’m giving her completely turns me on.
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