She watches my eyes as I do it, comprehension dawning.
“You want to keep your finger?”
Her eyes fall to my cock, raging in my slacks. Her chest expands. She lifts her gaze back to mine.
I take it as a yes.
Not once has she thought about the pain of losing a finger; it’s all about Aldo not being able to handle it. The man who killed his best friend and didn’t have the stones to finish off the babies—not that I’m complaining.
She puts her hands on my knees, slides upwards.
My heart thunders, and my cock strains behind layers of fabric.
“You’re thinking maybe there’s another way.” She’s grateful. That’ll change soon.
I put my arms out on the back of the couch like she’s some whore between my legs. My mouth goes dry as her fingers approach. “Maybe.”
This whole power play shouldn’t get me off, but it does. I love her on her knees in front of me. I love the wrong energy between us.
Mira’s skin looks flushed; for a second, I think she wants me. It’s as much of a delusion as smells being the same thing as a big juicy steak and a basket of garlic bread, but I’ll take it.
She slides nearer to my crotch. I suck in a silent breath as she makes soft contact with my raging erection. She scratches lightly with her nails and gives me a playful look. I give her nothing.
She cups her hand around it, a half-moon of pressure.
She undoes the button. She’s shit at working the zipper, breathing hard, now. She looks up and lets me hold her with my eyes, or maybe she’s holding me with hers.
“I knew you’d find another way,” she says.
I steel myself as she pulls my shirt up from my belt. She leans forward to kiss my abs, tits pressed on my legs. She’s whoring herself for a piece of shit, but the message gets lost in my mind, and all I see is that she’s the strong one. Between her worthless father and her, she’s the strong one.
She undoes my zipper. I adjust my hips to let her pull me out, making her do all the work. The cool air hits my cock. She curls her hand around my root. Squeezes. It feels so fucking good my eyes blur. I give her a steely look. It’s all she gets.
She comes in closer, pushing between my legs. As if they have a will of their own, my hands go to her hair, so dark and silky. She keeps the squeeze on my cock. I want to thrust into her hand, into her face. I want to flip her over on the couch and plunge into her. I want her so bad I think I might implode.
She’s breathing onto my cock now. Fuck. I close my eyes, tip my head back.
She seems like she wants me.
Just empty smells, I tell myself, but some fucked-up part of me doesn’t care. Whoring for her worthless dad, but I don’t care about that, either.
“Mira.” I stroke the back of her hair. “Grab me at the root. Harder.” My voice sounds strangled. I settle both hands onto her hair.
She tightens her hold and licks my cock, ice cream cone style, pushing waves of heat and need through me. I never wanted anyone more.
“I’m not a good person like you remember,” I warn.
“But you won’t cut off my finger.” It’s a question.
“If you do what I say.”
“Okay.”
It’s hot. It shouldn’t be so hot.
I grab her hair and look hard into her brown eyes. “Look at me when you do it,” I say.
Keeping her doelike eyes on me, she takes me in her mouth. Just a little bit at first, wetting the tip. I bite the inside of my cheek, to balance things with a little pain.
I’d be lying to say I never imagined this. There was a certain yacht shot Konstantin got hold of, a bunch of Nikolla’s made guys at somebody’s engagement party, a picture like all the rest except for sixteen-year-old Mira in the background in a bikini. Let’s just say that picture was in my stash. But this is so much better. Full-color, full-blast 3-D, her mouth a hot, silky cave. The pleasure is so intense I want to close my eyes, but I don’t, because watching her is so goddamn powerful.
I fight the urge to grab her hair and fuck her face. Not yet.
I slide a finger over her cheek and down her neck. Her skin is perfect. Her lips are twice as beautiful when they’re stretched around my cock. I’m taking her now. It’s nine kinds of wrong.
I wind my hand through her hair, pulling a little, just enough to get her in an obedient mood. Like reins on a horse.
She grips my thigh with her free hand, heat in her eyes, as if she likes this power play thing, too. I tighten. I guide my cock deeper into the warm cave of her mouth. “Suck it,” I growl.
She turns it on—full-blast sucking.
I pull out and go deeper, guiding her head.
She squeezes me at the root like I told her to, sucking me in earnest.
It’s not enough yet. This needs to be right. I told her there was another way, and I’m good for my word.
“Mira—” I stroke her hair. “I’m going to twist your hair up in my fist and really fuck your face, now. It’s going to feel rough, even. But you’re going to let me do it. You’ll let me use you like a whore.”
Something in her eyes changes. She’s scared, but turned on, too. Or maybe that’s my imagination.
I push into her mouth, going deeper, testing her.
She takes me trustingly. She’s not so sure about where I’m going, but she’s the beggar here, not the chooser.
“Have you ever taken a guy rough in the throat?”
Something flares in her eyes.
“Have you?”
“Uh-uh,” she grunts. A no. Of course not. Who would do that to Mira Nikolla? Me, that’s who.
I twist her hair in my fist, giving her a little hurt, getting her ready. “You’re going to feel alarmed and choked when I shove my cock down your throat. It’s how I need it, though. You’re going to relax and let me do whatever I want to you. Got it?”
Warily she grunts her assent.
“It’ll feel wild and fucked-up, but you’ll see that it’s just another thing.” I nudge her head, thrusting into her mouth. She gags, and I pull out.
“Close your eyes. Relax.” I push in again, slower. “You’re gonna take me. Turn yourself over to me.”
She relaxes her throat. She’s getting it.
“See? That’s good.”
I fuck her face with more force, making her take me deeper. “That hand, it’s a little bit of a cheat, isn’t it? You need to let go of my cock now. I need you to take all of me.”
She lets go and grips my thighs. I tighten my fists on her hair and plunge in deeper. She makes a little sound, but she’s going with it. I’d be lying if I said it didn’t feel amazing.
I feel like a fucking animal, animated by some prehistoric madness.
It gets even more intense when she turns herself over to my total control. Like she gives up on dignity, on being anything but a thing for my use. It’s un-fucking-believable how hot she is, giving herself over to my control. Trusting a twisted motherfucker like me.
“Close your eyes. Concentrate.” I reach over and grab my phone and my gun. The phone is to record. The gun is to make it look good for the camera. To make it look like I’m forcing her.
She’ll hate me. But it saves her finger.
I hit record and set the phone on the side table, angled just right to get me fucking her face. “You love it like this, don’t you?” I thrust harder, in and out. Tears leak from the sides of her dark lashes.
I’m merciless—I have to be.
I push in harder, hitting resistance. She gags.
“Don’t you fucking gag, Mira. Take it like the whore you are.” Something in her changes, like energy ramping up, fingers digging into my thighs.
The phone records my hand twisting up her hair alongside the gun. It gets her tears. It gets my cock disappearing through her lips over and over.
“Suck harder, bitch,” I say. “You’re mine to use however I want. When I say suck harder, I fucking mean it.”
She su
cks harder. I groan.
It looks fucking violent. Like I’m mauling her, like I’m really fucking her up. What that camera doesn’t capture is the energy stoking between us every time I say something. Like she actually likes that. I know I’m getting off.
“That’s right, you fucking whore. Take it!” I shove my cock in long and strong. “You’ll take it in every fucking hole.”
Her fingers tighten some more, tits rubbing hard against my legs.
I keep up in front of the camera, knowing I’m capturing the force, the ugliness, but so much more is happening, like a wave, swelling up, taking the two of us somewhere.
Like we’re both getting off on it, like it’s real for a moment.
“I’ll clamp you open and use you like the piece of cockflesh you are,” I gasp. “I’ll fuck everything out of you.”
I clench her hair with my other hand. She softens for me like she knows that’s what I’m needing now. She’s a rag doll for me, letting me have her completely. The feeling of it is un-fucking-believable.
My elbow knocks the phone off the table and onto the floor. I don’t care. I don’t care about anything but being lost in her, and she seems like she’s lost in me. I don’t care if it’s an illusion.
“Take it, bitch.”
I splay my non-gun hand over her head, stroking her, needing to touch her as much as possible, fucking her face, moving with her, breathing with her, both animated by the same wild energy.
My eyes are watering from the power of it. I won’t say it’s crying, but I won’t say it’s not.
She’s amazing and beautiful and everything I lost.
CHAPTER SIX
Mira
The way he uses me is violent. Primitive. Demeaning. And all I can think is, don’t stop.
He warned me he was going to be rough. He warned me I’d feel alarmed when he shoved his cock all the way down my throat. I was ready for that.
I wasn’t ready for the names he would call me.
Or to be so wildly turned on by it all.
It’s as if we crossed over to the right side of wrong, and everything is too hot, and his cock is too huge, and I have too many clothes. I want him to lay me out and use me. I want him to do anything to me. Everything to me. I want him to lay me out and use me like cockflesh, like he said he would. Is that even a word?
I pull back, knowing he’ll shove my head back onto his cock, and he does, fingers digging into my scalp.
My nipples rub on his legs, heating—from the friction, maybe—and I nearly get off. It’s pure madness. Usually I need a lot of help.
But this is Aleksio being Aleksio. He always went too far, and I always loved him for it.
I feel when he’s going to come.
“No teeth. Don’t you fucking…” He jerks into my throat, forcing me to swallow. The orgasm goes on forever. He holds my head firmly in his grip, panting.
I move my tongue a tiny bit and he clutches my hair. “God! Don’t move.”
I feel dazed. Heart pounding. This was the wildest and most powerful sexual experience of my life, and I didn’t even come.
“Okay,” he whispers after a while, gently extracting himself from me. I sit on the coffee table, wiping my mouth and striking the tears from my cheeks.
His eyes shine, and I know he felt the power of what just happened. The mad connection. Deep down, I know that neither of us have been here before. He reaches out and brushes my hair from my forehead.
That’s when I see the gun in his other hand, dark and cold and black.
He was holding a gun? Why? Why would he need a gun?
“Don’t worry, the safety was on.” He puts it aside, eyes averted, and then he swipes his phone off the floor. He presses something. A red light goes off.
My mouth falls open. “What the hell? What did you do?”
“Saved your finger.”
Red. A record light.
He tucks himself in, zips himself up.
He recorded us? Why record us like that? With him holding a gun? Why would he want to make it look like he was being a violent asshole, forcing me to do that?
Suddenly everything in the room gets too bright, too real. “No!” I go for the phone.
He grabs my wrist, hauling me up off the couch with him. “Leave it.”
“You’re going to show that recording to him? No!” I try to twist free. “You can’t!”
He can, and he will.
I’m flooded with shame for how much I enjoyed it. And Aleksio made a movie out of it! To frighten Dad!
“Fuck!” I jerk and twist, trying to get at the phone. “You can’t! Please.”
“Sorry.”
“Oh my God!”
That’s when Viktor comes in. He regards us calmly, like it’s no big deal Aleksio is manhandling me. Aleksio tosses the phone to his brother. “Play it.”
“No! Don’t!”
Viktor taps the screen.
“Don’t watch it!” I go for Viktor now, but Aleksio has me.
“You can’t send Dad that clip.”
“We’re not sending him your bloody finger. Isn’t that what you wanted?”
Aleksio. So cool, so smooth. Like it meant nothing to him. And me like an idiot, getting off on his rough treatment. Making myself vulnerable to him. Showing him something I never even showed myself. I want to die.
Viktor pockets the phone. “Her severed finger would be more extreme. More urgency. But this is more pain for the old man.”
“You guys are animals!”
Aleksio tightens hold on me. “You need to be done going crazy, or we’ll handcuff and gag you.”
“You have to erase it!”
“You prefer the finger? That’s what you’re saying here?”
I trusted Aleksio. I followed him somewhere extreme, and he ripped my heart open. Cutting off my finger seems tame in comparison.
“You’re thinking about it? Fuck! No. Fuck that.” He turns to Viktor. “Call and see if the sack of shit’s awake.”
Viktor takes out his own phone.
Aleksio finally has to bear-hug me to keep me still. I try to push him off. I want nothing to do with him. No go.
“Aleksio,” I whimper. Imagining Dad seeing that makes me want to vomit. It will quite possibly be the last thing he sees before he dies.
Viktor’s speaking in Russian. He sounds upset.
“What’s wrong?”
“Aldo is out cold,” he says. “He’ll be out hours more.”
“What the fuck?” Aleksio says.
“They had to give him something. He was making trouble.”
“Fuck!” He lets me go. “Don’t make me gag and handcuff you. I mean it,” he warns.
“Has he taken his meds?” I ask Viktor. “He needs them. He keeps them in a plastic thing in his pocket.”
Viktor holds up a finger. More Russian. Then he nods at me. “He had his meds. He is fine. Just not awake.” He clicks off.
“Fuck!” Aleksio kicks a leather trash can across the room. “He tried to get away?”
Viktor nods.
“You’re sure he took his meds?” I ask.
“Yes,” Viktor says.
He’s out. There’s still time, then. “Let’s track down the employees. My plan. We’ll do my plan. Don’t send it.”
Aleksio looks at Viktor.
“Six hours he will be out. Minimum,” Viktor replies to his unspoken question. “Probably through the night. They fucked up.”
Aleksio closes his eyes.
“I’m sorry, brat. My guys—”
“No, I know. They responded to the situation in front of them.” Aleksio goes to the window and takes a breath. Worried about Kiro.
“You think Lazarus cares about anything besides finding my dad and me?” I ask. “He’s not going to be caring about your brother.”
“Lazarus’s a fucking hyena, Mira. I think he cares about a lot of different things.”
“We can’t stay the night here,” Viktor says.
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nbsp; “Agreed.” Aleksio makes a call. I’m wondering whether it’s Konstantin. I was always a little frightened of Konstantin—everyone was. He had a scarred face and a military attitude. A retired killer who ran the boys’ bodyguard detail.
Aleksio makes another call and gets an investigator on the case. “I want the names and addresses of everyone who worked there—call me as soon as you get them—I don’t care if the shit comes in at two in the morning. We get ’em and vet ’em.”
He clicks off.
“Merry Christmas. We go at it your way. At least until Daddy wakes up. Not that we have any choice.”
I turn and look out at the dark lake, wanting for him not to ever see my face again. Wanting to never give him any bit of truth ever again.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Aleksio
It’s just before dawn when we get out to the house we took off a Stockbroker who owes us. It’s a place that was owned by one of our loan shark clients up until six months ago. A nice spread in the middle of a lot of trees maybe an hour out of the city.
A good place to lie low.
Best of all, nobody knows about it, which is good, considering the kind of firepower that’s out on the streets right about now.
Our investigator checks in soon after. He’s tracked down the retired Worland Agency director to a farm in western Illinois, and he’s going out there. He feels sure this person has the key. He’ll do what it takes. I send one of my guys to help him.
We give Mira the nicest bedroom—the master. It has a sliding door to a patio, and she’s allowed to go out there as long as she behaves.
I go out for a run to clear my head. I should be getting new ideas to find Kiro, but all I think about is the feel of her mouth on my cock, and the way her hair felt in my fist.
I fucked her face, but I’m the one who got invaded.
I head back into the kitchen afterwards. Viktor’s in there. He tells me Aldo Nikolla is still out cold, and the investigator is still in transit.
The sound of her laughter jolts through my chest.
I look out the kitchen window and see her sitting out on the patio with Yuri and a couple of the other Russians.
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