“Then, let me kill him.”
“I will handle that, mysh.”
“You can’t do everything and if you’re going to handle it, then just take control of Kapotnya on your own. Don’t give me a district, if you’re going to second guess everything and come to my rescue for every little incident.”
Fury rose in my chest. “You get more men.”
“I don’t need them. What I need is your blessing to fight Abram.”
The doors opened.
She strolled off. Her ass was perfect in that tight dress. I wanted to scream and fuck her all at the same time. But more than anything, every part of me yearned to rip that garment off her.
Good choice on the outfit, mysh, I can barely concentrate.
She walked towards the limo.
Our driver opened the door.
My cock hardened at the idea of being alone with her soon.
She climbed in.
I followed and shut the door.
As soon as the limo sped off, she pulled the arm of her dress off and slipped the other side down too.
What is she doing?
Further pulling the dress down, she exposed a black lace bra.
Groaning, I yanked her into my arms.
She shrieked. “You’re crazy.”
“You think you’re going to spoil me with a nice dinner and then give me that sweet pussy? Hmmm. And with that, you think everything will be fine?”
She pulled the dress down a little more. “I wasn’t sure if I would fuck you just yet.”
“You will.” I drank in the sight of those full breasts in the lace bra.
She gave me a wicked smile. “Maybe, if you improve your attitude.”
“I will fuck you. More important, with what you did today, you think you won’t be punished?” I let her go.
She scooted away.
Now, you know I’m not playing around.
Instead of apologizing or saying anything, she pulled her dress down to her hips, lifted up from the seat, and yanked the dress down to her ankles.
I stifled a lusty groan.
No. We’re better than this. Show her who’s running things.
I took steady breaths in and out, doing my best to not fall into her trap.
Just one look and then we talk.
Emily’s body was perfection. Not skinny. Lots of curves. I gazed at those large, voluptuous breasts and then directed my view to the tiny panties.
My cock stirred, begging to bust out of my pants.
She turned her wicked eyes my way. “Do you forgive me?”
“You’re pussy won’t solve every situation, mysh.”
She quirked her brows. “No?”
“No,” I growled.
Leaning over, she began to pull her dress back up.
I snatched it back down to her ankles. “Get on your knees.”
“Why? Shouldn’t we talk this through?”
“I’m going to stuff your mouth with my cock.”
“Then, you have to say that you forgave me.”
“I don’t.” I shook off my suit jacket and placed it onto the floor. “Get on your knees. Rest them on my jacket. I want you comfortable, when I put my cock deep in your throat.”
She lowered to the ground and got on her knees, placing them on my jacket.
“Bad little mouse.” I was hungry to feel her mouth on my length. My cock pushed against my pants with the memory of the last time she sucked me off. My eyes locked on her tongue as she licked her lips. My cock grew harder.
“I’m sorry, Kaz, but I was safe.”
“You avoided my men and rushed off to a drug house and shot up the place.”
“And with not one scratch.” She grabbed the top of my pants, unbuttoned them, and pulled the zipper down. She hooked her fingers beneath the waist of my pants and dragged them down, along with my boxer briefs. My cock sprang free, aching for the heat of her mouth.
She moved closer to my cock.
I stopped her. “You make no move against Abram without talking to me.”
“Do you want updates, or me to get your approval first?”
“Which answer will keep my cock going into your mouth?”
“I’m fine with updating you.” She kissed the tip.
I moaned.
She got ready to suck me off again.
I held her head. “You update me. And when something goes down, Pavel and David help.”
“And who will have your back?”
“Let me worry about that.” I pulled her head closer to my cock, unable to stop the inevitable—my getting lost within her passion.
When she wrapped her mouth around my length, she owned me. There was nothing I could do about that.
“Fuck, mysh.” I watched my cock disappear into her hot, greedy mouth. She almost swallowed me whole. I hissed as the head of my cock hit the back of her throat.
With that hot, wet mouth, she pulled back, gently sucking the mushroom tip and licking every inch.
“What would I do without you, mysh?” I threaded my fingers in her long black hair, holding her head in place, so I could thrust deeper into her mouth. With her hand, she encircled my cock at the base, moving to her own rhythm.
Her cadence quickened. She bobbed her head, taking my cock in deeper and driving me crazy.
Lovely tension built up in my balls. As if knowing what I was thinking, she reached her hand up and cupped them, tenderly massaging.
“Yes, mysh.” I gripped the back of her head and fucked her mouth. Muffled moans left those lips. A lusty tingling sensation rose in my balls. “You’re going to take my cum because you were so fucking bad today.”
She moaned.
“Yeah. Deep in your mouth.” I thrust my cock into her. Tenderly gripping her head, I pulled her off my cock.
She gasped. Her mouth remained open. Spit dripped out, painting her chin in saliva.
With my other hand, I gripped my soaking wet cock and pumped the tip with my fist. “I want this all over your face.”
She licked her lips.
“You’ve been so bad today.”
“Show me how bad.”
I pumped the head. Cum spurt from the tip and sprayed into her waiting mouth. She swallowed my release, put her mouth back on my cock, and licked the length clean.
“God, I love you.” My greedy fat length was still hard, still hungry for her.
“Take off those panties.” I got on the floor.
She quickly discarded the panties and bra.
Seconds later, I had her bent over the back seat.
“Fuck me, Kaz. Now.” She placed her hands onto the seat and spread her legs. That plump ass was ready for me.
I reached down between her legs, finding her pussy drenched in arousal. I swirled my fingers around that lovely slickness.
“Oh!”
I thrust my fingers inside of her wet pussy. “This is all mine.”
She taunted, “Says who?”
I growled.
She wiggled her ass, knowing it would make me crazy.
I spanked her ass once, spread the cheeks wide, and then lined the tip of my cock up with her anus. “Are you ever going to learn your lesson?”
“No.”
“Damn you.” I pierced her. My cock disappeared into that tight channel. Her ass jiggled around me. Pumping deep into her, I reached around and grabbed her plump breasts in my hands.
“Oh, Kaz!” she screamed.
I pinched her nipples.
She moaned again.
And then I used my other hand to toy with her clit. Taking me easily, she moved back and forth.
The sounds of my balls slapping against her ass filled the air. Continuing to ride her, I grabbed her hair and tightened my grip. “I wish I could be inside of you all day.”
“Oh God, yes!”
My heart sped up. I continued playing with her clit—so wet with her arousal and sensitive to the touch. Thrusting some more, I used my fingers to strummed and played with
her clit. Back and forth. Fucking and toying. Licking and grunting. I didn’t stop until she screamed, and her orgasm made her explode into shudders under me.
“I’m coming!”
“Are you now?” I pounded into that ass.
“Oh, God!” She clenched her ass down around my cock. The pressure forced my own orgasm.
She fell limp on the seat, while I lost myself to sensation after sensation.
For the second time that night, I came hard in the limo. When I barely finished, my words road my pants. “Goddamn it. This is why I would bomb a whole country over you.”
I slowly pulled out of her. My wet cock hung low, content and utterly pleased. My breaths came quick and hard. My heart boomed in my ears. My blood rushed fast in my veins.
I crashed to the floor, unable to deal with anything until the numbness went away.
In the end—as usual—I didn’t know who taught who the lesson—her or me.
Chapter 24
Date Night
Kazimir
It took a while to clean both of us up.
Still, I was very happy with myself.
The driver took us to the front of a luxury building.
I opened the door and let my mouse out.
And then I turned around and gazed at my surprise, knowing exactly where we were heading. “Who told you, mysh?”
She grinned. “Who told me what?”
“Who told you the name of my favorite restaurant?”
“Pavel.”
“The traitor.”
“He said you were upset and that a tight dress and nice restaurant might help. He also thought that I might like to take you out of the house tonight.”
I grunted.
“Don’t be mad. I think it was great advice.”
“He’s supposed to keep my counsel, not yours.”
I turned back to the White Rabbit. I couldn’t help myself. I smiled.
The White Rabbit was rated the top restaurant in Moscow. It was considered the most prestigious establishment in the city and the main gastronomic attraction of the capital.
The restaurant was located under a glass dome on the 16th floor of, Smolenskiy Passage.
Chef Vladimir Zarkov was an artist with Russian cuisine. He took a traditional dish and heightened it. Every dish from the White Rabbit menu was a result of gastronomical expedition and a special respect for traditions. Borscht soup was no longer a simple delicacy. At the White Rabbit, it came with fried crucians, baked beans, and turnip crisps. He took a veal tongue and cooked it into a bird cherry dough with morel sauce.
And the enjoyment didn’t stop there. The White Rabbit included a gastro-bar that combined the lush flavors of high-end food with cocktails charms. He created masterpieces that were as much art as any award-winning literature, or painting.
We went inside and rode the elevator up.
Once we appeared, Chef Zarkov hurried our way to personally escort us to a separate room set aside for VIPs.
Emily smirked. “I see you’re a regular customer.”
“One of the most faithful.”
“Some may even consider you an important man.”
I shrugged. “Who are these crazy people?”
Inside, the big room was decorated in white with blushing pink swags over the windows. Pink lights sat on the tables. Many people crowded the space. All donned expensive outfits—designer suits and high-fashion dresses.
The host met us at the doorway. “Mr. Solonik, it is a pleasure, sir.”
Nodding, I tightened my grip on Emily’s hand, happy that she’d brought me here.
Our host held two large leather-bound menus and guided us forward, weaving us through diners and taking us to the best table in the room. It was a table near the window that provided an amazing view of the city.
He pulled out two chairs for us. We sat down. Then, he snapped his fingers for the wine waiter and placed two menus in front of us. “Enjoy.”
I smiled. “We will.”
Emily looked through her menu. “What would be the best thing to order?”
“We should get the tasting menu. There, the chef will provide us with small portions of everything he serves in the restaurant.”
Her face brightened. “That sounds delicious. I’m starving.”
“Has the baby raised your appetite?”
“I think my pregnancy is starting to get there. This morning I was less nauseous. Currently, I feel like I could eat three elephants with a bucket of fries.”
“Perfect. The tasting menu will satisfy you and my little one. Black sea oysters, Rapa whelk from Yalta, Crimean truffle and other delicacies of contemporary Russian cuisine.”
“I don’t know what any of that is, but I’m happy to eat it.”
The wine waiter appeared and took my order.
Emily remained with her glass of water.
A minute later, the wine waiter hurried off.
Emily looked round the room. “This looks like a high-end group.”
“Russian celebrities and oligarchs. The typical crowd.”
“And they know you?”
“If they’re anyone worth knowing, then they do.”
“Oh god.” She leaned back in her chair. “Either way, this place is a great vacation from the horrors of today.”
“Tell me more about your tour of Kapotnya.”
“Abram took over an old shopping center and set up krokodil drug center inside.”
“And you shot the man overseeing everything there?”
“Yes. They called him Erik.”
Tension built in my shoulders. “Erik? His cousin Erik.”
She opened her mouth in shock. “Are you sure? Maybe, it was. . .another Erik.”
“Fat and stupid?”
“Yeah. That was who I shot.”
“Erik was a big fuck up. I’m sure Abram put him in Kapotnya to keep him out of trouble.”
“So. . .Abram may not be too pissed?”
“He will be. Although it’s not his favorite cousin, he’ll want to save face.”
“Well. . .I’m sorry for Abram, but being that he’s pimping out little girls, he’s lucky I only killed his cousin today.” She shrugged. “And now I’m going to shut down his brothel.”
“If he doesn’t shut it down before you. Abram will want to hide it from me.”
“It’s too late for that. I already know.”
“You keep saying underage. How old are they?”
“Some as young as twelve.”
My gut twisted in horror. I thought about the daughter that we lost.
The wine waiter arrived with my glass of red wine.
I rubbed the tension in my temples. “Come back in ten minutes with a large vodka.”
He nodded and left.
Emily gave me a sad smile. “So. . .I’ve fucked up.”
“Kind of. I’m in a tight position, but being that these are young girls, no one will care what I do to him. Many have sisters or daughters. The few that don’t mind the idea of underaged prostitutes would never say it out loud. I assume they hide this behavior from men like me. Like Abram did.” I swallowed down some of my wine. “Valentina never liked Abram. She found him creepy.”
“Do you think Abram is one of the monkey head people.”
“He could be. As soon as you started recruiting the men in Kapotnya, the monkey heads arrived.”
“But then what about the Knights of Babylon?”
“They could be involved, or Abram could have put the symbol there to have me looking somewhere else.”
Emily sipped her water.
Our main waiter came and placed my vodka on the table.
I ordered the tasting menu for the both of us.
Half bowing, he took our menus and left.
Emily gave me a worried glance. “How do we figure out if Abram is involved or not? The clock is ticking with the brothel since I shot Erik.”
“Oh, so now you want to consult me?”
She frowned.
“He was poisoning the community—”
“And are you going to kill every one of my brothers that poison a community? If so, you’ll need my bombs to deal with it.”
“I know you’re the Bratva, not the boy scouts, but krokodil was rotting young kids in my district. Abram shouldn’t have lied about that or the brothel.”
“If Abram had told me, I would’ve made him end it. His hiding it was disrespectful.” I smiled. “That’s why I’m not too concerned with your killing his cousin or ending the drug house. He won’t come to me about this. And if you ruin that brothel, he’ll figure out a way to deal with you, without his hands getting dirty. That is what has me concerned.”
She tapped the table. “Do you want me to end the war with him?”
Of course I did, but would that stop her? Part of the reason why I loved Emily was due to her independence and stubbornness. She would listen to me for now due to the pregnancy, but I didn’t want to push her. With my mouse, I had to fight the right battles at the right time.
And at this moment, Abram was not as big a threat as the monkey head guy or the possible involvement of the Knights of Babylon. Better she focuses on Abram, then concentrate on them.
I placed my hands on the table and threaded my fingers together. “Behind his back, Abram is called the Vulture.”
“That doesn’t sound good.”
“When I was a child, my mother once told me about vultures and how they catch their prey. A creature dies, and vultures with their keen sense of smell, can detect the corpse from a mile away. They assemble together and fly in a continuous circle around the creature until it is decided to go in for the feasting.”
“Do you see Abram as a vulture?” she asked.
“He was always an opportunist in the darkest ways. Taking from weak. Hurting the poor. Robbing from anyone, even his own family. But in the brotherhood, those skills get you promoted.”
“Has Abram ever been a problem for you?”
“Not until today.”
“And his men?”
“They’re considered vultures too.” I took a sip of my vodka. “Be careful. Vultures don’t just swoop down and devour the dead. It’s a ceremony. I’ve always thought it was strange that these wicked birds would create a ritual around a rotting carcass for minutes before perfecting the ideal time to devour.”
“I’ll be careful.”
“You don’t make any more moves without me.”
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