Kaznachei’s Pain

by Mason, V. F.

  What did he mean?

  “Well, it’s three of us and one of you,” the man replied, quirking his mouth to the side as his friends chuckled. “Odds are not on your side, Kaznachei.”

  Kaznachei, meaning he handled all the Bratva finances and business transactions. The financial advisor of the brotherhood controlled all the money and invested it to build their empire. No contract could be signed without his presence, and he made sure no one deceived the pakhan. He also held great responsibility, because the brotherhood’s money and income depended on him. Usually if a kaznachei made a mistake, he was killed by the brotherhood. His job was that important.

  The infamous Yuri Radionov who hated having pictures taken and almost no one recognized him for the lethal man he was. Our reports and spies didn’t provide us with much information on the five most elite men in the Bratva, but Yuri had been the most mysterious of them all. I had a feeling it had to do with his past.

  But whoever he was, I was not his, and he wasn’t mine to rely on to protect me when I was capable of doing it myself.

  I took out my badge and opened my mouth to talk, when around ten men circled the intruders, pointing their guns at them. Lorenzo Alario stepped next to us, flashing a grin to Yuri, but then it transformed into a scowl as he addressed the men. “You know the punishment for entering our territory without my permission.”

  Well, the Cosa Nostra’s consigliere was here. He was advisor and right hand to the don, representing him in all the everyday situations and meetings. The only man who could order and go against the consigliere’s word was the boss himself. That was how much power Lorenzo possessed.

  He clicked his fingers and three shots aiming at the legs erupted. The interlopers cried out in pain, dropping to the floor, and then Lorenzo motioned with his head to the side.

  His men picked up the Boston chain and dragged them to wherever.

  Lorenzo’s brows rose when he noticed me, but then he half smiled, which looked more like a grimace on his scarred face. The fatal bomb changed him from a handsome man into a man whose whole body and face ended up with scars.

  But I suspected the scars he harbored inside were far worse than those on the outside. And he didn’t even give a certain golden-haired beauty a chance to heal them after the shit she put him through.

  “Melissa,” he greeted, picking up my hand and placing a light kiss on the back of it. “Always a pleasure to see you.”

  Snatching my hand back, I glared at him even as I willed my control back. I was getting tired of always mingling with mafia cases when it wasn’t even part of my job. I’d focused on human trafficking, but lately all such cases connected me one way or another to various brotherhoods. “Can’t say the same, Lorenzo. These men came after me.”

  “Why are they here for you?” Yuri asked, but I ignored him, keeping my focus on Lorenzo.

  He gave a curious look to Yuri and muttered something in Italian before answering me. “It’s family business now, Melissa. This territory belongs to Don, and as I said, they entered without permission. I can, however, ask for information if you want.” Although he was acting all polite, we both knew the warning was clear.

  Mostly criminals were afraid of the FBI, but not the New York Cosa Nostra chain led by Don Giovanni. He had connections everywhere, and I meant everywhere. He ruled his house with an iron fist, and having a moral code, he kept peace on the streets, enough that the big guns wanted to keep him in his place.

  Meaning that we rarely interfered with his dealings, and he usually supplied those that we needed. But we knew to stay away when something was “family business.”

  So I had no other choice but to nod. I could call him later and ask if they mentioned my name. I really thought it had nothing to do with me, but maybe they were aiming for the Cosa Nostra who allowed me to interrogate the snitch in the first place.

  “Very well,” I said and shrugged. “See you soon, then.” He nodded, and with a sigh, I rubbed my forehead and wondered why the hell going out seemed like a good idea in the first place.

  It always ended in some kind of disaster for me.

  I turned around and headed in the direction of the exit, quickly navigating between the mafia members who just nodded at me, clearly used to my face at this point, and finally got out to breathe in fresh air. I exhaled softly.

  Maybe I needed a vacation, a break to digest all the stuff that had happened to me and regroup. I didn’t feel I contributed much anymore to this job. My boss would rip me a new one if he knew I interacted with them outside the cases.

  “Who are you?” A voice from behind me startled me, and I spun around to see Yuri standing next to me. He pressed me roughly against his chest before I stumbled back. “How does Lorenzo know you?” There was something odd about his voice, but I didn’t dwell on it much.

  I wiggled free of his hold, ignoring the prickling of electricity on my bare skin where his fingers skimmed.

  “None of your business. Leave me alone, Kaznachei.” I expected him to give some kind of reaction, but not the mocking smirk, with his stare staying dangerously blank. Hollow and void of any emotions, yet it caused a slight tremor to rush through me, and not the good kind. Why would his title evoke such emotion?

  “Law enforcement. It’s a skill to put so much distaste in one title,” he replied, and before I could say anything else, he fisted my shirt, bringing us closer again so that his lips were inches away from mine, and informed me, “I want you. Tonight.”

  My eyes widened at this information, and I swallowed under his intense stare and tone, which awoke dangerously passionate emotions inside me.

  But then the memory of him acting like an ass by the bar came to mind, and I pushed him away. He didn’t even budge under my assault; instead, his hands traveled to my nape and he held me firmly in place, while keeping his focus on me. “Let go,” I warned, as I was done playing nice. If he wanted his ass kicked in the middle of the street for everyone to see, he could be my guest.

  Anger was easier to focus on than the lust that broke goose bumps on my skin. “One night, Melissa.” I wished he wouldn’t say my name as if he tasted it on his tongue like the richest wine. “What do you have to lose?”

  Wasn’t that the million-dollar question?

  What did I have to lose besides a pity party at home to celebrate my birthday alone once again? With no one there to hold me?

  This stranger, or rather this dangerous man, didn’t seek anything permanent, and although I’d noticed other women eyeing him back in the bar, clearly my refusal made me an interesting one among them.

  Hard to get and all that jazz.

  But more importantly, Yuri had no ability to hurt me, because sex with him held no illusions or feelings besides the physical encounter. And if I found a man with whom I was willing to sleep for one night, why not take the opportunity and ride the wave while it lasted?

  Might as well.

  “Your place or mine?” As the words spilled from my lips, thunder echoed in the sky and I barely contained a grin.

  Even nature was shocked with the FBI agent wanting to hook up with a Bratva member.

  Yuri

  Pushing her into the Bratva penthouse that Dominic rented for the crew whenever we visited, I shut the door behind us and the lock automatically clicked. The sound brought finality to the dance we’d been dancing since the first hello.

  The ride in the car was silent as neither of us commented on anything, probably each one of us afraid it would break the spell and we’d bolt.

  After all, I’d fucking lost my mind wanting to fuck an FBI agent, but nothing could have stopped me; she awoke deep desires to possess her, even for one night. Only she could bring me relief, so I didn’t care about consequences. Not that there would be many.

  “This is”—she swept her gaze over the penthouse and licked her lips, bringing my attention to the fullness of them, and I wanted to lick and bite on them so they’d be scarlet—“a nice place,” she said, and I shrugged.
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  I couldn’t care less about her appreciating the decor.

  The thing wasn't even fully furnished. A white couch sat on the black marble floor. It had a kitchen and bar, three empty bedrooms, and one—mine—with a mattress, candles, and painting equipment. Dominic loved to do that so none of us touched it, especially not under current circumstances.

  It gave me a perfect view of the Empire State Building as well, the only saving grace of it for me; I could gaze from the window for hours and my mind stayed blank.

  Her mouth opened to probably add some bullshit again, but I chose that moment to remove my jacket and throw it on the table, my vest following.

  I slowly tugged on my tie, sliding it from my neck as her eyes followed every movement, her chest rising and falling. Then I unbuttoned my shirt, and the minute she had a clear view of my naked six-pack, her breath hitched. “I….” She blinked, as I disposed of the shirt and then unzipped my pants, stepping out of them along with my underwear and shoes.

  Only the moonlight shone brightly, giving us a clear picture of each other. My hands longed to rip off her clothes to see if the blush on her cheeks would spread to her skin.

  I had never needed to see and touch a woman’s body more than in that moment.

  And this only intensified my need for her, all consequences be damned.

  Melissa

  His body was simply beautiful, hard muscles everywhere, while his tanned, tattoo-covered skin almost called for me to run my fingers over it. Celtic signs, several words I couldn’t understand, and a V-shaped one right under his stomach.

  Then my eyes travelled lower and widened, as I licked my lips.

  His heavy, rigid cock stood out, and I hoped it wouldn’t freaking tear me in two, as I’d never taken one as big as this.

  My pussy clenched, and I breathed heavily, stepping back as he moved forward, while all thoughts escaped my mind. “No need to run, darling. I’ll find you in any corner.” The accent laced his words, while the pulse beat in his neck indicating that as much as he stayed almost cool on the outside, the insane need driving and spreading inside me was just as unbearable to him.

  And my body didn’t give a damn that this was wrong on so many levels with him being a mafia member, from the Konstantinov Bratva no less!

  I took another step, and this time my back hit the wall. He caged me in, plastering his splayed palms on either side of my head as he pressed into me, and I gasped at his cock digging into my stomach. “Last chance to say no,” Yuri murmured, leaning closer so our mouths were inches away from each other. I caught his drilling blue stare, and despite the passionate haze, I detected something unfamiliar there.

  Something akin to desperation, as if he needed this on some deeper level. Without thinking, my hands rose of their own accord, palming his face, my thumb lifting to rub his lower lip. He jerked in my hold, but I rose on my toes, not giving him the chance. “I don’t want to run away. We own tonight, right?” I replied and locked our mouths in a kiss, and he froze for a moment, but then everything changed.

  Our first kiss.

  He tasted like the richest wine mingled with cigarettes. He handled my mouth as if it were his personal property, rolling his tongue around and stamping a claim inside it, holding me so close to him I could barely breathe. I grabbed his hair to keep my balance from the intensity of his passion as he breathed in, giving me a second to enjoy the air in my lungs right before he cut the oxygen back off, diving in for yet another breathtaking kiss. His masculine smell, his hard body that seemed to draw toward mine, his strong arms that practically locked me in them—all this only intensified the inferno slowly building and building within me. He yanked me against him, not allowing me to forget who was there with me.

  As if I could ever doubt it, considering I’d never felt like this before.

  He let go of my mouth as I gulped as much air as possible, and then his hands ripped my shirt open, sending buttons flying everywhere. He skimmed his lips over my neck, biting it lightly and then licking down the collarbone, his skillful fingers unclasping the front of my lacy black bra. The minute he pushed back one cup, he thumbed my aching nipple right before closing his lips over it, sucking on the flesh lightly at first but then harder.

  I moaned, lacing my fingers in his hair, tugging on it and likely causing pain, but I didn’t care. The sensation sent electricity through my aroused body, making me wetter with each lick, and then he moved to the other breast. But instead of giving it relief, he blew on the tight peak right before licking around it, all while his hands travelled down, unzipping my pants and locking on my hips. “Please, Yuri.” He bit on it, just grazing the skin, and I shivered, but then I couldn't think again as he finally closed his lips around it and sucked, and all I could do was throw my head back and enjoy what he was doing.

  But then he stopped, raising his wild eyes to mine and muttering, “It’s not enough.” Not enough? What did he mean by that? All he had to do was push my pants a little lower and enter me with his big, aching…

  I had only time to blink as he moved me away from the wall slightly and held me as I swayed a little. He quickly removed my jacket, shirt, and bra, and then kneeled in front of me, licking down my stomach as he slid his hands along with my panties down, and ordered, “Step out of them.” I listened and then stepped out of my shoes. He left me standing completely naked and vulnerable to him.

  For a second, I was uncomfortable, wanting to cover myself as he just stared at me, but then he growled, “Fucking gorgeous,” right before he hooked my leg over his shoulder and dove inside me with his tongue, tearing a scream from the back of my throat.

  He didn’t tease; he didn’t try to slowly ease in. No, instead, he opened me up and entered me with his tongue deep as his fingers dug into my ass cheeks, bringing me closer to him, if it were possible. He skimmed inside my walls, almost fucking me with it, but when I slowly started to grind on it, he slid it out. Before I could complain, he licked my clit, twirling his tongue around it, then closed his mouth over it and sucked, while two of his fingers pushed into me, stretching me as if preparing me. He flicked the nub then pressed against the skin before sliding lower and licking my lips up and down, up and down, spreading the wetness all over my heated core. He breathed me in, muttering, “I could taste you for hours.”

  And then he stroked inside me, and I moaned, begging, “Please, enough.” He just chuckled and continued to play, dipping his tongue again and twirling around my clit.

  He devoured my core for what seemed like an hour, bringing me to the edge. Then he stopped to repeat everything, all while I tugged on his hair, wanting to push him away, but only pulling him firmly against me.

  “If you don’t—” I warned, but lost my words as he finally skimmed his lips up and up, trailing back and smashing our mouths together, allowing me to taste myself on him. He groaned as I whimpered, hooking my leg around him to climb up, needing him to jerk his hips a little so I could feel this hardness inside me.

  Instead, once again, he did as he wished; he teased and then walked with me to the bed as he continued to ravish my mouth while his fingers dug into my hips, no doubt leaving bruises that wouldn't fade for days.

  He threw me on the bed, breathing heavily, and I bounced on it, holding his stare and licking my lips as the head of his cock bobbed. “No.” He spoke as if reading my mind, and my brows furrowed. “If your lips so much as touch me, I’m going to fucking spill in your mouth.” And that was a bad idea, how? I could still taste myself on him, but I wanted to know his unique taste.

  Reading my expression, since apparently I was freaking transparent in that moment, he groaned once again as he took out a condom from the bedside table. “You are not helping.”

  “I need—” My voice turned raspy, almost needy, and he muttered something under his breath, quickly putting on the condom right before he got on the bed, looming over me. I arched my back, longing for his rugged muscles to dig into me.

  He didn’t make me wait this
time; instead, he shouldered my calves and gave himself enough space to enter my slick heat with one, smooth jerk, then froze, stretching me to the point of mild pain.

  He swallowed my scream with his kiss, while my nails scratched his back, urging him to resume, and he did, pulling back and then entering me again. I gasped into his mouth when his hands pressed on my hips, opening me wider for his thrusts.

  Yuri moved flawlessly, bringing me closer and closer to the edge with each movement. He nibbled on my ears, driving me freaking insane. He continued to give me pleasure, sending us deeper and deeper into the spiral of bliss as his hard cock thrust into me.

  Sweat coated our skin as he glided in and out, and I placed my hands on the sheet, gripping the silk in my palms, because I didn’t want to beg. Why must he be so cruel? Couldn’t he just give us what we both so desperately wanted?

  “Tight, so tight,” he said as if he hated it, as if enjoying it now brought him nothing but self-loathing. “I can’t fucking get enough of you,” he murmured and bit my lips, and I gasped when he thrust harder, almost painfully, but he soothed it as he pressed his thumb to my clit, speeding me up. “Come on, Melissa. Give it to me.”

  My pussy clamped around him, and I hugged him closer, then just like that, the fire in me exploded and my screams echoed through the space. Thousands of sensations spread through me, each one better than the last, making me float in a place I’d never been before. He gave a few more thrusts, and I bit my lip as I watched him still inside me, but then he groaned above me, finding his own release.

  If I’d known the consequences of this decision, I probably would have never slept with him. As it created a chain reaction of events neither of us expected.

  Yuri

  I was supposed to feel nothing, yet… I felt everything.

  And I’d never hated myself more.

  Melissa

  I lay breathing heavily, gazing at the ceiling, while Yuri slept soundlessly next to me, a permanent frown sculpted on his face. You wouldn’t have guessed the man so engrossed and passionate not so long ago and this guy were the same person.