Sergei: Russian Mafia Romance (Red Bratva Billionaires Book 2)

by Coco Miller

  He sits down and takes me over his knee. “Do you still think funny?”

  “What are you doing?”

  He pulls my skirt up, pulling back his hand. “Punishing you.”

  I couldn’t believe it. He was treating me like a child. Pulling me over his lap and he was about to spank me.

  “Sergei.” I try to reason with him, but before I can get any more words out, I feel the hot sting of his hand making contact with my cotton covered ass.

  “Ouch.”

  He pulls my panties down my legs and spanks my ass again, massaging it as soon as the sting begins to settle.

  “You think it’s joke now?”

  He slaps my ass cheeks again and then slides them between the folds of my pussy. Pain and pleasure. Such a delightful mixture.

  “I love your ass.” He growls and then spanks me one more time before running his fingers along my seam.

  So rough before, now he was all gentle. Touching and rubbing. Wetness drenched his fingers as I could feel his dick growing beneath me.

  “I’m sorry,” I say unsure as to why I was really apologizing, but knowing that’s what he desired to hear.

  It finally occurs to me that Sergei likes the idea of being in control. Every time he punishes me it turns him on...and me. I continue to beg, asking for forgiveness as the bulge in his pants grows even harder.

  “Kai,” he growls out as his fingers plunged deep inside me. He pulls them out and spanks me again.

  “Ow, I’m sorry,” I say, playing his game. It turns me on knowing he was into it.

  He stands me up as he pulls the waistband of his pants down. “Ride me.”

  “What about a condom?” I glance down at his throbbing cock and the drop of precum glistening from the tip.

  He points to a drawer near the end of the kitchen. “Top drawer.”

  I run over, rustling through the drawer he mentions. When I see the foil packet, I bring it back to him.

  “You do it,” he says.

  I rip the packet open, unsure of how to put one on. I’d never done this before. “I’m not sure.”

  He takes my hands with the condom in it and guides me, helping me to secure the latex over him.

  “Now get on my fucking cock and ride it.”

  I straddle him and his fingers play with my clit just before I slowly lower myself down his member. He unbuttons my white blouse, pulling it down my arms and throwing it onto the floor.He leans in, sucking my nipple through my satin bra. I rock along his dick as my hands reached around to remove the bra for him.

  “Wait.” He stops any further movements of my arms and his other hand wraps around my wrists, pinning my hands behind my back.

  He pulls on my arms, arching my back in the process. He was in control, slamming my body down on him.

  His other hand runs down between my breasts and settles between my legs, finding my clit in the process. He circled it with his fingers, pulling and tugging.

  The push and pull of his dick heightened my senses. My heart pounds, my mind cloudy, and my body shakes violently as my orgasm draws near.

  “Sergei, I’m going to come,” I cry.

  “Yes, kotenok. Come on me.”

  The moment my orgasm starts, he lets go of my wrists, and I wrap them around his strong, inked shoulders.

  This orgasm feels different, mixing emotions and feelings throughout. My eyes water as I watch him.

  His perfect mouth hangs slightly open with want. His eyes filled with lust, watch me closely. His manly chest, with its rapid breaths, touch mine with every thrust.

  “Kai,” he mutters as he comes deep inside me. “You’re beautiful.”

  Chapter Seventeen

  Sergei leads me into the garage where a silver car sits in the center.

  “Wow, looks like James Bond.”

  “It’s Aston Martin 2002 Vanquish,” he says matter of factly.

  “Oh, it looks like the car from James Bond.”

  “It is. Now get in.” He opens the door and I slide inside.

  Cozy and comfy. I already love his car.

  He drives down the road like he is late for something, and music fills the car. Soft, contemporary tunes.

  “Are you going to tell me where we’re going?”

  “And ruin the surprise?” He winks.

  He was relaxed. Very different from the usual uptight, mysterious persona he wore everyday. I liked this side of him.

  I imagined doing this daily with him. Us, together, spending everyday with one another.

  Sinking into the soft leather, I glance out the window at the passing trees and realize my time with him is limited. This couldn’t last forever. My father wouldn’t let me stay with him indefinitely. A frown formed of its own volition as I try to remember the fact– soon I’d go home.

  A while later we weaved down a dirt path through huge oak trees and a brick palace sat off in the distance. As we drew closer, I sat up further in my seat to gain a better look. A huge fountain-lake sat in front of the house.

  “What is this place?” I saw a woman exit the front door with long black hair.

  “This is my mother’s home.”

  I flip my attention to him, slack-jawed as he smiled. “You’re kidding, right?”

  “I never joke.” He smiles again.

  “I thought we went to your family home?”

  “That is one of them. This is another.”

  Parking the car, he exits and comes around the side to open the door for me. I was nervous. What do I say to the woman whose son only hours ago spanked me? He bought me from my father and now here I was--meeting his mother.

  “Kai,” his mother calls as soon as I was out of the car. “I’ve heard so much about you.”

  She had? This was like living in another dimension. Glancing at Sergei, he smiles and leans in to kiss his mother on the cheek.

  She has high cheekbones like her son, dark eyes, and she holds an exotic ancestry I can’t quite place. Her outfit is probably more expensive than Sergei’s car, and I glance down to my own skirt and blouse.

  “Hi. Nice to meet you, ma’am,” I say, sticking out my hand for her to shake.

  “Nyet,” she swats my hand away and pulls me in for a hug, “call me Margaret.”

  After she releases me, she leads us into her home. Palace. Mansion. Estate. It was bigger than any museum I’d ever been in.

  Glass, marble, and mahogany lined the entryway in adorning artistry. The crown molding was something to be envied, and I took in the bouquets of flowers on a table by the front door.

  “This place is gorgeous,” I say, feeling out of my element.

  “Charles, he designed it.” Margaret says.

  “Charles was my father,” Sergei says, leaning in close to my ear.

  I smile as she gives me a tour and then leads us outside to a covered patio. A glass table with three chairs is there, covered with food. It is making my mouth water.

  Mini sandwiches, fruit of all shapes and sizes, and more than enough pastries than the three of us could ever eat.

  “Wow, this is amazing.” I sound like an idiot but it’s no secret that I love food.

  Sergei pulls out the chair for his mother to sit, then me. I grab the linen cloth and place it in my lap.

  “So, Kai. I hear your father is James Ballard the accountant. We’ve worked with him for years.”

  “Yes.”

  “It’s a shame about him.”

  “Yes.”

  I keep my answers short and sweet for the remainder of lunch. Sergei holds my hand after a while, and his mother appears pleased at the fact.

  After we go back inside, she asks Sergei to grab something from her room. While we are alone, she brought me into a sitting room with flowered couches.

  “He’s never brought a girl home before.”

  “People keep telling me that.”

  “Sergei is a good son. He works hard, but at almost thirty years old, I’d like to see him settle down.”

 
“Oh,” I say again. “Of course you do.”

  “Sorry, if I’m overstepping.”

  “It’s not me that he’d be settling down with, Mrs. Isanov.”

  “That isn’t what it looks like to me.”

  I bring my finger to the strand of hair annoying me and push it behind my ear.

  “May I ask exactly what the family business is?”

  “Sergei didn’t tell you?” She laughs.

  I don’t find this funny.

  “We own Aston Martin. Ford owns a small percentage, but my dearest Charles bought it a few years before that. Before that we ran a publishing company which we still hold part ownership in.” She purses her lips. “Your father never told you how we made our wealth?”

  “No, he always made it sound like you were…well frankly mobsters.” I laugh nervously, but stop when I notice that she isn’t laughing with me.

  “Well, that’s a shame. I’ll let Sergei explain it to you.”

  As if summoned by the devil himself, Sergei steps into the room. “Here’s your sweater, Mother.”

  “Spasiba, dear.”

  She takes the sweater from Sergei’s hand and wraps it around her frail body.

  “I like her,” she says to Sergei once she’s finished. “She is a good fit.”

  Sergei sticks his hands in his pockets as he rocks on his heels. Looking very much like the obedient and observant son. Happy for his mother’s approval.

  “Da, she is.”

  Chapter Eighteen

  After a while, we leave his mother’s and he head off down the road. The car is practically silent, and it leaves space for me to get to the bottom of things. I want to ask about my father. I want to ask why the owner of a car company is holding me hostage? I want to know why my father never told us any of this?

  Sergei has other plans though. His hand lands on my knee as he drives at record speed. “I’ve been fantasizing about the sweet pussy under this skirt.”

  He inches his fingers higher up my thigh. He continues down the windy road as his fingers make their way up my skirt. Trees zoom by as my head falls back against the seat. His fingers trace the lining of my panties, and I spread my legs for him.

  Adrenaline flows through me as his hand edges higher and higher. He makes contact with my sweet spot, and pushes my panties aside. I lean further into the plush leather seat and let out a moan.

  He plays me like a fiddle as my sex heated. Undulating against his hand, he never kept his eyes off the road.

  He is a skilled performer and I knew I was in over my head. My release hits me faster than anything ever in my life. I scream his name and he laughs as I do.

  After our escapade, he pulls into an empty lot. A brick building sat off in the distance.

  “What are we doing?”

  “I need to lick you clean. I bet you’re soaked. Spread your legs and show me your sweet pizda.”

  Sergei gets out of the car and opens the passenger side door. He kneels on the ground, spreads my legs, and eats my pussy clean. Once we’re finished it’s time for him to show me something else.

  “Where are we going?” I ask as he helps me out of the car on giggly legs.

  “This is our publishing company.”

  “Are we going inside? Is it closed down?”

  “Well, it’s Saturday, so it’s closed for the weekend.” He walks up to the door and produces a key. I’d almost lost track of the days being with him.

  He opens the door and we stepped inside. The place, even though it is empty, has a literary feel that excites me. He shows me the many different offices and leads me to the basement.

  “Oh, what’s down here?” I ask.

  “Come on, I’ll show you. You’ll love it.”

  I shrug my shoulders and continue on down the stairs.

  Down the hall, he opens a wooden door and inside holds big brass machines.

  “What are these?”

  “Printing press machines.”

  “Oh, wow. This is cool.” I run my hand over the old machinery and smile at the sparkle in Sergei’s eyes.

  “I thought you might like it here. I think you should give writing a try.” He glances away, staring at the brass handle of one of the presses.

  “Yeah, maybe.”

  It grows silent between us and I wonder what is going through his mind. This man, his sexual fantasies, and now his complete interest in my future had me wondering seriously about his sincerity.

  He guides me around the rest of the building, stopping on the top floor in front of a large, glass window.

  “That’s my office. I mainly work from home, but when I do come in, this is where I hang out.”

  “So you publish books?”

  “The editorial team here does. I am more of the numbers guy.”

  What a coincidence that Sergei has a hand in the very thing I dream about doing. Eventually we leave the building, back to his little sports car, and we race off down the road.

  My mind tries to comprehend everything his mother has told me and what Sergei’s shown me in the past few hours.

  It’s a completely different side to the Sergei Isanov I imagined him to be. And now I want to know more. My brain feels like a sponge, wanting to absorb every tiny detail of this man.

  This man who bought me to collect a debt.

  Chapter Nineteen

  We come to a small field on the outskirts of the city. He parks the car, and we both get out. A large bridge is off at a distance, and I smile at all the wildflowers poking out of the ground.

  “This place is beautiful,” I say as he leads me to a rock to have a seat. Overlooking the bay, I smile as the wind dances across my skin.

  “I come out here sometimes to think, or if I’m having a bad day,” he breathes out.

  “You have a bad day? I didn’t think you were capable of emotion,” I joke.

  “Oh, ha ha. I know how to feel. It’s just easier not to.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “I close myself off to the heartache feeling causes.”

  “Not always. Sometimes feeling can be a good thing.” I nudge his shoulder with mine as he smiles.

  “Da, but remember with pleasure comes pain. Wouldn’t you agree?”

  “Not always. I mean it doesn’t have to, ya know?”

  “Sometimes the pain makes the pleasure that much greater.”

  “So, what bad thing are you running from Mr. Isanov?” I ask and he looks out over the city.

  “You.”

  “What do you mean?” I didn’t understand his answer, and waited as he breathed out his reply.

  “The feelings I have for you. They bring me both pain and pleasure.” He runs his finger down my cheek, and I sigh.

  His lips meet mine in the most tender of a kiss. I didn’t want it to end.

  Our tongues intertwine and we moaned into each other’s mouths.

  We stay locked together for what feels like an eternity before we leave the field.

  As he drives, he smiles. “Anywhere else you want to go?”

  “Yes.”

  “Home?” he asks sarcastically.

  I want to show him how to have a little fun. I felt daring, bold and wanted to be free with him.

  “Have you ever done Tilt?”

  He turns the car around and heads off in the direction of downtown. Laughing and smiling the whole way, he grabs my hand, kissing my fingers with his soft lips.

  We park the car and make our way into the Hancock building. We buy our tickets, Sergei smiling the whole time.

  “You sure about this?” he asks.

  “Are you?” I retort.

  He laughs and wraps his arms around my shoulder. Tilt is an attraction in Chicago. The glass windows tilt a full thirty degrees out and over the city. Making you feel like you could fall down the building if the glass were to break. Falling never felt so fun when you’ve experienced it.

  My heart pounds as we walk out to the glass. Sergei grabs my hand, and the noise gets loud
er as the window moves. Gravity takes over and my body and presses into the glass. The streets below come into view and it feels scary for just a moment.

  “Do you love this?” Sergei yells over to me.

  “Yes.” I smiled, happy to be spending time with him like this.

  Happy just to be with him.

  * * *

  At the end of the day, Sergei takes us home. I mean...to his house. The thought that it feels more like my home now than living at my parent’s house is disconcerting. I try not to let it bother me as Sergei carries me up the stairs Gone With The Wind style.

  For the next few days we live in a state of harmonious bliss. We make love so much that one night seems to bleed into another.

  Until one day, everything changes.

  I come bouncing down the stairs one morning and find Sergei sitting in the armchair near the bottom.

  His face is stoic. Not an ounce of emotion anywhere. His dark eyes pierce mine before he winces.

  “Your debt has been paid. You can pack your things and my driver will take you home.”

  I shake my head. “Wait, I don’t understand.”

  I want to burst out into tears. I thought we had something. I thought he cared about me. Is he that ready for me to leave?

  “Don’t complicate things with your questions.” He rises from the chair and I rush to him.

  “Are you dumping me?!”

  He laughs harshly. “You’re barely legal. Go back to university. Sleep with college boy. Live your life.”

  “Sergei...please.”

  He glances down at me with his hard eyes. “This was only ever about the money. Grow up.”

  I slap him hard. So hard that the sound bounces off the walls of the foyer.

  He doesn’t budge an inch though, which cinches things for me. He’s done with me. I was just a plaything for him. A kitten to swat around until he got his money.

  I rush up to my room to gather my things. Fighting back the tears is the hardest, but I promise myself that I will not cry for such a monster. He is everything that I thought he was. A soulless, heartless, monster who stole my virginity and worse...my heart.