Russian Roulette (Russkaya Mafiya) (40 page)

Viktor lets loose a ferocious growl and drops to his haunches, ripping my shorts down my legs. Standing stock still, I watch him.

He rises up, hurriedly stripping his belt off and unbuttoning his pants.

“I should spank you for that mouth. I won’t though, only because you know how to suck my cock so well. Shall I make you suck my cock until I cum all over that pretty face of yours?”

Reaching into his pants he frees his swollen member, pumping and squeezing it a few times until pre-cum gathers at the tip.

I roll my eyes, still playing the part to wind him up further; this is going to feel so good. “I’m not sucking your dick, you’re lucky if I ever suck it again,” I retort stubbornly.

His eyes widen in disbelief and he huffs. Moving close to me again, he grasps onto each thigh, effectively picking me up against the cold concrete wall. He lines his thick cock up to my little hole and pushes in wildly.

“Ahhh, Viktor!” I let loose a scream as he pumps into me roughly.

My back scrapes against the ridges in the concrete and I rip my nails down his shoulder blades. He wants it rough; I can give it back to him as well. He knows exactly what I need and I know just how to push him to get it.

“Good girl, I’m going to fuck this pussy so hard, every time I touch it afterwards it’ll ache. You’ll learn not to push me, Princess, or you’ll deal with the consequences.” He forces the words between gritted teeth and I squeeze my pussy as tight as I can around him. He glares at me, then slams his eyes closed as he pushes into me harshly, grinding himself against my clit.

I moan quietly as he brings his nose against mine, his lips lightly brushing over mine as he murmurs, “And if you want a diamond on that finger, then you will suck my cock and love every minute of it.” Drawing my lip into his mouth he sucks and gently bites down.

It takes a few moments for his words to register, my eyes flashing to his in surprise. “Vik?” I start to question, but I’m cut off by him thrusting his tongue into my mouth, taking me for a rollercoaster ride with his earth shattering kiss.

He pulls back from my mouth leisurely, and pumps into my cunt with passion. “Shhh, Princess,” he murmurs, grasping my ass cheeks tightly to keep his rhythm. He squeezes them forcefully making me moan louder and I swear I feel his dick throb inside me.

“You feel so good, please don’t stop, I promise I’ll suck your cock,” I gasp between thrusts.

“I know that, love, and I’m going to fuck this little ass sometime too. I will own every single part of you, as you own me. Bawg, ya lyooBOF vee (God, I love you).”

“Oh, keep talking like that, shit, I’m going to come.”

“Good, Elaina, you come all over my big cock and I’ll fill you up with my own cum. I want to watch it drip out of your cunt when I’m finished.”

I call out loudly, climaxing at his words. My pussy squeezes him over and over and with each compression Viktor breaths out heavily.

“Please come, come in me, please,” I beg and feel his cock start to pump his seed into me. He leans his forehead on my shoulder and breaths heavily while he shoots his cum deep.

I start to relax my body after a minute, sliding down so my feet are resting on the carpet once more. Viktor pulls back and I smile sweetly at him. He clenches his jaw then drops to his knees, pushing my legs apart.

Glancing down, confused, I see him studying my cum-covered pussy with pure lust. I feel it drip and try to clench my legs closed but he holds them steady. Meeting my irises, he quickly goes back to watching my pussy.

When I least expect it, he leans in, feasting on my cunt. He sucks and licks at the combined juices like a starved man. Shoving my hand into his wild hair I yank forcefully, attempting to hold on while I’m on this amazing ride known as his mouth.

“Holy shit, Viktor! My God, you’re going to kill me!”

He thrusts two fingers into me deeply, curving them towards my belly. I bear down with the feeling of having to pee. “No, stop! I feel like I’m going to pee my pants!” I plead but he ignores me, sucking strongly on my clit.

Out of nowhere a mind-numbing orgasm hits me. I swear rockets and fireworks explode in the sky when it happens. I grasp onto him tight, attempting not to fall as I ride out the amazingly strong orgasm.

When the feelings finally subside and I feel as if I can once again open my eyes without a blinding light being there, I gasp, “What in the ever loving fuck was that?” I grasp my chest dramatically. “I’ve never in my life felt something like that!”

He shrugs nonchalantly and stands up, adjusting himself back to his perfect façade. I stand here, probably looking like I was just run over. Viktor on the other hand, with a few buttons and a tuck, returns to his normal orderly self. I don’t understand how he can pull that off so flawlessly and have to admit I may be a little jealous.

“Well, that was new! Geez, we can definitely do that again,” I chortle, grinning cheekily. “Can we head out there though, because I’m really hungry now.”

“You should have eaten this morning,” he chastises and I’m too satisfied at the moment to argue with him. If this is his plan for the future arguments we have, then I’m in for some incredible orgasms. I smirk and he shakes his head at me, exasperated.

I hear a weird snap noise and pause to concentrate. Viktor does the same and then shuffles over to the wall, putting his ear against it.

“What was that noise?”

“Shhh!” he whispers harshly and glares at me.

I swear, with his moods today, he needs to eat a freaking Snickers bar or something. I stick my tongue out at him and he turns away, focusing on the wall in front of him. The strange noise rings out several times. I can’t figure out what it could possibly be, but Viktor appears stressed. His eyes crinkle in the corners and he wears a grim expression.

“Oh for heaven’s sake! Just tell me what that noise is!” I whisper-yell, glaring back at him.

“It’s gun shots okay. Now hush.”

“Gun shots?! Holy shit! It sounds like there have been a lot. Are they going to find us?” I inquire on the cusp of freaking out.

“No, Elaina, we are in a safe room and I’m the only person who has the code to get in here. There are only two of my men who know where this room is anyhow. I believe the gun fire is probably coming from my men. They will shoot or be shot before they allow anyone in the house.”

“I don’t understand why anyone would want to shoot at each other anyhow,” I gripe, picking the nail polish off my nails. I guess now would be a good time to get dressed.

I slip my shorts back on and pull the T-shirt over my head. Geez, when did I lose my shirt? I don’t even remember him taking it off me. Good thing my head is attached or I would probably lose that too.

“SpeSHEETS (Hurry),” Viktor says to the wall.

“What conversation are you having with that concrete wall exactly?”

He turns to face me, not looking amused and cocks his left brow.

“I was saying to hurry up. I’m hoping whatever is happening out there is over quickly. It’s been quiet now for,” Viktor glances at his shiny silver watch on his left wrist, “ten minutes. I’m thinking I can go and see what’s going on.”

“You mean we.”

“I’m sorry?”

“You said for
you
to go and check it out, but you meant to say
we
can check it out.”

“No, I’m fairly certain I said it correctly. It’s simple. I go check it out, and you stay in here, secure.” His response is stern.

“I’m not staying trapped in this tiny box! You can take me willingly or as soon as you leave, I will leave on my own.”

“Absolutely not! You don’t have any kind of a weapon. You need to quit being stubborn and realize we are at war here. I won’t have you out there getting injured, or even worse, killed!”

“Oh no? And what if there’s a fire? You’re so sure I’ll be safe in here and all.”

“A fire? What are you talking about? They are shooting, not starting fires.”

“I’m aware of them shooting. But what if they kill everyone and then torch the cabin? My butt will not be locked in this box while the rest of the place goes up in flames!”

“Clearly you watch way too many movies.”

“I’m going, Viktor,” I huff at him, standing my ground.

“You know, I could lock you in here.”

“And I could kill you in your sleep, looks like we both have decisions to make.”

Viktor turns away, angrily grumbling to himself, pulling out his gun from his leg holster and meticulously screws on the silencer. That’s one mean-looking weapon he totes around.

He glances at me shortly. “Coming?”

I smile and nod.

TEN

VIKTOR

This woman is infuriating. I never cater to
anyone
else
,
but I need to make some adjustments if she’s going to stay in my life. I don’t know if she realizes just how serious I am about us being together. Ever since I first saw her, I knew she was made for me. Tate has his Emily and I have my Elaina.

I’m brought out of my thoughts as she bumps into my back. “Shhh!”

Elaina nods hurriedly and looks around the kitchen. I follow, taking stock of the broken glass and bullet holes everywhere. It looks like someone just stood outside the cabin and shot the place up.

The wind blows in, swaying the pale yellow curtains.

I gesture toward it all. “Be careful with the glass, I don’t want you to cut your feet.”

She stares at the glass riddled counters, lost in thought. Tears spill from her eyes and track down her cheeks.

“It’s okay, Princess, come here,” I utter softly, pulling her to me. She grasps my shirt and buries her head in my chest, crying silently. My poor love has been through enough this week as it is.

I have to figure out a way for this craziness to stop. She will break from it eventually and I will never move past that. I’m torn from my thoughts as a sharp pain slices from my head down through my body.

I drop my gun in shock and melt to the ground, staring in horror at Elaina. She gasps and scrambles backwards. Mouth gaping and wide eyed, she points behind me.

I feel wetness drip down over my forehead creeping towards my nose, and I touch it lightly. Pulling my hand away, I’m met with red fingers coated in my own blood. I stare at Elaina in a trance as she screams bloody murder.

In a fit of rage she dashes for my gun, raising it up in front of her, aiming it behind me.
What on earth is she aiming at?
Blinking a little of the fogginess away I watch as she yells, body jerking as she empties the clip into something behind me.

I turn slowly due to the wobbly feeling I have in my head. Lying face up on the ground behind me is a very dead Kendall, along with a large, bloody butcher knife. Confused and foggy, I consider Elaina again, and then everything goes black.

Elaina

“Alexeeeeeeeeei!” I wail as loud as possible. Rocking back and forth, weeping uncontrollably, I clasp Viktor to me tightly. The glass crinkles and stabs into my bare skin with each movement but I feel none of it. “Spartaaaaaaaaaaaak!” I scream between sobs and hiccups.

As soon as I saw Viktor close his eyes, I ran to him as quickly as possible. I shook and shook him, but he never opened his eyes. I can see and feel him breathing, but there’s no telling just how bad the damage is to his head.
God, the blood. There’s just so much blood.

I glare, angrily yelling at Kendall’s motionless body, “You evil, stupid bitch! I HATE you! How could you hurt him? He was mine! How could you?”

Coughing, I lean over and lay Viktor’s head in my lap. “I’m sorry, my love, so fucking sorry, my God,” I gasp to his unmoving body, tenderly running my hand over his soft, bloody hair.

“Alexeeeeei! Pleeeease help him!” I call frantically, my crying hysterical. I wait, holding my heart in my hands and pray to any possible being out there that can help me.

After what feels like hours, Spartak rushes in the kitchen door. He scans the entire room until his eyes fall on us in the middle of the floor.

“Miss Elaina! Are you hurt?” he asks, rushing toward me only to stop abruptly when I raise my head, pointing the gun straight for him.

“Don’t touch him,” I growl savagely.

He raises his hands up in a placating gesture and takes a step backwards. “Woah! It’s okay, it’s just me, Spar. I’m here now, so you are safe. Let me check the boss.”

“Where’s Alexei?” I sniffle and keep the gun trained on him.

“He’s outside doing perimeter and building checks. We weren’t prepared for so many people to show up.”

“Go get Alexei,” I croak, my throat raw from screaming.

“Ma’am, please. I can take over and help now if you would let me.”

“I SAID, go fucking get Alexei! I will not leave Viktor, end of discussion! Now!”

“Yes, of course, ma’am,” He nods worriedly, quickly jumping up and rushing out the back door.

I’m so sad and angry inside I feel like I could shoot ten other people right now. Not that I can. I emptied the entire clip into that bitch, but no one else knows my weapon is spent.

Seconds later I hear Alexei shouting frantically, “Viktor is hurt? Where is he? What happened to him?”

I clear my throat, and then call out hoarsely, “In here, Alexei!”

I don’t even get to finish with his name and he’s already charging through the door. He turns white as a ghost when he sees Viktor lying on the ground, frozen.

“Put the fucking gun down, Miss, now.” He grumbles and hastily makes his way to me, not even flinching as he passes my outstretched weapon. His accent is more pronounced, I’m assuming because he’s stressed out. “Tell me what happened to him, damn it.”

I draw in a deep breath and calm my tears, having to concentrate on explaining everything. “We came out of the safe room, there,” I point towards the pantry door a few feet away.

“He was warning me about the glass everywhere, you know how he is.” Alexei nods and I continue, “then out of nowhere blood pours down his forehead. When he fell to the ground I saw Kendall had that huge knife. I realized she had stabbed him in his head and when she went to stab him with the butcher knife again I shot her.”