Russian Roulette (Russkaya Mafiya) (68 page)

Gesturing to the bed I question him right away, “What happened to my pillow?”

“Are you tired?” he counters with a small smile.

“A little, but I was just wondering, did you do something with it?”

“Da.” He shrugs, “I couldn’t sleep so I brought it with me to my house. I wasn’t able to sleep while you were gone without having your smell near me.”

“My smell?”

“Yes, Pixie…I told you I have wanted you for many years. I got used to sleeping beside you for months and then poof, no more. I couldn’t close my eyes without wanting to rip my hair out of my skull.”

Hearing him admit he missed me so badly is such a turn on, I can’t help but pull him to me. Niko’s lips meet mine passionately, and his strong hands palm my ass cheeks, and pull my body up his until I’m able to wrap my legs around his waist.

My nipples harden as need explodes throughout my body. I’ve wanted him like this forever it seems. He’s hard in all the right spots, needy for me also.

Pulling away, I mumble against his lips, “I want you so bad.”

“You have me.” He murmurs back, kissing down my throat and bringing one of his hands up to cup my small breast.

“Please make love to me.”

“Say it.”

“Say what?”

“Say it, Bina.”

“Please, Nikoli?”

“Fuck yes,” he grunts and pulls the thin long sleeve shirt off over my head. I’m left in the plain cotton bra and leggings Beau had for me at his flat.

Nikoli’s mouth travels lower, kissing and licking over the swells of my breasts as he walks forward and gently lays me on top of our bed. Standing up again, he quickly shucks his T-shirt and flicks open the button on his jeans. He leaves them on, just parted at the hips as he bends over to strip my leggings off.

I’m laid before him completely bare, giving him my body now, as he already has my heart. Shamelessly, I part my legs, offering myself, wanting him badly.

Licking his lips in anticipation, he covers my body with his warmness and takes my mouth in a sinful kiss. His tongue twists and turns, taunting and enticing me to want even more of him.
I missed him so much.
I’m surrounded by him, his touch, his taste, his scent; it’s like heaven on earth.

“This is it, Sabrina. I take you and there’s no going back in our friendship, it seals the deal for me. It would already be painful turning back now, but I’d do it if you’re not one hundred percent sure you want this.” He presses his body into mine and I rub myself against him in return. He’s everything to me.

“You’re the one thing I’m sure of; the only person who I know won’t ever hurt me and will always own my heart. I’m more than ready.”

“Thank God,” he gasps and frees himself from his pants.

He’s fucking huge. I’m not talking a little above average, I’m talking oh-my-God-that-monster-won’t-fit huge.

Reaching down, he lightly rubs small circles over my clit and sucks my nipples into his mouth so strongly it brings a pinch of pain with the pulses of pleasure. There’s no need for any of it though, I already want him so badly I feel like I may implode. After a few moments, Niko rubs the head of his cock through my wetness before working himself inside me.

A loud moan escapes as he pushes in deeper, my back is throbbing right now but I ignore the discomfort, as he kisses me into pure bliss.

“Fuck, Bina.”

“Oh God, I know!” I gasp and wrap my legs around his waist again, pulling him in even deeper.

“You can’t do that; I will fucking explode,” he grunts and I reach around, squeezing his muscular ass cheeks and pulling him into me.

“I love you, Nikoli.” I kiss over his chest, sucking and biting in about twenty different spots. He’s going to look like he got attacked by a sucker fish when I’m finished with him. I want him to look in the mirror every day and remember this for the next week or longer.

“I love you, too, my little pixie,” he says on a powerful thrust causing me to moan out again. “I need a ring for you.”

“Don’t worry about that right now.”

“I can’t stop picturing you as my wife, in a big white dress, with a huge rock on that finger proclaiming you as mine.”

“I’m beginning to think you’re obsessed with this idea.”

“It’s because I am. I need you to have my last name and be in my bed every night. I need to know that anyone who looks at you will know that you belong to the General and I will take vengeance if they so much as look twice.” At his proclamation I call out, relinquishing the control I was trying to hold onto and giving in to the amazing feelings racing throughout my body.

“God Nikoooo! I’m coming!”

He growls and starts to pulse inside, letting himself go as well.

“Thank fuck! I don’t think I could hold off any longer, love of my life.”

I grasp his hair, roughly yanking his head back, making him let loose a loud roar and drive inside of me a few hard times as he finishes. Making love is amazing, but I want him to remember the ending being just as fantastic.

“You want to kill me?” he pants, resting on his forearms to keep his weight from smashing me.

Laughing, I shake my head. “No, I just want to love you.”

A throat clears and Niko’s head shoots over to the stairs as his body falls on top of me, crushing me, but effectively covering me.

Vishna stares at the carpet, her cheeks red with a deep blush. “Excuse me, but they have returned with the doctor.”

“Thank you Na-na, we’ll be down in a moment,” Niko replies and Vishna nods, keeping her eyes trained on the floor as she turns around and hops down the stairs.

I can’t help but laugh and after a moment Niko joins in.

“Poor say straa, come to new place and see brother’s butt.”

I burst out laughing even harder. “Oh God! Blondie, get off, you’re crushing me!”

“Shit! Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you badly, no?” he rambles and stands up, his cock still straight up and ready for more play time.
Later.

“
No, I’m okay now.” I chuckle and slowly sit up. My body is still really sore all over but I don’t want to make it that obvious for Nikoli’s sake. I’m afraid he would worry so much he wouldn’t even let me walk by myself.

“Fuck! You’re bleeding!” He climbs over the side of the bed so he can check out my back. “Motherfucker!” he grumbles when he sees my gash.

“I’m okay.”

“No you’re not, and thank fuck the doctor’s here. Get dressed.” He stands, quickly pulling his jeans on.

“Stop ordering me around!”

“No, dammit. This is bullshit!”

“How is it bullshit? I’m the one who’s hurt, and I say I’m fine! Now back off!”

“It’s because I should have protected you! I should have been there to keep this from happening in the first place!”

“It’s not your fault; this was my father and Kolya, along with their helpers.”

“It is my fault, and trust me, I know about them. We’ll discuss this after you’re looked over.”

I have to admit I’m a little frightened about what he may already know and tell me. I’m not sure if I want to know if my father or Kolya planned to do other things with me, what I experienced was bad enough.

Nikoli holds his hand out to help me up and I gratefully accept the help. I’m glad he hasn’t had a chance to really look me over and notice the fading bruises all over my back also. If it wasn’t dim up here with the curtains, he’d be able to see everything like a bad game of tic tac toe.

“I killed a man by the name of Chek. Do you know who that is?” he asks suddenly and I feel my chest squeeze tight in the beginning of a panic attack at that name.

“Did you just say Ch-Chek?”

“Yes, we captured him in the UK from his business and flew him back here. I thought he knew where you were but no matter what I did to him he wouldn’t admit to having you, but every once in a while he’d say something to get me suspicious.”

“Oh?” It comes out as a squeak.

“He said you were a Minski and then I see that gash on your back and it’s the same as the Minski’s mark for their women, you want to enlighten me if you know anything about it?”

I stare at the floor and whisper, “Chek is the one who gave me that mark, said he was preparing me for Kolya.”

“Bastard! I knew it!” My hands shake with fury. That mother-fucker, touching her like this. I would chew him up and spit him out if he were still here. Taking a deep breath, I attempt to speak rationally, even though it’s eating at me. “We can get it fixed or covered, something. A tattoo perhaps, if you’d like or maybe laser removal? I’m not keen on the idea of you wearing the mark of that family, but I won’t pressure you to be put through any more discomfort.”

“I would like it to disappear. Actually as soon as it’s healed enough, I want it gone.”

“Good, we’ll take care of it.”

“You were at Perfectcore?” I question sadly as my gaze finds his.

He blinks, tilting his head and nods. “Yeah, Tate and I went, hoping to get a lead on where you were.”

“I was at Perfectcore. They kept me on the seventh floor, locked in a cement dungeon and you’re telling me you were right downstairs?” I start low but graduate into a yell by the time I finish.

“You were there, the whole time?”

Tears rush to my eyes and my lips begin to tremble as I shake my head at him.

“Oh Bina! Fuck, I wish I would have tried to break into that stupid keypad and come find you!”

Shaking my head, the tears flutter over my too warm cheeks. “No, there were guards all over; Beau had to kill some of them to get me out.”

“Beau, where did this Beau magically appear from anyhow? Tate and Viktor didn’t even know he was with you. He could be working with the enemy!”

“It’s not like that!”

“Nyet? Then explain it to me, because clearly I’m not seeing it the same way!”

“Why are you being like this? Didn’t you want me to come back?” I begin to sob, confused why he seems so angry at me.

“Of course I want you back! I begged for you every fucking day you were gone, but I was the one who was supposed to bring you back! You were supposed to see my face save you, not some half-blood Russian who magically fucking appears!” he roars and I sit back on the bed, my face in my hands as I cry.

I didn’t think it would be so hard once I got home. I guess I was expecting everything to be exactly the same. I never took into account how me being kidnapped would affect everyone else. I was just worried about making it back here.

“I’m sorry, Nikoli. I love you and I’m so, so sorry you had to experience me being taken and feeling so helpless. Please, just be happy I’m home. You have no idea what it was like in that place, and being here, able to feel your arms around me and see your amazing smile, it’s more than I imagined I would get, once I was stuck in the horrifying prison.”

“God, I am stupid man. You just get here and I yell and make you cry and boss you. Please forgive me.” His hand runs down my arm and I grab it, to hold onto tightly in mine.

“Always my love.”

He pulls me into his arms, holding me tightly and kisses me sweetly on top of my head. We stay like that.
Frozen.
Just loving each other until we’re both able to calm down and collect ourselves.

Taking a deep breath, he steps back and turns to the stairs, “Come, let’s get you looked at by the doctor.”

“Alright.” I easily agree and slowly follow him down the steps to our kitchen where the doctor sits, patiently waiting.

“Ready?” The friendly looking older African American lady asks.

“Yes, I’m sorry for the delay.”

“Oh, no need to be sorry. You’ve had a traumatic experience and it’ll take time for things to level out again. We’ll get you back there though. Let’s go sit on the couch and chat. I’ll check you over and write you a prescription if you need anything. After all that, we’ll discuss me coming back and seeing you again to make sure you’re healing correctly, all right?”

“That sounds good, thank you.”

I don’t want her attention, but maybe she can help with my newfound fear of locked rooms.

SIXTEEN

NIKOLI

TEAMWORK

two days later…

We’re at Viktor’s cabin ‘having dinner.’ It’s really an excuse so we can talk about what to do while all of our women are safe and in the next room over.

“I want this trash,” I grumble out and each man shakes his head—Tate, Viktor, Beau, Alexei, and Spartak. “Chek knew about two of my sisters and my mother, and then I find out from Bina that he’s the one who was keeping her.”

Viktor speaks up. “Whoever this person is has to be at least the same age as Gizya and Victor or older which means he’s probably in his late fifties to be able to make such orders that long ago to take Nikoli’s mother and still be doing it today.”

Tate nods, “Yep, we know he answers to ‘Master’ and he’s an international man. The girls we found in the container were from all over the world. Chek gave us info to another container but it was empty with an inventory sheet of just last names. We counted fifteen again. It looks like that’s the lucky number for their big transports. According to what Beau found out about level seven at Perfectcore where they keep the girls, it sounds like they’re equipped to hold two sets of fifteen at a time.”

Beau interrupts, “That’s correct, but also, not all of the rooms were occupied and some women were…well they aren’t alive anymore.”

Alexei turns to him angrily. “It’s been about four days since you were there, has it not? And you’re saying some were already dead? Who’s to say others haven’t died by now as well! We should have been on this the moment you touched down!”

“Look, I told my father about it and he has some people watching the entire place in case they try to transport or bring more in. You’re all lucky I’m not calling this in to my chief and telling him everything that I found out.”

“Is that a threat?” Alexei jumps to his feet and I feel giddy inside that another person in this group doesn’t feel so comfortable with the latest person to pop into our tight-knit organization..

Beau jumps up, facing off with Alexei and it’s the first time I can easily recognize his father in him.