13. Yuri

I left her alone for the next few days, to study and think. She had a lot of both to do and so did I. I was expecting Tasha’s partial report on the financial history of the Kolesova Bratva – the imbecilic in-depth accounting of a criminal conspiracy, ordered by Viktor. It would’ve put us all in jail for a decade or two if the government found it, reason enough to kill and depose Viktor, but there was probably more to learn before we destroyed them.

I ended up in the study, where ledgers and bundled papers had been piled high on my desk – Tasha’s draft report, not finished but a good outline, I hoped. I gave it a couple hours of attention. It was more thorough than I would have ever expected – and it didn’t appear to be finished by half. It was all a little over my head but the depth of mismanagement of the territory was clear. What wasn’t clear was what Viktor was wasting all the money on. I planned to have Tasha explain it all to me later today, and I called Anton and Maxim up to be here for it as well. I didn’t want to have to play telephone and have Tasha explain it to me, then me to them. It might come out garbled.

Sensing a movement, I turned in my chair and saw Katya in the doorway.

She was dressed professionally, in a suit, like a grown woman, not the little girl she often dressed like. Her hair was pinned in a tightly braided coil – not a hair out of place – and her wrists encircled with white cuffs of her white, silk blouse, skintight. Her cheeks were very pink.

I could have devoured her in one bite, I deeply wanted to ruin this perfectly-put-together look, mess her hair and smear her makeup – fuck her senseless, in other words.

Instead, I gave her a neutral glance and rose to my feet. “A suit?” I said in a tone of mild surprise, it was a novelty to see her like this, but I liked it. “Where are you going?”

“To the library with Tasha, then my test. But I noticed that you were in here …” She looks down at the ground, not meeting me with her eyes. She’s demure and hesitant but I can tell she’s begging to be fucked, she just doesn’t want to come right and say it, embarrassed. That must change some day, but today it still turns me on.

“I am right here. You wanted to see me one more time? Get your confidence bolstered?”

Katya smiled and studied me with those tip-tilted cat eyes. I could see tiny rays in the chocolate brown irises, like gold threads, like the sun rising on dark, wet earth. “I’m not sure, but yes, probably,” she said softly. “What are you working on? Is that Tasha’s report?”

“It is, and a hard drive we must crack open, the password could be anything. But again, you’re not here to talk about that. You’re here to see me, to see if I can give you a dose of confidence before your big test?”

I walk towards her, she shrinks away from me, like a hesitant deer at a busy highway. I stalk closer until she looks at me again. Her eyes are cloudy, strained. It’s clear she’s done some thinking about me and us and trying to figure out what she wants from me.

I’ll simplify it for her.

She wants my cock inside her.

I push her against the wall, my body draping her, pinning her against the wall.

Her eyes flutter up at me, soft, sensual, bedroom eyes that set me on fire. She’s dressed as a student, a serious student, khaki skirt, tight white blouse, glasses, hair tied up in a bun. She’s all wrapped up like a present, and I need to loosen her up a bit.

I hold her wrists over her head with one hand and look down at her sensual mouth, then graze her rock-hard nipples with my free hand.

She tries to struggle against me instead of embracing the chills running up her body. But this is our game now, we both know what happens next.

I run my finger over her bottom lip, unsure whether I want to bite it, and whisper, “I might smudge your lipstick with my cock.”

Her eyes immediately stir with desire, but she says nothing. I pushed her down to her knees in front of me and let her take control.

She unzips me and when I spring out, hard, she just looks straight at it and gulps, the grabs the shaft and starts licking the tip with her tongue. She’s teasing the fuck out of me, I can barely control my hips, I want her to take me as far as she can in that hot wet mouth.

I want nothing more than to grab her head and face fuck her, but I let her have this, let her drive me crazy for a change. Finally she devours my cock like she’s been starving for it. When I can’t take it any more, I pull her head away, she looks. at me with the sexiest look in her eyes and I pull her up and hike her skirt up and lift her ass on top of my desk.

She’s right on top of Tasha’s financial report and the hard drive she acquired. The Financial report that is more than enough to put her father – and the rest of us, including me – in jail for decades. And more than enough to have every man in the Bratva want to take Viktor out for putting us all at risk. Detailed financial records of a criminal conspiracy along with whatever is on that hard drive, incriminating us all for life without parole sentences. I’m going to literally fuck my problems away for a few moments here.

Her khaki skirt is hiked up around her hips and all I must do is pull aside her panties and slide my wet cock right in.

No more teasing.

I give it to her hard and fast, like we both want.

Need.

She’s coming undone, her blouse loosens, her hair, wrapped tightly has loose strands, her lipstick is indeed smudged by my cock, and she’s never been so beautiful. Her glasses have fallen who knows where, and when she cries out, close to coming, she pulls me towards her, locks eyes with me and pulls my hips in with her legs wrapped around me.

Neither of us can wait, as I watch her close her eyes tight, and start to come, I let myself go along with her, finishing inside her, pump after pump as she rides the waves of her own orgasm.

We both needed this.

She lifts herself up and starts to gather herself together. “So, this is Tasha’s report?” She asks distractedly, as she straightens herself out.

“Yes, part of it. How did you know?”

“It’s what she works on when she accompanies me to the library. She’s been working really hard on it. How is it?”

“Excellent, as always. Not quite finished. Truthfully, I need her to explain it, it’s a little like reading Chinese.”

“Sometimes I wonder…” she began.

“What?” I asked huskily.

She sounded troubled as she replied. “I wonder what Dmitry would have done with the Bratva, if he hadn’t passed away.”

“Hard to tell. He was capable but too close to it to make real changes.”

“But why? He wasn’t a stupid man.”

A latent impulse of fairness moved me to say, “It had nothing to do with intelligence.”

Katya paused and gave me a puzzled glance.

“The Kolesova Bratva was his birthright,” I continued. “I’m sure it was difficult for him to confront its decline.”

Her face softened. “You’re confronting it, though, aren’t you? You’ve changed your entire life for it.”

I shrugged casually. “It’s not as though I had something better to do.”

“It’s not easy for you, though.” A faintly apologetic smile whisked across her lips. “I don’t always remember that.” She looks down, then back up at me, smoothing out her suit and hair. Back to ready for war, this time with me.

“I talked to Viktor today, told him about my test – didn’t tell him anything about your plans. He wished me luck. It might be the best thing for him to retire. Retire.” She repeated slowly, making sure I got her meaning. “Retire somewhere nice, with no worries or stress. That’s what I want to buy with my continued silence and … whatever else you want from me.”

“You’re in no position to negotiate, but I’ll consider it.”

With a wan smile she jumps off my desk and leaves, with hardly a glance behind her at me. She got what she wanted, now onto business, onto her test.

Considering everything I’ve put her through, she’s amazingly well put together. How the hell isn’t she crying in the corner somewhere, hugging her knees to her chest? She’s so much more than I ever suspected.

A few minutes after Katya and Tasha leave the apartment, Anton and Maxim walk into my office while I’m tucking my shirt in and buckling my belt back up.

They eye me, both with shit-eating grins on their faces. Anton says nothing, he helps me on with my suit jacket and smooths my shoulders and gives me an attaboy pat on the back. That’s all I’ll get from Anton; he knows better than to talk. Maxim, on the other hand, does not know when to shut up. Ever.

“Nice job boss,” he says, casually looking at his watch. “A little quick, though.”

“She had a test to get to and I’m a busy man,” I tell him, hoping that’s the end of it.

Anton speaks before maxim can try to ruffle me again, “So that’s why you’re against using her as bait for Petya? Her formidable skills in the office here?”

“No, like I said before. Petya is nobody. He’s not the problem. In any case, Tasha has gone through the financials, they’ll hopefully shed some light on Viktor’s doings these last few years. Enough rope to hang himself, we just send him off with a retirement package. I haven’t decided yet, a lot depends on what Tasha uncovered and whether we can crack this hard drive. Petya is not a concern.”

“Whose hard drive?” Anton asks.

“Petya’s, so Tasha tells me.”

“Impressive.”

“More impressive than anything you two have brought me in a long time.”

No smug answers to that. My phone rings before I can tell them to go, an unlisted number. I pick it up, warily. Nobody has my number.

I don’t recognize the untraceable number.

“Is this Yuri?”

“Who’s this?”

“Petya. I told you I’d be back.”

“You’re here?” If that was true, this guy was dumber than he looked. “Let me put you on speaker,” I motioned to Max and Anton and put my fists together and made the sign for ‘break’, meaning if he’s close, we kill him. If he gives himself to us like that, why not. We're not wasting resources finding him, but if he gifts wraps himself and delivers himself to us then we will take him out.

Anton looks happy.

“In the neighborhood. But I won’t be staying, just going to grab that Kolesova cunt. I guess you could find me if you want her back, but I won’t leave much for you. See you soon, Yuri.”

The line goes dead as soon as he finishes.

“You two with me, right now. Get your teams together, he’s going after Katya, and we need to get there first and finish this for good.”