10. Drake

CiCi:Me and Miranda have a plan.

Drake: I told you no.

CiCi: Well. If you told me no, then take this as me not giving a fuck.

Drake:CiCi, don’t do something you’ll regret.

CiCi:Or what?

She’s challenging me. This woman is the most frustrating woman I have ever met. If she doesn’t back down, she is going to get herself killed.

“You ever going to tell me why you dragged me out of the bar the other night?” Shado’s voice penetrates my thoughts as I clean my gun.

“You ever going to tell me why you almost passed out at the mention of Demassi’s name?” I retort as I pop the magazine back in its place and cock the gun, placing a bullet in the chamber.

He hesitates for a moment. “He’s an old friend.”

I arch a brow at him. This kid is a horrible liar, but I’ll let it go for now.

“We need to go back to Raven’s tonight. If Dimitri is planning something, I need to know what it is.”

“Ah, so whatever had you rattled had to do with Parshikov.” Shado is looking at me as if he expects me to give him more details.

When I don’t, he continues, “If we’re going to work together, you’re going to have to tell me your little secrets.”

“I don’t have to tell you anything.” I growl. The office chair rolls away as I forcefully stand up.

Following suit, he stands up, facing me and says, “I can’t work with a man I don’t trust, Drake. Not if I’m going into battle blind.”

Sighing, I run my hands through my hair.

He’s right.

I hate it, but he is.

“Thirteen years ago, the terrorist attack on Raventown, my father was the brains of that entire operation. His partners were Parshikov, Enzo Silvestri, and your ‘friend’ Demassi.”

Shado’s face remains emotionless as he says, “They made up the Fourth Circle.”

I nod.

“I thought your father died in that attack? I found it odd that no one ever found his body.”

When I look at him, surprised, he shrugs. “Espionage.”

Clearly, he used the military databases to look into the incident.

“My father didn’t die in the attack. He was killed.” I pause. “By me.”

Completely dismissing my admission that I killed my father, Shado’s eyes widen as he solves the equation between me and my mission.

“The Dragon appeared months after the incident. This whole crusade is your way of avenging the people the Fourth Circle killed.”

“Dimitri and Enzo pulled out. They didn’t want to dishonor their organizations. Demassi is the only one who stuck to my father’s plan. Had they not, the casualty count would have been much higher.”

“I need to know why Dimitri is back in town and what he has planned. He may have backed down years ago, but he’s not a good man and I don’t trust him.”

Shaking my head, I snap my Glock securely into its holster. “His son isn’t here to talk him off the ledge this time.”

After the attack, Daniil retreated to Brooklyn, New York to separate himself from Dimitri. He knew there would be backlash for his father’s actions and he did not want to be a part of the repercussions that would be carried out by Mikhail for his betrayal by bringing unwanted attention to the Bratva.

Looking down at his gun, Shado nods, “Let’s go, then.”

***

Settling into my normal booth in the corner of Raven’s, Shado sits across from me, scoping out the occupants of the bar.

“Well, I don’t see their leaders, but the goons are out tonight.” Shado nods in the direction of the stage.

Looking around the bar, I recognize men from all three of the organizations. Most are sitting watching the entertainment in front of them.

“Normally, the Bratva isn’t so public with their meet-ups.”

“That’s because the three must be meeting somewhere.” Feeling unnerved, I grip the glass holding my whiskey as I continue scanning the bar.

I don’t see CiCi anywhere. She isn’t standing next to Miranda like usual, but the way Miranda is staring at me, she looks terrified. Her eyes quickly bounce between me and the stage, as if she looks like she just got caught doing something wrong.

The song changes to a more sensual rendition of “In Your Eyes” by Jessie Ware flowing through the speakers. My attention turns to the stage when I hear whooping and hollering. There stands CiCi, barely dressed in a lacy black negligee.

The top is a lace-cropped camisole that pushes her breasts together. A gothic cross is placed delicately in the center, dainty chains attaching it to the clasps of the bra straps on her shoulders. She has a tiny black thong on, with a garter belt attached to black tights. The ensemble is topped off with black stilettos and a black collar around her neck. My body is fighting over if my brain or my cock is going to explode through my pants, seeing her move her body like that for another man.

Shado’s eyes grow wide, “Ummm…what’s your ‘not’ girlfriend doing?”

He smirks, watching her until he recognizes who’s in front of her.

“Looks like someone has her own plans tonight. She is dancing for Dimitri. That can’t be a coincidence.”

“Son of a bitch.” With a loud bang, I slam my glass down onto the marble tabletop. Rising from the seat, I swiftly make my way in her direction as Shado calls after me.

When I reach her, I don’t even wait for her to acknowledge my presence. I swoop her up over my shoulder with her ass in the air, her head hanging down, and haul ass to the dressing room. With every step, she slaps my ass and screams for me to put her down.

***

I look around the room at the other dancers. “Get out!” I shout. The words rumble through my chest and all I see is red.

The women look at me wide-eyed and run past us through the doorway.

“Reign, put me the fuck down right now or so help me God, I’ll kick your ass!” CiCi screams as she beats her fists into my lower back.

Slamming the door behind us, I flick the lock on the door and flip her over my shoulder.

Pushing her up against the door, I tightly grip her collar, “Ohhh, princess, I’d love to see you kick my ass.”

Her cheeks flush as my eyes rake over her skin. If seeing her move like that didn’t turn me on, being this close to her does. I can feel my cock growing hard in my pants and all I can think about is taking her over my fucking knee for going against me.

Fuck.

“Do you want to get yourself killed?” I growl against her ear. Her scent is intoxicating, and the way I can hear her breathing and feel her breasts press against my chest is going to be my undoing.

“Dimitri?! Of all fucking people!” I shake my head, frustrated and angry, but deep down I know I was terrified to have her that close to him.

“You’d just save me,” she whispers teasingly, and presses her hands against my chest.

“You look at me like I am some puppy. I’m The Dragon, CiCi.”

“Awww, yes I know. The big, bad Dragon.” She grips onto my jacket. “Dragons can be tamed…Sir.”

“Dammit, CiCi. Stop!” I yell, pressing my forehead to hers.

“This whole smug, controlling, ‘Oh I’m so scary’ may work on other people, Reign, but it will not...”

I cut her off by pulling her forward by her collar and crashing my lips against hers. A tiny whimper escapes her throat as my tongue runs across hers, tangling together, tasting her sweet lip gloss.

I roll my hips into hers, pressing her against the door. My cock rock-hard and begging for relief. As if she can read my mind, her hand slides down my stomach and she grips the length of my cock outside of my pants, squeezing firmly.

Deepening our kiss, I shudder as I can feel her nipples harden against my shirt. Her hand leaves my cock, only to find the clasp of my belt. She works to undo it, and I abruptly break our kiss.

“Get on your fucking knees.” My voice is raspy as I try to regain my composure.

Looking up at me under her eyelashes, she slowly drops to her knees and tugs down on the sides of my pants, along with my briefs. My cock springs out, jutting forward with a clear drop glistening on the tip.

With one hand squeezing the base, she takes her tongue and licks the drop, swirling her tongue around the crown until she wraps her mouth around my cock.

Leaning forward, I brace myself with one hand on the door as I look down at her. Her green eyes pierce into mine, melting my insides as she opens her mouth wider around me. She challenges herself by pushing me further down her throat. Her nose delicately brushes against my skin.

“Fuck, CiCi.” Letting go of the wall, my hands fist in her hair. The muscles in my legs clench as I flex my hips, grunting and thrusting forcefully into her mouth.

“You’re not scared of me, are you baby?” I groan. She answers with a delicate moan around my cock as I continue to fuck her mouth. The vibrations of her mouth almost cause me to burst into flames.

Gripping her hair tighter, I push my hips forward, forcing my cock deeper into her mouth. Her throat constricts around my length as she gags. The garbled, wet moans escaping her mouth ring in my ears as I watch the tears fall from her eyes and stream down her cheeks.

“That’s it, beautiful. Choke on my cock.”

When she reaches her limit, her hands find my ass, and she digs her nails into my skin. The sweet sting of the pain sends shocks up my spine.

I can feel my cock swell in her mouth. Needing this to last longer, I rip myself away from her full lips. Bending over, I pick her up by placing my hands under her arms, standing her back up in front of me.

“What next, Mr. Monster?” She licks her lips hungrily as she teases me.

“You are impossible,” I say as I lift her, wrapping her legs around me. Gripping her plump ass tightly, I walk us over to the vanity table in the dressing room and set her down on her feet. Whipping her body around, I push her over so she is leaning over the table.

“You disobeyed me,” I whisper as I lean over her body, sliding her hair to one side of her neck so it falls over her shoulder.

I can feel her body shudder at my words as I kiss her bare skin, from her shoulder up to her neck.

“What are you going to do about it?” She whispers ever so softly.

Circling my hand on her ass, I hesitate to slap her. “I want to show you what happens when you don’t listen to me.”

“Show me.” Her voice is pleading, and she deliberately pushes her ass into me. Our gazes lock in the mirror on the wall above the table. Her green eyes pierce through me like a knife.

With one hand, I grip her hip, and with the other, I stroke her cheek softly, running my hand down to her inner thigh. Her body responds to my touch, small goosebumps erupting on her flesh.

Running my hand back up her leg to her ass, I swat her ass forcefully with my open hand. She screams and grips onto the table.

“Too much?”

“No! More, please.”

“Then I didn’t do it hard enough.”

Gripping her hip harder to hold her in place, I slap her ass three more times, alternating sides as she cries out louder each time. My eyes widen with satisfaction when my rough hand meets her skin. The impact of the harsh slaps sends ripples through her delicate flesh. A low groan rumbles through my chest as I continue to enjoy watching the way her ass moves before me with each blow.

“Your skin looks so beautiful. Red, angry, and marked with my handprint,” I say as I admire my artwork on her skin.

Squirming against my hold on her, she whimpers, “Please, Drake.”

I slide my hand down and toy with the silky fabric of her panties. Pushing them to the side, my fingers run down from her entrance to her clit, and back to her soaked center, my fingers coated in her arousal.

“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”

Leaning over, I bring my fingers to her lips. “Suck.”

She eagerly wraps her mouth around my fingers. I take my other hand and grab the base of my cock, teasing her entrance with the tip.

She gasps around my fingers as I push inside of her, raw and unhinged.

Hooking my fingers in her mouth, I continue driving inside her, pushing her to her limit over and over again. Her broken moans fill the room while her pussy clenches around my cock.

Pulling out of her, I kick her feet, urging her to spread her legs wider for me. I pull my fingers from her mouth and push down on the back of her neck.

“Lean over more, baby. That’s it.” She’s splayed out before me on the table, her ass in the air, and legs spread wide for me. Needy and wanting.

My mind races as I imagine her on display like this for me all the time and the way I could easily become addicted to her as if she were an illicit drug.

Out of frustration for needing her the way I do, I smack her ass one more time. It’s intoxicating watching the way her body responds to my touch. My palm grazes over the red, raised, heated marks on her skin as she mewls and writhes against me.

“Look at that beautiful pink cunt, freshly fucked by my cock.”

“Drake, please. I need to come.”

I gently tug on her sensitive clit, pulling and pinching, “Ohhh, you thought I was going to let you come after acting like that? For another man?”

She whimpers and grinds her hips into my hand. Her neediness is sending me over the edge.

Gripping her hips once more, I shove my cock inside her tight pussy, working her over again. I fuck her hard and fast, bringing her to the edge of release, and then I deliberately slow my movements to bring her back down from her ecstasy.

I continue this torturous process until her hands are gripping at mine, her nails digging into my skin. Our gazes lock when I look into the vanity mirror. Her beautiful face is glistening with sweat and her cheeks are flushed. With each forceful thrust of my hips, her full breasts bounce, fighting against the lace fabric of her lingerie.

“Please, Drake. Let me come. I’m right there! God, Fuck!”

I lean over her again, “If I let you come on my cock, CiCi, you’re mine and I’m going to fill your cunt.”

“Yes! Fuck. Yes, please!”

With one last thrust, I can feel her muscles tighten around me as she spills over the edge, crying out my name.

My entire body seizes, muscles tightening, and my hips stutter as I feel myself detonate like a dangerous bomb inside her.

With my cock still pulsing inside her, I pull her body to me, her back to my chest, wrapping one arm around her.

Giggling, she leans her head against my chest. “Did you get your anger out, Mr. Bad?”

I sigh into her hair, kissing the side of her head, “Woman. I have a feeling I’ll be doing that a lot with you.”