12. Chapter 12

twelve

Leonid

I grab her hips, slamming her down on my cock as I thrust up hard.

Blyat , she’s so fucking tight.

So wet.

I watch, my brain misfiring as my cock disappears into her sweet cunt over and over, her curvy ass jiggling with each brutal collision of our hips.

The room pulses with the frenetic strains of Paganini’s Caprice no. 24, the staccato notes of the solo violin casting a frenzied, almost manic energy over the sleek black and red decor of my private hotel suite. It’s a stage set for sin, and tonight, the devil is a woman in a mask.

“Fuck, yes!” She hikes up her ass for a deeper thrust, I fist my hand in her hair, yanking her head back. She arches like a bow, a moan torn from her throat.

Pizda, my cock has never been so excited, so fucking hard. She looks so goddamn sexy like this, splayed out and desperate for me. Those red fuck-me heels digging into the carpet, that perfect peach of an ass bouncing on my dick.

I’ve banged more than my fair share on this very bar, in this very room, but none have ever gotten me this riled up.

“Harder,” she demands. Her hand snakes down her belly, fingers finding her clit.

“Yes, kroshka , squeeze my cock like that,” I growl.

I’m teetering on the edge, my balls drawn up tight, but I grit my teeth and hold back. I’m not done with her yet. I want to wring every last drop of pleasure from her luscious body before I let myself go.

“Spank me,” she commands breathlessly, looking back at me over her shoulder with a wicked glint in her eyes.

I reach out, ripping her flimsy top down the middle. Her tits spill free, the perfect handfuls I’d been craving all night. I palm the heavy globes roughly, tweaking her nipples between my fingers.

“Fuck yeah, Big Boy,” she hisses, arching into my touch. “Just like that.”

Without warning, I raise my hand and bring it down on the succulent curve of her ass with a resounding smack. She jolts, a high keen escaping her. “Again!”

I oblige, raining down stinging slaps on her bouncing cheeks as I piston into her sopping cunt. It’s insanely good, her tight heat gripping me like a fist. I feel her start to flutter around my cock, and I know she’s close.

I reach around, frantic fingers finding her clit over hers. Her rhythm falters, a choked moan escaping her as I rub the sensitive bundle of nerves. “Come for me,” I demand roughly. “Soak my cock with your sweet cream.”

She shatters with a cry, her pussy clamping down on me so hard I see stars. I roar through clenched teeth, fighting the urge to erupt inside her. “ Cyka blyad ’!”

I don’t want it to be over. I need more of her, all of her. This wild woman who makes me lose control.

The violin swells to a crescendo as I pull out abruptly, hoisting her up and spinning us around. Her legs lock around my waist as I slam her back against the wall, plunging into her still-spasming cunt.

“You’re insatiable,” she pants, a hint of admiration in her breathless voice. She rolls her hips, taking me impossibly deeper.

“For you, kroshka ?” I punctuate my words with sharp, deep thrusts. “I could fuck this sweet pussy all night and still want more.”

She drags my mouth to hers, kissing me with a ferocity that steals my breath. I taste blood, and I’m not sure if it’s mine or hers. It doesn’t matter. All that matters is this, her, the fierce clash of our bodies as we take each other to new heights.

I’ve never felt a hunger like this, a need so visceral it borders on pain.

Our kisses turn desperate, sloppy, as our rhythm grows erratic. I feel the tell-tale tingle at the base of my spine, my nuts drawing up in preparation. “ Ty konchayesh’ so mnoy ,” I rasp. “You’re coming with me.”

I slip one hand between us, bracing her weight with the other as I find the swollen bud of her clit with my fingers.

“Come on, krasotka ,” I coax gutturally. “Give me one more. Khachu uvidet’ kak ty konchayesh ’. I want to see you come.”

She bites down on my shoulder to muffle her cry, her teeth sinking into my flesh. The pain only spurs me on, driving me to pound into her harder, faster. Her body grips me like a fist, and I’m lost. My world goes white at the edges as I empty myself inside her with a harsh shout, pumping what feels like endless ropes of seed into her fluttering channel.

I slump forward, pinning her to the wall with my weight as I struggle to catch my breath. My heart races, blood roaring in my ears. I feel dizzy, intoxicated. Wrung out in the best possible way.

I rest my forehead against hers, our masks clacking together. A hint of a smirk tugs at my lips. “So, krasotka ,” I rumble, still a little breathless. “Have I ruined you for other men yet?”

Her answering laugh is husky and sated. She rolls her hips languidly, my softening cock slipping from her drenched heat.

“Oh, I don’t know,” she purrs, a glint of challenge in her eyes. “I might need some more convincing.”

I flash her a wolfish grin. “Ty naprosivayesh’sya ,” I growl. “You’re asking for it. And I’m more than happy to deliver.”

I hoist her higher, hands cupping her ass as I carry her to the bed. She keeps her legs locked around my waist, arms looped around my neck as she peppers my jaw with biting kisses.

I lay her down on the plush duvet, following her down, ready to map every inch of her lush body with hands and lips and tongue. I have no intention of letting her leave until I’ve wrung every ounce of pleasure from her until we’re both boneless and sated and weak with it.

The 19 th -century violin music plays on as I settle between her thighs…

I lean my head against the cool tile, letting the frigid water sluice over my aching body. The bites and scratches she left sting under the spray, but it’s a good pain. A reminder of the wild ride we took each other on last night.

Yob tvoyu mat’ ! I can’t remember the last time I went bare with a woman.

I’m always careful, always suit up. But with her… Blyat , I must have lost my fucking mind. One whiff of her sweet scent, one taste of her succulent cunt, and all my rules went out the goddamn window.

How many times did I pump my seed inside her? Three? Four?

I’m a young buck at 33, the youngest Pakhan in recent history, but even I have my limits. She wrung me dry, extracting every last drop until I was spent and boneless.

And I still don’t know who the fuck she is.

I shut off the water and step out, wrapping a towel around my waist. Catching my reflection in the mirror, I take stock of the damage. My lips are swollen, the lower one sporting a gash where she bit clean through. A literal man-eater, this one.

My shoulder isn’t much better. An angry purple bruise blooms where she clamped down as she came, hard enough to break skin. It looks like I’ve been mauled by a wild animal. I might need a fucking tetanus shot.

A shrill ringing interrupts my thoughts. Striding out of the bathroom, I spot my phone lighting up on the nightstand. Maksim’s name flashes on the screen.

I answer it with a grunt. “ Da? ”

“ Pakhan , good afternoon.” There’s a hint of amusement in Maksim’s voice, the fucker.

I grab my pants off the floor, sniffing them before deciding they’ll do. “What’s the situation with the club?”

“All clear. No casualties on our side. And get this: not a peep about the shooting in the news. Whoever owns that club must have some deep pockets to keep the media and the cops quiet.”

I grunt, shoving my legs into my pants commando. The lack of coverage is both impressive and concerning. It means we’re not dealing with some small-time player.

“I want a full report on my desk by the end of the day. Club ownership, affiliations, the works. And double the patrols around our borders. I want to know about any new players sniffing around our territory.”

“Understood, Pakhan . I’ll handle it personally.”

I’m about to hang up when Maksim clears his throat. “One more thing, boss. Aleksei has been trying to reach you. Says it’s urgent.”

I close my eyes, fighting the urge to punch something. Aleksei. Papa’s right-hand guy and the pain in my ass who thinks he’s still in charge, even though Papa died four fucking years ago. The old fart means well, but if he tries to tell me how to run my shit one more time, I swear to God I’ll shove my boot so far up his zadnitsa he’ll be coughing up leather for a week.

“What does he want?” I snap, in no mood for another lecture.

“Didn’t say. Just that he needs to speak with you as soon as possible.”

“Fine. Set up a meeting for this afternoon. But make it clear that I’m not to be disturbed until then. Understood?”

“ Da, Pakhan . I’ll take care of it.”

I end the call and chuck the phone on the couch. The bed’s a fucking disaster, sheets tangled to hell and back. Empty bottles scattered all over the bar, catching the sun like a hangover waiting to happen. But no sign of the brunette who rode my cock like a prize stallion last night.

She’d fucking ghosted before I could even kick her out. Suka , that’s not how I operate. I’m the one who gives ‘em the boot before I pass out, not the other way around.

But this broad… Blyat , she’s not like the others.

I scan the room, looking for… There. On the floor. A glint of gold…

I stride over and snatch it up. It’s an earring, a simple gold hoop. I remember ripping it out of her ear as I fucked her from behind, too far gone to give a shit about anything but burying my cock as deep as it could go.

I roll the hoop between my fingers, and just like that, I’m rock-fucking-hard. My dick throbs in my pants, aching for her tight cunt. For the way she squeezed me like a fist as she came, milking every last drop out of my balls.

Suka . I can almost smell her on my fingers, that intoxicating mix of pussy and sweat and something uniquely her. It makes my nuts draw up tight, makes me want to hunt her down and bury my face between her thighs until she’s bucking against my tongue.

But I can’t. I have an empire to run, enemies to crush under my fucking boot heel. I don’t have time for distractions, no matter how much my cock tries to convince me otherwise.

I shove the earring in my pocket and adjust myself, my dick straining against my zipper like it’s trying to sniff her out. But it’s no use. Every time I close my eyes, I see that goddamn red mask. Feel her slick heat gripping me like a glove. Crave the sting of her nails raking down my back as I pound her into the mattress.

Cyka blyad . I need to get her out of my head before she drives me out of my fucking mind.

I grab my jacket and keys, ready to get the hell out of this room that reeks of sex and her. But even as I stride to the door, my brain won’t shut the fuck up about her.

The way her ass jiggled as I slammed into her from behind. The way her screams echoed off the walls as I made her come again and again. The way she rode my cock like she was born to take it, like she couldn’t get enough.

I stop with my hand on the knob, my jaw clenched so hard my teeth grind.

No. Fuck this. Fuck her.

She was a good lay, the best I’ve ever had, but that’s all she was. A tight hole to sink my dick into for a night. A nameless, faceless fuck that I’ll forget as soon as I walk out this door.