Chapter 17

Chapter

Seventeen

"Disgust influences trust."

― A.D. Aliwat

Volk

Leaving Marina alone with Sofiya had been a mistake, one I regretted the moment I stepped out of the dining room. Marina's influence was toxic, and I should have known better than to let her poison Sofiya's mind.

Out of everyone, I knew Marina best. She was a master manipulator—perhaps even better than I was.

As I rushed to the garden after receiving a text from Igor about an attack on our men in Colombia, irritation boiled inside me. My phone rang again, and Igor's agitated voice filled my ear.

He explained the explosion at Julius's warehouse, caused by a bomb planted by someone who had infiltrated Julius's security system. Our men barely escaped with their lives, and some weren't so lucky.

Whoever was fucking responsible would pay the price.

Deep down, I knew Vlad was behind it all.

"Thanks for the update, boss. And don't worry, everything is under control here."

After hanging up, I took a deep breath, trying to cool off before going back inside.

"Everything okay, Volk?" one of the guards dared to ask.

I shot him a look that could curdle milk.

He wisely shut up, sensing my rage.

Entering the dining room, I found Marina alone, guzzling whiskey straight from the bottle.

"I didn't expect to see you so soon," she said, taking another swig of whiskey.

My brows furrowed. "Where's Sofiya?"

Marina looked up at me, amusement in her eyes. "She had other business to attend to," she said casually, stretching her arms.

"Where did she go?"

Did she help her escape?

If she did, I'll slit her throat.

"I don't know," Marina replied bitterly. "Maybe she couldn't handle the truth about you and your little secrets."

I slammed my fist onto the table, the wood rattling.

"I invited you here for a reason, Marina," I snapped, trying to calm down. "But you're starting to piss me off."

Marina smirked up at me. "Calm down, Volkie. She had a headache and went back to her room," she muttered, still sipping whiskey.

A headache?

Is she sick ?

"What did you fucking tell her?"

Marina shrugged, setting the bottle down.

"Does it really matter?" she asked, leaning forward. "I could help you relax if you want."

"Do you know where Vlad's hiding?" I asked, my gaze unwavering as I studied her.

"Maybe," she replied with a smirk. "But let's talk about us first," she said, reaching for my hand.

I pulled back. "I don't have time for your fucking games, Marina. If you know something, spill it."

The room was dim as hell, lit only by a few flickering candles on the table, casting shadows everywhere.

She sighed dramatically.

"We used to have a blast, Volk," she said, running her fingers along her curves. "Don't you miss me?"

I remained silent.

Marina rose from her seat and sauntered over to me, placing her hands on my chest.

I resisted the urge to shove her aside, knowing I needed the intel she held.

"Come on, Volk," she whispered seductively. "Don't be like that. I know you miss me."

"I don't."

Her hands lingered on my chest as she leaned in, her lips grazing my neck.

"If you wanna know where Vlad is," she breathed against my skin, "you'll have to give me something in return."

Of course.

"I'm not gonna fuck you, Marina."

"Why is Sofiya here?" she said, ignoring me.

My patience dwindled. "Cut the crap. You know why she's here. "

Marina's sultry expression morphed into anger. "What's Igor's plan? To kill his daughter too ?"

"That's none of your damn business."

Marina let out an exasperated sigh. "Why are you keeping Sofiya in this manor, Volk? Why not in Moscow?"

"She's here for her protection," I finally replied.

Marina scoffed. "Protection from who? Your enemies? Or from you? I mean, seriously! She seems like a lamb in a den of wolves. She's so… weak."

Anger flared in my throat. "Watch your fucking mouth, Marina."

But she didn't back down.

"She looks like she's straight out of a Disney movie, Volk, too naive and innocent for this world, especially to be around someone like you," she shrugged.

" Zatknis'. Shut up. "

Without warning, Marina shot up from her seat and hurled the glass of whiskey across the room. I sidestepped just in time, watching as it shattered against the wall.

"You're a fool, Volk."

I strode up to Marina and seized her by the throat.

Marina's eyes widened in surprise as I tightened my grip.

But instead of struggling, she let out a soft moan and whispered, "You know, I find you incredibly sexy when you're angry."

"You're fucking disturbed." I said, releasing her.

Needing some distance, I took a seat on my chair, the food on my plate now cold.

Marina pouted for a moment. "Fine, fine. What do you wanna know?"

"Where's Vlad?"

She came toward me, undoing the ties of her floral dress with slow deliberation. The fabric slid down her shoulders and hips, pooling at her feet, leaving her standing there, completely naked.

My eyes widened at the sight of her newly pierced nipples.

Fuckin' hell.

"He's been laying low in Moskovskiy at Tanya's house," she said, her voice low and husky.

I listened intently, already forming a plan in my head, my eyes still fixed on her tits.

"Apparently, he's planning something big…"

She knelt in front of me and rubbed her hand on my crotch, gazing up at me with lust in her eyes.

"He wants something you have…"

I brushed off her advances, reaching for a cigarette and lighting one up. Smoke swirled around us as I exhaled, attempting to steady my nerves.

"Thanks for the info," I said, my voice still gruff.

I felt her fingers working on the buttons of my pants.

Glancing down, I saw her licking her lips in anticipation.

"What are you doing?"

She looked up at me, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

"Just helping you relax a little bit," she said before freeing my dick from my pants and taking me into her mouth.

I tensed up and tried to shove her away, but she gripped me hard, her sharp nails digging into my thighs, sucking my dick like a damn pro. Heat spread through my cock and I couldn't help but groan.

Fuck.

As Marina continued to work her magic on me, frustration rose in my throat.

This wasn't what I wanted or needed right now.

But damn, she was too fucking good .

She licked and sucked my dick, her mouth working me with a ferocity.

Her hot breath on my skin and the sounds of her encouraging moans pushed me closer to the edge.

She grabbed my balls, caressing and squeezing them slightly.

As I squeezed my eyes shut, a vivid image of a certain brunette flooded my mind, refusing to budge no matter how hard I tried.

In my mind, it was Sofiya who was down on her knees before me, her lips wrapped around my cock, taking me in deep.

I pictured her moaning and whimpering with pleasure, screaming my name in ecstasy. I could almost hear her voice echoing in my head, moaning my name in a seductive whisper that sent a thrill through me.

I pictured her soft brown eyes, desire and forbidden arousal in them, making me crave her even fucking more.

As I visualized the scene, I could see her tits bouncing up and down, her hard nipples grazing against my thighs. Her plump pink lips continued to work their magic on me, taking me in and out, over and over again.

I wanted her so fucking bad that the simple thought of her drove me wild, and I couldn't hold back any longer.

I groaned in pleasure as I came hard in Marina's mouth, grabbing her head and pushing it down, my dick buried deep in her throat, as my body convulsed.

Reality hit as Marina swallowed, winking and rubbing my thigh.

I zipped up, wiped my mouth, and rubbed my eyes, trying to clear my mind.

I already regret what just fucking happened.

Marina smirked and stood up .

"Now, fuck me, baby," she trailed her fingers down my chest.

I pushed her away.

"Don't call me baby," I spat, rising to my feet and striding towards the door.

As I reached it, I whirled around.

"And never call me my love again."

Her forehead creased in irritation. "But what about my payment?"

"You got what you wanted, now get the hell out," I snapped, walking away as she called after me. "Dve will drive you back."

I left with a heavier sense of shame than ever, my mind consumed by thoughts of a girl who wished for nothing more than to see me six feet under.