13. Mikhail

13

MIKHAIL

"Fuck," I hiss as we collapse on the bed, my cock still buried deep inside Lucia and our heavy breathing filling the air.

"Mikhail." She wiggles her hips.

"Lucia." I place a hand on her waist to keep her still.

"I want to go again." She arches her hips even more, and I can't stop myself from grinding against her, letting out a groan as she clenches around my cock. "And I think you do too."

There's nothing I want more than to fuck her again, which is why I shouldn't. I need to get the hell out of this house and clear my head. I knew the sex would be incredible, but it wasn't meant to be that incredible.

It has only confused me more.

"I should go." I lift my body off hers and slide my cock out of her slick pussy, biting back a groan at how good she feels.

"You don't have to," she purrs, glancing over her shoulder at me with glazed eyes .

I take in her naked body, her legs slightly parted so I can see the evidence of my release between her thighs.

I run a hand over my face, trying to think with my head and not my dick, but she's not making it easy for me when she's looking at me like that .

My cock is already hardening once more, but I need to gather my thoughts, and there's no way I can do that when I'm buried inside her.

Climbing off the bed, I quickly pull my boxers back on and gather the rest of my clothes from off the floor.

"I'd be happy to hold onto this for you."

I look over to find her kneeling in the middle of the bed, running her fingers over my belt.

My cock twitches.

"If I have to use that again, it means you've misbehaved, kisa ." I let my expression turn cold.

"Oh?" Her eyes dance with mischief.

This is nothing more than a game to her, and I'm starting to think it's one I can't win.

"I'll see you for breakfast." I cross the room, putting my back to her and her irresistible body.

"Sleep well," I add before shutting the door and locking it to stop us both from giving in to temptation.

My body is screaming at me not to go, to spend the night in Lucia's bed exploring every inch of her body while she comes over and over.

Tying her up and dominating her like that was fucking incredible . It started out as a way for me to assert control, to scare her a little, but from the sounds spilling from her lips, I know Lucia loved every second. That's why I had to tell her to stay silent. Those sounds were too addictive.

I'm curious as to what else we could do together …

I should not be having such thoughts, but it's becoming clear that Lucia is not going to call off this wedding.

But if Alexei is willing to give me more responsibility within the bratva, then perhaps I'm better off marrying the mafia brat after all.

I frown, realizing that the thought no longer fills me with a sense of dread. But that might just be the post-sex high talking.

This is the exact opposite of what I was hoping to come out of this.

"I need a drink."

Deciding it's best to get out of the house to avoid temptation, I take a walk over to one of my favorite bars in the financial district.

It's almost eleven at night, and the air is bitterly cold, but that's exactly what I need. The cold sting of the air on my cheeks gives me something to focus on other than the warm feeling of Lucia's body pressed up against mine as I pound into her?—

"God help me," I mutter under my breath.

Perhaps it would have been better just to spend the night buried inside her just to get it out of my system. But I'm scared that one night might not be enough, and that's not an option.

It can't be.

"Your usual, Mr. Koslov?" the waiter asks as I approach my usual table tucked away in the corner of the bar.

I nod as I slide into the booth.

The bar is still fairly busy given the time, and I enjoy the low sounds of chatter mixed with the clinking of liquor bottles.

My body starts to relax, and I haven't even had a sip of alcohol yet .

A soft thud sounds, and I glance down to find my phone has fallen out of my pocket onto the hard floor.

"Fuck," I groan as I turn the device over in my hand to find the screen cracked.

I click the side button, but it doesn't light up either. "Great."

I sigh, tossing the device on the table just as the waiter appears again.

"Here you are, Mr. Koslov," the waiter says, putting a triple vodka on the rocks in front of me.

I nod my thanks before turning my attention back to my phone. I try to turn it on a few more times but it's clear something has been internally dislodged, so I quickly slip off the case and turn it over.

I freeze at what I find hiding inside the case.

"What the fuck?"

I have a gut feeling that I know what this is, but I need to be sure. Picking up the small chip, I hold it up to the light to examine it further.

"Son of a bitch," I hiss under my breath as I stare at the tracking device.

How long has this been in my phone?

I rack my brains, trying to think of who could have done this.

Would it be Massimo? But I have never left my phone unattended in his presence. Hell, I never leave my phone unattended, period . It's all too easy for someone to slip a tracker into your case without you knowing or to hack into your emails or accounts. As proven right here.

For that reason, the only place I leave it unattended is at home…

"You have got to be kidding me," I mutter under my breath .

Tossing the tracker on the table, I pick up my drink and down it in one before getting to my feet. I reach into the inside pocket of my jacket and toss a fifty on the table before exiting the bar.

There's only one reason why Lucia would need to know my location, and that realization has me sprinting back to the townhouse.

"Fuck!" I slam my fist against the door as I stare around Lucia's empty room. How the hell did she get out?

The security at my townhouse isn't as thorough as at Alexei's place, but then again I don't have a wife and child at home. The cameras in every room are enough to give me peace of mind, considering it's just me living there, and I am more than capable of handling myself.

But that changed after Lucia moved in. Ever since she escaped the day after the attack in the park, I made sure to have my security system notify me every time she entered a new room within the house, not just when the front door opened.

It meant if she was ordering door dash, I would know about it. If she went to the bathroom, I would know about it.

I had eyes on her at all times and yet somehow, she still found a way out.

Glancing around the room, my eyes land on the window, and my stomach sinks.

That's how .

And she's probably been doing it this whole time.

I'm such an idiot to think I could trust her. She had me completely wrapped around her little finger this entire time, giving me just enough control to think that I had the upper hand when really, it was hers all along.

I storm across the room and peer outside. There's nothing but a tiny iron balcony, barely a foot wide, with a twenty foot drop to the ground. There is also no fire escape attached to my property. It's the main reason why I didn't bother locking the damn windows in the first place.

But then my eyes flick across to neighboring property and spot the fire escape that zig zags down the side of the red bricks and curse under my breath.

It's at least a five-foot jump between the window and the neighbors fire escape. It's risky, but not impossible, which describes Lucia's thinking perfectly.

Yet again, I have underestimated the mafia brat, and I'm going to be the one to suffer the consequences.

"Fuck!" I slam my fist into the window frame.

It's not enough to split the skin, but it will no doubt leave a bruise. But that will be the least of my worries.

I had one job to do.

Keep Lucia safe.

And yet again, I have failed.

There are a thousand different places she could be in the city, and that doesn't include the hundreds of places that Alfonzo Morano could have taken her.

Who knows what state she could be in right now, but I can't risk calling my brothers or any of my bodyguards for backup. Ultimately they work for the bratva, and their loyalty will always be to Alexei first.

And if my oldest brother caught wind of what Lucia has been doing under my nose, there's no way in hell he would ever trust me again.

I have to search for her alone and pray that I get to her before someone else does.

Most of the owners of the high end clubs in the city have at one point been on my family's payroll which means they owe me favors.

As I fire up my G Wagon and begin the drive over to Tribeca, I start to make my way down the contacts in my phone and get each and every one of these guys looking for Lucia.

I wish I had gotten the contact details for her close friends. Perhaps I could have even paid one of them off in exchange for information.

I know these kinds of chicks—they're superficial as hell, with not a loyal bone in their body.

But I don't have time to dwell on that now.

Every second that Lucia is out of my sight is a second closer to Alfonzo getting his hands on her, and I'm not about to let that happen.

One hour turns into two, which turns into three, and I'm no closer to finding her, and I'm running out of options.

"Sorry, Koslov. I've not seen her," the owner of Vision tells me. "But the place is starting to empty out, so I'll let you know if she suddenly appears. You know how these chicks are, come to one of the top clubs in the city just to hide out in the restrooms all fucking night. She'll turn up."

"I appreciate it, Rocco," I reply before hanging up.

He was my last contact, but I can't let him be my last hope.

I decide to head back to the townhouse.

Lucia knows that I tend to get up around five in the morning, which is only an hour away. If she truly has been sneaking out this entire time, then she must be getting in before then as every morning for the past week I've been bringing her coffee around six before I head to the office, and she's always been tucked up in bed, sound asleep.

I grind my teeth as I turn the car around and speed back toward the townhouse.

All this time, she's been lying to my face, and I've been too blinded by the thought of fucking her to notice .

I played right into her hand, and it might just cost me everything. "You're a fucking idiot."

I push the accelerator to the floor.

There's no coming back from this. She's broken my trust once and for all, and I'm going to make sure she knows it.

When Lucia learns what I'm about to do, she might truly call the wedding off once and for all, but I have no choice if I want to keep Massimo from slitting my throat.

Having more responsibility within the bratva will be useless if I'm dead.