24. Alfie

24

ALFIE

I ’ve been dreaming of bending Mika over this desk and spanking her since the day I met her, and my cock is throbbing—painfully hard—now that I have her exactly where I want her. I’m so turned on by the sight of her naked and panting, ass in the air, eager to have me inside of her. We didn’t get to finish what I started this morning, and I’m so desperate to fuck her right now, I’m not sure I could stop myself if the barn caught on fire.

Spreading her beautiful red ass once more, I line my swollen tip up with her wet entrance and slide inside her tight pussy. Mika whimpers as she ripples around my hard length, her body begging for more until I’m buried to the hilt.

“My greedy little pussy,” I groan, throbbing with the intense pleasure of filling her hot, slick hole.

Mika moans, her hips rolling back against me as she keeps her legs spread, giving me the perfect view. Grasping the curve of her hip, I rock inside her, and she cries out as our skin slaps together. I love just how aroused Mika got from her punishment and that, for all her obstinance, she wants this. She might be shy about her darker desires, but I fucking love how dirty she is, how eager she is for me to claim her, to possess her, to bend her to my will—and that she’s willing to challenge me in spite of who I am. It’s like she was put on this earth just for me—a woman untamable enough to hold my attention with an appetite that matches my own depravity. I’m never going to get bored with Mika. She’s addictive—the more of her I have, the more of her I crave. I need to be inside her like I need oxygen.

I thrust hard and deep, making the desk scrape across the wood floor every time I slam inside Mika. She leans into the punishing pace as she bites her lip in an effort to stay quiet, but I want everyone to hear that she belongs to me. Reaching around her hip, I collect her juices on my fingertips and swirl them around her clit. Mika whimpers, her lips parting as her walls tighten forcefully around my cock.

“If you were a good girl who did what she was told,” I say softly, “I’d let you come like this. But since you disobeyed me, I’m going to make you come with my fingers in your ass.”

She shudders, her knuckles turning white around the edges of the desk as she gives me a wide-eyed look over her shoulder. When I circle her puckered hole, lubing it with my slick fingers, she gasps, color flooding her cheeks. Keeping up my relentless pace inside her pussy, I ease my thumb inside her ass. She cries out, unable to stay silent as I penetrate her tight hole, and with every inch I press inside her, she flutters around my thumb.

My balls ache with the thought of claiming her ass with my cock, but she’s so tight, I’ll need to work her up to that, and I doubt I’ll last that long. After having blue balls all morning and punishing her with a crop, I’m already very close to coming. From the way Mika’s moaning, I think she’s very close as well.

I can feel her swelling around my cock, her core tightening as she teeters on the edge of release, and it feels so damn good, if I don’t pull out now, I’m going to come inside of her. Mika cries out, her pussy clamping down around my erection, and I snarl as I pull out at the last minute. Slick arousal gushes from her pink lips as I remove my thumb from her ass to grip my cock, and I aim it at her puckered hole as I give it a few hard tugs. Thick ropes of pearly cum splatter across her red-lined ass and trickle between her cheeks. Mika quivers, hovering on the brink of release but not quite satisfied. Collecting my cum on two fingers, I work it slowly inside her tight ass.

Heat races through my veins as she flutters around me, greedily taking both my cum and two fingers inside her back entrance for the first time. Mika sobs, her body quaking as I finger fuck my release into her tight hole. She screams my name as she falls apart a moment later, coming with just my fingers in her ass. Her body ripples around them, milking my digits as fresh arousal slicks her already-dripping folds. I can’t help myself, with one hand continuing to play with her ass, I reach between her thighs to finger her pussy, savoring the way she throbs and pulses around me. When she finally collapses onto the desk, breathing heavily, I ease my fingers out of her slick holes.

“I’ll be back this evening,” I murmur, leaning forward to brush a kiss across her flushed cheekbone. “Behave until then. No wandering beyond the barn and track.”

“Okay,” she murmurs, releasing her vise grip on the desk, but her legs seem too shaky to hold her weight as she stays bent over the edge, looking dangerously enticing.

Forcing myself to behave, I tuck my cock back into my pants and close them. Then I palm her bare ass one last time and collect my jacket and tie. Already getting hard again, I stride to the office door and slip back into the barn alley before the sight of her beautiful body, naked and covered in my cum, can tempt me to stay and fuck her a second time. As much as I want to, I’ve spent too much time dealing with her misbehavior already. I need to get back to the city before Dominik can slip away. Vincent and Marco fall silently into step with me, and several of the barn hands cast me quick sidelong glances before carefully averting their eyes.

I pause in front of Ottavio, who stands at the entrance to the barn. “Set up a perimeter of five guards around the track where they’ll be out of sight. Make sure they understand they’re to make no sudden moves, and keep them stationed in one place until Mika’s done for the day. Then she can go straight back to the house.”

“Yes, boss.” Ottavio gives a curt nod, gesturing to several men as I head for the car that will take us to my helicopter .

“Marco, as soon as you can, I want you to collect Nina and bring her back up here. Put as many men as we can spare on the road up once you get her in the chopper. I want this place locked down better than Fort Knox. You can send Salvatore back down for me with the bird once my sister is settled in.”

“Understood.”

At least then, I’ll have Mika and Nina in the same place and as well fortified as I can.

I can’t get Mika out of my mind for the entire flight back to New York City. I can still smell her arousal on my fingers, and images of her naked and bent over her desk keep flashing through my mind. I need to concentrate on how I’m going to deal with Dominik—if Nikolai still hasn’t surfaced by the time we land. But focus proves elusive when I have a blonde spitfire waiting for me upstate.

Forty-five minutes later, Vincent and I are piling into the armored Escalade with four of my men and a driver. The last I heard from Romeo, Dominik still hasn’t moved from Shaker’s, so that’s where I’m going.

“Still nothing on Nikolai,” Vincent confirms darkly as he hangs up with the men who have been out looking for him since yesterday.

I nod, scowling through the windshield as I wonder how in the hell Nikolai could have vanished so thoroughly. It’s not like I haven’t been keeping a close eye on him—for a long time, not just since this conflict started.

Romeo’s car is still parked where it was before, but as we roll up, stopping next to it, a tingling foreboding races down my spine. No one’s in the driver’s seat, but a slip of paper has been tucked beneath the windshield wiper.

“I’ll get it,” Matteo says, slipping out of the back seat. He casts a glance up and down the street before approaching the vehicle to snag the paper.

We’re all on high alert until he makes it back to the SUV, and I command Sep to pull up around the corner as Matteo passes me the note .

“ Merda, ” I mutter after quickly reading the chicken scratch. “Dominik’s holding Romeo in the club.”

“What’s it say?” Vincent asks, his eyes flicking down to the paper in my hands.

“It’s time to talk.” I ball the paper in my fist and toss it onto the floor. “Let’s go. Weapons hidden, but be ready.” I glance toward Sep behind the wheel. “Keep the motor running.”

He gives a quick nod of understanding, and I slip out of the passenger seat, my men falling in around me as we head toward the club. It’s nearing sunset, and the entrance looks more popular now that we’re nearing the end of the work day. The bouncers standing at the glass double front doors don’t even try to stop me as my men and I march up the steps. Shaker’s is written in bright neon-pink cursive letters along the back wall of the foyer, large enough to read before we even step inside.

“Where is he?” I demand of the young leather-clad hostess with cat-eye makeup that makes her blue eyes pop.

She can’t be more than eighteen, but she’s fully embracing the club lifestyle, her breasts pushed up as far as her halter top will allow as she shows off her midsection. She tosses her thick, high ponytail of dark hair playfully, eyeing me up and down before she pops her gum. Then she rests her chin on one palm, her elbow propped against her host stand as she lets her long manicured nails tap against her cheek. “Where’s who?” she asks innocently.

“Dominik. He’s expecting me,” I growl.

The girl’s flirty smile drops, and her eyes shift to take in the men behind me with more scrutiny as she stands tall. “Mr. Bonetti?”

I give her a stony glare, waiting for her to realize she’s barking up the wrong tree, and a flicker of anxiety flashes through her blue eyes.

“Right this way.”

The girl steps out from behind her host stand, her leather mini skirt barely long enough to cover her ass before her thigh-high fishnets start. Once, I might have found the girl appealing, but now, she only makes me wonder what it would take to get Mika into an outfit like that. I suspect Mika wouldn’t be caught dead in public wearing something that revealing—which only makes the thought of it more enticing, especially because her fit ass and long legs would look incredible. Hell, she makes a dirty pair of jeans look sexy.

The club girl’s clacking steps are muffled by the throbbing beat as we enter the main floor of the club. Businessmen wearing high-end suits have already bellied up to the catwalks where strippers dance, spinning on their poles, their bodies bare except for small triangles of fabric that cover what’s between their legs. The only lighting comes from the neon runway strips and the flashing, colorful strobe lights, casting deep shadows on all the men there to watch.

Our party stays on high alert, ignoring the dancers entirely as my men keep their hands tucked subtly beneath their suit jackets, ready to draw their guns at the smallest provocation. The bar bustles with activity, bartenders shaking cocktails as scantily clad waitresses in stilettos wait to fill their drink trays. At the back of the club, two guards barricade a set of wide double doors—metal, by the looks of it, and I wouldn’t be surprised if they were bulletproof. The guards eye us suspiciously before our hostess signals for them to step aside. They do wordlessly, their expressions warning me that any funny business will be handled without hesitation—no exceptions.

The double doors lead to a long hallway with soft blue track lighting. Numbered doors line each side, and based on the sounds issuing from behind them, it’s easy to conclude this is where customers come to satisfy their desires—for the right price. Two more guards stand on either side of the unmarked door at the end of the hall, watching us closely.

“Mr. Kapranov is expecting Mr. Bonetti?” our young guide confirms, her long strides making her hips sway provocatively.

One of the men lets his eyes drift down to watch the hypnotizing motion as the other man meets my gaze.

“He’s been waiting,” he confirms.

Based on his tone, I’d say that’s not a good thing—and he thinks I’m to blame for making his boss wait.

“Your men stay here,” he adds, eyeing Vincent up and down .

My guard bristles, ready to refuse, but I hold up a hand to silence him.

“Fine.” I still have my gun.

The guard turns to give the door three sharp knocks, then opens it and gestures for me to enter. Giving my men a curt nod, I step inside, cautiously taking in the scene before me.

From the doorway, it looks as though Dominik is the only one in the room—aside from the stripper giving him a private dance from her small pedestal of a stage. Aside from her mile-high heels, she’s completely naked, though her long blonde hair reaches down far enough to partially cover her breasts when she whips it around just right. As erotic as her movements are—and despite the fact that she seems to be dancing just for him—Dominik appears less than interested. He’s hardly even watching her as he leans forward in his overstuffed black chair, his elbows braced on his knees as he scowls down at the floor—where I spot Romeo.

My stomach knots at the bloody pulp he’s made of my man’s face. If I had any doubts about who beat the crap out of my soldier, it only takes me a second more to notice the split skin across Dominik’s broad knuckles. Fury roars through my veins as I take in Romeo’s condition. He’s still breathing, but he’s too weak to stand, each exhale wheezing past blood-covered lips as Dominik keeps a foot planted on his back.

“I don’t like being followed,” Dominik says flatly, looking up from the man pinned beneath his boot. “It seems you didn’t get my message the first time around.”

“I’ve got the message,” I growl between clenched teeth.

“You’re sure?” The hulking Russian pulls a gun with casual disinterest, cocking it as he points it at Romeo’s temple.

Romeo groans, his fingers splaying against the bloody carpet like he wants to move, but he’s too beaten to defend himself.

“Let him go,” I state flatly.

Dominik’s sharp blue eyes flash to mine, icy and apathetic. An involuntary shiver races up my spine. His gaze promises violence, and I wonder if my assessment of Dominik was off. Nikolai might be less predictable, but I’m starting to wonder if Dominik is just as crazy as his father. If so, I might have just gotten a man killed with my overconfidence.

But after a long pause, the Russian lifts his foot, shoving Romeo away from him. “Crawl back to your don, then, tarakan ,” he sneers.

Relief surges through my chest when Romeo does as he’s told, scrambling toward me as blood drips from his lips. As soon as he’s within reach, I grasp his arm and haul him to his feet. He sways dangerously, but manages to regain his balance and turns back to face Dominik with me despite his injuries.

“The next one won’t have a pulse when I return him—if I return him,” Dominik states, rising from his seat to face me. He crosses his thick arms over his massive chest, his muscles bulging against his sweater, and he looks me up and down. “Now, why are you having me followed?”

“You blew up my horse trailer—threw Molotov cocktails through the windows of my house. Why do you think I’m having you followed?” I snap.

He huffs, shaking his head like I’m dense. “This could all be resolved if you stuck to your word. Marry my sister—like you agreed to in the first place—and the fighting can stop.”

“Fighting? How can you call it that when I’m the only one under attack? I think I’ve shown more than enough restraint while I let your father have his temper tantrum. Now it’s time we sit down and resolve this like men,” I state.

Dominik’s humorless laugh releases ice in my veins. “It’s too late for that. There’s only one way you can save your little whore now.”

“You can’t touch her. I’ve made sure of that,” I growl, but his threat raises the hairs on the nape of my neck as a dark sense clouds my mind.

“You think you can keep her safe?” The Russian lifts his thick eyebrows. “Would you bet her life on it? We already know where you’re keeping her, and if you’re here with me, then you might already be too late.”