Chapter 11

Chapter 10

Luka

I CAN feel Sophia"s tight pussy clenching around my cock as she moans and whimpers, filling the room with her sweet sounds. It fuels me to go harder, thrusting deeper and deeper until I can"t hold back any longer.

"You have a perfect fucking cunt, krasotka," I growl as my fingers dig into her hips, pulling her tight against me. Each clench of her pussy around my cock drives me wild, making me curse under my breath.

"Shit, shit, I"m gonna cum..." She moans, her pussy gripping my cock tightly. The sensation drives me wild, and I feel like I could explode any second. The short nap I took only intensifies the pleasure, and it"s almost like a release after being locked up for so long.

But right now, all I give a fuck about is fucking her.

"That"s it, dorogaya," I growl, my voice rough with lust. "Take every inch of my cock. Scream for me."

Lost in sensation, Sophia throws her head back with a throaty moan, her body starting to quake as her orgasm approaches. Gritting my teeth, I drive into her harder, deeper, chasing my own climax.

I don't fucking care right, now.

As she comes, it takes all of my willpower to not release with her. Instead, I pull out and watch as my release coats her ass in hot streaks.

In a frenzy, I grab tissues from the nearby table and roughly wipe away the evidence of our passion. She remains still, slumped against the table, while I clean her up.

The clock"s incessant ticking barely registers over the noise still blasting from the rager downstairs. I glance at Sophia, splayed out on the conference table like a debauched offering, breathing hard. Tossing the tissues aside, my lips curl into a smirk as I survey my work.

Gripping her thigh possessively, I drag my fingers higher, watching Sophia shudder and squirm at my touch. Even now, disheveled and spent, her body begging for reprieve, I can"t help imagining all the ways I want to defile her further. To take what is mine, over and over, until she can"t walk straight. My cock twitches as desire rips through me anew.

This woman was going to be the death of me.

"Look at you, krasotka", I growl, my voice low and gravelly with lust. "So perfect for me. So mine. And we"re just getting started..."

I gently run my fingers over her wet lips, the sight of her beautiful cunt making my desire for her grow even more intense.

I observe her pink, tight pussy clenching into emptiness.

"What a gorgeous pussy you have," I sneer before leaning in close to whisper in her ear. "But it"s mine now."

I can feel her body tense as she turns to face me, exhaustion evident in every inch of her being. But even disheveled and panting, she is still the sexiest thing I"ve ever seen.

Her legs still unsteady. With shaking hands, she reaches to pull up her bunched dress and straighten her apron. "I have... to go," she says breathlessly, not meeting my eyes.

In one swift motion, I close the distance between us and trap her against the table"s edge. "No, krasotka, you aren"t going anywhere," I growl, yanking her dress back down to pool at her waist.

Sophia gasps as cool air hits her exposed breasts, rosy nipples pebbling under my heated gaze. She moves to cover herself, but I capture her wrists, holding her arms away. " I"m not done with you yet."

"But, but we just..." Sophia stammers, her protest dying on her lips as her gaze lowers to my cock, already rock hard and straining for her again.

I can"t resist pinching one of her rosy nipples, rolling the sensitive bud between my fingers. She lets out a breathy moan, her back arching to press her tits further into my rough palm. So responsive, so eager for my touch. It makes me want to do filthy things to her.

"We just what, krasotka?" I ask with a dark chuckle, giving her nipple a sharp twist. Sophia whimpers, squirming deliciously against me. "Just fucked? Just made you scream on my cock until you couldn"t see straight?"

Gripping her jaw, I force her eyes back to mine, drinking in the heady mix of lust and trepidation swirling in their depths. "Oh, I"m nowhere near done with this tight little body. You"re mine to use as I please."

To emphasize my point, I thrust my hips into hers, grinding my rigid length against her naked sex.

"hmmm.." Sophia gasps, her nails digging into my forearms as she tries to stifle another needy moan.

"Look at yourself, dripping for me like a good little slut," I hiss in her ear, my other hand dipping between her thighs to feel the slick evidence of her arousal.

My cock throbbing as I watch her cheeks flush with both embarrassment and arousal.

"Now, I want you to suck my cock," I command, already so hard for her as I sit down on one of the large leather chairs in the room.

"What?" Sophia"s eyes widen and her jaw drops as she sees my erection. But despite her shock, I can see a flicker of desire and hunger in her eyes as she watches me stroke myself.

I lean back, legs spread wide, one hand lazily pumping my rigid cock.

"You heard me, krasotka. On your knees. Show me how much you can take this cock."

For a moment, Sophia remains frozen, chest heaving with each rapid breath. I can practically hear the war raging inside her - propriety versus hunger, fear versus need. It"s a delicious sight, one I intend to savor.

"Don"t make me ask twice," I growl, my tone brooking no argument. "Or would you rather I bend you over the table again and take what I want?"

A shudder runs through her at the threat, and slowly, she sinks to her knees. The picture of submission. I groan low in my throat as she shuffles forward and tentatively wraps her fingers around my base.

I never thought I"d be so consumed with desire for anyone, not after the years of isolation and rage that have festered in my heart. Revenge has been my sole focus, a black void swallowing me whole. But seeing Sophia like this, eyes hooded with lust as she parts her lips to take me into her hot little mouth... Fuck. It sets my blood on fire.

"That"s it, milaya," I rasp, hips canting upward to slide deeper past her lips. "Take it all. Just like before."

Sophia whimpers around my girth but does as she"s told, fingers digging into my thighs as she begins to bob her head. The wet suction of her mouth is exquisite, made all the more intoxicating by the knowledge that I"m the one who reduced her to this - a wanton creature desperate for my cock.

As she works me over with lips and tongue, I bury my hands in her silky hair, guiding her motions.

"Suck me good, krasotka." I growl and she obeys, parting her lips as far as they will go. I thrust my throbbing cock past her teeth, feeling the tightness of her mouth around me. My fingers tangle in her hair, pulling roughly as I drive myself deeper into her throat.

Her tongue swirls and massages my length, driving me wild with pleasure. The sound of her moans combined with the vibrations against my shaft sends shivers down my spine and makes my toes curl.

With a firm grip on her hair, I guide her up and down my length, savoring the feeling of her cheeks hollowing with each movement. But I can"t hold back any longer, not with the way she makes me feel. So I bury myself deep in the back of her throat, watching in awe as tears stream down her face and she struggles to accommodate my every command. Her desperate gasps for air make me want to explode right then and there, but I resist, knowing that I want before I reach my peak, I pull out abruptly, leaving Sophia gasping for air. My hand still clenched in her hair, I take a moment to compose myself. The sight of her, lips swollen and glistening with my essence, is almost enough to undo me right then and there.

Growling, I yank her up and crash my mouth against hers in a bruising kiss. Sophia moans into me, her tongue eagerly tangling with mine as I plunder the hot cavern of her mouth. I can taste myself on her, and it only fuels my hunger for more.

"Fuck, malyshka, you want it so bad, don"t you?" I growl against her throat, grazing my teeth over her racing pulse. "Need me to make this aching cunt come again on my cock?"

"Yes... yes, please!" Sophia whimpers, writhing in my grip as I reach down and push my fingers between her thighs. She"s fucking drenched, slick arousal coating my digits as I rub rough circles over her throbbing clit.

"Say it," I demand, pinching the sensitive bundle of nerves and making her cry out. "Tell me how much you need me."

"I need you, Luka! I need you so fucking much... please!" Sophia babbles, hips bucking against my hand, chasing the pleasure I"m giving her.

With a feral grin, I scoop her up and toss her over my shoulder like a conquering barbarian claiming his prize. Sophia yelps in surprise, hands scrabbling at my back as I stride purposefully out of the conference room.

"Oh, I"ll give you what you need, krasotka," I promise darkly, palming her ass as I carry her down the hallway towards my private quarters.

"And so much more. You won"t be able to walk straight for a week when I"m done with you..."

Chapter 11

Luka

"LU-KAAA! WAKE up, sleepyhead!" Yulia's high-pitched voice pierces through my dreams, and I groan. I don't want to wake up, not after the night I had with Sophia. The way her body felt against mine, her wild moans echoing in my ears…

Uh…fuck!

I'm roused from my memories of Sophia as something wet assaults my face. Opening my eyes, I find myself face-to-face with a pair of guileless eyes staring back at me. A fluffy puppy perches on my chest, its tongue dangling as it licks me enthusiastically.

What the hell?

When it barks in my face, it only adds insult to injury.

"Surprise, Luka! Meet Max!" Yulia announces, her face alight with glee. "Dimitri got him for me as a present! Isn't he the cutest thing you ever saw?"

The puppy cocks its head, eyeing me with a mixture of curiosity and bemusement. He's cute, no doubt of it. Not that I give a fuck. Max bats at my chest with his tiny paws, wagging his tail as if demanding attention.

Suppressing a frown, I address the pup with a mutter, "Great first impression, Max." Inwardly, I curse Dimitri for introducing yet another distraction to my already complicated life, but the sight of Yulia's unbridled happiness chips away at my resolve. As much as I try to preserve my tough-guy persona, her joy is contagious. But I slump back into my pillows, worn out after last night's activities.

Fuck. I'm out of practice.

Not that I should be thinking about Sophia right now. It makes my cock throb, and that's completely inappropriate with my little sister in the room.

"Luka!" Yulia's voice pulls me back to reality, and I force my heavy eyelids open again. She's bouncing on my bed, her puppy playfully chasing after her.

"Alright, alright, I'm awake, maly?ka," I grumble groggily, sitting up slowly.

"Don't call me maly?ka, Luka!" Yulia pouts, her hands on her hips in mock indignation. "I'm not a baby anymore!"

I chuckle at her feisty spirit, ruffling her hair affectionately. "Forgive me, Miss Ivankov," I tease. "Or would you prefer ‘Your Royal Highness'?"

Yulia giggles, a mischievous glint in her eyes as she starts jumping on the bed again. Her laughter is infectious, and it makes me smile. As tough as life can be, moments like these with my sister remind me of the softer side of things, the side that I often try to keep hidden from the rest of the world.

I stand and stretch, feeling the satisfying ache in my muscles. It's been far too long since I had a woman like Sophia in my bed, and now I crave more. The mix of emotions – the pleasure from the previous night and the warmth of being with family once more – washes over me, making me feel more alive than I have in a long time.

"Come on, Miss Ivankov," I say, scooping Yulia into my arms and tickling her sides. "Let's go get some breakfast, and then we can take your puppy for a walk, yes?"

"But I already had breakfast with Dima and Erik." She pouts, her pretty blue eyes wide and innocent, a perfect match for her cherubic face framed by golden curls. Yulia is the spitting image of the mother we lost to cancer just six years ago. It never fails to take my breath away, the love and loss mingling in my chest, a constant reminder of the woman who once held our family together.

"Oh, you did?" I ask, feigning surprise. "Well then, I guess I'll just have to eat by myself. Maybe I'll find a slice of cold pizza and see if I can convince it to be friends with me."

Yulia giggles, her laughter like music to my ears. "Don't be silly, Luka! Pizza can't be your friend. You eat pizza!"

I chuckle, unable to resist playing along. "Fine, I'll just have to settle for some eggs, then. Maybe they'll listen to my jokes."

Her excitement bubbles to the surface. "But guess what, Luka! In one month, I'll be eight years old!" She beams with pride, practically bouncing in my arms.

A pang of guilt twists in my gut, remembering the four years I spent in jail, unable to care for her myself. I feel a little clueless when it comes to taking care of her; my world is about brute force and killing, not raising a child.

"Really? You're growing up so fast, maly?ka," I say, pushing the darkness aside and focusing on the moment. "We'll have to plan a party for your big day. Maybe we can hire a clown…or would you prefer a magician? I hear they can make things disappear, though I'm not sure if they can make my terrible cooking vanish." I listen to myself as if the words are coming from someone else. What the fuck do I know about planning a kid's party?

Yulia laughs again, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Can we invite all my friends? And have cake and games?

"Friends?" I ask in surprise. "Who are your friends, Yulia?"

She grins at me, her innocence shining through. "Erik, Dima, and Maria, of course! They're my best friends!"

A sharp bark interrupts her bright chatter.

"And don't forget about Max, of course!" I smile and plant a kiss on Yulia's forehead.

"Yes! Max is my best-best friend in the world," Yulia agrees.

I feel a pang of sadness at her words, knowing that her "friends" are limited to our trusted bodyguards and her nanny, Maria. It's not fair that Yulia has been forced to grow up locked in our fortified mansion. I don't know how she manages to stay so cheerful. It amazes me.

"Of course, we'll invite them all, and we'll have cake, games, and anything else you want for your birthday, maly?ka," I promise, trying to hide my sorrow.

Yulia's eyes suddenly widen as though she's remembered something crucial. "Oh! I almost forgot! Dimitri and Erik are waiting for you in the gym. They want to talk to you about something. It's urgent."

I furrow my brow, curious about what could be so urgent that it couldn't wait. "Thanks for letting me know, Yulia." I gently set her down, giving her a quick hug. "Why don't you go play with your puppy while I go see what they want?"

She nods enthusiastically. "Okay, Luka! See you later!" With that, she dashes off, her puppy nipping at her heels as she runs out of the room.

As I watch her bound away, a fierce sense of protectiveness swells within me. Yulia is the light of my life. I'll do whatever it takes to keep her safe and happy.

As I enter the gym, I find Erik and Dimitri sparring inside the octagon ring. Beads of sweat glisten on their muscular bodies, and the air is thick with the scent of exertion and aggression. Despite their fierce appearance, I can sense the undercurrent of amusement in their expressions as they notice me walking in.

Erik smirks as he wipes a trail of blood from his split lip with the back of his hand. Slate-gray eyes flash toward me for a moment before zoning back on his looming opponent.

"Well, well, if it isn't the boss himself," Erik says, still focused on Dimitri. "We were starting to think you'd gone soft on us, Luka. Or could it be that a certain little waitress has captured your attention?"

Dimitri moves near the edge of the octagon, the dangerous glint in his dark eyes hinting at his ruthless nature. Scars from bullets and knives mar his massive frame, yet he moves with surprising agility as he circles Erik, who is built more like a Greek god, with a bad-boy grin to match.

"Yeah, I heard you two had quite the rendezvous last night, Luka," Dimitri taunts. "What happened? Did she put up a fight or just fall into your arms like all the others?"

Annoyance simmers within me, but I suppress it, knowing they're trying to provoke me. "Cut the crap, guys. Why am I here?"

Erik dodges a powerful punch from Dimitri, his sculpted muscles flexing with the effort. "Well, boss, our shipment cleared customs. We're set to meet the new buyers tomorrow."

Seizing the opportunity, Dimitri lands a solid hit on Erik's ribs. "Yeah, no thanks to you and your little distraction, Luka. But don't worry, we've got it all under control."

Despite the teasing tone in Dimitri's voice, I force myself to concentrate on the matter at hand. "Good. Everything needs to go smoothly. We can't afford unwanted attention."

Erik regains his footing and swiftly takes Dimitri down. "You heard him, Dimitri," he says through gritted teeth as he fights against the other man's superior size. "No screwing around. Our reputation is on the line."

Before I can react, Dimitri interjects, his voice taut with tension, which could be from being locked in a chokehold or from what he's about to tell me. "Luka, there is bad news. Two of our men were killed in an attack on one of our cannabis factories. We need to find out who's responsible and make them pay." His eyes blaze with vengeance, fueling his next ferocious blow against Erik as he bridges out of the lock and springs to his feet. The pair square off, fists protecting their faces. In any other situation, it might be odd to be sharing information in the middle of a showdown. But this is how we roll, after all.

And this news is unwelcome. Rage boils within me, my voice turning venomous as I demand, "Who the fuck dares to attack our operation?"

Erik, momentarily pausing his battle with Dimitri, wipes the sweat from his brow. "Don't worry, Boss. We're already hunting the bastards down. They'll pay for their mistake, one way or another."

As if to prove his point, Dimitri suddenly sweeps Erik's legs out from under him, sending him crashing to the ground. But Erik, never one to stay down for long, is on his feet in an instant, then strikes back hard, his fist connecting with Dimitri's face. The larger man doesn't even blink; he's built like a tank. His sheer size belies his speed, and he was one of the most formidable men in our ranks.

Caught in the throes of Dimitri and Erik's brutal sparring match, the atmosphere in the room is heavy with unbridled aggression and a sinister need for dominance. Watching this fierce display of power, I can't help but be reminded of the intoxicating contrast between the scene playing out before me and the wicked memories of last night's tryst with Sophia.

Sophia was like a living, breathing aphrodisiac, her body a tantalizing playground of pleasure that I took my time to navigate. She was wild, bewitching, and unlike any woman I'd ever possessed before. Just thinking about her flushed face, the delicious curves of her body, and the way she responded to my touch sends a searing wave of heat through me. My cock throbs again, and I find myself craving more.

What the fuck am I thinking?

I don't need any woman in my life; not before and not now! I've had my share of gold-diggers and one-night stands, but they never left me with this irritating itch I can't seem to scratch. But what the fuck was that strange feeling when I found my bed empty this morning?

I shake my head, trying to dispel the memory of her, but it's no use. She's carved into my thoughts like a tattoo I can't erase. The fact that she vanished in the morning is driving me mad. Is it her disappearance that has me twisted up like a pathetic boy? Or is it the realization that she's not just another quick fuck?

Jesus, get your head out of your ass.

I'm Luka Ivankov, and I do not do feelings. I've built a fortress around my heart, and no woman has ever come close to breaking through…Until now.

Bullshit!

I have a plan to execute, a score to settle with my goddamned uncle and the fuckers who betrayed my family. This is no time to be distracted by a woman. Even one who already feels like a drug.

But, if I ever cross paths with that little temptress again, she won't stand a chance in hell of slipping through my fingers. I'll make damn sure she's mine to control, and I won't let her vanish into thin air like a goddamn phantom.

No, next time, she won't leave until I've decided I'm done with her.