Page 14 of Seduced By the Russian

“Easy. krastoka.”

Pushing her panties to one side, Nikolai slid a finger into her, and her clit started pulsing so hard that he could feel it in his dick.

“You’ve never done this before, just as you had never sucked on a man’s dick. I like that. I’m the first man to ever touch you this way, am I not?”

“Mmm,” Lisa moaned.

“Words, Lisa.” He inserted a second finger, and Lisa gasped loudly.

“Yes!”

“Yes, what?”

“You’re…you’re the first man to ever touch me.” Lisa couldn’t make one logical thought.

“Good girl.”

In a second, Lisa’s pants came off, along with her panties. She stood in front of him half-naked and not a bit self-conscious. All she could see was the way Nikolai’s eyes darkened into a deeper shade of blue as he looked at her.

“Krastoka,” he murmured, resuming his position against her. Nikolai toyed with her clit again, stroking her until her legs couldn’t stay still anymore. Lisa held on tightly to his shoulders, keeping herself standing with his strength.

Abruptly, Lisa felt something cold, hard, and stretched on the outside of her pussy. She knew what it was without opening her eyes, as just hours earlier she had it in her mouth. Nikolai rubbed his dick on the moisture over and over again. The tip touched her clit, and Lisa’s whole body recoiled as she screamed in ecstasy. She pushed her waist against Nicholai, urging him to slide his cock inside her.

“What do you want, Lisa?”

Lisa did it again, this time wrapping her hands around his waist. Nikolai shook his head subtly, then leaned to whisper in her ears.

“Use your mouth. I know how skilled it is.”

Lisa felt like she was going to combust from all the buildup of passion. She tried saying something but her lips only parted, with no words coming out. Obliging her, Nikolai thrust once inside her with his cock, holding her to keep her upright. Lisa felt earth-shattering pain, but it soon dulled as Nikolai went on slowly, thrusting at a comfortable speed.

He increased the pace again when he thought she could take it, and Lisa thrashed and twisted in his grip, raw passion shooting through her. She saw red, then blue, then white all at once, and she thought she was going insane.

And then she felt it. The crazy quiver of her legs, her eyes rolling back on their own accord, the increasing and trickling moisture down her legs - then, the explosion.

Lisa arched her back as she reached orgasm, screaming into the air as Nikolai continued thrusting. She fell against his warm body, and he held her, pulling out of her at the same time. Lisa didn’t know why, but at that moment, she felt something in her move for Nikolai. It was crazy, but she felt bonded to him.

Lifting her head, she regarded him intently in all his glory, enthralled as the setting sun cast a soft glow on him. He looked like a fierce monster holding a breakable mortal in his arms.

And Lisa loved the look.

“Next time, tell me what you want.”

Nikolai picked her clothes off the floor and handed them over to her, pecking her head before walking back in the direction of the giant door.

But resting on that wall, watching the sun go down, Lisa realized that she was no longer in control of what she wanted anymore.

Chapter Seven

It had been one month already since the accident, one month since a mole had infiltrated the Bratva to get information to feed a rival group. The days following their discoveries had been used to get more information on what he had told Nikolai before he ordered his men to finish him up. And the Russian Bear had checked every record available in his office, including those kept by his father before he died. There was nothing that could possibly tell Nikolai the identity of the other group that his enemies were working with. And that irked him.

Nikolai was pissed with the loose thread hanging around in the shape of a revengeful mafia family, and he needed to act fast. That was the reason he had called some of his allies at the American mafia, as well as the Colombian drug cartel who helped out with his shipments and distribution. Although the leadership family didn't exactly support his decision to work with the Columbians, there was nothing they could do to stop him. That was how he had gotten his nickname - Russian Bear. Nikolai was as ferocious as a bear, and he was the only one with the balls in the New York mafia to accomplish all he wanted despite the obvious dangers posed along his way. He had never been known to give up or get defeated mid-battle, no matter who he was up against. Thus far, the Russian Bear had never gotten a bad report at the end of every transaction, and he was determined to keep it that way.

He knew Kuznetsov loved his guts, and he was banking on that to push him up the leadership ladder. Fuck whatever Andreyev thought.

Once everyone Nikolai was expecting sat around the huge mahogany table in the conference room at his Penthouse in Brighton Beach, along with Dmitri, he stood up and the whole room went hush. Everyone who sat there had worked with Nikolai for quite some time now, and they respected him for the authority he commanded. But deep down, Nikolai knew the real reason they wouldn't cross him. Both the American mafia and the Columbian drug cartel knew how ruthless he was and how he wouldn't hesitate to kill every single member of their mob if they made one wrong move. They barely knew a lot about him - only the stories told - because Nikolai preferred keeping his private businesses a secret.

"Thank you for coming on such short notice," Nikolai begun, like they even had any other choice to begin with. "I need your help. A month ago, I discovered that there was someone working amongst my men who had come in through rather dubious means. Our investigations have led us to one name - Petrova. My hunch is that they are on the rise again."

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