Page 22 of Cruel Bet

Just as he knew what he was doing with his hands and mouth, he certainly knows what he’s doing now. He again builds the climax inside of me changing tempo and I can feel the orgasm ready to explode. He brings me to the edge again and again until I feel like I can’t take any more.

“Nikolai,” I moan. “I can’t… Oh god, I’m gonna…” I pant, unable to get the words out.

“It’s okay, you can let go now.”

“I want you to cum with me,” I plead, “Please, cum with me.”

Before he can reply, the toe-curling orgasm ripples through me and I cry out his name. “Oh god yes, Nikolai.”

I feel him at the same time release inside me and he grunts out in pleasure, “Fuck, Arianna.”

“Wow,” I say, panting, sweating, and deliriously satisfied. “That was…” I can’t even find the words to describe how incredible that felt. “Is it always like that?” I ask.

“No, it’s not,” he replies.

I look down and notice that his member is standing to attention. “Didn’t you… erm… didn’t you finish? Wasn’t it good?” I ask, suddenly worried I was bad at it after all.

“It was better than good, and I came… but we’re not finished,” he says with a wicked gleam in his eye before showing me exactly how serious he is.

Chapter 14

Nikolai

After getting carried away in the moment and kissing Arianna, I told myself that I wouldn’t let myself go like that again. Kissing is an intimacy that can be misconstrued and cause feelings, something we’d just agreed to avoid. This was fucking, nothing more. But kissing her felt almost as good as fucking her and I found myself wanting to do both again. And again.

Sex with Arianna was unlike anything I’ve ever experienced with another woman. Watching her writhe on my cock and cum was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. She wasn’t kidding when she said she may have been a virgin but she’s no innocent wallflower. It took all of my willpower not to explode the second I entered her.

Now, after I’ve cum twice and Arianna’s experienced multiple orgasms, she’s spent and clearly exhausted. We’re lying on the bed, limbs entangled, the room in chaos from our frenzied sex that knocked over the second lampshade and sent pillows flying across the room. As much as my libido and desire for her seem to still be raging almost as strongly as before, I should let her rest. I get up and begin gathering my clothing and getting dressed.

“Where are you going?” she asks sleepily.

“It’s late, you should sleep. I need to take care of some business and then I will go to bed myself.”

“Oh,” she replies.

I can tell she’s disappointed that I’m not staying the night.

“We said no strings, no romance. Sharing a bed… it’s intimate, it complicates things,” I explain.

“Oh, of course,” she replies, her face lost in thought.

I wish I knew what those thoughts were.

“Goodnight, Arianna.”

“Goodnight, Nikolai.”

As much as I’d like to sleep, just like I told Arianna I would, I have business to attend to. Following the attack at the club and Lucchese’s demise yesterday, there will no doubt be a turf war over his assets. De Luca and Di Stefano are both Chicago-based, which bought us some time to take over some of Lucchese’s less guarded areas here before they got wind of what happened and sent their men in to claim their fallen ally’s enterprise.

It's unclear whether or not they were in on my assassination attempt or if Lucchese acted alone. Neither of them has made a move against me yet, but even if they weren’t involved, the fact Lucchese died by my hand in one of my clubs means they’re sure to do so soon. Neither De Luca nor Di Stefano have been seen, so it’s likely that, if they did know, they stayed behind in Chicago and let Lucchese do the dirty work.

Not that Di Stefano is ever seen. The man’s an enigma these days, never out in public, preferring to send his henchmen to do his bidding. A coward who can’t fight his own battles. I’m not afraid of them, but I do need to know what they know and how to take them down. Luckily, I just so happen to have someone here who knows all about De Luca. I’m hoping Arianna will be more than willing to tell us what we need to knowtomorrow. But if not, I’ll have fun getting the information out of her.

I head downstairs to find Endo, Kimiko, Dimitri, and a couple of my men, Mikhail and Lev, in the kitchen, shooting the shit and drinking expensive sake that Kimiko brought back with her. The sound of their laughter and banter permeates the halls.

When I enter the room, they fall silent, quickly jumping out of their seats to face me with guilty expressions on their faces.

“Pakhan,” Lev says respectfully.

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