Page 74 of Bratva Jewels Box Set
If he wants the best damn blow job in the world, he is going to get it.
Nikolai pushes me toward him. “Get on your knees,” he commands, and I do as I’m told. “Good girl.” As Nikolai releases my hair, the blood slowly seeps back into my head, and the throbbing starts. I shuffle forward, placing my hands on Dmitri’s thighs.
“Open wide, Zoe. Show me what Nikolai has been raving about for the past month.”
My eyes look to where Nikolai is standing, his face is stony. My heart is pounding. You can do this; you can do this. Justthink of something else. I move closer and pray that I can get through this.
“You did so well tonight, Zoe. You made me proud,” Nikolai coos as his fingers touch my blonde hair just the way he used to touch me while we lay in bed talking about the future. “Dmitri said that was one of the best blow jobs he has ever received, and that’s saying something, the man is the biggest whore.” He chuckles as if this whole situation is okay. “I’m sorry I made you do that, but this is your life now. I knew the moment I met you that you were special.” Nikolai caresses my face. “Moyo zoloste, my gold.”
My heart is confused because he’s being nice to me, like the old Nikolai, but in that room, I saw his other side—the ruthless mafia boss.
“Why? Why did you do it? I loved you, Nikolai. I thought we were going to have a future together. Get married, have a family, all the things we spoke about. You never once led me to believe I was going to be your whore.”
His hard palm meets my cheek, and I’m stunned.
“You are fucking special. You will be one of my jewels. I love you, Zoe, but this is my life. This is what I was bred to do. You and I can still be together; we can still have that life we spoke about.”
“You love me, yet you’re happy to let your friends fuck me, let their hands touch my body. Do you like eating the cum out of my used pussy? Is that what you like?”
Nikolai’s hand reaches out lightning fast and begins to choke me. I can see the anger burning in his eyes.
“Don’t you ever speak to me like that ever again. I told you, you’re special, no other woman has ever held my attention like you have. You are my whore to do with how I see fit. If that is to suck my friend’s cock, then that is all you are good for. If I need you to seduce a politician for the night so that he can signoff on paperwork for me then that is what you are going to do. Just because I whore you out doesn’t mean I don’t care for you or that you are not my favorite. But know this, I can end your life at any moment because there are thousands, millions of beautiful women hanging out at bars, waiting for someone like me to come along and show them a good time.”
I’m so fucking angry I spit in his face and launch myself at him. “I hate you, I fucking hate you. I’m going to kill you; one day I’m going to fucking kill you.” My nails rip into his skin.
“Get off me, you fucking bitch!” Nikolai screams. He’s too strong for me and overpowers me easily, pressing his body against me. His weight holds me in place, and he has a tight grip on my wrists. “That will be the last time I will deal with one of your outbursts. Next time you will not like the consequences.”
He’s too strong for me, but there will be a time when I become stronger, and I will seek my revenge.
“Zoe, Zoe,” Gracie screams.
The sound pulls me from my nightmare, and I sit up on the sun lounge.
“Angel, are you okay?” Mateo rushes over to me dripping wet, he must have been in the pool.
“I … I …” I’m disorientated.
“You were thrashing about on the lounge. I tried to help you, but you fought me,” Gracie says.
Blinking a couple of times trying to shake the cobwebs of my nightmare from my mind, I notice Gracie’s bloodied lip.
“Shit, did I do that,” I say, reaching out.
“It’s okay. I think you thought I was Nikolai. You kept screaming out his name.”
Did I? Shit. That nightmare felt real. I haven’t had one in a while.
Gracie is in tears. I hold my arms out to her.
“Are you okay, my love?” Mateo asks.
I nod. “I think I drank too much and may have gotten too much sun. I have a headache. I’m sorry to have worried you.”
Mateo reaches out and cups my face. “I’ll go get you some water and Gracie some ice for her lip.”
“Does it hurt?” I look over at my sister.
“It’s fine. Are you okay?”
