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“Are you wet for me Adalina?”

“Yes.” I whisper. He kisses me harder. His tongue fucks my mouth. I run my hands over his sweaty tattooed muscled chest. I kiss and lick his neck and move down to his chest and then down to his six-pack abs and then down his delicious V. I am now kneeling with my face in his lap. I pull his sweatpants down and his hard veiny cock springs out.

“Mmm.” Nikolai groans.

I lick up and down his veiny velvety shaft. I put the head of his cock in my mouth and lick away the salty pre-cum on the tip. I suck on the tip. He moans.

“Flatten your tongue and relax your throat – I want you to try and take all of me this time.”

I cup and massage his balls as I take more of his cock in my mouth. I hear Nikolai growl.

He grabs my ponytail and holds my head down as he slowly thrusts his hips. His large cock slides further in my mouth and down my throat. I gag. My eyes water. Nikolai increases the speed off his thrusts. My nose is pressing to his pelvis as he fills my throat. I enjoy pleasing him – having his cock in my throat. I suck and swirl my tongue every time he pulls out of my throat for another deep thrust. Suddenly, Nikolai lets out a long growl. I feel his balls tighten and his cock swell before he comes down my throat. I swallow every bit of his come. Nikolai grabs my face and pulls onto his lap. He kisses me deeply.

“Perfect.” He whispers.

I rest my head on his shoulder, feeling a mix of emotions.

“I have work to do.” Nikolai stands up and leaves the gym. What just happened?

Later that night, as I lay in bed, my door opens silently. Without a word, Nikolai enters my bedroom and lifts me gently into his arms. He carries me to his bedroom. I have never been in the private sanctuary of his bedroom.

Nikolai's bedroom is adorned with dark satin sheets and pillows, offering an inviting and luxurious setting. Soft, warm lighting bathes the room, creating an intimate atmosphere. The overall ambiance emanates power and elegance.

In silence, he takes me repeatedly, exploring my body with his mouth, fingers, and cock. I know I will be deliciously sore tomorrow.

Over the next few days, I find myself sleeping in his bed, making love with him two to three times a day. He can't seem to get enough of me. I am confused by this sudden change in Nikolai's behavior. He had previously avoided me, but now his desire for me is insatiable. Is it me he desires, or just my body? I'm uncertain about the true nature of his feelings.

I don’t know what’s happening between us. Nikolai remains silent, offering no explanations. His behavior fluctuates between moments of intense passion and raw animalistic desire. I can sense his insatiable lust for me, but I long for something deeper. I want to believe that I hold a special place in his heart beyond being a sexual release. During those moments when our lovemaking is tender and unhurried, I find myself hoping that he truly cares for me. Then he fucks me like an animal, reminding me he doesn’t have any emotional attachment to me. My head tells me to stay away from him, to put an end to this sexual relationship. But, my heart stubbornly remains deeply in love with him., while my body craves the pleasure Nikolai gives me. I feel truly alive for the first time in my life.

I am afraid to ask him about his feelings or the nature of our relationship. I dread hearing his cold words of rejection. Instead, I decide to just enjoy this sexual relationship with Nikolai and accept it for what it is. I wish it were more. But wishing doesn’t make anything true.

We spend the rest of the week eating dinner together, alone on the patio and making love in his bedroom. We don’t talk about the future. We don’t talk about feelings. We barely talk at all. I don’t want my time as Nikolai’s prisoner to end. I wish I could stay with him forever.

Chapter 24

Nikolai

I strut into Velvet Handcuffs with a sense of pride and excitement. It's almost showtime. The staff is buzzing with anticipation, making final preparations for the grand re-opening next week. I take a quick glance around the room, admiring the sleek, modern design and the flashy LED lights. The DJ is testing the sound system, and the strippers are rehearsing their routines. It's all coming together perfectly - the drugs, the money laundering, reclaiming Bratva territories, and the temporary partnership with the Outfit. It's a well-oiled machine, and I'm the mastermind behind it all.

As I take a seat at the shiny new bar, a glass of scotch in hand, my phone suddenly rings. I glance at the screen, seeing an unknown number. I answer the call with the thumping bass of the music pounding in my ears.

"Fedorov."

"Fedorov, this is Bobby Vincenzio."

I raise an eyebrow, curious about the reason for his call. "Funny I was thinking about you and all the money you are making on my cocaine. Are you calling to thank me?" I say with a hint of sarcasm.

But Bobby doesn't take the bait, and his response is serious. "No. That’s not why I called."

“I’ve done everything you’ve asked me to do. I’ve been selling your drugs, letting you use one of our gambling boats to launder money, and I’ve even given back your territories. Now it’s your turn to keep your end of the bargain. I demand the release of Adalina Gaito. She is bound to marry Mario Alfonso - the arrangement made by the Outfit and the New York families. Her fiancé and father are growing impatient with her prolonged absence. I made a promise to return her to them, and I always keep my word." Bobby Vincenzio says over the phone.

I lean back against the bar and take a sip of my drink. “I am also a man of my word,” I reply.

“That’s rich, coming from an assassin,” Bobby scoffs.

I narrow my eyes. “Just because I’m a killer doesn’t mean I’m a liar.” I pause for a moment, considering the situation. “But I’m not going to release Adalina until I get what I want from the Outfit.”

There’s a moment of silence on the other end of the line. “What the fuck more do you want?”

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