“I don’t need to rape the willing. You’re a puta. You’ve fucked many a man in my halls and bathrooms. I’ve watched every single one. I have cameras all over my club. Now, puta, you will spread those legs for me. If you’re good enough, I’ll keep you alive longer and tell him I’m keeping you instead.” He raises a hand to my jaw and squeezes it. “You understand?”
He starts to push me to my knees. I slowly lower, making sure I maintain eye contact. Pretending to be afraid, I bring tears to my eyes and increase my breathing. His chest swells with pride. I’m almost to my knees when I strike. My fist flies and nails him in the crotch. He chokes instead of crying out from the intense pain. As I rise, he’s collapsing, and I throat punch him so he can’t call for help. I reach behind me and unclip the gold chain. I insert my fingers in the ring and double wrap the chain around his neck before moving behind him.
I lean over his body as his eyes flare wide.
“Never underestimate this whore bitch,” I say in perfect Spanish. “Tell Medvedev hello from me.” I lace my fingers in the other ring on the garrote styled to look like jewelry. He starts to struggle but it’s too late. I pull and the wire tightens. I haven’t done this in so long, but I feel the adrenaline pump through my system in preparation for the kill. “By the way, Tonio, you’re not Russian. They would have never let you in the Bratva.” I pull, my arm muscles not used to this motion anymore.
My eyes flash over his head and toward the door when I hear a click. I’m expecting a guard and will use Tonio’s body as a shield, but then I see him—Vitaly—and my breath releases for another reason. He is still here. He’s dressed in black tailored slacks, a white button-down shirt open at the neck, and a black jacket. His hair is pulled back into a small bun at the back of his head. My gaze travels to his jaw pulled tight, then up to his eyes swirling with darkness. I hear the snick of the lock and then the bolt turn. My eyes widen unsure of what he’s going to do. I look down for a moment and see the relief on Tonio’s face, he thinks he’s saved.
Vitaly moves toward us in a smooth gait like a tiger on the prowl. He stops in front of us.
“You threatened my vozlublennyy.” His voice is tight as he calls me his beloved.
* * *
Vitaly
I didn’t expect her to go out tonight, and I certainly didn’t expect the outfit, but I knew she was up to something. The thought of that piece of shit Mexican putting his hands on my woman causes me to push past everyone and follow them toward the stairs. Like every man in the club, I can tell she’s bare under that dress and has no weapons on her. She is going to get herself killed, and I wonder if that’s her plan. If she has a death wish. I make it to the stairs a minute after they turn the corner at the top. I watch as bouncers make their way toward the stairs as well. I step back so they can go up before me. I’m going to have to go through them to get to her. I wait a beat before ascending the stairs. At the first security guard, I play the dumb card.
“Where is the restroom?” I make sure my accent is very noticeable. With several of my tattoos showing, it won’t be hard for them to think I’m with the local Bratva.
“Wrong hall, Russian.” He shakes his head. When he steps into my space to force me back down the stairs, I strike. I deliver a chop to his throat, then spin him around and snap his neck. I let his body fall as the next advances. I make quick work of him and send him to hell. Spotting an empty bedroom across the hall from me, I drag the two bodies inside and close the door.
I round the corner and find the other two security guards. They aren’t paying attention as they listen in at the partially open door. I rush them and drop them with little effort. These guys aren’t trained, their size and bulk are more for show. I deposit them in the same bedroom as the other two guards. I return and stand by the door in time to hear the Mexican tell Ana there’s a hit on me. He then says there’s one on her too. She was aware of that already, but the special requests are new. A struggle ensues, and I push inside, not caring about what I’m walking into. All I can focus on is him threatening to rape her. She’s everything to me and I’ll do what I need to in order to protect her.
What greets me when I step through the door isn’t what I expected. The man struggles for his breath while she uses a decoration from her dress to garrote him. Her eyes flash to me and take me in as if I were her last meal and she’s on death row. It’s good to know she still desires me.
I close and bolt the door behind me, then I move toward them ready to end this so I can fix what I broke.
“You threatened my vozlublennyy,” I growl as I reach behind me and produce a knife. I thrust it up under his chin and into his brain.
“Okay, kotenok, we are done fighting.” I focus on Ana. “Once I got to know you, I wasn’t going to take the mark. That first time I made love to you, I’d already decided not to kill you.”
I leave the knife in the club owner’s body for now. Ana’s hands relax and she lets his body fall to the floor. I reach over him and grasp her behind the neck, and I pull her face up to mine. I kiss her lips I haven’t tasted in over a month. I need her on my tongue. She opens for me and I roll my tongue through her mouth, making sure that if the asshole kissed her his mark isn’t on her anymore. The thought of him touching her causes me to not think for a moment. I step over his body and lift her up. I’m in motion and her back hits the glass window overlooking the club floor below us. I know it’s one-way glass. My hand slides up her thigh and I take in the truth—she’s actually wearing a barely there thong under the dress. I rip it from her body and pocket it. Then I undo my belt and slacks to free my cock. I slam into her body, and she cries out as her head slams into the glass.
“He better not have touched this pussy, kotenok.” My voice sounds hoarse from my anger.
“No.” She shakes her head as I wait for her body to adjust to my girth.
“Where did he touch you? Your lips? Your breasts? Where?” I demand. Her eyes are full of confusion when they move to mine. “Kotenok, if he touched you, I need to erase that and replace it with my touch. I can’t stand the thought of another man touching what is mine,” I growl.
She points to her chest. I lean down as I slowly start to move my hips. I lick up her sternum to her neck. I see red marks and pull back slightly still moving in her body.
“What’s this?” I kiss along the angry mark.
“He ripped my necklace off.” She points to the desk. I turn my head and see her cross.
“I’ll rip his balls off.” I start moving faster in her body. Her nails digging into my neck. She reaches up and pulls my hair free from the small bun. She buries her hands in it and pulls me tighter into her body. I plant a hand on the glass and move harder and deeper inside her. The four weeks away from her body causes my balls to pull up ready to blow, but I won’t go until she’s come. I pull out and turn, then drop her on the desk. I slip her necklace into my pocket before I clear the rest of the items off the desk, throwing everything around the room. I push her dress up and open her up to take her all in. My eyes devouring her beauty. Everything that is mine. “All mine, krasivyy kotenok.” Beautiful kitten.
“There’s a camera.” She points across the room. I don’t care. I lean down and dive in and devour her. She cries out. My tongue thrusts into her pussy before I move to her clit and suck it in, nibbling it. She orgasms right away; she’s just as on edge as I am. I rise up and slam back into her. Her body taking all of me. When I lean down to kiss her, she sucks my tongue between those full, pouty lips. The slight bite of pain as she pulls on it causes my hips to surge forward harder. I realize I don’t have a condom on, but I don’t care because she is mine, and I will never take her with anything between us again.
She releases my mouth, and I have to erase the images in my mind of him touching her chest. With one hand in her hair holding her down, I use the other to slip the neckline of her dress to the side so I can take a nipple into my mouth. I suck it deep and bite the turgid tip when I release it. Her back arches and she comes on my cock. I feel her juices leaking from her body. I lean back to push her legs open and up so I can take her deeper. I watch our connection, my cock glistening with her desire. The image is too much. I plant myself deep and come, bathing her insides with my release. She cries out my name.
“Fuck, you didn’t use a condom.” She slips into Russian, and I lean over her body.
“Because you are mine. No other man will ever be here, and I will mark you as mine anytime I want, kotenok.”I respond in Russian.
“I’m not on the pill, asshole.” She switches back to English. “I can’t get pregnant now.”