Nikolai: Taking Back What’s Mine (Russian Mob Chronicles Book 2)

Justine runs her hand down the gold drop earrings she just threaded into her ear as her eyes lift to the vanity mirror she’s been standing in front of the past thirty minutes. She sighs heavily, disappointed by the woman glancing back at her. With her shorts and casual tee replaced with a knee-length skirt and a shimmery blouse, she is once again Justine, first-year defense attorney, not a woman who spent the past four days living in a world she knew existed, but had no idea she craved.

The way Justine talks about her job leaves no doubt she loves it, but her eyes don’t hold half the light they do when I’m balls deep inside her. That is when the real Justine comes out to play—when I take her to the brink of insanity. She says she can’t think when I’m inside her. I don’t believe a fucking word. I’ve watched her so intensely the past few days, I know what she is thinking at the precise time she is thinking it.

Justine believes she craves normalcy. She doesn’t. She’s desperate to break out of the dull existence she’s been living the past four years. She wants to be free of the burden her brother’s incarceration has put on her life. She wants to live. And I’ll make sure she does exactly that.

Pushing off my feet, I head into the bathroom. Call me cocky, but I know my touch is the only thing needed to weather Justine through her latest battle. I have the respect of hundreds and am feared by thousands, but I’ve never felt more powerful than I do when my hands are on Justine. Her response to my touch is explosive, unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. Torture can bend the will of any man, but only my touch can bow the resolve of the most influential woman I’ve ever met. That power is addictive. One I’m growing to crave even more than respect.

Justine’s gaze meets mine in the mirror. Her breaths quicken as the natural pink hue of her cheeks descends to her collarbone. “Nikolai. . .” she breathes out in warning, reading the determination in my eyes. “We don’t have time. I have to be at work in under an hour.”

Ignoring the silent plea in her slanted gaze, I continue on my mission. I don’t need an hour to switch the worry in her eyes to lust. I don’t even need a minute.

The scent of her floral perfume smacks into me when I curl my arm around her waist and draw her to my body. Her soft plea for clemency is pushed aside for a moan when she feels the effect only she has on me. Justine isn’t the only one defenseless in our bizarre union. One sideways glance, one tug of her lips, or one breathless pant, and I’m fucking done. I want her more desperately than my lungs desire their next breath.

I’m so hard, it is the fight of my life not to bend her over the bathtub and replace her scent with my own. But since an hour isn’t long enough to get my fill, and the fact our condom supply has been depleted to zilch the past two days, I harness my desire. Barely.

Instead of devouring her sweet cunt like a man starved of taste, I run my thumb over her plump lips before dipping it into her mouth. Just like the good, obedient woman she is, Justine wraps her lips around my thumb before sucking down hard.

I groan as my cock hardens more. Justine smiles, reveling in my unrestrained response. She loves forcing me out of my comfort zone—pushing me into a world I’d prefer to fuck over than live in.

When she worships my thumb with the same attentiveness she usually reserves for my cock, I lose all control. I arch her over the bathtub before running my hand down the bumps of her spine, counting every little groove on my torturously slow trek. Justine is a fighter, but even she knows every dip, curve, and crevice on her body belongs to me—and only me.

“Ah, Ahren. I’ve barely touched you, and you’re already dripping for me,’ I hiss through clenched teeth when my hand cups her glistening pussy barely concealed by the meager pair of panties she’s wearing.

I’ve already threatened to cut off Carmichael’s cock if he gets within an inch of Justine, but her panties have me wanting to issue a whole new threat. This one is more sinister than any I’ve given.

Justine’s knees curve inward when I snap her lace thong off her body, my desire to have her shouting my name too urgent to slide them down her thighs.

I tuck her shredded panties into my pocket before yanking at my fly. “Hold on to the bathtub tight, Ahren; this will be hard and fast,” I warn her while releasing my cock from the tight constraints strangling it. “I’d like to take my time with you, but that must wait until tonight.”

Justine’s molten red hair falls from her shoulders when she nods without hesitation. My chest puffs high, smug as fuck by her obliging gesture. She is not only a beautiful woman; she is also smart. Her agreement will not only award her a mind-hazing orgasm, it will see her claimed in a way she’s never been claimed before. She’ll have all of me—wholly and without restraint. I’m going to make her mine for life.

Justine’s cries of ecstasy bounce around the bathroom when I slam into her in one eager thrust. Her pussy is tight, not the slightest bit damaged from the poundings I’ve been giving it the past two days. It hugs my cock, clenching around me so firmly, I could blow my load right now.

I draw my cock out to the tip before ramming it back in more furiously than my first thrust, agitated about how quickly she makes me lose my mind. I’ve fucked more women than I can count, but not one has caused me to lose control like Justine does. Just like my touch sparks her eyes with life, her touch bombards me with reckless thoughts—thoughts that could get me killed—thoughts that could get her killed.

I thrust into Justine harder, punishing her with my cock for how weak she makes me. If I want to protect her as promised, I need to be strong. I need to be the killer I was born to be, not a soft cock crippled by a woman. That is what got my brother killed. I will not be as stupid as Rico. I have no intentions of giving Justine up, but I need to play this game with the ruthlessness its brutality deserves. If I don’t do that, neither Justine or I will walk out of this alive.

If it were just my life hanging in the balance, I’d feed off the torment, but my decisions don’t just affect me anymore. I promised Justine I’d keep her safe. I’m going to keep my promise, no matter what the cost.

Skin slapping skin booms around the bathroom as I fuck Justine like a madman—like I am possessed. She takes it all in her stride, moaning my name on repeat, and begging for me to slam into her even harder. She knows I’m taking my anger out on her, but determined to stand by my side, she has put her body on the line to prove it. She’d let me do anything to her. I can see it in her eyes, smell it on her skin. She is just as far gone as me.

I roll my hips with every pump, raising Justine’s throaty moans to ball-clenching screams. “That’s it, Ahren, scream for me. Let me hear how much you’re enjoying this.”

My voice is rough with endorphins, but it doesn’t hold its usual arrogance. I’m getting lost in the moment, allowing the thrill of the hunt to overtake my worry.

After tightening my grip on Justine’s hip, my other hand moves to her clit. I roll the firm bud, still sensitive from our exchange earlier this morning, in the same rhythm I’m pumping into her. Justine moans even louder, washing away some of the chaos tormenting my mind. I love the way my mind becomes blank of thoughts when I’m fucking her. I’ve barely had a moment of quiet my entire life, but that is all null and void the instant she caresses my cock. It doesn’t matter if it’s her hand, mouth, or her tight little cunt, nothing but driving her to the brink filters through my mind when she’s near me.

“Oh god, please. Oh god,” Justine sings as her clutch on the bathtub firms. “I’m going to come, Nikolai. I’m going to. . .” Her words trail off as her head flops forward.

“Fuck!!” I roar when her pussy clamps around my cock, milking it with the same ferocity I’m fucking it with.

I hold onto her tightly, squeezing her clit and pumping into her in the rhythm her body is shaking. Moaning my name on repeat, she rides the waves of ecstasy. The sight of her in climax is a spectacular visual. She uses every inch of her body when she comes, leaving nothing behind until she is a whimpering, quivering mess.

Feeling like a god, I thrust into her another three times before the tingling sensation in my balls grows too intense to overlook. My fingers flex against her hip as cum rockets out of my cock in savage, raring spurts. Justine moans even louder when the heat of my seed coats the walls of her pussy. She knows what this means without me needing to speak.

She is mine—wholly and without reservation.

She belongs to me.

And I’ll slit the throat of any man who dares to say any different.