Ruby Mayhem: A Russian Mafia Romance (Vyronov Bratva Book 1)
Chapter 10

Did she just call me a dick?

I fucking love it!

Doesn’t mean she’s going to get away with it. Shifting away slightly, I press down on her shoulder until she’s on her back, looking up at me.

“That is not a good start to the arrangement,” I tell her. She licks her lips. They’re bee-stung; plump and pink after I kissed her, and maybe a little from the stubble on my jawline. After her initial reluctance, she’d responded with such enthusiasm it had surprised me.

A pleasant surprise.

And one I intend to fully explore.

But first, she needs to understand exactly who wields the power here.

“I don’t remember agreeing to any arrangement.” She looks at me from beneath lowered lashes. Her cheeks are still flushed, the color spreading down her pretty tits. As I trail a look down, her nipples begin to pucker again.

“You don’t have to say you agree. Your body is already telling me everything I need to know.” I lower my head to take a tight nipple into my mouth and she gasps. When I raise my head, her pupils are blown, her dark eyes almost the color of midnight.

“That’s not fair.” She pushes at me slightly but it’s a half-hearted gesture. I flick my tongue over her other nipple and the tiny hairs on her skin rise.

“The world is not fair.” I blow on her nipple and she shivers, arching up toward me. I pull away and she groans.

“You’re a total dick!” she repeats.

“There’s that word again.” I grasp her jaw in one hand and hold her face firmly to look at me. “You overstep, Ptichka. That’s not a good idea.” I’m lying. It’s the best idea, because it gives me a reason to show her what she can and can’t get away with. “Now, what did I tell you?” I cup her breast, my thumb teasing her nipple.

She huffs out a breath, making it seem like she’s finally giving in. When she replies, her voice rasps. “That I have to follow your rules.”

“And?” My hand trails lower until I’m cupping her mound.

“Escape is… futile.” Her breath catches. It stops completely when I run a featherlight touch over her clit.

“What else?” I can almost feel the little nub throbbing beneath my fingertip. It’s matched by the throb in my cock, which has suddenly perked up again.

“I… um… I’ll learn the ways of the Bratva,” she says in a rush, her hips bucking up when I withdraw the pressure on her clit. “Ohh… fuck!”

“You are not done yet. What else?”

There’s a moment of confusion, her eyes slightly glazed as I circle her clit then slide my finger between her slick lips. She’s still dripping wet, a delicious mess that I’m tempted to taste once again.

“That I can’t go somewhere. I don’t know,” she answers quickly before giving a low moan. The wet sounds of my fingers in her cunt are underscored by her rapidly rising breathing. When I stop yet again, she mewls.

“Where can’t you go, Ptichka?” I growl, keeping my fingers inside her.

“Don’t stop, you bastard!” she demands so violently, that it seems like it shocks her. But I’m not going to let it slip. I need to know she understood me.

“Where can’t you go?” I repeat.

“Fuck… the East Wing! I can’t go to the East Wing!” She moans, pressing her core against me, urging me to move my fingers inside her. Lucky for her, I’m just getting started.

“And you will stop calling me a dick. Unless you want me to show you what one looks like again.” I take her hand and guide it down to where my cock is now jutting firmly.

Blyad.

The things this girl does to me…

Her eyes widen as she circles my girth with her fingers. “You’re hard again.”

I watch her face as she tentatively touches me, her eyes wide with wonder. It’s been a long time since I’ve been with someone so unspoiled, and I’m rock hard just thinking about the things I can teach her.

“Good girl,” I growl, guiding her hand up and down my shaft. “Faster.”

Her grip tightens, and I groan; she’s a quick learner, I’ll give her that. And fucking beautiful too. Her other hand replaces my balls, massaging them gently as she stares up at me with those big doe eyes. My cock twitches in her fist, leaking pre-cum onto her fingers.

“You like that Ptichka?” I ask, voice gruff. She nods but doesn’t look away from our joined hands. “Good.” Fuck she’s more than good; if she keeps this up, I might just lose it. I don’t think I can remember the last time that happened. I push her back onto the bed and position myself between her knees. “My turn.”

I watch her face as I slide my fingers back into her wet pussy, marveling at how tight she still is, despite the pounding I just gave her. Her eyes are closed, and her lips are parted in a perfect O as she bites back a moan. Her hands grip the sheets, and I can see the tendons in her neck straining as she tries to hold back.

“No holding back,” I growl, pushing my index and middle fingers deeper inside her. “Scream for me, little bird.”

“Aaaahh… fuck!” She groans, her eyes flying open and looking like dark pools of desire. She clenches around my fingers and a low growl escapes my lips as I feel her inner walls gripping me like a vice.

“That’s it,” I praise, circling my thumb around her clit while thrusting my fingers in and out of her tight cunt. “You like that don’t you?”

“Yes… I love it,” she whimpers. The small sound sends shivers down my spine straight to my cock. She’s so fucking responsive; it’s intoxicating.

“Show me how much.”

She gnaws on her lip, slanting her eyes away shyly before spreading her thighs wide and pushing her hips forward. I get a clear view of her perfect pussy, pink and clutching around my fingers. I keep thrusting steadily, pushing against her spot with each inward movement. With my other hand, I toy with her clit until she’s twisting and writhing.

“Yes! Oh, God! Yessss!” She pants, then lets out a wail as I pick up the pace, rubbing a steady rhythm on her sensitive nub. “Oooohhh… Fuuuck!” she half-shrieks, her body jerking as I drive her closer.

“Krasivaya devushka,” I murmur. “Scream for me, Ptichka… just like I told you.”

When she looks up at me, her eyes are so glazed I doubt she sees me. “Oh… oh! Ohhhh!” Her voice pitches into a high, keening sound as she hits her peak.

As Tiana’s orgasm consumes her, I can’t help but admire the way her body arches like a bow, every muscle taut with pleasure. Her dark hair is a tangled tumble of curls, and her eyes are squeezed shut in ecstasy. Her full lips are parted, revealing pearly white teeth. She’s a fucking masterpiece, this one – a work of art that I created.

Her cunt clenches around my fingers, milking them as she moans out her release. It makes my lips twitch up at the corners, knowing that I’ve reduced her to a quivering mess beneath my touch alone.

It’s intoxicating.

I wait, watching as she gradually comes down, her chest heaving. Withdrawing my fingers from her depths, they emerge glistening with her juices which I bring to my mouth once again.

Her eyes move from my fingers to my eyes, something flickering in their depths.

“I’m going to fuck you now, Ptichka,” I tell her as I lower myself between her splayed thighs.

“Yes… fuck me, Kirill,” she wheezes, and I swear it makes my dick want to explode.

I don’t need more encouragement. Guiding the head of my cock along her slit, I enter her slowly, savoring every inch of the tight heat enveloping me. If she’s sensitive after the pounding I just gave her, she shows no sign of it.

“Kirill… yes…” Her nails dig into my back as she arches up to meet me, moaning my name. It sends shivers down my spine straight to my cock, making it throb inside of her wet heat.

“Blyad,” I mutter as she squeezes around me like a vise grip around my dick. She’s so damn tight and hot, it’s all I can do not to lose control. Her pussy clenches around me like a fist, milking me with every inward stroke.

“Oh… fuck… Kirill!” She meets each of my thrusts with unschooled enthusiasm. I can’t help but grin; her throaty cries, her wild bucking beneath me… it’s so at odds with the innocent woman from earlier today. But I don’t mind it one bit. In fact, it spurs me on even more as I pick up the pace.

“You like that little bird? You like it when I fuck you hard?” I’m panting with exertion.

“Yes! Yesss! Oh,” she screams, head thrown back against the headboard as her eyes roll back in her head. “Harder! Fuck me… harder!”

She doesn’t need to say it twice. If I was worried about making it painful for her, I’m not anymore. I slam into her with even more power, sliding in and out of her depths until our hips slap together with a wet smacking sound that fills the room, along with our moans and grunts of pleasure. Her juices coat my cock each time I pull out before plunging back in again.

“Blyad! Your pussy feels like heaven…” I’m not exaggerating. I can’t remember the time a woman felt so good beneath me. Her moans are getting louder, and her body is starting to shake, her thighs quivering as she clasps them around my waist. Her nails dig into my back, scoring trails down my skin.

I can tell she’s getting dangerously close; her cunt is tightening around me, pulsing and clenching every time I slam into her. Her back bows, pushing her tits into my chest, and her head falls back, mouth open as she gasps for air. Her cries fill the room, mixing with the wet sounds of us fucking and the slick smack of our hips meeting.

“Kirill! Oh my God, Kirill!” She screams. Her hips buck up harder, desperate for release, desperate for me to push her over that edge.

“That’s it, Ptichka,” I grind out through gritted teeth, as I brace my arms on either side of her head. “Fucking come for me. Come all over my cock.”

Her head shoots up and her nails dig in harder, and then she’s saying my name again, the word barely coherent through her screams. I can’t hold back anymore. Her walls pulse around me, her cries reaching a fever pitch. Her body tenses and releases as she orgasms, her juices coating my cock and spilling out around it. Her ass and thighs shake wildly against my dick as I continue to thrust, riding out her orgasm until I finally hit my own.

A low growl rumbles in my chest as my balls tense and release their contents. My cock throbs as I fill her with my cum. It mixes with hers, the hot fluid making a slick mess between us. I continue to thrust until the last wave of pleasure ebbs away, then I slow to a stop, buried deep inside her.

Bozhe moy.

She is fucking amazing. We’re both panting and sweaty, our bodies something more than entwined as we lay there, trying to catch our breaths. I pull out of her slowly, my cock leaving her with a small pop and a trickle of cum spilling out of her.

After a moment, I roll off of her and onto my back, feeling a strange sense of peace settle over me. It’s a feeling I shove aside immediately. She’s not my rest. She’s a means to an end. I can’t forget that.

I turn my head and run an eye over her face. She’s beautiful, alright. Even if she hadn’t fallen into my lap with all this bullshit, I would have picked her out of a crowd. She’s looking up at me, a soft smile on her lips and wonder in her eyes. She looks… innocent. Vulnerable. And fuck, she’s good at the whole innocent and vulnerable thing.

It’s almost enough to make me forget the bullshit she’s wrapped up in. Almost enough to make me forget my disgust at her father and the fact that she’s the daughter of someone who betrayed me by selling information to my fucking enemies.

There’s no chance of developing feelings for this woman. She’ll give me my heir, and help me complete my empire.

After that, I’ll decide what to do with her.