Ruby Mayhem: A Russian Mafia Romance (Vyronov Bratva Book 1)
Chapter 12

I pause at the edge of the doorway, watching Tiana with my mother.

Anger and something else twist inside me as I take in the scene.

Blyad!

She’s defied me yet again. But I can’t deny that it’s also a part of her appeal. And to my surprise, my mother… she looks happy? A foreign emotion stirs within me as I see a light in her eyes that has been extinguished for too long. I can’t remember the last time I heard her speak so much.

“Kirill pomozhet. On budet,” my mother says, no doubt trying to tell Tiana that I’m here to help them speak to each other. I have no intention of doing that.

“Did Kirill do this to you?” Tiana asks. “Did he lock you in here?”

Annoyance mingles with amusement. She’s absolutely clueless and assuming the worst of me. Can’t say I blame her, but the thought of anyone believing that I’d harm my own mother makes my teeth set.

“Kirill,” my mother says, smiling radiantly and warming my heart. Tiana turns around and then her head snaps up, dark eyes wide as she spots me. The shock and the fear on her face is almost comical. When I stride in, she practically cowers. But I brush past her, moving to my mother and cupping her cheek tenderly.

“Ya ne mogu ostat’sya, mama. No ya skoro vernus’,” I tell her, hoping she’ll understand why I can’t stay.

She gives a nod, returning to the silence I’ve come to expect of her. I lean down and brush my lips over her forhead, then turn back to the girl.

“Kirill, I-”

“Come.” I don’t wait for her to finish. I close the distance between us, grip her arm firmly, and yank her out of the room. I swing the door shut behind us, moving with controlled precision so that my anger doesn’t ripple out and upset my mother. But I’m angry nonetheless. In fact, I’m growing increasingly furious as I stride out of the East Wing, with Tiana stumbling alongside me.

I shove the door of my bedroom open and pull her in. I can feel the tension as she follows me. Grinding to a halt after striding across the room, I glare down at her. She stares back with eyes wide, her bottom lip trembling. She knows what I’m capable of, yet I think this is the first time she’s truly been afraid of me since we met.

And she fucking should be.

“What the fuck do you think you were doing in there?” I snarl into her face.

“Kirill… I- I-.” She licks her lips. “I was just…” She fumbles for words, clearly uncomfortable at being caught out..

“You were just what?” The fact that I’m not shouting at her is probably scaring her even more than if I was yelling. Good. Let her be scared.

“I’m sorry,” she responds a little more firmly, her chin lifting slightly, masking the fear I know she is feeling.

“I don’t think you understand just how fucking sorry you should be.” My voice is cold velvet.

“How much more sorry do you want me to be, dammit? Really, Kirill, I was just… curious.” Her chin has lifted more firmly now, her jaw taking on a defiant angle that I’m coming to know now.

“Curious? You were disobeying me! You did the one thing I told you not to do.” My eyes dip to her chest heaving beneath the crisp cotton of my shirt. Which looks too damn good on her for my sanity. “Perhaps I should have been clearer. Perhaps you did not understand yesterday who is in charge.”

“For God’s sake, all I did was take a look. I don’t see what the big deal-” the words come out quickly but stop when I snap a hand up and close my fingers around the slender column of her throat. She yelps, her fingers grasping my wrist as I take wide strides, shoving her backward until she bumps up against the glass of one of the tall windows.

“I think you need a more ‘hands-on’ lesson,” I growl. My fist tightens, and she heaves in a rasping breath.

“Please… Kirill,” she manages to gasp out past the pressure of my fingers.

“Please, what?” I swivel her face to look out the window. “Please don’t throw you out there? Please spare you even though you continue to defy me?”

Her breath rasps out, terror glazing her eyes as she clings to my arm. She looks like a terrified fawn facing a predator. That should please me… but it doesn’t.

“Chert voz’mi! I should kill you right now and save myself the trouble.” I spin her away from the window, my hand tight on her neck as I haul her to where a tall armchair is set nearby. Sinking into it, I yank her down until she’s sprawled face-down over my lap.

“Kirill!” she shrieks. “What-?”

I ignore her. Instead, I pin down her flailing arms and deliver a stinging slap to her bucking rump. The fabric of my shirt that she’s wearing takes the sting off, but she gives a scream as I rain down five more in quick succession.

“What the fuck did I tell you about disobedience?” I slap her again. The shirt is becoming a hindrance, so I yank it up. And shoot me down if my cock doesn’t jerk when I see the plump swell of her ass clad in my own fucking undershorts. “What the fuck did I tell you?” I demand as I spank her again.

“Aaah! I’ll be good! I swear it!” She kicks her legs wildly, but I hook a knee over them and hold them down. She squirms and writhes against me frantically, but it doesn’t stop the next half a dozen sharp blows that leave my hand tingling.

“How good do you plan to be?” I slap her ass again.

“I’ll be good! Very good!” Tiana is fighting down sobs, but I don’t give a fuck.

“Liar. I don’t believe you.” Sliding my fingers into the waistband of the cotton briefs, I rip them down, exposing her bare flesh to me. Each perfect globe is marked with crimson prints that trail down to the top of her soft thighs. Just as I’d imagined. No… better.

Blyad!

She’s a goddamned vision. I glide my palm over the hot skin, almost soothingly, and she gives a low moan.

“I promise I’ll do what you tell me, Kirill. Please don’t hurt me.”

“Does this hurt, little bird?” I keep stroking. Her thighs part as I reach them, and I catch a glimpse of glistening pussy lips peeping out past the dark curls there. I tighten my hand on her soft flesh.

“Yes! No… I don’t know…” She gives another low moan. And then jerks as I slide a fingertip along her wet slit.

“Then let’s replace out, shall we?” Without warning, I spank her again, but instead of twisting away, her ass rises to meet my palm.

“Oh, fuck!” Her voice is low and husky.

“Oh, fuck” seems appropriate because my cock is so hard that I’m surprised it doesn’t burst from my pants. And I’m sure she feels it as it’s pressing against her. It gets even harder when she spreads her thighs, offering a clear view of her splayed cunt, as I give her another series of stinging slaps.

She’s sobbing openly now, but grinding her mound against my thighs each time my hand meets her skin. She’s still stiffly draped over my lap, but she’s no longer fighting me. In fact, she clasps an arm around my calf, clinging on as her head dangles above the ground and she pushes her ass into the air. When I raise my knee a little, she bears down on it, and I can feel how she’s trying to press her clit against me.

“Shit…” she moans, her fingers digging into my calf muscles. I swing my hand down again, and her head shoots up. Her cheeks are flushed, her eyes dazed, but she’s almost immediately rubbing against my knee once more. The combination of the warm heat of my hand and the friction of her pussy against my leg seems to be pushing her closer to the edge.

“Oooohhhh…” she moans out, her breath coming quickly. “Fuck… that’s… good.” She sounds surprised. The next time I land my palm, her body undulates. “Fuck! Yes!”

I watch as her movements grow more erratic beneath my hand until she stiffens, her back bowing. Spreading her cheeks wide, I thrust my fingers into her clutching pussy the moment her orgasm wracks her.

“Oh! Oh! Kirill!” she screams as she floods my palm with a rush of slick wetness. The sight of her lost in the sensations leaves my head spinning. As I look down at Tiana’s half-naked body, I can’t help but marvel at the sight she presents. Her long, dark hair cascades down her back, contrasting with the crisp whiteness of my shirt that exposes her rounded ass cheeks. Her thighs are spread wide, and I can’t tear my eyes away from the slickness glistening between her legs. The way she’s offering herself up to me is like an irresistible banquet of wanton need. My cock is rock hard as I watch her ride out her orgasm in my lap.

Blyad.

This is not how this was supposed to go down, but screw me if it isn’t the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. I don’t think I’ve ever needed to fuck a woman as much as I want this woman right now.

“Now you are going to do that while you are riding my cock.” I reach for her wrist, lift her roughly against me, then straighten her and grasp her hips, positioning her thighs over mine. Her eyes are dazed as I use one hand to unbuckle my belt and unzip my pants while I support her with the other. When my dick is freed, the cool air hits my hot skin in a rush, but I don’t plan to leave it out in the cold for long.

Steadying her hip with one hand, I guide my cock along her slit with the other and then thrust into her with a grunt. Her eyes fly wide as I fill her to the brim, her pussy still tight enough to take my breath away with the pressure of it. I take a moment to control myself before I start to move inside her. At first, she just sits there with her thighs shaking from the sheer force I impaled her with. Then she starts to rock her ass against my dick, her hands on my shoulders steadying herself.

“Oh… fuck! So deep!” she grinds out past gritted teeth. Her eyes lock with mine as I keep up a steady rhythm, bottoming out and then pulling back as she presses her mound against me.

“You like that?” I brush damp hair from her face. She nods quickly, her cheeks going pink. She’s so damn naive that it’s almost hard to keep the edge I’m holding onto. When I lift my hand to her mouth and slide my sticky fingers across her lips, she licks them. “That is how you taste when you come, Ptichka.” Her cheeks go pink, then burst into flames, and she ducks her head. I tilt it back up with a fingertip under her chin. “Now I am going to watch you when you lose yourself to me again.”

She gnaws on her lip. There’s the slightest flicker of defiance in her eyes, but it’s gone when I push my hips up roughly, taking her hard again. Her fingers tighten into the muscles of my shoulders as she starts to meet me stroke for stroke, rubbing her clit against me each time I fill her completely.

Once more, it doesn’t take long before her breath is coming quickly and her movements grow less steady. I push up the cotton of her shirt – my shirt – and cup a full tit, filling my palm with plump flesh as she keeps riding me. She jerks as if shocked when I graze a nail over her nipple and then pinch it lightly.

“Bystreye!” I grind out as I speed up my movement even more.

“Fuck! Kirill! So… good!” Her voice is hoarse, breathless and I feel the muscles of her channel start to tighten and flutter around me. I continue plunging into her with sheer force, watching her gasp for air. I watch her ass buck against me and her entire body shaking from orgasm that’s starting to tear through her.

“Are you going to obey me, Ptichka?” I growl into her ear, not slowing down my rhythm. If anything, I’m fucking her even harder; so much so that I’m starting to wonder if she’s capable of taking it. But then again, she needs to learn who’s in charge.

“No… I mean yes…”

“Yes or no?”

“Fuck… yes! Kirill… yes!”

“Good girl. Now you come.” I know that my smile has a touch of victory in it but she doesn’t seem to care. I have her face in my hand, and I hold it steady as I look into her eyes when her body starts to shudder. The sudden spasming of her pussy as she gives a hoarse cry is enough to take me over the brink with her.

“Vyyebat’!” It feels like electric jolts ripple up my shaft as I empty my load into the depths of her. “Blyad…” I groan as the sensation takes me. Tiana whimpers and writhes as I hold her waist firmly to keep her impaled on my pulsing cock until the shocks begin to subside. I fight for air, the muscles of my neck corded with the exertion. Still, she hasn’t broken eye contact – just as I instructed – and there’s something in that darkness that calls to me in a way that is unsettling.

As we begin to come down, Tiana rests her forehead against mine, her breath warm on my cheek as she brushes her lips against mine. The moment is almost too intimate, but I don’t end it as I should.

I like this. Why, I cannot say. Just that it is a feeling that I could grow used to. If I was a weaker man.

When she finally lifts her head, her expression has changed to something a little more resolute than the wanton woman I fucked so hard. I shouldn’t be surprised when she asks her next question – so I’m not.

“What’s that all about back there? In that room… that woman?” She tilts her head, curiosity coloring her features.

I look at her for a moment, considering what I’m about to tell her. “Nothing that concerns you.”

“Kirill,” she presses, cupping my jawline with her palm. “It can’t be that bad, surely? I mean, she looks like a sweet lady, and you obviously care for her.”

“I told you, this is none of your concern, Tiana.” I keep my tone firm, but it’s difficult to be tough on her when my entire body is still flushed with pleasure hormones.

“You know that I’m going to replace out sooner or later, right? If you expect me to live here, it’s only a matter of time before I figure out anyway. Why not just tell me now and get it over with?” She pinches her lips together.

Blyad. She has a point. And do I really have the patience for her questions? Or waste time trying to stop her from going to that room again?

“She is my mother,” I exhale.

Her mouth drops open. “The woman I saw is your mother?”

“Da.” I trail a fingertip down her cheek where a bead of sweat is trickling.

“But… why is she there?” Tiana frowns, her brow furrowing in confusion.

“She is not well.” I heave a breath. Fuck, it is hard for me talk about this. And why do I even bother telling her? It’s not like I owe her an explanation. But talking comes easier when I have just been balls-deep in the warm, wet haven of her pussy.

“I… Yes.” Tiana nods. “I could see that something was wrong.” She pinches her lips together. “What’s going on with her?”

“Dementia.” I say the word simply even though there’s a world of meaning in it. Because it’s a word that means that my mother has lost herself. Trapped in a darkness that she doesn’t understand. Neither do I. And even though I sometimes catch glimpses of her through the confusion, I know that she’s lost to me, too.

“Shit… I’m sorry, Kirill,” Tiana whispers. “When did it start?”

I shrug. “The doctors say it was probably already starting, but the rapid onset was triggered by trauma.” I gather myself to continue. “She was in an accident. The car went off the road in a storm. The rest of them didn’t make it.”

“The rest of them?”

“My father. My sister.” I shrug despite the pain this is still making me feel. “They went off the edge of a cliff. My father managed to get my mother out, then went back for my sister. The car went over the edge. Smashed into the ravine below while she watched them.” I turn my head away and clench my jaw. Why the fuck I told her this is beyond me. But it’s out.

Tiana sucks in a breath, then touches my face. “I’m so sorry,” she whispers.

I shrug again. “It’s life.” It hurts less to say it after the years that have passed. But the pain is still there. Although not enough to stop me from hardening once more as she presses to my side. I hook an arm around her waist and pull her firmly against me.

“I guess I understand. It happened with…” She trails off.

“Your father.”

She stiffens as I say it. The pain is still fresh, no doubt. “Yes. And my mother too. I think.”

“You think?” I cock my head.

“She disappeared. Nobody knew where. I was too little to understand what was happening.” For the first time, she drops her eyes from mine. “My father would never talk about it… or tell me anything about her. So I grew up with this fantasy of her in my head.” Her voice has grown muted. “I dreamed she’d come back one day and… and tell me she never meant to leave me.”

Blyad.

I tilt her head up to look into my face. “I am sorry, too,” I say.

Sorry?

What are you playing at, mudak?

This woman makes me hard… and soft at the same time. Except “soft”  is a luxury for a man like me. There is no room for it in my world.

I pull back to put a little distance between us, trying to ignore the flash of disappointment in her eyes.

“Kirill…” Her voice stops me from rising and setting her aside.

“What?”

“Could we… sit here a little longer?” She’s gnawing on her lip again. Sweet. Vulnerable. It tugs at something inside me.

Something that doesn’t belong there.

“No,” I say as I set her aside and rise. This has already gone too far. “I must meet with Dima.” I adjust my clothing and move away. “I will replace you later. When I have need for you.” I turn on my heel, ignoring the cloud of pain that darkens her features.

I don’t have time for this now.

I don’t have time for it ever.