Russian Roulette (Russkaya Mafiya) (33 page)

“Oh, Viktor, I want, I want,” Elaina pants, breathless.

“Yes, Princess,” I mumble and thrust against her again.

I grind my cock in a circle motion and she calls out loudly. I use my other hand to grasp onto her breast, lightly pinching her pebbled peak through her thin shirt and bra.

“Oh please,” she begs and I push her shirt up quickly. I pull her breasts out of her bra, exposing sweet little peach nipples.

I grind my hardness into her again and she gazes at me with flames in her eyes. Elaina’s so turned on she looks as if she would burn up. The only thing separating us are her little panties and my pants. I push her skirt up higher so I can get to the top of her cotton panties.

“Sweet, sweet, Princess.” I groan as I rub her clit tenderly. She throws her head back, face and neck flushing. She looks astounding.

“Oh, Viktor, that feels so, so good.”

I use my free hand to pull my cock out while rubbing her. She has her eyes closed so she doesn’t notice. I slide her panties to the side. Her bare sex glistens with wetness and my cock throbs with want.
Yes
.

I place my tip to her opening and her eyes snap wide open, staring at me as I thrust forcefully into her extremely tight little hole.

“Ahhh, OH!” she yells and clutches onto my shoulders tightly.

Wow, she may be the tightest woman I’ve ever been with. I push in again slowly as her tender pussy squeezes me snugly, burying myself to the hilt. She gasps and a tear escapes.

I kiss it away and purr, “Shh, Princess, it’s okay. This is how it’s supposed to be, just you and me. You feel amazing.”

“Viktor, I…I haven’t.” I interrupt her and kiss her soundly. I don’t want to hear excuses or anything else. I just want to lose myself in her.

After a few beats Elaina relents, relaxing her muscles. She’s still extremely tight but at least it’s not painful to move anymore. She gets a little wetter and I bend her knee up, driving deeply. I feel each little squeeze her pussy makes and in return I pant, attempting to hold back from pounding her too roughly.

“Yes,” she groans quietly and stares into my eyes with each full plunge.

I use my free hand to capture hers and pin them on the arm of the couch behind her head. Gripping her wrists tightly, I drive my dick in quicker, thoroughly lubricating it in her juices.
I’m going to make sure every piece of her remembers this moment.

“You’re so perfect,” I whisper against her mouth, kissing her lips.

She makes little moans as her pussy drips, her wetness coating my cock and testicles. I move my hips in circles spreading her essence, grinding into her and stimulating her clit.

“Oh! It’s feeling even better!” Elaina pants, gasping in pleasure and I feel the first strong pulses of her pussy starting to orgasm.

I suck strongly on her round peach peak, making it stiffen further. Her cunt spasms erratically, her walls clutch me fiercely and push me over the edge. I can’t help myself; I drive into her forcefully a few times, gripping Elaina’s thigh tightly. I know there will be bruises left but I can’t stop, she feels too good. My dick throbs, pouring my cum so completely inside her.

“Оh, moy lyooBOF . (Oh, my love)” I grunt in bliss, completely sated, kissing her neck and cheek.

It takes a minute until I realize she’s stiff as a board underneath me. Glancing down at her, Elaina appears as if she’s seen a ghost. “What is it?” I ask kindly.

“Please, move,” she whispers, lip trembling and her eyes pooling with water again.
What did I do now?

“Alright, am I too heavy?” I grin at her, trying to lighten the mood. It just went from great to awful. She shakes her head and I climb off, puzzled.

Elaina glances at my cock and I stand proudly for her to admire my length. I know I’m not a small man and I’m proud of that fact. Her lip trembles again when she looks at it.

She scrambles up and walks to her room. I glance down at my cock, confused. He didn’t do anything wrong, in fact Elaina seemed to really enjoy him for a while.

I don’t understand why she’s upset now. I thought we were past it. Only my cock isn’t just coated in wetness and cum, but a little blood as well.
No way.

Glancing up after her, I call down her small hallway, “Come here, Elaina.”

“Please just leave. I don’t want to talk anymore.” Her declaration is shaky.

“Oh no, Princess, we are talking about this.”

“I said just go, damn it! You got what you wanted, now leave.”

I make my way down the hallway and stand in the doorway. Elaina’s in her shoebox-sized bathroom, turning on the shower. I push my pants the rest of the way off and unbutton my shirt.

She’s not going to get in that shower and wash me off her completely. I’ll get in there with her so she can’t try to forget what just happened. Elaina climbs in and after my shirt’s off, I climb in with her.

She shrieks a little when she sees me. I guess she wasn’t expecting me to climb in here. She’s mad if she thinks I would just up and disappear.

“What are you doing in here? I told you to leave!”

“I’m not leaving you, I just took you, and it means you’re mine now. You’re mistaken if you think I would leave after something so important happening. I may be cruel but I will never treat you that way.”

“Important? What’s important?” she asks stubbornly, snatching up her loofah and dumping Caress soap all over it. It’s a tan color and smells sweet like her skin did earlier.

“Elaina, I am not ignorant. I know I just took your virginity.”

Tears start to rain down her cheeks. They mingle with the shower spray and she turns away from me. She scrubs harshly at her arms with her pink poof.

“Please, you will harm yourself,” I say and clutch her arm softly, attempting to stop her. I take the loofah from her and begin to run it over her back delicately, cleaning her while she silently cries. It hurts me inside to see her so upset and all I can think about is how to fix what’s eating at her.

“Please open up to me, I promise I will try to help with whatever is going through your mind right now.” I put soap in my hands and gently massage her tense shoulders. I rub deep circles into the muscles, then up and down lightly.

Elaina leans her forehead against the white tile shower wall as she sobs. “You would never understand, Viktor.”

“I might understand more than you can fathom; try me.”

“I just have a thing with touching,” she utters quietly and my hands stiffen. I spin her around carefully to face me and study her face closely.

“What do you mean, with touching, exactly? Please elaborate a little.”

She picks at her purple nail polish and stammers, “I don’t-don’t normally like to be touched. Now when you touch me, I crave it and I don’t understand why. I have never wanted a man to touch me like I do you.”

“Tell me, why were you never touched? Why was such a beauty as yourself, still a virgin?” I hold her shoulders tightly and look at her with genuine concern. She looks to the ground, tapping her fingers against her thighs and shakes her head.

After a short pause she chokes brokenly, “I’m dirty, Viktor,” and I catch my breath.

She winces then brings her blue irises to meet mine. “I was touched too much before. I know you would never want someone who’s so fucked up and I don’t blame you,” she murmurs. “I’m just so glad it was you and not him.” She starts to sob again.

I remove my hands and tip her chin up to me.

“There is nothing dirty about you. You, sweet princess, are pure. You’re kind, helpful, caring and beautiful. There is nothing sullied about you. You’re telling me someone touched you wrongly?” Anger clouds my gaze.

Elaina nods slightly, bringing her fingers to her lips, upset and I lose it, punching the shower wall wildly. “Give me a name!” I roar.

“It was nobody. Please just forget I told you, I try to forget.”

“A name, NOW!” I am furious.

She nods slightly, looking at the floor again, and whispers, “My foster father, Brent Tollfree. It was years ago, I’m okay now.”

“Okay? This is not okay! Tollfree? Brent Tollfree – he has short brown hair and is about this tall?” I hold my hand up and she looks at me, perplexed.

She nods. “Yes. You know him?” she hisses, eyes widening in horror.

“Oh, don’t you worry about Tollfree ever again. I will take care of this immediately.”

“No! Viktor, you can’t! You will get in trouble, please, he’s a mean man. Just leave it, I’ve moved forward.”

“Elaina, do you know who I am?”

She tilts her head, confused, “Of course, you’re Viktor, you own businesses with your brother, including the club I work at.”

“Princess, I am the goddamn king of the Solntsvskaya Bratva and it just so happens that scum, Tollfree, owes me a debt. Not only does he owe me money but your innocence. It’s time I collect.” I step out of the shower quickly and grab her blue towel to dry off with.

Elaina jumps out and swiftly grasps onto my bicep. She uses both hands as one of her hands can only hold onto about half of my bicep.

“Please, Viktor, don’t get in trouble. This is my problem, not yours.”

“Elaina, an hour ago you became mine, that means your problems became mine. I take care of dirty deeds, it’s what I do. I hope you see I’m the one who’s truly fucked up.” I grab my cell phone out of my pocket to ring Spartak.

“Spartak, you need to stay with Elaina. Call Alexei and Sergei. Tell them to get here and bring the SUV.”

“Yes, sir, consider it done.”

I hang up and pull my white undershirt on. No point in putting my button up shirt, tie and jacket on. They’d just get dirty with the plans I have.

“Viktor, don’t go. He’s disrupted my life enough; please don’t let him do this to us. Please tell me about the solinska thing.”

“The Bratva. You don’t know what that is?” I ask, baffled. I thought everyone knew.

“No, I have no idea.”

“Are you familiar with Mafia?” She nods her head. “Good, I’m basically the criminal version of the Russkaya Mafiya. It’s called the Bratva.”

“I see, and you’re the leader?”

“Yes, is this an issue?” I retort gruffly.

“It could be. I don’t want to live a life hurting people or worrying about you going to jail for the rest of our lives.”

“You will hurt no one and you will not know anything about my business, it’s not like you think. We can talk about this when I have time. I must go.”

“You’re making a mistake,” she pleads, sadly.

“One thing you will learn, Elaina, is my business is
mine
. Someone has to be willing to make those types of mistakes, just so happens that person is me. You need to accept me for the type of man I am, because I will not change.” I kiss her chastely and head out the door.

FIVE

ELAINA

My mind won’t stop reeling. The alcohol has
pretty
much worn off. I don’t think I would’ve let Viktor go that far if I had been completely sober. I wouldn’t change it for anything though. It was time and I’m glad out of everyone, it was him. I feel myself falling a little more for Viktor each time I see him. Now this happens and I know I’m going to be completely infatuated with him. Isn’t that what normal girls do with the guy they lose their virginity to?

I can’t believe I told him about Brent. I’ve never admitted that to anyone but with everything happening it just came pouring out. Surprisingly, I feel better now that I’ve got it out. It seems like any barrier I believed I held, eventually comes crashing down with him. Does it make me a horrible person that I don’t feel an ounce of remorse for whatever Viktor’s going to do to Brent?

I need to call Emily about this Mafia stuff. Surely she must know about Tate. I grab my phone and quickly close the photo that started this mess of a day. I bet Viktor forgot about it or he’d be looking for two people right now.

“Hello? Little sister?”

“Haha, shut it, Emily! You’re the younger one.”

“Nope. I’m waaay wiser, so that means I win.”

“Whatever!”

“So how are you today?”

“Oh my gawd, today was crazy!”

“Why, what happened? Ouch! Baby pains, this kid is a kicker.”

“Aww, I love feeling the little one kick. So yeah, crazy day. With Viktor, no less.”

She gasps and lets out a little squeal. My sister’s been pushing for Viktor and me to get together for months. She’s totally on his side and I’ve been fighting every step of the way. I should have just given in.

“Tell me!”

“Okay, so what’s this Mafia business?”

“He told you?!”

“He said it’s the Bratva, like Mafia.”

“Yeah, not just Bratva, Elaina, he’s in charge of all of it. He took over for his uncle. It’s kind of a huge thing, you’ll learn over time. This life can get crazy but it’s also a tight group. Tate and Viktor watch each other’s backs and they have a ton of men to protect them.”

“So you did know about all of this. Why didn’t you say anything about it, ever? I really don’t know what to think about it. I don’t know if I can handle it like you do.”

“I couldn’t tell you, I’m sorry but I had to respect Tate’s discretion. Of course you can do it. You’re as awesome as I am, so you will be fine.”

“Haha, thanks. Pretty sure I already know I’m full of awesome though. Anyhoo, I love your face, can we eat together soon?”

“Of course, I would love that! I love your face too.”

“Bye, Em.”

“Bye, little sister.”

I hang up and sit in the middle of my bed. I’m glad she has faith in me being able to live that life, because I’m not so sure. Me and the Mafia? What kind of things does Viktor even do? I stare at my phone, hoping for it to ring with his number or for his nightly text, only it doesn’t come.

Viktor

I’m so angry inside after what she told me, I feel like I have lava coursing through my veins and I can’t stop shaking. I had Spartak call my guys because I know I’m too mad to drive. I will probably wreck or kill someone if they cut me off.

My guards show up in the black SUV. I don’t think I’ve ever been so pleased to see them. The windows are so heavily tinted I can’t see inside the vehicle. Black is better when transporting bodies, fewer people will see it or pay attention to it at night.