Page 5 of Until Death or Defeat

She pouts and grabs my arm. “Please? Don’t tell me you’ve already gotten sick of me. I won’t ask again about that restaurant, we can just go straight to yours, I promise.”

Her desperate and submissive words are almost music to my ears, too bad her shrill voice is the one uttering them. “Only if you can manage to keep those sexy lips closed, I’m not in the mood for small-talk.”

She excitedly agrees, happy the futurepakhanwould even be willing to put his dick inside of her at all. Women like this disgust me, but I could use a quick fuck after this shit night.

I walk with Lana and my brothers as we make our way out of the ballroom, grabbing my coat from the attendant at the door as I overhear someone crying off to the side, a phone in her hand.

“You’re just going to blow me off like that? You told me you’d be here, Dad. I needed you here,” she pleads as she wipes her nose.

She looks familiar but I can’t quite place it.

“You’re never coming back, are you? You left her and I’m just lumped in too?”

I didn’t realize I was still staring until our eyes meet, andshe turns around feeling embarrassed. We continue out of the building, and Roman speaks up, probably because of the contemplative look plastered on my face.

“That’s a Santoro, heard they were having some family drama.”

Of course he knows, since he keeps tabs on everyone so closely.

“What was her name again?”

Roman looks up thoughtfully, then responds to Maxim’s question. “Oh—that’s right, it’s Alcina, I remember because it was unique.”

I look down, ignoring the conversation as Lana shamelessly clings to me.

“I can see the family resemblance, she looks a lot like Giselle actually, except much less intimidating,” Maxim chimes in with a laugh.

Lana sees my eyes look towards Maxim when he utters Giselle’s name, and she squeezes my arm harder, trying to press her tits into me. We pile into Roman’s SUV and head back to the house.

I’m relieved when I finally see the large metal gates, dying to get a nut in to feel some sort of release after the tension of this night. I have to figure out a real way to deal with my fucked-up issues before I becomepakhan, or it’s going to eat me alive and distract me from focusing.

I’m so lost in thought that by the time I come back to reality and out of my head, Lana is already on her knees in my room. She unbuckles my belt and I try to get into the mood and wrap my hand tightly in her bright blond hair. She pulls my cock out from my briefs and starts to slowly rub her hands up and down, taking a moment to enjoy the sight as she licks the bead of pre-cum off the tip.

She wraps her fake lips around the head and starts to takeme. It’s the same as she always does, slow and seductive. She continues sucking and licking, and then her eyes look up at me.

Fuck.

What was that?

It takes me a moment to process what I just saw. She notices the look on my face and releases my cock, looking concerned. “Did I do something wrong?” She tries to look up at me with wide eyes and a pout.

The moment she looked at me, I saw Giselle’s fucking face looking up at me. Her siren eyes staring deep into my soul.

“Don’t look away,mal’chik . . .”

As I blink and see Lana again, my cock instantly softens.

“You should go, I’ll call you a ride,” I dismiss her as I zip up my slacks again and move away from her. I let myself out of my bedroom, leaving her confused on the floor.

I need to get a fucking grip. And more alcohol.

“Huh? Where did the blond go?” Maxim asks as I enter the kitchen and reach for a bottle of anything I can find in the cabinet.

“You should start learning people’s names, Max, especially the decent whores.”

I snicker at Roman’s comment.

Roman is the type of man who silently observes everything. He’s quiet and calculated, always trying to find the most advantageous way to deal with anything. He deals with everything in life as if it’s a business deal, including women. I’m still unsure if the man has a heart in there or just a fucking computer. His only redeeming quality is that he’s always got a solution lined up for anything, he’s probably the most reliable person I know. His cold blue eyes are always lifeless, devoid of any emotion, like nothing really matters to him at the end of the day and life is just a series of motions he goes through.