Page 6 of Bedazzled
Running a hand down his haggard, unshaven face, Maksim said, “We have our Bratva, the men from the Turgenev group, the Toscanofamiglia-everyone is searching. There is nothing. The shooters had no identifying marks, no dental record, no fingerprints. We can’t tie them to any of our enemies.”
Ella sat next to me on the bed again, taking my hand. “What do we do now?”
“We keep looking,” he said, his voice like frostbite. “We kill and torture and tear this city apart until we find him.”
Chapter Two
In which Tania discovers why Yuri is so popular with the ladies
Yuri…
Current day…
“Let’s take his arm off!”
I could hear the chainsaw starting up, but it was muffled like everything else. This was not the first time I’d been tortured, it started when I was ten when my father decided my brother and I would be tortured to “toughen us up.”
There was no happier day for me than the one when Maksim killed thatzloy ublyudok,but after a childhood of unspeakable pain and a couple of episodes of bad luck in my twenties, I knew how to send myself away from the agony. I could mute it, at least enough that they could not break me.
I chuckled a little, blood dripping from my mouth. But maybe this would be the exception.
Tania.
She was always there on the edge of my consciousness. She was the lynchpin that kept me from flying off into hell.
Six months ago - The Four Seasons Honeymoon Suite…
Pinning Tania between me and the door, I fumbled for the keycard while she was biting my neck. When I felt her quick little hands go for my zipper, I groaned and pushed her harder against the door. “This is not helping my concentration.”
She couldn’t stop laughing until I finally got the door open and we tumbled inside. We landed on a soft oriental rug, and I braced myself above her, my forearms framing her lovely face. Her eyes were molten gold, and she was still laughing breathlessly.
“Do you know, darling, that you have this beautiful red flush that starts on your chest…” I kissed her there, between her breasts. “...moves up your throat…” The tip of my tongue ran up the throbbing vein in her neck. “...and lights your face so sweetly? It makes your lips fuller, redder…” Putting my mouth back over hers, I tangled my tongue with hers for a minute, tasting the sharp vodka we’d just had.
“L- look at you, sweet talker,” Tania was trying to stop laughing, but I’d moved and was kissing along her sensitive neck again.
Her laughter had cut off when I stood up with her legs still wrapped around me like a particularly aggressive strain of ivy. Pulling her harder against my cock, I rubbed against her. “Do you feel that? I’m going to be inside you so deep that you’ll never draw a full breath again.”
She arched one wicked eyebrow and thrust her hips up against me, making me groan. “Damn, honey, you are abadidea. On steroids. And I am 100% here for it.”
I have never been so turned on and yet laughing at the same time. I staggered into the bedroom and dumped Tania on the bed. As her legs flew up, I grabbed them against my chest. My hands slid up to hold her ankles, and I parted them wide to look down at her wet center. “Your panties are ruined,” I said with faux sympathy. “We should take those off before you catch a cold.”
Tania began giggling helplessly. “I don’t think my pussy can catch a cold, big man.” Her giggles cut off and she yelped when I ripped her undies off, appreciating the wet silk before I put them in my pocket. “Let us not take any chances,” I murmured, my eyes still on that perfect little cunt. She was shaved bare, and her pink lips were swelling so invitingly as I lightly circled her clit with my thumb, and dipped my finger inside her.
“Take off your dress,” I ordered, pulling my hand away. I put my finger in my mouth, tasting her. “I knew you’d be sweet.”
Sitting up, Tania wiggled her dress off and kicked away her heels. I rubbed the front of my dress pants, trying to stop my cock from tearing loose from the fabric. That tiny waist made an appearance again, and silky breasts with taut, brown nipples. I slid my hands up her rib cage and under her breasts, cupping them and squeezing. “Gorgeous,” I groaned, sucking one nipple into my mouth, then the other.
“Hey! Time for the grand unveiling, Yuri. I wanna see.” She put her hands over mine on her chest, giving me a sly little smile and running her foot up my thigh and brushing it over my painfully hard cock.
“Oh, do you want this?” I inquired pleasantly, rubbing her little foot over it.
“Yes!” Tania laughed, curling her finger in a ‘come hither’ motion.
“You can’t have it yet,” I grinned, turning my head to bite her calf, then the thin skin of her inner thigh, and running my tongue up the delicate crease where her thigh met her pussy.
Tania… The Four Seasons Honeymoon Suite…
I can’t have it? Oh, this Russian fuckboy is about to learn who he’s dealing wi-
