Filthy Secret

Nikolai

Seeing her passed out brought fear to me unlike anything I’ve ever felt. She’s usually so strong and full of attitude, but seeing her unconscious, so vulnerable, has made the beast within rage. I knew that she’d be a weakness to me, but I had no idea just how weak I’d become. She can bring me to my knees. I know that if anything happens to her, I’d burn the world down to avenge her.

Never. I’ve not once felt this way about anyone.

The thirst for blood at seeing Viktor touch her was nothing compared to when I found out the piece of shit drugged her. The moment she told me I knew what he had planned for her. Seeing the life leave his eyes doesn’t calm the beast that’s inside. I want more blood, more carnage, I want to hurt him even more, but I can’t, he’s already dead. He died too easily.

“Malenkaya, are you okay?” I question, wondering how she’s doing with the drugs coursing through her system.

She nods. “I’m okay.” Her voice soft and filled with uncertainty. I fucking hate this, I want my brat back, the one that’ll stand tall and deny me what’s mine.

“Then, dorogaya, let me take you home,” I say with concern. I want to bring her home, shower her, and take her to bed where I can hold her and know that she’s okay.

“Okay,” she replies gently, acceptance shining in those gorgeous eyes of hers.

I smile at her, hopefully now we can find a path that’ll get us to where I want us to be. Her in my bed every fucking night. Maybe I should tell her the truth about my situation with her mother? She may be more forthcoming.

I lift her into my arms, neither of us caring about the blood that soaks my skin and clothes. I know who she is and what she’s done; death is something we’re both used to.

My men stand tall as I exit my office. I never usually deal with mess here, but this asshole needed to be taught a lesson and I wasn’t going to be too far from Lena.

“Boss?” Ilya says as he gets to his feet.

“Konstantin, take the bastard from my office and burn him,” I snarl as I pull Lena tighter to my body, she’s limp but she’s alert and that’s the main thing. “Ilya, tomorrow morning, I want to find out what he slipped her.”NôvelDrama.Org: text © owner.

My right-hand man nods. He knows what I want, he’ll be working on that tonight, knowing him, he’d have the answer within an hour, but I don’t want to be disturbed tonight. “On it, I’ll help Konstantin, we’ll get this done.”

I don’t stand around chatting, I walk past them, needing to get her home where I know that she’ll be safe. She moans in my arms as I jostle her while going down the stairs. I press a kiss against her head in apology.

Once I get to my car, I put her in the passenger’s seat, needing to be able to see her so that I can keep an eye on her. She has her eyes closed and her legs parted. I ignore the way her dress has risen up to her thighs, making her black panties peek out between her legs. I focus on driving instead of my raging hard-on-that fucker has a mind of its own whenever Yelena is concerned.

I’m almost home when I hear a low moan come from Yelena and I tense. This isn’t a moan from pain or suffering-no-this is from pleasure. I should fucking know, I’ve been replaying those little sounds she makes over and over in my mind.

“Malenkaya, what are you doing?” I demand, my voice thick and laced with anger.

She releases yet another moan. “Ummm…”

I glance at her and see that her fingers are playing with her pussy, her dress is pushed up above her hips and her panties discarded. What the actual fuck? “Lena,” I growl. “Take your fingers away from my pussy.”

She releases a sharp gasp. “What?”

I spear her a glance. “Take your fingers out of my pussy, you aren’t allowed to play with it.”

“But-”

My hands tighten round the steering wheel, fighting the urge to pull over and do it myself. “You want to play when we get home, then, malenkaya, I’m more than happy to eat you, fuck you, whatever the fuck you want, but you do not touch what is mine.”

She instantly removes her fingers, her chest heaving as her breaths come out in pants. “Please,” she whines.

My cock is thick and straining against my zipper. “What do you want, malenkaya?”

She releases a low whimper as I pull into the driveway. “You,” she replies confidently.

The moment I put the car in park, she’s out of the car and walking toward the house, her steps a little unsteady. I catch up to her before she reaches the steps, and wrap my arm around her waist. She leans against me, her head on my arm. “I wish you weren’t married to my mother,” she whispers and hearing those words cut me to the quick.

I know that I should tell her the truth, that the marriage is null and void. I had ensured that I had a way out, the actual ceremony wasn’t legal. She isn’t my wife. Never has been and never will be, but Adele has information that I need and until I get it from her, she’ll keep thinking that she’s my wife.

“Come on, malenkaya,” I urge her, hoping to change the subject. “Time for a shower,” I lift her into my arms when she stumbles climbing the stairs.

Her legs wrap around my waist as she holds onto my shoulders, her lips close to my ear. “Your cock is so hard. Do you still think about that night?”

My arms tighten around her body. “Dorogaya,” I growl low in my throat. “Every fucking minute of the day.”

Her tight little body grinds against my raging erection. “I can’t stop thinking about you,” she admits, and I have a feeling that had she not been drugged I wouldn’t be hearing these words from her. “I’ve never felt so alive before. No one compares to you.”

Jealousy and rage whip through me like a tsunami.

“Lena,” I hiss. “You don’t talk about the other men that you’ve been with. Ever.”

Her laughter is husky and my cock twitches at the sound. “You’ve ruined me,” she says, raising her head to look at me as I enter the house. “No one will ever compare to you.”

I smirk. Good, now it’s time to ensure that she’ll not go anywhere else. “Then, malenkaya, it’s a good thing you’re mine.”

Our lips touch, hungry, frenzied, and passionate. She’s given into everything she wants and there’s no holding her back. This woman has me completely enthralled and there’s no way I’m letting her go.

I walk up the stairs with her in my arms, our mouths fused together, I want nothing more than to strip her clothes from her and fuck her right here, but first, I want to taste her.

The moment we hit my bedroom, I set her on her feet. “Strip, malenkaya,” I command and she does without question. “Horoshaya malenkaya.”

Her eyes light up at my praise.

“Lie down,” I instruct. “Legs open, it’s time to eat.”

Her breaths deepen but she does as I ask and climbs onto the bed, giving me the perfect view of her ass-something else that I’ll be claiming as mine as soon as I knock her up. She turns to me, her gaze solely on me as she opens her legs for me.

I strip out of my clothes, my cock’s already leaking pre-cum. I take a hold of it and give it a few strokes, Lena whimpering at my actions. “What do you want, malenkaya?”

“Eat me,” she breathes.

I drop to my knees, see her pussy glistening and I know that when I run my finger through her folds I’ll find her wet. Just the way I like her.

I’m right, she’s fucking soaked. She’s whining, grinding her pussy against my finger, wanting more. Her sweet scent hits me and I need to taste her. Nothing tastes as good as her. The moment my tongue touches her pussy, she’s arching off the bed, her back bowed as she moans deep in her throat. I feast on her, unable to believe just how exquisite she tastes. I’m fucking addicted. I’d die a happy man if I could have her for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.

I spot the puckered scar on her side. “What happened?”

She hesitates before answering me. “I know you know who I am. You also must have heard the story of what happened. Our family was betrayed, I was captured, beaten, as the Croats tried to extract information-I was shot as I escaped.” The blase way that she speaks annoys me, but I also know that it’s a coping mechanism.

Today, I’ll leave the conversation. When I know that she’s ready, we’ll bring it up again. “Nikolai,” she gasps when I push my finger inside of her. Her pussy walls are contracting around it and I doubt there will ever be a time I don’t want her.

“I’ve got you, malenkaya,” I promise her. I pull her pussy to my mouth and pleasure her with my mouth and fingers, worshiping her, showing her just how much I want her.

She’s grinding against me, her body tight, she’s close to the edge. “Oooh,” she cries as I add another finger inside of her. Needing her to come, needing her to be ready for when she takes me. “Nikolai,” she cries as her pussy convulses around my fingers, I release her clit and get to my feet, I need to fuck her.

I tower over her as I climb onto the bed. I position my cock at the entrance to her pussy and push into her. Her hands clawing at my arms as I bury myself to the hilt. Fuck yes. The overwhelming sense of home hits me.

This is where I belong.

“Harder,” she pleads.

I’m not one to let her down, I pull out before pistoning back inside. My thrusts are brutal but Lena fucking loves it; her mewling only encourages me to see how much pain she can take. My hands are on her hips, tilting them, giving me better access.

“Ahhh,” she cries as I hit the entrance of her cervix. Fuck, the snug feeling of being inside her is almost more than I can bear. I grit my teeth as I withdraw and slam back inside.

“Nikolai-” she cries in pain.

“Kanchay dlya menya, moya malenkaya shlyushka,” I urge her knowing that it’s not going to take much more for me to spill inside of her.

I continue to pound forcefully into her pussy, she’s clawing at me, crying out each time I breach her cervix. My balls tighten and I know that I’m close to the edge.

“Come, Lena,” I demand.

And she does, her back arching, her eyes closed, as she cries out my name. “Ya napolnyu tebya moey spermoy, moya malenkaya shlyushka,” I growl as I thrust once more into her and explode.

My cock jerks when I think about how fertile she is right now, especially since I’ve swapped out her contraceptive pills. That thought alone, has me coming even harder.

I pull out of her and collapse onto the bed beside her, she turns, snuggling into my side. “Thank you,” she whispers. “You didn’t need to

take care of me, this evening, but you did. Thank you.” Christ, is she serious?

“Lena.” My voice is a rumble. “You are mine, I take care of what I value, and, malenkaya, you are at the fucking top of that list.”

She burrows deeper into my side as I reach for the bedsheets and pull them over us. “Never,” she tells me, “has anyone taken care of me the way you did and I’ve never felt safer.”

I try not to read into her words, they’re groggy and her eyes are closed. But if what she’s saying is true and that her family fucked up by not caring for her, I don’t give a fuck, I’m flying to New York and taking them all out.

“Sleep, dorogaya,” I urge as I press a kiss against her head.

Within minutes she’s fast asleep. Tomorrow I have to deal with her mother. Adele will tell me what the fuck is going on. Once I get her out of the way, Lena will be free of the bullshit that’s keeping her walls up around me.