Bratva Boss' Baby (Kotov Bratva Book 1) Page 3

He finger-banged her and rubbed her clit with his thumb. Damn. Viktor hadn’t even fucked her yet, and already, her body had become a slave to his whims.

  “I want to watch you come for me,” he said.

  She groaned, unable to form real sentences. He slipped his other hand further up her dress, only to pinch at her left nipple. That did the trick. Ava gasped, mind spinning as she came all over his waiting digits.

  He gave her breast an affectionate squeeze before kissing her again. Viktor thrust fire down her throat. She parted her lips, letting him deepen the kiss. Her body felt weightless, like she floated in a sea of bliss.

  When he released her mouth, he held his wet fingers to her mouth.

  “Lick them,” he commanded.

  Ava didn’t know why she found his orders hot. She obeyed, sucking his fingers dry. Viktor smirked.

  “What a good girl.”

  The compliment went straight to her head.

  “Fix yourself. Unless you want me to fuck you in the backseat?”

  She lowered her dress. For a second, she considered saying yes. Something was definitely wrong with her. She normally didn’t fool around with a complete stranger in the parking lot of fancy hotels. Ava tied her hair into a ponytail. Viktor exited the car, only to open the door for her.

  “I didn’t expect you to be a gentleman,” she said.

  “I’m not. I want to make a good impression on you because I want you to ride my cock.”

  Ava still hadn’t gotten used to how blunt Viktor was. They walked toward the hotel entrance. Viktor kept his hand firmly planted on the back of her neck.

  She didn’t know why she let him do that either. Tonight was an evening of many firsts. Viktor spared no expense, booking the hotel’s premier suite. Moments later, she stepped inside the room.

  “So spacious,” she murmured.

  Before Ava could explore and admire the furnishings. Viktor spun her by the shoulder. He cornered her against the closest wall. Viktor undid her ponytail and buried his fingers in her hair.

  He gave it a yank, only to expose her neck. Viktor closed his mouth over the spot between her shoulder and neck and bit her. No one had ever given her a hickey before. It didn’t hurt as much as she thought it would.

  Viktor dragged his mouth up her neck, over her jaw. He took her mouth again, the kiss all heat and bite. She had thrown shame out the window since he felt her up in the parking lot. Now she rubbed herself against him, silently urging him to lead this dance.

  He pulled his mouth away and fingered the straps of her dress. Before she blinked, he slipped the straps off her shoulders. Viktor unzipped her back, letting the dress pool to the carpeted floor.

  She stood in front of him, only in her bra, which he easily unclasped. Ava stepped out of her shoes, aware she stood in front of him completely bared.

  Viktor stood a step back. For a second, Ava was afraid of judgment. She was proud of her figure, but unkind assholes had burned her before. It turned out she had nothing to worry about because he looked at her like a hungry wolf.

  “So fucking beautiful,” he murmured.

  Feeling brave, she approached him. He took off his suit jacket and let her unbutton his white shirt. Ava unveiled more ink, more muscles. She hesitantly touched a wicked-looking scar under his left pectoral.

  They were all over the place. Scars buried underneath the ink. Her heart bled for this man, for this stranger she barely knew. Viktor had seen hell and lived through the experience. Just who was he?

  “Lie on the bed,” he ordered.

  “Okay.” She climbed into the massive king-sized bed, groaning as the mattress enveloped her. The sheets felt like silk. Ava felt like she was lying on clouds. “They must use sheets with a thousand thread count.”

  That remark got a laugh from her gruff Russian. Viktor finally rid himself of his shirt, pants, and underwear. He kicked away his shoes. From where she was lying, she could see all of him. Viktor didn’t disappoint. His entire body looked like it had been hewn from a rock. There was no part of him that was soft.

  He neared the bed, movements graceful, predatory almost. Viktor closed one hand over her ankle. He stroked the skin there, watching her and not saying anything.

  “Scoot up. I need to taste you,” he said.

  She did as he asked and soon understood what he meant. He positioned himself between her legs. She tightened her fingers into the sheets the moment he lowered his mouth to her pussy.

  Ava groaned as waves of pleasure assaulted her body. Viktor used his lips, tongue, and even a little of his teeth. No man should be this good, she thought.

  Viktor held her thighs in place as he explored every inch of her. Ava thought Viktor would fuck her right away once they entered the room. She never expected him to be this playful, this patient.

  He flicked his tongue into her folds. He used his finger to play with her clit. She groaned, back bowing. Spots danced in her vision as he made her come again. Viktor climbed on top of her, sealing his mouth on hers, making her taste her own need.

  Ava found that erotic, and she didn’t know why. He pinned her arms above her head and kissed her senseless. Viktor massaged and squeezed her tits.

  It felt like he could suck the very soul out of her body. In those few moments, Ava surrendered herself completely to him. Every inch of her was his to claim. She held nothing back.

  Viktor lined his dick to her pussy. Then he penetrated her. He worked his way in slowly, carefully. She groaned, wondering for a second if he could fit his massive cock inside her.

  He went balls deep inside her and stayed there. Her breathing turned harsh. Viktor stared down at her. He didn’t break eye contact the entire time. It was intense.

  “Hurt?” he asked her. She shook her head.

  “Move,” she whispered. Ava gripped his biceps and held on for the ride.

  Viktor pumped in and out of her, strokes steady at first before he picked up the pace. The momentary pinprick of pain she felt when he first entered her soon disappeared. Viktor replaced it with sheer ecstasy.

  He wrangled moans and cries from her body. Her breasts bounced, her tits rubbing against his hard chest as he fucked her harder. Viktor went deeper with each turn.

  He reduced them both to panting animals. Every time he entered her, Ava could almost sense Viktor desperately reaching out for a vital core in her body. Her soul. God. He really was driving her crazy.

  Viktor switched the angle of his thrusts. His next push made her arch her back. Ava whimpered. Viktor smirked, aiming for her G-spot repeatedly. He made sure he hit her clit with every push.

  She raked her fingernails down his shoulder. He didn’t seem bothered by the scratches. It only seemed to spur him on. The next time he breached her, she shattered. The pressure constantly building inside her burst.

  The room fell away from her line of sight. Her body felt limp. Viktor got off her and lay next to her. Ava was tempted to curl next to him. To see how he’d react. Remembering how adamant he was that this was a one-night-only offer, she dismissed the thought.

  “That was the best fuck I’ve had in ages.” His brusque remark had her laughing.

  “Yeah. I completely agree.”

  Ava didn’t want this night to end. Inwardly, she realized she had to face reality eventually. She hadn’t imagined it, had she? Viktor offered her a job earlier. Was he being serious or was he just pulling her leg?

  She didn’t even know a single thing about him. At this point, bombarding him with questions about his job offer would make her seem desperate. Plus, it would ruin the moment. No. She would ask him the next morning, if he was still there. If not, well, tonight would be a crazy memory she wouldn’t forget.

  Chapter Five

  Viktor gazed at his sleeping angel on the bed. Ava looked like a goddess, her curls all messed up. With her body all tangled up in the sheets, he caught tempting glimpses of her creamy skin.

  The bruises he left on her hips and body were prominent under the daylight. Vikt
or touched the scratches she left on him. They’d marked each other good last night. He smiled. Ava reminded him more of a wildcat. There was certainly nothing angelic about her last night.

  Wait. He scowled. What the hell was he smiling about? Calling a woman he just met his angel? If his brother were here, Pavel would’ve had laughed at him. Ava was a good fuck. Nothing more.

  Viktor took a shower. After that, he dressed quickly, wanting to be gone before she woke up. He paused, then checked his shoulder holster. Huh. His gun was in an odd position. Maybe he was just imagining things. He purposely undressed himself last night so Ava wouldn’t notice his weapon. He looked at the bed again.

  Ava turned on her side, but her soft snores assured Viktor she remained asleep.

  He buttoned up his shirt with leisure, ignoring the vibrating phone in his pocket. Viktor put on his suit jacket, then checked his phone. Three missed calls from his brother. Viktor sighed.

  He’d call Pavel once he exited the room. Last night, Ava had been a wonderful distraction, but it was time Viktor returned to reality. An innocent girl like Ava wouldn’t survive a single day in his world.

  Woman, he reminded himself. Ava had certainly shown him she was a force to be reckoned with last night. Viktor wasn’t sure why he offered her a job either. Well, that wasn’t right.

  Viktor told Pavel they needed a clueless outsider to sort their finances. Viktor would do a background check on Ava, but he bet he wouldn’t find a single speck of dirt on her. Not even a parking ticket.

  Still, hiring someone he’d just fucked would make matters complicated. Then again, Ava had proudly told him she was a professional. Maybe this could work. Viktor pulled out a business card from his wallet. He scribbled a note under his name and left it on the bedside table. That done, he left the hotel room. He already paid for everything.

  Viktor walked to the parking lot, whistling under his breath. He was in a good mood. After fishing out his phone again, he returned Pavel’s call.

  “Where the hell are you?” Pavel demanded. “I was worried about you.”

  “Just woke up. As you can see, I’m alive and kicking.”

  “Well, while you were gone, Motya brought his cousin back to headquarters. Once Andrei busted out his collection of knives and started working on him, Peck sang like a bird. You’d be interested to hear what he said.”

  “I’ll be there in less than half an hour.”

  Viktor ended the call, sensing phantom eyes watching him again. Narrowing his eyes, he looked around the parking lot. It was half full. Viktor spotted a shadowy figure moving away from him.

  He knew it. Someone had definitely been watching him. Who? Why? Well, the first was easy enough to answer. The Kotva Family had plenty of enemies who wanted him dead.

  Viktor ran after his stalker. He kept his hand on the butt of his gun so he could easily draw it when needed. He quickened his footsteps, breaking into a run as his stalker crossed the road and ran toward the entrance of an alleyway.

  His heart thumped. Adrenaline raced through his system. Viktor followed swiftly, only to find himself in a maze of alleyways. A few feet from him, his stalker turned left. Viktor tailed him, aware he should just drive back home.

  He shouldn’t be hunting alone. Viktor had the Family to think about. The men and women working under him relied on their boss for their daily operations. Viktor shouldn’t be playing chase, and yet he persisted.

  “Stop! You’re only making this difficult to yourself,” he yelled at his stalker.

  He could see the figure up ahead of him now. A punk dressed in a gray hoodie. He was a fast runner. The guy hit a dead end. Victory was Viktor’s, or so he thought.

  A second man stepped into the light. Viktor closed his hand on his gun and whipped it out. He fired. The man ducked, but he didn’t avoid Viktor’s second and third bullet.

  He turned to his stalker, who held a gun in his hands. His opponent’s hand shook and Viktor could see a pale and frightened face underneath the hoodie.

  Bloodshot eyes met his. He recognized the telltale black ink decorating the side of the punk’s neck. A junkie working for the Mogilevich Family. Did those bastards send this punk to watch his movements?

  Viktor curled his lips as the young man fired. He swerved to the left. The bullet grazed his left arm, tearing past two layers of fabric and drawing a line of blood. Hissing, Viktor aimed his gun at the stalker’s leg.

  The punk went down without a fight. No surprise there. He wasn’t a trained soldier, just one of the Mogilevich Family’s many pawns. Viktor didn’t want to kill him right away, just in case he had some valuable information for him. Viktor walked up to him calmly, gun pointed at his head.

  “You’re coming with me,” he said.

  “No.” The guy fumbled for his gun.

  With shaking hands, he rested the barrel against the side of his head. Viktor cursed, running toward him, but he was too late. The junkie pulled the trigger. Dull muddy brown eyes stared up at Viktor. Letting out a frustrated growl, Viktor was tempted to kick the corpse, then thought better of it.

  Someone probably heard the gunshots. Cops would swarm this place soon. Viktor calmly put his gun away. From the back pocket of his trousers, he took out the disposable gloves he always carried with him. Pavel laughed at him for being so paranoid, but it never hurt to be prepared. Viktor didn’t want his prints anywhere at the crime scene.

  He put them on before fishing through the junkie’s pockets. The guy smelled bad, like he hadn’t taken a shower in days.

  He pocketed a burner phone, then turned to the second body. Another burner phone. Viktor probably wouldn’t get the answers he needed, but he’d get a specialist to hack the phones.

  Viktor returned to his car. He drove past a police car as he headed back to headquarters. Thirty minutes later, he parked his car across the old canning factor the Kotov Bratva now used as a base of operations.

  This entire street used to be a row of factories and warehouses. The city abandoned it because of poisonous factory fumes. Viktor’s grandfather bought the entire strip for a dirt-cheap price. Since then, they’d erected several strip clubs and casinos along the road. Viktor got out of his car and nodded toward the two men guarding the entrance to the Diamond Gentleman’s Club.

  “Morning, boss,” one greeted him.

  He knew this one. Olaf was a bruiser who worked for his father and swore his alliance to Viktor once again after his father died.

  “Olaf, how are the missus and kids doing?” he asked.

  “All right. Peter’s ten now. Time flies really fast.”

  He patted Olaf’s shoulder and headed inside. The dancers didn’t come in until nighttime, but the bar was open. About a dozen of his men occupied the tables, smoking, drinking, and talking.

  A few called out to Viktor as he passed. He acknowledged each one, then climbed the stairs to the second floor. Viktor headed right to his office. Pavel was already waiting for him, along with Motya.

  “You sure took your time,” Pavel said with a scoff. His brother looked him up and down, then smirked. “You’re wearing the same clothes as last night. Must be some really good pussy.”

  Not in the mood to play around, he fisted Pavel’s shirt and glared at him. “I’m not in the fucking mood,” Viktor said.

  Pavel shoved him away, then frowned, staring at the sleeve of his shirt. Viktor had almost forgotten the wound.

  “You’re shot, boss,” Motya said, sounding concerned.

  “It’s just a scratch.”

  “From who?” Pavel asked.

  “A punk hired by the Mogilevich Family. He and his partner didn’t cause me much trouble.”

  “Those fuckers are still hiring junkies to do their dirty work for them?” Motya asked, scratching his head.

  “Why not? Junkies are unreliable, but they’re expendable. They’re also cheap. Just dangle some product in front of them and they’ll wag their tails for you,” Pavel said. His brother looked at him.

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p; Viktor shook his head. The Mogilevich Family’s numbers had swelled since they enlisted a small army of junkies. Those pricks would resort to any dishonorable and deplorable act as they gobbled up more territories.

  The only area they wouldn’t touch was the Kotov Bratva’s turf. They learned early what Viktor did to his enemies. Pavel had suggested plenty of times they employ the same tactic as the Mogileviches.

  “It would be chaos if we took in junkies,” he said in a firm voice. “Enough about me. What is it you want to tell me?”

  He looked at Motya expectantly. Motya scratched his head, a nervous gesture.

  “Yeah, you will not like this one bit, Viktor. But it turns out Neil didn’t work alone.”

  Viktor clenched his jaw. “And?”

  “He sided with the Mogilevich Family,” Pavel answered.

  Viktor smashed his fist against his desk. Rage burned inside him. The fire swelled, turned into an all-consuming inferno.

  “Did Neil say anything else?” he asked.

  “No. Andrei says he’s managed to wrangle every dirty secret from him, including who he’s been sleeping with,” Pavel said with a chuckle.

  He looked at Motya. Viktor knew he couldn’t blame Motya. He and Pavel had hired Peck, after all. Still, he wanted to hurt Motya as much as he wanted to make Peck suffer all over again. This time, Viktor would be in charge of torturing him. He dismissed the thought. Viktor didn’t have time for extra-curricular activities.

  “I don’t have further use for Peck.”

  Viktor snapped his fingers and exited his office. His brother and Motya didn’t question him. They followed Viktor down the flight of stairs and down to the basement where they sometimes kept their prisoners.

  Andrei was still working on Neil Peck. They occupied the first cell in the prison. Motya winced as Peck let out another shrill scream that seemed to go on forever.

  “Give me your hand,” Viktor said.

  Motya looked at him with uncertain eyes, but he did as Viktor asked. Motya was a good soldier. He just had one flaw. He trusted too easily. Motya winced, but Viktor only set his gun in the palm of Motya’s hand.