Filthy Secret

Nikolai

It’s been a week since I’ve seen the tempting vixen. I have wanted her from the very moment I laid eyes on her. Before that even. Christ. The picture did not do her justice. She’s home right now, I heard her moving around in her room, it’s why my cock is currently trying to burst out of my pants.

I pull out my cell and call Stefan, one of my enforcers, needing someone I trust to find out what the fuck my bitch of a wife is up to. “Find her, and, Stefan, I want to know where she is and who she’s with. Make sure you’re not caught.”

“On it, boss, what mother takes off the moment their child shows up?” he questions and it’s a valid point, something that I have been asking myself. “Marrying her, was it worth it?”

He’s the only person alive that would survive by asking me that question. “The reason I married her walked through my door seven days ago. So yes.”

“Then it’s time to divorce the suka,” he chuckles. We both know what “divorcing” means. Her time will come, not that Yelena would be upset if her mother was to take a permanent dip in the Colorado River. The hatred I saw in Yelena’s eyes tells me there’s a lot that Adele has left out, and I’m going to figure it all out and when I do, her time will be over.

“Find out what she’s up to,” I repeat and end the call. Glad that it’ll all be over soon; six months with that bitch is too fucking long.

I finish my breakfast and go to my office. Something that Yelena said has me wondering what I’ve missed. I had Anton, my tech guy, do a deep dive into Adele as soon as I realized who she was, I needed to know everything about her.

Adele was married to Lev Alekseev, making Yelena the daughter of Lev. She’s Bratva royalty in New York. I want the ties that being unified with this family will bring. The Alekseev Bratva have the best assassin on their payroll, someone I want for myself, not to mention Maksim Alekseev took over from his brother just over three years ago and has rebuilt to become a powerful army. One that is matched only by the Italians and Irish.

I reach for my cell. It’s time to find out what the fuck we’ve missed. “Boss?” he answers with a yawn.

“Anton, we missed something in Adele’s background. Find out what.” I demand and end the call; he shouldn’t be sleeping on my dime.

Unlocking the cabinet, I pull out the folder that Anton compiled almost eight months ago. Details of Adele’s life and that of her daughter’s. I read through every detail twice, trying to figure out what exactly Yelena knows that I don’t. Yet nothing is coming to me. I’m going to have to wait for Anton to get me the rest of the details, he’s obviously missed something.

Stepping out of the office, I hear water running from the shower and grit my teeth. There’s no fucking way I can stay here while she showers. If I do, I’ll lose my control and join her. I storm out of the house, my cock rockhard at the thought of my sexy stepdaughter naked and wet.

I hear humming coming from the kitchen as I enter the house. It’s almost two in the morning, the lights were off as I came up the drive. I assumed she was asleep, but as I move toward the sound, I see that there’s a dimly lit lamp on, illuminating the room enough so that I can see her. She’s sitting at the table dressed in an oversized tee. Her long blonde hair loose and falling to her breasts, her knees to her chest, allowing me to see her creamy thighs. She’s not seen me yet, her gaze glued to her cell.

It’s like a sucker punch, same as the first time I saw her. The pull she has on me is like a magnet, one that I can’t deny. I move silently toward her, this woman is calling to me like a siren. My cock thick against my pants. I want her. Fuck me, I want her more than I should.

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She raises her head and then a brow at me. “I’m sorry,” she says, her accent tinged with a little Russian. “What is it to you? I’m not a child.”

My cock twitches at her disrespect. I am the man of the house, the Pakhan, she needs to learn that. “You are the daughter of Lev, did you not learn how to respect your elders?” My voice is deeper with authority.

I watch as she shivers. I know that she wants me and I sure as fuck want her-no, need-I need her. But the little witch merely smirks at me. “Disloyalty, Nikolai, is the bigger sin. I am loyal to my grandfather, so respecting you is not on my priority list.” She goes back to her cell, dismissing me.

Oh the little girl has rattled the beast. She’s in for a surprise.

I move quickly, my footsteps not making a sound on the tiled floor, until I’m standing behind her. I wrap my hand round her neck, feeling her pulse strum beneath. It doesn’t elevate when she feels me behind her. No, in fact, she doesn’t seem to be even slightly affected. Except I know she is. I can smell the sweet scent of her arousal in the air.

I release her throat and pull the chair backward, her feet fall to the floor and she stands up, whirling around to face me, her cell phone discarded on the table. “What the hell is your problem?” she hisses at me.

The anger flashing in her eyes has my cock thickening even more. I tower over her, pushing her back until she’s lying on the table. “The moment you walked into this house, you have tested me.”

Her lips twist into a snarl. “Tested you? You are delusional, Nikolai.”

My fingers curl around the neck of her tee, possessiveness rearing its ugly head. An emotion that I’m not familiar with. “Who’s is this?” I demand.

“Nik-”

I silence her with a look. “Who does this belong to?”

She doesn’t answer me, making me rage at the thought of her wearing something belonging to another man. I pull at the seam; it doesn’t take long before the material is ripping-the only sound we can hear. Her eyes are wide as she stares at me in horror. Maybe now she’ll think twice about provoking me.

The material falls from her body, leaving her naked except for the tiny red panties that she wears. I take in every inch of her pale skin, my hands skimming along her silky-smooth legs up to her pussy that’s covered by the barely-there panties. My gaze moves up to her taut stomach, and that’s when I see that she has a white bandage covering her left ribs.

“What happened?” I ask, my finger grazing the bandage.

“It’s fine,” she replies thickly. “But I’d really like it if you’d let me up.”

My chuckle is humorless. “Not going to happen, malenkaya.” Then I spy the tattoo that’s on her right side and the anger that rips through me is unlike no other. A black-and-white gun surrounded by roses, the letter K scripted on the gun’s handle tells me she’s a killer. The drops of blood that drip from the roses count for each kill. I see at least three dozen droplets.

Above that tattoo is another-the Alekseev Bratva insignia. That tattoo alone tells me more than enough. “Your grandfather inducted you into the family,” I hiss, it’s a statement.

She pushes me off of her, the strength she has is more than I expected for her height. “You do not judge me,” she snarls, her lips thinning.

My hand wraps around her wrists and I pull her toward me, our bodies colliding. She gasps when she feels my rock-hard cock against her stomach. “No, malenkaya. I’m not judging you.” I tell her as I caress her face, the sheer beauty could bring a man to his knees. I have a feeling that she’ll bring me to mine. “Your grandfather on the other hand…” I leave the words hanging in the air between us.

“What I do is none of your business,” she whispers, the fight and bluster leaving her. “It’s my life and I have lived it the way I want to for a long time. I don’t need a father in my life.”

I chuckle, pressing my cock against her. “I don’t want to be your father. I want to be a whole fucking lot more, melenkaya.”

She glances up at me, her lips parted, her eyes wide and pleading. It snaps the very last bit of control that I have. My lips crash down against hers, my fingers going to those useless panties-that barely cover anything -and tear them from her body. She gasps, her body tensing and she struggles against me. I use the shock to slide my tongue between her lips, taking everything that I want.

I push her back against the table, her legs parting for me as she finally gives into the kiss, her body relaxing slightly. My hands glide up her inner thighs, my fingers tracing the outside of her bare pussy. I slide a finger inside of her, stifling a groan at the tightness of her. My finger encased in her warm heat.

“No,” she grunts, pulling her mouth away from mine as she tries to close her legs.

“Don’t lie to me,” I growl as I thrust my finger deeper inside of her. “Dorogaya, you are going to come for me,” I snarl as I wrap my other hand around her throat. She does not deny me. “Your pussy is drenched, malenkaya. You want to tell me again that you don’t want this?” I add

another finger into the warm heat. (Sweetheart)

She gasps at the brutal thrust. “You’re married-” She moans as I finger fuck her. She will come for me, I’m not stopping until she does. “To my mother,” she snarls.

“That, malenkaya, is because I need something. Had I met you first, believe me, dorogaya, you would be my wife now.”

She laughs. “Anyone will do, huh? Why not go find a whore and fuck.”

I add yet another finger, this time she cries out. I’m stretching her, getting her ready for when I fuck her with my cock. “I don’t want anyone, Lena, I want you.”

I’ve wanted her since the moment I saw her picture, but I didn’t expect to have my control shredded the very second I saw her in person.

My thrusts are punishing, there’s no let up. “Kanchay dlya menya, moya malenkaya shlyushka,” I demand.

“Nikolai,” she cries out as she detonates, her pussy contracting around my fingers, her juices soaking them. “Bastard,” she hisses. Her breathing coming out in pants.

“Oh, malenkaya, you have no idea, I’ve just started with you.” I withdraw my fingers and pull her from the table. “Onto your knees, dorogaya.”

Her gaze is filled with defiance. She has no idea that her disobedience only makes me harder. I push her to her knees despite her resistance. My fingers grip her jaw as I release my aching cock from my pants.

“You’re going to suck this, malenkaya,” I instruct her, pushing my cock past her lips. “Don’t stop until I tell you.”

I thrust deep into her mouth, the tip hitting the back of her throat and she gags, but like a good girl, she doesn’t stop. “That’s it, horoshaya malenkaya shlyushka, don’t stop.” (Good little whore)