LOGINILYAHow gullible could I be?Pavel's hatred for me was justified. My father killed his brother. A bloody child! And of course a lot happened in the mafia, and that included lots of killing, but could I blame him?I'd be damned before I let anyone touch or harm Ivan in any way, even if it meant growing into a vile and bitter yet cold person like Pavel had done, and for my father… he was knee-bent on protecting some goddamned secret that would be just as filthy as he was.Not a single fibre of guilt or regret hearing Pavel had killed him; it was something I'd been dying to do anyways, and Pavel had done the biggest favour by pulling a trigger I'd latched on to for years.Grappling with the little mental stability I had left, I fumbled around the closet, tucking rolls of tissues into an envelope. Hastily, I stormed out of the room, heading down to the garden and towards the flowerpot I had placed the ledger in.A knot tied in my belly, seeing how weak I was, my father had ruined Pavel.
PAVELIlya wasn’t his son.I turned sharply, heading to the east wing, where my personal bar awaited. The dim light spilling from the shelves was comforting, even if nothing else in my life was. I didn’t bother with a glass this time. Grabbing a bottle of whiskey, I took a long pull, the burn slicing through my throat.But it wasn’t enough to drown the anger.The anger at him.At myself.At him.I leaned against the counter, the bottle dangling from my hand as I closed my eyes, letting the silence wrap around me. My chest was tight, a coil of emotions I couldn’t untangle.He wasn’t his son. I spent years stalking, making research, learning of Volkov's weakness all for this? I had to admit the man was smart.He avoided every single trail and got rid of traces. He murdered his mother just because she was pregnant for someone else? And then he subjected him into labor, making him do his dirty jobs, all for what?The thought wouldn’t leave me.He wasn’t the blood of the man who had destro
ILYAI had seen gruesome scenes. I had seen men killed and men killing; hell, I'd seen death more than I had seen ribbons my entire life, but that… that was the most devilish and brutal death that had come apart.I wasn't certain if it was the blood spattered over Pavel's body, the flesh that clung to his skin and clothes, or if it was the bashed-out and beaten remains of the body on the floor that jolted a nerve in me.I opened the door to the bathroom, dipped my head into the sink, and puked out my contents. I gagged again, retching more and more until my tummy hurt, and my lungs contracted.My head dropped as I turned on the faucet, washing my face thoroughly in whatever was left of the substance there.My belly churned as I hit my back against the wall, trying to shove away the thoughts. The image.But worse still, I heard those words... about me. About my father. The accusations thrown my way.I gagged again, but this time I had nothing left in me to puke, but I felt myself spira
PAVELWork was a distraction for me. From a lot of things. Turned out today my distraction was in some way not serving its purpose.I tapped at the tablet resting in my lap, constantly drumming my fingers against it, both legs crossed. All morning I had done my best. But it wasn't working; Ilya had somehow managed to etch that godawful impression of his smudged into my brain.I'm fucked. Screwed over in worse ways than one, he hadn't killed me. He was asleep when I had woken, and unlike him, I had hurried my way out of the room.I was beginning to become confused; I didn't like that. He was my enemy; his father was the reason for my despair; I couldn't let a blowjob, a little foreplay with knives and cock cloud my judgement.A knock settled on the door, jolting me away from my thoughts. I ran my tongue over my lower dry lips.“Come in,” I ordered, and the door pushed open. The head of security made his way in. He looked edgy in a way that bothered me. He wasn't the type to put on a fu
ILYAFucking him wasn't on the list, neither was spewing that nonsense I had spoken as he fitted his cock into me.But it worked anyway; he was stone cold asleep. I gulped as I trailed my line of sight from his eyes down to his jaw, his pecs… well-carved abs and torso. I lingered a bit around the V shape beneath his belly toward the hips, and there it was… his cock, naked for me to see and feel; even when soft, it wasn't in any way small.Shrugging and shaking my head, I pulled away from the bed, grabbed some wet wipes to wipe off every trail of cum on my body. I knew I needed a bath, but I had no time.“Pavel?” I called toward him slowly, waiting for him to flinch or groan or wake, but nothing.I tapped him slowly again; nothing came, and a part of me felt twisted. He trusted me enough to sleep like this? Without any protection of any sort? There was a stitched wound on his chest to prove that I was the last person he should sleep lazily around, but once again, being an egoistic assh
PAVEL’S POVMy eyes darkened with lust as his eyes locked with mine, his teeth grazing against the leather material of my pants. I lifted my ass into the air, granting him access to tug them down slowly and seductively, like a predator. His eyes didn't leave mine.My cock flopped against my abs, a bead of precum at the tip, as he poked out his tongue, lapping against it hungrily; a low groan escaped my lips as I grabbed a fistful of his hair as he lowered himself before me.I manspread, parting my legs wider for him to crawl into, and he did; his mouth inched closer, and in one swift move, he pulled me closer to him.“Fuckkk,” I groaned, letting loose all the tenseness I had felt for the day while he was missing.He struggled to keep up with me, but what seemed impossible for him brought an amused smirk to my lips.“You'll hurt those pretty lips of yours, baby; you know I'm huge; it won't fit,” I mumbled, half stroking my own ego, and he grumbled something against me.I could feel h







