EroticReverie

Maksim Anton Petrov

It's a few hours later, after talking to my best men , filling them in on the current status of things. None of us a single step closer to finding Jonathan, all we know is he worked for a man who was small time. Who went after a too big fish. Me. 

The man Jonathan worked for was currently  being held and tortured accordingly for information. Who he planned on selling my shit to, how he learned about the shipment. And currently had only given up who he had planned on selling to. Jonathan not only fucked me, but fucked Marcell the guy that he worked for that was being beaten for answers. 

The other men leave and Slev stays behind. He's my second and the only mother fucker I trust in the slightest. 

I pour a small tumbler of vodka and take a long sip and suck my teeth in frustration. 

Slev pours himself a glass as well as we stand in the living area at the cart of vodkas and other liqours. 

"Pretty girl." he says and my eyes flick to his and they narrow. He grins. 

"you gonna keep her?" he asks and I let out a breath with a slight snarl. 

"No." I say and then walk over to the black couch and sit down and lean back slightly and take another drink. 

Slev walks over, one hand in his pocket as he stands near the couch to the side. 

"She's a loose end Maks." he warns me. 

"I know that." I say with a growl. 

"Do you need me to do it?" he asks and I pause the tumbler near my mouth as I flash my eyes at him in warning. 

I take a slow sip of the vodka.

"No." I say firmly. 

"You won't fucking touch her." I say. 

He grins knowingly. 

"Are we getting weak in our old age Maks?" he teases me. The fucker is lucky, because if it were anyone else I'd cut their tongue out of their mouth. But he knows since it's just us, he's allowed to fuck with me. 

I was only thirty four. But he was right. Maybe I was getting weak. Even a year in this life could age a man by ten years. 

"No." I answer. 

"Then why bring her here?" he asks and I look at him. 

"Because she was almost raped by one of my men, so I wont leave her alone with another of them." I say and his face goes slack, his playful smile gone. 

Slev knew my past, the things my father did to our family. To his own wife, and daughters, and son. 

Slev just nods. 

I growl in frustration and take another sip of my vodka. 

"And because she's pretty." I say. 

Slev looks up and his smile is back slightly. 

"We've had lots of pretty loose ends." he says. 

I shrug. 

"Maybe I want to fuck this one first." I say. 

He lets out a laugh and nods. 

"And once you fuck her? What then?" he asks. 

I shrug. 

"Then I fuck her till I'm sick of her and let her lie with the rest, in the fucking ground." I say, knowing I'm full of shit. That my mind and my dick are both on the same side right now, and they want to keep the pretty haired loose end all to themselves. 

"Right." Slev says, also knowing I'm full of shit. 

"She says she doesnt know anything." I say. 

He nods. "they all say that." 

"But I believe her." I say and look at him and he shrugs. 

"So youre telling me the only reason you didn't leave a four person body count in her home, is because your dick likes her?" he asks. 

I groan. Knowing damn well that I won't learn shit from any questions I ask her. I was lying to myself earlier thinking anything she could tell me might give me a piece of the where the fuck is my shit puzzle. 

"She's not even your type." he says. 

"Isn't that some shit?" I ask and he gives a slight laugh and nods. 

"Indeed." 

--

Slev leaves a few minutes later and I lock the front door and arm the rest of the house. 

I go to my private security room and look at the cameras. 

She's standing in the middle of my room. Just standing there, looking around. It's been hours since I had Slev bring her up there. Was she standing there the whole time? I watch her for a few more minutes and realize, that must be the very spot he left her in. 

I set my vodka down and go upstairs. 

I open the door and watch her as she lifts her eyes to me and freezes. 

"You gonna kill me now?" she asks. 

I just stand in the doorway, wanting to laugh at the little snark in her voice. 

"No." I say. 

"Are you hungry?" I ask. 

"No." she says quickly. "I want to go home." 

"I can't let you do that." I tell her. 

"I don't want to stay here." she says. 

"You don't have a choice." I tell her. 

Her lips tighten and she looks around. 

"Why is your room so dark? Everything is dark. It's creepy." she says as she studies the room she's already been studying for hours. 

I don't answer her. 

"I'm going to make dinner. You're welcome to come downstairs and join me, or stay up here. " I say, and then turn and leave my bedroom leaving the door open and walk back downstairs. 

I'm downstairs for about ten minutes before she shows up, stepping slowly into the large kitchen and she looks around. 

I'm heating up the pelmeni, russian dumplings in a pot with the broth on my stove as I look over to her.  Her arms are curled around her and I look down, she's taken off her sneakers. 

"I could've just walked through the front door and ran." she says. 

"And you didn't." I say and turn back to the stove. 

I'm well aware that she could have attempted to leave. However she would not have gotten far, as I have guards on the property, as well as two security men at a time in  the East wing of the main floor in their own security room that rotate on eight hour shifts that watch the property who are already aware of her being here and that she is not to leave the house without me. But I don't tell her that. 

"I could have though. You think I won't try to run?" she asks, as if she's offended or that I underestimate her, or think she's dumb. 

"I know you won't." I say and look over my shoulder at her. 

She walks over to me and I turn back to the stove and stir the pot once more as it hearts up. 

"You don't know that." she says. 

"Yes I do." I answer. 

"What makes you think I won't?" she asks. 

I turn and then take a step to her and she back up until she's at the center island in the kitchen and I lift my hands slowly and box her right in as I hover , making her lift her chin to look up at me. 

"Because you watched me kill three men today. You know I consider you a loose end. You know I could kill you and that I would if you tried to run. You're smarter than that. That's how I know." I tell her and she swallows and blinks up at me. 

"I thought about it. I almost did." she says. 

A slow smirk lifts one side of my mouth. 

"i dare you to run Lavender." I say and lean down and she shivers when I scratch the stubble of my jaw against her cheek as I put my lips to her ear. 

"You wouldn't get very far...and even if you did...I would fucking find you." I say and I feel her inhale. I let my lips brush her ear purposefully, teasing her. Taunting her, making her body probably react in a way she doesn't want it to. 

"Are you even going to tell me who you are?" she asks breathelessly as I push back slightly and still keep my hands on the counter. 

"I'm the devil himself." I tell her. 

"Clearly." she says and I fight the tug of a smile at my lips. 

"I meant your name." she says. 

"Petrov." I give her my last name. 

"Isn't that a last name?" she asks. 

"Mm" I nod. "It is." 

"what's your first name?" she asks , her voice slightly shaky. 

"Maksim" I tell her. 

"I'd tell you mine, but you already know it." she says.

"Mm" I nod again. 

"Audrey ..Lorelei...Adams" I step out her name as I step in closer again and she inhales sharply as I press into her. 

"People call you Audrey or Dre." I say. She just blinks at me. 

"....and Lavender." I tell her. 

"Nobody calls me that." she says. 

"I do." I say and she looks up at me and then away to the side and then down. 

I lift one of my hand and grab a lock of hair in my fingers and she leans back as if she can get further away from me with the counter already at her back. She watches me spin the strands between my finger.

I lift it  up and bend down slightly as I lift it to me nose.

"Lavender that smells like almonds and honey." I say and she swallows hard and her mouth parts as she looks up at me. 

I drop the piece of hair and then slip the back of my hand along her hair as I push it back and then dip my nose to her neck and let it lightly drag up it to her ear. 

"And vanilla..." I whisper when I smell a hint of perfume again that I noticed when I whispered in her ear before. 

My cock strains against my pants as I hear her breath shake , she's terrified, and maybe even a bit turned on even if she doesn't want to be. 

"What do I smell like Audrey?" I ask her quietly in her ear. 

"Like cigarettes and vodka." she says and I smile to myself as I brush her hair back further and she shivers as my fingers grave the back of her neck and I press my lips to her neck. She tilts her head towards me as she tries to push me away. 

I slide my hand up into her hair and pull it gently, to angle her head back the other way and she inhales through her teeth and I watch her jaw move as her mouth parts when I brush my lips to the skin of her neck again. 

I grin to myself against her flesh when I notice her bite her lower lip and shut her eyes. 

"what else do I smell like?" I ask her as I let my tongue slide over her neck and she gasps , her hands press to my chest as if she'll push me away, but she grabs my shit jacket in her tiny hands as she lets out a long exhale when I growl quietly near her ear and then nip her ear lobe softly and she lets out the most adorable fucking whimper I've ever heard. 

"You smell like..." she pants once and then groans slightly as my tongue licks the edge of her ear and then I kiss her neck again. 

"You smell like the death of innocents...like dead loose ends." she says. 

My tongue stops it's exploration of her skin, my mouth stops and she breathes heavily.  Smart girl. Smart to remind herself of who she was in the presence of. 

I push back slightly and look down at her and she looks up at me. 

"Why am I here?" she asks. 

"Because I want you to be." I answer and grab her waist and she goes to move away but I'm already lifting her up and putting her on the counter. 

"Put me down" she says going to slide off the counter and I stop her as I step between her legs . 

"Let me go" she says through gritted teeth as I shake my head and she pushes at my chest and I slip both hands into her hair and pull it back gently and she pushes at me as I lick up her neck again and she pushes again at my chest and then those fucking hands fist my jacket as my tongue takes another venture to her ear. 

"Never." I growl into her ear.