Vengeful Deeds

CHAPTER 5

Konstantin POV

Blyad’..

Not many things have taken me by surprise since the night I lost my family, and even fewer things have brought me true pleasure.

But tonight, watching this mystery of a woman dance for the simple pleasure of dancing. It was.. nice.

No. It was more than that, a helluva lot more. And nothing is ever more for me.

“If you were looking any harder at her you’d be going blind, mi amico.” Cosimo says as he slides up next to me and looks down at his domain.

“You’ve told me everything, Da?” I clarify, not taking my eyes off the exquisite Alessia. In her tight high-waisted jeans, and a light blue spaghetti-strap top that gives just the peak of a smooth trim mid drift. She’s swaying her hips, her hands lazily in the air and moving to the rhythm. Her eyes are closed and she looks so.. peaceful.

“Daaa..” Cosimo’s smirk deepens as he draws out his response teasingly, he’s one of the few I would allow to be so disrespectful for the sake of this Amerikanskiy humor “.. I’ve given you everything I know. I’m not sure what was important enough to pluck you outta Russia, Kon. But I feel I should warn you, Alessia is like family, she’s my sisters best friend. I hope you don’t do anything to hurt my famiglia.”

I don’t say anything, I nod. Cosimo becoming an enemy is something I was concerned about as soon as I found out where Anton was. But what can I do? How all of this pans out on Cosimo’s turf isn’t something I can prioritize right now. Not when I’m so close.

“Uh-oh..” Cosimo adds “.. looks like we’re about to have a few visitors.”

Alessia looked up here for a good long time when she was out on that dance floor, and I swear she could see me. Though I know she can’t. I watch her as she moves off the dance floor and goes back to the bar. She picks up her drink and her jacket, whispers something into Frankie’s ear, and then they’re both moving.

Headed to the other side of the room, to the stairs that lead to the upper level of the club, to the stairs that lead to me.

When the door opens I swear some kind of aliveness I’ve never felt before enters the room with them, the air is charged and pulsating with something akin to a lightening striking.

I don’t move, I wouldn’t dare. Not yet, it would definitely show my hand to Cosimo. He may already start keeping someone on Alessia, his little sisters best friend.

“Hey, Cos. How’s it hanging, fratello?”

“Cristina, Frankie. I’m your brother, don’t ask me how it’s hanging!”

“Why not?” She asks.

“Do you really wanna know?” I see Frankie’s face scrunch up in a look of disgust through the glossy reflective surface of the mirror. I also see Alessia, standing next to Frankie and shifting her gaze to me often without being too obvious. I’m sure I only notice it because of how closely I’m watching her.

“Ew, yeah you’re right. I’ll never ask again!” Frankie relents and the small throaty chuckle that slips out of Alessia has my c**k stiffening in a way it never has.

I have to actually close my eyes and take a few deep breaths in order to reign in the fire in my loins.

A knock rattles the door, and it couldn’t have come any sooner.

“Come in.” Cosimo says and the big guy from outside, Rafa I think was his name, enters.

“What is it Rafa?” Cosimo asks, but Rafa doesn’t say anything, I’m pretty sure he can’t speak actually. He splays his hand flat over his heart, taps his chest twice, and then changes his hand to a fist. Apparently relaying some kind of message.

“Cazzo.. alright, I’ll be down in a second.” Cosimo eyes me skeptically for a moment, then seems to come to some conclusion.

“Frankie, Alessia.. this is a friend of mine, Konstantin. Keep him company while I go handle something.” He extends his hand in my direction and both girls take their fill of me. I know I’m an appealing guy, tall and muscular, muscular enough to see it through my Armani tux. I got my long hair pulled up, my scar on full display, exposing the savage essence of my soul and my life. I never hide my scar, never have and never will. If someone can’t stand looking at my scar they should get the f**k out of my presence. Period.

“Dammnn..” Frankie smirks and quirks a curious eyebrow “.. I wouldn’t mind knowing how it’s hanging on you.” she jokes.

Alessia’s face heats up and she slaps her friends arms.

“Ow.. what?” Frankie demands as she rubs her arm.

“Keep it in your pants, De Luca.” Alessia jokes and Cosimo must be used to his sisters antics because he’s already out the door.

Alessia turns her soft features to me and walks a few step towards me, putting out her hand.

“Nice to meet you, Konstantin.” She’s not timid or meek as she put’s her hand out to shake mine. And I don’t look away from her eyes as I engulf her long slender fingers.

“Spasibo.. the pleasure is mine“ my voice seems to have dropped a few octaves and I don’t miss the way gooseflesh travels up and down Alessia’s arms.

“Russian, huh?” Frankie steps up and when I reluctantly drop Alessia’s hand Frankie puts hers forward. Equally as confident.

“Da..” I smirk as I catch her checking me out again, and before I let go of her hand I squeeze it gently and say “.. very Russian!”

Frankie’s face splits into a wide grin as I drop her hand.

“What brings you to our city?” Frankie asks and I slip my hands casually into my pockets as I shrug.

“Ledi Svoboda, I wanna stand on her torch and take a piss.” I tease, and Frankie’s eyes widen before she lets out a genuine laugh.

“You’re funny, Mr. Russian..” then she looks between Alessia and I before her smile diminishes a little, and like her brother she seems to come to some kind of conclusion “.. I gotta take a leak, chat it up with the sexy Russian, Lesi. I’ll be right back.”

That’s all she says before she leaves, and Alessia’s eyes widen for a split second before she masks the surprise of her friend bailing on her.

“Don’t be scared, kotenok. I want bite.” I tease and she blushes a moment before her shoulders pull back and her brow arches in defiance. And I can honestly say defiance has never looked so f*****g beautiful.

“I’m not scared, Konstantin..” my c**k twitches when she says my name, and she drops her folded arms to her side and takes a few more steps forward. I like that she’s feminine without trying. I like that she’s wearing a sexy outfit that isn’t too sexy. And I really like that she’s wearing combat boots instead of heels or come f**k me boots.

“.. do you like the show? Like to watch people dance?” She asks as she tilts her head towards the dance floor beyond the two way mirror.

“Da.” I smirk as I stare back her head on, she’s clearly trying to prove something. I’m eager to see what that is.

“Da..” she smiles sweetly, like a f*****g angel, as she tosses my language right back at me “.. did you like watching me dance?”

Her voice is firm, not airy or seductive like Maya’s was earlier, and for some reason that small distinct difference speaks volumes to me right now. She wants me to admit that I was watching her, as if she already knows I was. It’s a power dynamic I’m familiar with.

I step a little closer, lean in, and bring lips to her ear.

“Da.. you are very beautiful.” I whisper honestly, and I immediately regret it. I shouldn’t be saying these things to this girl. Not with what I might have to do.

Then again, my c**k has a way of making women amiable. And I must be a sick bastard, because the idea of taking this girl and seducing her every night sounds more and more appealing by the second.

I lean back and straighten, when I get a look at her eyes it takes everything in me to hold that damn beast inside me at bay. Her eyes are glossy with desire and her mouth is parted as she takes deep steadying breaths. I feel like that bear is tearing away inside me trying to get to her.

“Spasibo..” she whispers and the sweetness of her saying thank you in my mother tongue does something funny inside my chest. I can’t decide if it’s a pulling or pushing sensation, but it’s uncomfortable. Unfamiliar.

And thank Khristos she breaks the silence again because I was kinda rendered a little speechless.

“How long you in town for, Konstantin?”

“Undetermined..” and it doesn’t go unnoticed by either of us that my accents getting thicker as I speak now “.. hopefully only a few days.” I answer honestly.

“Can I see your phone? Give you my number?” She asks innocently, but the knee jerk reaction I have to the request doesn’t care that she’s the sweetest thing since my Mama’s honey cake.

“Nyet’.. but nice try.” I step back trying to put a little more distance between us, and to my surprise she doesn’t look upset or pissed off. No, she looks amused.

“Smart guy. I like smart guys, and big guys. Tell me..” she pauses as she takes her time perusing my body openly, her eyes guiding down appreciatively. When she catches sight of the raging hard-on going down my leg she actually bites down on her bottom lip. Usually this type of boldness is not a turn on for me, I prefer my women to be submissive.

Blyad’… what’s this woman doing to me?

Her eyes come back to mine and then she leans in close, rests her hands on my chest and leans forward on her tip toes. She’s tall enough that it does bring her closer to me, close enough for her to put her sexy lips right next to my ear. Just as I’d done to her.

“...You got a big one, Konstantin?” She teases, and that’s it, she’s pulled the goddamn leash too tight. It snaps.

I grip her hips quickly, and looping my thumbs through the belt holes I lift her up against me. Just enough to grind my quaking erection as close to the apex between her thighs as I can get.

She gasps and grips onto my shoulders, then leans back a little to look me in the eye, but she doesn’t push me away. Thank f**k!

“Da, kotenok..” I grind into her a little harder and she bites her lip to try and suppress the moan I’m trying to pull out of her. Her legs start to open to give me more access “.. very big.” I answer.

And then I crash my mouth down onto hers, devouring her like my life depends on it. As if she’s the fountain of youth and I can’t help myself.

Her hands move up into my hair and she grips onto it roughly as she starts kissing me back. Equally as desperate.

Da.. yes, this. I need this.

Before I know it her legs are wrapped around my waist and I have her back pinned to the two-way mirror. Gripping her luscious a*s and squeezing it as I grind her against me even harder.

Khristos’.. this girls gonna make me bust in my pants like I’m a fumbling teenager. We need to slow down, stop. But she just tastes too.. damn.. good.

But I have to stop or I will f**k her against this mirror.

I pull away from those delicious petal soft lips slowly, slam my hand flat against the mirror, and nudge my head to the side. Resting it in the crook of her neck, trailing my nose across her smooth skin and watching her pulse jump erratically. She smells good, like cinnamon and plums. She’s definitely as turned on as I am, I bet she’s dripping wet. And that thought just makes me angrier. I growl in frustration as grind one more punishing thrust against her heat.

“Mmmm..” she moans and gasps in my ear, making it so much harder to hold back. I’m practically vibrating with the need to be inside this girl.

That fact alone should make me pull away from her immediately, I don’t f*****g need women. Ever. They need me; my c**k, my money, my influence, my protection.

“Listen..” I start to say as I pull away a little. But she isn’t having any of it because she wraps her hands around me tighter. Brings her soft panting breaths to my ear and starts sucking on my earlobe, then bites down hard. And I have absolutely no control over the animalistic growl that reverberates inside my chest.

“Konstantin..” she whispers my name and I swear I’ll never get tired of hearing this little minx say my name “.. I don’t what it is, but I want it. Cazzo, I don’t think I’ve ever wanted it as bad as I do right now.”

Fuck.. well that did it.