Russkaya Mafiya

Chapter 10

Tate

One week later

I scowl into the phone, "What do you mean, you haven't found him yet? I don't care if he's f*****g disappeared into thin air, I want him found! Do I have to get all of the Russkaya Odessa Mafiya involved to find one f*****g person? Do not make me tell Gizya you have failed at this simple task." I hang up on the i***t who's been searching for Jeremy, Emily's ex.

I don't understand how they haven't found him yet. A week should be plenty of time to have already brought him to me. Hopefully, dropping my father's name will motivate the tracker to find the scummy fucker and if not I will call my brother, Viktor, to deal with the incompetent f**k.

My father is Konstantin ‘Gizya' Ginzburg. Otherwise known as Balshoy Shef, or The Big Boss to Americans. He is in charge of the Odessa Mafiya which incorporates around five thousand members in America. I'm next in line to take the throne here and I've been avoiding it like the plague. It was given to my older brother, but he wanted no part in it.

My uncle, Victor Averin, who my brother Viktor is named after, is second-in-command for the Solntsevskaya Bratva. My grandfather was the great ‘Vory Vzakone'; real name, Vyacheslav Ivankov. He was impervious for his Mafiya-ish, gruesome ways and illegal dealings for many years. So, it's imperative I grow into a strong Shef, with all of my family heading up the Russkaya Mafiya and Bratva at some time.

Here, I'm Luka Tate Masterson to everyone. To my family however, I'm Luka Tatkiv ‘Knees' Ginzburg. I enjoy breaking people's knees when they piss me off, call it my fetish. My family found it suitable for that to be my Boss name.

My brother, Viktor, has made it his life's mission to not be a Boss. My family finally accepted him when he became the family accountant and helps find disposal for any bodies we need dumped. My family hails from Mother Russia and The Odessa is mostly from around Moscow.

If we were in Russia right now, bodies would be dropping like flies. Here in America, it's a little trickier to stay out of the law enforcement's sights. I know my father wants me to be corrupt and sinister with my position, but it's just not who I am. In this situation, however, I will have no problem dealing out torture and pain to this pathetic ant.

I was hoping one of my men would find this sick f**k, but I may need to call a few of my uncle's crazy Bratva goons to see if they have any luck.

I need my guys to concentrate on keeping the Italians and Chinese out of my clubs. I will do business with them, but not at my clubs. Many innocent people could get killed if something went down there.

I have to keep Emily a secret also, just so no one attempts to hurt her, because of me. She's my priority over everything-school, clubs, friends, family or even the Mafiya. Her safety and well-being is priority number one.

Taking a deep breath, I trudge back into the house, to check on my sweet Emily. She's been here a week and I love every second of it. I have come to the decision that I never want her to leave. I have also decided that I have been patient long enough. For a man who has never had to wait to f**k a woman, I think I've done very well.

I find my Krasaaveetsa in her kitchen. I gave it to her. She thinks I'm joking when I tell her that, but I'm not. Hell, she can have the whole house if she wants it. I'll even build her a bigger house if that's what makes her happy. I know no amount of money or things will matter to her though and it only makes me care for her even more.

I feel like I live to see my Emily smile; it's become sort of a goal for me every day. I try to see how many times I can put a bright light on her face; she deserves a piece of happiness after a life so sad. I don't think she knows it, but she takes my breath away each time she smiles like that.

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EMILY

I'm busy looking at my magazine on the counter, when Tate walks into the kitchen. He has black leather bar stools that have fast become one of my favorite seats in the house. I love how the breakfast bar is located in the middle of the kitchen, so I can watch him as he prepares and cooks different meals for us. I never knew a man in the kitchen could be so sexy, but when he cooks yummy food and is shirtless, well, it takes the cake.

I feel strong arms wrap firmly around me and I relish the feeling. I snuggle back into him, closing my eyes for a brief moment, resting my head on his shoulder. "Hey, handsome, you done with your business call?"

"I sure am, Krasaaveetsa," he croons in my ear and starts to kiss my neck. God that feels amazing. I learned at my apartment that Tate is very, very talented with that mouth.

I turn in my seat so I'm facing him. I want to kiss on him, too.

"Want to play, Krasaaveetsa?"

"Depends on what exactly that means, Tate." I lick up the side of his neck and he shivers, making a rumbling sound in his throat and it's so sexy.

"It means I get to feel that sweet cunt, wrapped tightly around my c**k, little pet. I want to make you feel good again." I pull him between my legs and kiss him full on the mouth. He returns my kiss, fervently. I match his tongue with mine, softly caressing.

If he is any good at reading me, he will know this is not just a yes, but a hell yes. I am so ready for him. It's been sweet torture sleeping next to him every night this past week, feeling his hard body holding me tightly. I wrap my legs around his body and lightly drag my nails down his back.

He growls, "Ahhh, that's it, Krasaaveetsa, you're mine, baby."

He nips at my neck and slides his hands around my waist. He picks me up and I keep my legs wrapped around him, while I clutch onto his shoulders. Tate easily carries me about a foot away and sets me on the counter.

He pushes me backward so I'm leaning on my elbows. He looks so gorgeous, his cheeks are stained a slight crimson from being turned on, he's slightly panting and his hair is sticking out every which way from my hands running through it. He snakes both hands up each of my thighs, pushing the material of my loose, white sundress up until he gets to my lacey thong. He looks at me, his eyes dilating as he takes me in.

Tate starts murmuring in Russian and it shoots straight to my p***y, "I claim you as mine, Krasaaveetsa, forever."

I sigh, "Mm, whatever you're saying, keep saying it. I love how it sounds."

My panties are soaked, each time he rasps something new in Russian, I get wetter. He smirks at me, sending me a look that says ‘if you only knew.' Tate leisurely pulls my thong down my legs and licks his bottom lip a little as he takes me in.

"Please, Tate, don't slow down, I want you so badly."

"Shhh, baby, I know."

He starts with his fingers, pumping steadily inside me. Holy f**k, does that feel good. I tug on his hair, to let him know I want more. I just want him. I need to feel all of him deep inside of me. Tate lifts my dress over my head and starts to kiss me all over. He starts at my tummy eagerly moving up to the tops of my breasts. I'm so glad I chose to wear matching panties and bra today. I want to look perfect for him.

"Oh! That feels so good," I gasp out.

He's so phenomenal at eliciting these amazing feelings coursing throughout my body. I place my hands on each side of his face and start to tug him up my body more. I don't want to wait any longer.

"Tate, no more waiting, I need to feel you inside me."

He peers into my eyes for a few seconds, almost as if he's reassuring himself that I am ready for this. I grin encouragingly and bump his nose lightly with mine. It seems to shake him out of his thoughts and he peels off his shirt.

I run my hands down his smooth, cut body and then on the way back upward, lightly tug on his n****e rings. Sitting up, I draw his left n****e ring into my mouth. I use my tongue to play around with it, tugging with my teeth gently and flipping it back and forth with my tongue. I let it go slowly and look down the rest of his body. His c**k is extremely hard, peeking out of the top of his pants. God, it's so erotic, I just want to lick it.

I whimper, "Can I lick it, Tate?" I keep my eyes on his straining d**k so I don't see his expression.

"f**k!"

He starts to shove his pants down forcefully. Good, he's going to let me take him in my mouth. I hope I do as good of a job as he does. I begin to slide off of the counter, to get onto my knees.

"Oh no, Krasaaveetsa, you can put my c**k in your mouth later. Right now, I'm going to make that cunt all mine. Hold onto the side of the counter, this is going to be rough."

My p***y convulses at his words, eagerly awaiting his promise and I feel my wetness dripping down to my butt. Tate grasps my ankles, pulling me so that I slide to the edge of the counter. He kicks his pants the rest of the way off and I see him completely for the first time. Holy f**k he's big! His d**k reaches up to his belly button. That has to be at least eight inches. No way will that fit in me. I look at him a little panicked and he answers my trepidation by grabbing the nape of my neck, kissing me passionately.

He grips my thigh in his other hand firmly, then moves the hand away from my nape, using it to pump his c**k while he works it into me. Tate rubs the head in my wetness, drawing it up, all along my p***y lips. He parts my lips gently with his c**k and then thrusts inside me deeply.

"Oh, God!" I gasp at the fresh feel of pleasure and the pinch of pain accompanying it.

It's been a while since I was with my ex. Two years actually and he doesn't hold a candle to Tate's size. I take a few deep breaths, relaxing my muscles. Tate won't hurt me purposefully. I trust him. I love him.

He murmurs close to my ear, comforting me, "Good girl, just relax and take me in, baby. It will fit I promise, especially with all your p***y juice leaking everywhere. You are so f*****g beautiful like this, f**k, so beautiful."

It makes me burn up inside to hear him talk about my p***y juices leaking all around his c**k. I hold on tight to the edge of the counter as Tate goes to town, thrusting hard into me. It feels as if it's a tight fit, but no longer painful, just full.

Tate moves his fingers down between us and holds onto the base of his d**k for a few seconds, as it goes in and out of me. He gets his fingers wet from it and then starts to rub light circles on my c**t.

It feels out of this world, I'm building, I'm almost...so close...oh God I'm going to come.

"Oh my God, Tate, it feels f*****g awesome, I'm going to f*****g come, please, please, harder!"

"That's it, Emily, milk my c**k. I'm going to fill you up so f*****g full of my cum."

His voice vibrates through me and I explode at his words. I drag my nails down his back, digging in hard. I know it will leave marks. I lean in and bite his neck roughly, as I gasp his name out on the crest of my orgasm.

He hears my gasp "Tate" and his d**k starts to pulse frantically inside of me. My p***y is so tight around him, I can feel each time his c**k convulses. The warmth of each spurt of his c*m, as he paints the inside of me is delicious.

After a few moments, he lays his big body over mine, resting on the kitchen counter for a few beats. His face is placed on my chest as he catches his breath. I relax, softly playing with his hair and close my eyes.

So this is what bliss feels like. I can't wait until we get to do that again, that's for sure. A chill runs over me after a minute and I shiver. The granite countertop is not made for warmth or comfort.

Tate must feel me because he stands back up, briefly bending over, placing a soft kiss on my lips and then my forehead. He lifts me with him easily and carries me to his bedroom. I'm thinking round two, but am pleasantly surprised when he places me in the bathtub.

"Relax and get warm, baby." He smirks and winks, then turns and leaves the bathroom. Well, guess I'm taking a nice bath then. I don't mind that at all.