The Director (Chicago Bratva 1)

“Hello, Nate, coming from a game?”

“No, just practice.” He holds out the box. “Would you like to buy a chocolate bar? It’s for the team.”

“I’ll take the whole box,” I tell him. “Can you do the math on that?” I fish in my wallet for a hundred dollar bill.

“Um.” A look of panic flares in his eyes. His mom pulls out her phone like she’s going to use the calculator.

“It’s all right. Take your time,” I say. I’m going to give him the hundred regardless of how many chocolate bars he has. I just want him to use his math skills. I want to say he’s in fifth or sixth grade. Old enough to know how to multiply. “How many bars are in the box?”

The kid drops to his knees and starts to dump them out, counting quickly. “There were sixty,” he reports. “But I already ate one and sold three on the bus ride home.”

“So what does that leave? You don’t have to count. Just do the subtraction in your head. Sixty minus four is what?”

“Um...fifty...six. Yeah, fifty-six.” He shoves the bars back in the box and stands.

“That’s right. And the cost per bar?”

“One dollar. So fifty-six dollars.”

“That was easy.” I smile at him. “No change necessary.” I hand him the bill. “It’s my donation to your team.” I take a couple chocolate bars from the box and hand them back. “And these are for you.”

“Thank you, Mr. Baranov.” The elevator stops on their floor.

“Yes, thank you,” his mother says, her Russian accent thick. “So much.” She holds the door for her son and darts a glance at Lucy.

“This is Lucy.” I want to add, “The mother of my child,” but Lucy’s not amenable to being claimed by me yet. “Lucy, this is Anna and her son Nate.”

Lucy’s the type who commands that kind of admiration.

Not that I have even decided if I want to claim her.

Oh, who the fuck am I kidding?

If she’d have me, I’d claim the fuck out Lucy. Body and soul. Especially that soul of hers. I’d teach her what it’s like to be truly loved. Deeply loved. Revered, cared for, cherished. Honored.

“Nice to meet you, Lucy,” Anna says, ducking her head almost like she’s bowing to a princess. She releases the door, and it slides closed.

The moment it shuts, I’m on Lucy. I back against the elevator wall and pin her wrists beside her head. I deliver a searing kiss to her mouth then across her jaw and down her neck. I nip and bite at her nipple beneath her blouse. All the while, I push my thigh between her legs and rub it.

Surprisingly, she kisses me back.

Eagerly.

Like she wants me as much as I want her.

Me. Not just sexual satisfaction.

I don’t know what changed. I’m not sure I care. I just know I can’t wait to get inside her and pound until we both shout.

The elevator stops on the top floor, and I don’t stop kissing Lucy. Using her wrists as leverage, I rotate her away from the wall and walk her backward out the elevator and into the hall. My lips lock on hers, my tongue sweeps between her lips, fucking her mouth like our lives depend on it.

She moans softly.

“I need you naked,” I mutter, my accent thick.

I push into the penthouse and stop kissing her only because we have a momentary audience.

Maxim chuckles as I maneuver Lucy quickly past the living room to my room. “I do believe someone’s getting under Ravil’s skin,” he observes.

I ignore it all. Nothing matters but getting Lucy in my room, in my bed. I close the door behind us and pull off her blouse. She undoes my pants, reaching in to grasp my member. I shudder at the pleasure, catching her nape and drawing her up close to my body.

“That’s it, kitten,” I coax hoarsely. “Squeeze it like you mean it.”

She tightens her grip on my cock, pumping a few times as I try to focus enough to unclasp her bra.

“You’re so beautiful. A goddess,” I murmur. I’m not sure if I’m speaking English or Russian. I toe off my shoes and step out of my pants. Lucy doesn’t take her hand off my dick when she tries to take off my shirt. Instead, she thrusts her fingers in the open V at my collar and tears it open, popping buttons and dragging my mouth against hers again.

“Beautiful, beautiful woman.” I get her skirt off. Her panties down.

She drops to her knees.

I nearly come at the sight.

“Lucy,” I choke before she’s even taken me into her mouth.

“I want to taste,” she says in a very un-Lucy-like, coquettish way. She licks around the base of my head.

A drop of pre-cum emerges, and she licks it off, lifting her sultry gaze to me.

Oh Jesus. Blyat.

She takes me into her mouth, and my knees kick back and lock, I throw my head back in ecstasy. But then I have to look down again because there’s nothing quite so beautiful as my unsubmissive-submissive at my feet. She takes me into the pocket of her cheek, sucking as she moves over my length, then directs me straight down the back of her throat. She chokes a little but doesn’t pull off, just goes slow, adjusting.