Taken By Nikolai

Nikolai

It’s been a week since I’ve seen the tempting vixen. I have wanted her from the very moment I laid eyes on her. Before that even. Christ. The picture did not do her justice. She’s home right now, I heard her moving around in her room, it’s why my cock is currently trying to burst out of my pants.

I pull out my cell and call Stefan, one of my enforcers, needing someone I trust to find out what the fuck my bitch of a wife is up to. “Find her, and, Stefan, I want to know where she is and who she’s with. Make sure you’re not caught.”

“On it, boss, what mother takes off the moment their child shows up?” he questions and it’s a valid point, something that I have been asking myself. “Marrying her, was it worth it?”

He’s the only person alive that would survive by asking me that question. “The reason I married her walked through my door seven days ago. So yes.”

“Then it’s time to divorce the suka,” he chuckles. We both know what “divorcing” means. Her time will come, not that Yelena would be upset if her mother was to take a permanent dip in the Colorado River. The hatred I saw in Yelena’s eyes tells me there’s a lot that Adele has left out, and I’m going to figure it all out and when I do, her time will be over.

“Find out what she’s up to,” I repeat and end the call. Glad that it’ll all be over soon; six months with that bitch is too fucking long.

I finish my breakfast and go to my office. Something that Yelena said has me wondering what I’ve missed. I had Anton, my tech guy, do a deep dive into Adele as soon as I realized who she was, I needed to know everything about her.

Adele was married to Lev Alekseev, making Yelena the daughter of Lev. She’s Bratva royalty in New York. I want the ties that being unified with this family will bring. The Alekseev Bratva have the best assassin on their payroll, someone I want for myself, not to mention Maksim Alekseev took over from his brother just over three years ago and has rebuilt to become a powerful army. One that is matched only by the Italians and Irish.

I reach for my cell. It’s time to find out what the fuck we’ve missed. “Boss?” he answers with a yawn.

“Anton, we missed something in Adele’s background. Find out what.” I demand and end the call; he shouldn’t be sleeping on my dime.

Unlocking the cabinet, I pull out the folder that Anton compiled almost eight months ago. Details of Adele’s life and that of her daughter’s. I read through every detail twice, trying to figure out what exactly Yelena knows that I don’t. Yet nothing is coming to me. I’m going to have to wait for Anton to get me the rest of the details, he’s obviously missed something.

Stepping out of the office, I hear water running from the shower and grit my teeth. There’s no fucking way I can stay here while she showers. If I do, I’ll lose my control and join her. I storm out of the house, my cock rock-hard at the thought of my sexy stepdaughter naked and wet.

* * *

I hear humming coming from the kitchen as I enter the house. It’s almost two in the morning, the lights were off as I came up the drive. I assumed she was asleep, but as I move toward the sound, I see that there’s a dimly lit lamp on, illuminating the room enough so that I can see her. She’s sitting at the table dressed in an oversized tee. Her long blonde hair loose and falling to her breasts, her knees to her chest, allowing me to see her creamy thighs. She’s not seen me yet, her gaze glued to her cell.

It’s like a sucker punch, same as the first time I saw her. The pull she has on me is like a magnet, one that I can’t deny. I move silently toward her, this woman is calling to me like a siren. My cock thick against my pants. I want her. Fuck me, I want her more than I should.

“Malenkaya, why are you awake?” I ask as I continue my strides toward her.

She raises her head and then a brow at me. “I’m sorry,” she says, her accent tinged with a little Russian. “What is it to you? I’m not a child.”

My cock twitches at her disrespect. I am the man of the house, the Pakhan, she needs to learn that. “You are the daughter of Lev, did you not learn how to respect your elders?” My voice is deeper with authority.

I watch as she shivers. I know that she wants me and I sure as fuck want her—no, need—I need her. But the little witch merely smirks at me. “Disloyalty, Nikolai, is the bigger sin. I am loyal to my grandfather, so respecting you is not on my priority list.” She goes back to her cell, dismissing me.

Oh the little girl has rattled the beast. She’s in for a surprise.

I move quickly, my footsteps not making a sound on the tiled floor, until I’m standing behind her. I wrap my hand round her neck, feeling her pulse strum beneath. It doesn’t elevate when she feels me behind her. No, in fact, she doesn’t seem to be even slightly affected. Except I know she is. I can smell the sweet scent of her arousal in the air.

I release her throat and pull the chair backward, her feet fall to the floor and she stands up, whirling around to face me, her cell phone discarded on the table. “What the hell is your problem?” she hisses at me.

The anger flashing in her eyes has my cock thickening even more. I tower over her, pushing her back until she’s lying on the table. “The moment you walked into this house, you have tested me.”

Her lips twist into a snarl. “Tested you? You are delusional, Nikolai.”

My fingers curl around the neck of her tee, possessiveness rearing its ugly head. An emotion that I’m not familiar with. “Who’s is this?” I demand.

“Nik—”

I silence her with a look. “Who does this belong to?”

She doesn’t answer me, making me rage at the thought of her wearing something belonging to another man. I pull at the seam; it doesn’t take long before the material is ripping—the only sound we can hear. Her eyes are wide as she stares at me in horror. Maybe now she’ll think twice about provoking me.

The material falls from her body, leaving her naked except for the tiny red panties that she wears. I take in every inch of her pale skin, my hands skimming along her silky-smooth legs up to her pussy that’s covered by the barely-there panties. My gaze moves up to her taut stomach, and that’s when I see that she has a white bandage covering her left ribs.