The Russian's Captive (The Captive Series Book 2) (4 page)

“Mine,” Nikolai moaned as he squeezed her ass. She moaned out at his words of possession, causing him to pull away before he fucked her against the wall. Resting his forehead on hers, he looked down at the woman who had no idea how important she was and whispered, “Bianca, I’d never hurt you.”

Sergei walked into the room after talking with the cook but noticed Nikolai was a bit busy. It was only after the two separated that he interrupted.

“Nikolai, dinner will be ready in a few minutes.”

“Thanks, Sergei.”

“I know you’ve got to be hungry. I’m sorry that I ruined your dinner.” Nikolai was sincere, but Bianca looked at him like he was crazy.

“That’s all you’re sorry for?” Bianca said as she moved away from him.

“Yes, it is.” He grabbed her hand and walked her into the dining room. “I’m not sorry for taking you. I should’ve taken you yesterday, but Amber came out.”

“You were going to kidnap me yesterday?” she asked in shock. Although at this point, nothing about his behavior should have astonished her.

He pulled out the chair for her. “I don’t look at it like that. Now, please sit.”

“Thank you.” She sat down as he pushed her chair in. He gave her a peck on the top of her head before taking his seat across from her. It was his considerate and sweet manners that confused her.
Who was this Nikolai Rykov?

“Would you care for some wine?”

“I’m not old enough for wine.”

“I’m sorry, my dear. I forget that you’re just eighteen.”

“Yes. Probably much younger than your usual fare.”

“I’m sorry if I offended you. Would you care for a juice box?” He was getting a little pissed with her hot and cold attitude and didn’t really understand it. Women weren’t usually combative with him. Granted, he’d never kidnapped one before, but even with his scar, women wanted to be with him.

“Nope, I just want my mommy,” she whined like a little child just to return his dig.

“You want to be a mommy? Don’t worry. You will be soon.” He smirked, pretending that he heard her wrong and nearly barked out a laugh when he saw the shocked look on her face.

When she regained her sensibilities, she replied indignantly, “You’re that old that you couldn’t hear me correctly. You really should get that checked out.”

“I’m only twenty-seven. You’re really lucky you’re so pretty. I can let the attitude slide—for now.”

Sergei entered the room with the cook and three trays with their prepared meals on them. Nikolai thought it was best to feed her an Italian dinner to make her feel more at home. He personally happened to love Italian cuisine. Something about pasta was delicious.

“Thank you, Sergei. Please join us.”

“No, thanks, Nikolai. I’ve got to make some more arrangements for tomorrow,” Sergei said, but not before stealing a forkful off Nikolai’s plate.

“Damn, that woman in there can cook. I think I’m in love. Unless you can cook, Bianca?”

“Not really.”

“Sergei,” Nikolai snarled as he pointed to his gun.

“You’re no fun. I just wanted to see the pretty girl smile.” Sergei turned to Bianca. “The quickest way to a man’s heart is food and a good lay, so if you want, I can show you one or…”

“Sergei!” Nikolai roared and stood.

“Fine. Well, we should be ready to go about ten in the morning, barring a weather change.”

“Okay. Now beat it.”

Bianca smirked and giggled behind the napkin she’d picked up from the table.

“Ignore him. He isn’t really interested in you.”

“I’m not an idiot, you know. I know he’s only doing it to piss you off. I just thought he was funny. Get over it.”

“Just eat your damn food, woman,” he growled before starting on his plate.

There was nothing but silence between them. Neither of them wanted the deafening silence, but they didn’t know where to begin. Bianca was the first to ask a question.

“You’re only twenty-seven?”             

“Yes. It shocks you, no? It’s the scar. It makes me look much older.”

“It’s not the scar. It’s something about the way you carry yourself,” Bianca exclaimed. Blushing, she bent her head down and continued to eat in silence.

Sergei walked back into the quiet room and whispered into Nikolai’s ear.

“Okay. Give me a half an hour.”

“I’ll be in the office.”

“Are you finished, Bianca?”

“Yes, I am, thank you. Dinner was very good.”

“Was it at least as good as you’re used to?”

“Almost. My mother is a wonderful cook. Unfortunately, I didn’t get that gene.”

“Come. I have some business to attend to with Sergei.”

He grabbed her hand and took her upstairs to a very beautiful bedroom. She instantly smiled at the simple but lovely room. Bianca turned as she observed her surroundings, and he noticed her smile. Lust hit him full force. His cock jumped, and his thoughts raced.

Bianca caressed the covers. “This is my room?” she asked hesitantly.

“This is our room,” Nikolai replied before pulling her into his arms. Looking deeply into her eyes, he whispered, “My Bianca.”

“You want me to share a room with you? Are you really crazy?” Bianca continued to fight the losing battle. It would be pathetic to give herself to a man with no scruples.

“I assure you, I’m a lot of things, but crazy is not one of them.” Nikolai used his thumb to caress her lips as his hand held her chin tenderly.

“By the way, I owe you something,” he whispered with his lips inches from hers.

“What?” Bianca asked, completely confused and stunned by his gentle but romantic touch.

“An orgasm,” he growled. “I can tolerate your misplaced hatred for me, but I can’t tolerate you hating me for leaving you hanging.”

Oh my,
she thought.

He started with a tender, gentle kiss to her lips before laying her down on the bed. Bianca tried to pretend to not want it, but it was a lost cause. Nikolai rose up and lifted off her shirt and just stared.

“Forgive me, but I hunger for you like no one else. Your body is perfection in itself,” he groaned before bending down, biting on her clothed breast. Bianca nearly jumped off the bed. The sensation, new to her, was intense and pleasurable, and more than she’d ever dreamed of before.

Nikolai felt her jolt and smiled on her breast. He slid the lace cup down enough to rest it under her breast. Her breasts weren’t huge, but they weren’t small either. They were, in his mind, perfect. He tasted her bared breast, sucking on her nipple while playing with the other.

After teasing her breasts, he made his way to her core—a place he’d been eager to explore, especially with his cock. Licking his path to her pussy, he stopped to take a nibble just below her belly button.
Soon you’ll grow with my seed
, he thought. He kissed his love bite before moving down to her wetness below.

“No,” she said, trying to stop him from reaching his goal, but Nikolai was not a man anyone said no to unless that was the answer he wanted.

He rose up so they were face-to-face and growled, “You will not stop me from pleasuring you, ever.”

Nikolai didn’t wait for a response because he didn’t require one. She was his now, and there was nothing for it. His feelings for her had controlled his life for the last six weeks, and he wanted his control back.

Sliding her pants down her body and taking her panties with them, he smiled into her dark hairs covering up her pussy. She tried to close her thighs again, but he gripped them in a tight hold and widened them for his tongue. Nikolai had been with many women in his time, but he’d never done this before. He was not the kind of man to kneel to a woman, until this one.

Never had the smell of a woman called to him like his Bianca. He opened her folds and licked lightly, causing her to shiver, so he did it again. She bucked this time so he pressed his tongue down a little harder and felt her nub. Nikolai felt ravenous for her flavor and began gaining confidence with each of her cries. It was not long before Bianca shook with her release. He took off his shirt and started to climb up her body. He watched as her eyes admired his chest. Bianca unconsciously caressed the light brown hairs that dusted his torso before looking into his eyes.

“Damn, I think I must keep you coming often. Your beauty seems amplified with your release.”

She saw the dangerous, possessive look in his eyes and was torn between desire and fear. “Are you going to kill me?” she asked softly.

“Not unless you betray me,” he growled.

“You mob men. If you’d stop being crooked, then you wouldn’t worry about being betrayed.”

“My beauty, I’m not talking about the business. I’m talking about this,” he said as his hand gripped her pussy. “This belongs to me. All of you belongs to me.”

“Why?”

“Because you are what I want,” Nikolai stated, then climbed off the bed. There was nothing else to talk about as far as he was concerned, and he wasn’t going to let her argue with him.

“Get some rest. We leave in the morning,” he said as he pulled a tee shirt out of the dresser drawer and slipped it on.

“Leave? Where are you taking me?” Bianca asked fearfully.

“You’ll see when we get there. By the way—don’t think of leaving, or I’ll have to pay your brother a visit.”

“You’re cruel.”

“What’s cruel is looking at you and unable to sink myself into you,” he growled at her. Nikolai walked out the door and locked it.

Bianca walked to the window and tried to unlock it, but it wouldn’t open. She kept pulling on it, and it still wouldn’t budge. Just then she was surprised by Nikolai. He knew she might try to escape, but foolishly hoped she wouldn't. Nikolai knew that her need to escape was a natural instinct, but it didn’t sit well with him.

“I knew you couldn’t wait to run from me. You disappoint me, Bianca,” he said with sincere honesty. Nikolai walked to the window and easily lifted the very same window that Bianca believed to be sealed shut.

Bianca looked at her captor and felt shamed by his words. She’d never wanted to be a disappointment to anyone, least of all the man she dreamed about for two years. She knew her dreams were what she wanted, but not reality. Despite her fear and need to escape, she didn’t really want to go.

Nikolai noticed the look on her face and was angered.
She is revolted by me.
He was so upset by her behavior that he walked out of the room without a word.

†††

Luciano paced like a madman in his father’s study, angry and concerned. “Pops, what are we supposed to do? He took Bianca.”

“That man taking Bianca is the least of our worries,” the Don said as she looked over the file that Rykov had handed them.

“How can you say that? You know what happened to Amber, and Bee is your daughter.”

“Son, didn’t you hear that man? He’s no better than you or me when it comes to our women. Did you give Amber a chance to refuse you? I know I didn’t give your mother it. It was clear that the only reason he didn’t kill us was because of her. If he’d only wanted to rape her, he wouldn’t have spared us at all.”

“So are you telling me I should just be okay with him forcing her to leave?”

“No, but we must look at our priorities. There is someone out to get both of us. That is our bigger problem. Angelo was right under our noses, and he sold us out. Now this report says that we ratted him out to the Russian government for a case that we weren’t even involved in. Someone is out to get us and him too. I don’t think he realizes it, but it has to be someone in his camp too.”

“Luciano, what is happening?” Amber came out from the kitchen while two of their men were dragging Angelo’s body out.

“I didn’t mean for you to kill him for my suspicions. What if I was wrong?”

“You weren’t. Rykov is the one who killed him. He let them in to kill all of us.”

“Oh my. I thought Nikolai looked at me kind of confused yesterday, but I was too caught up in the way he was looking at Bianca. It was the way you looked at me,” Amber said, giving her husband that knowing look.

“Are you certain?”

“Yes. I like him. He saved us again. If he’s in love with her, then it’s for the best.”

“I’ve got to admit, he did get furious about the whole Santini arrangement,” Luciano begrudgingly admitted.

“Yeah, the fuck actually called me sick. The guy’s got balls. I’ll give him that.”

“Well, I heard he went through hell in prison.”

“Yeah, he had a terrible, painful-looking scar on his face.”

“I don’t like that you noticed that,” Luciano said jealously.

“Seriously, be real. It’s hard to miss.” Amber just shook her head at her silly, loving, and overprotective husband.

†††

Bianca ignored the open window and sat down on the bed. She’d forgotten that she had her cell phone in her pocket. During dinner, it was a rule to keep the electronics away from the table, so she’d turned the volume to silent.

Pulling it out of her pocket, there was at least six missed calls and eight text messages.