The Mafia And His Obsession: Part 1 by Lylah James

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter 2

 

 

Konstantin

 

I walked down the dark lengthy hallway. It was silent, everyone in their beds, all doors closed.

As I neared my room, something or someone caught my eyes. Smiling, I moved forward fluidly. Perfect. Just what I needed.

A good fuck before a good night’s sleep.

When I finally spoke, my voice was low, only for her to hear. “Get in the bedroom. I want you on the bed, naked, your legs spread, and your wet pussy bare for me to see.”

The fact that we were living in Russia and dealing with Russians every single day, I had to master its language. But sometimes, English still spilled out. Thank fuck a lot of them understood English.

She nodded without a word and went inside the room. The door closed behind her with a soft click. My steps slowed until I came to a stop in front of the heavy, dark wooden door.

The seconds ticked by as I waited, letting the anticipation seep into us. After what felt like the longest time, I opened the door and walked inside.

Just like instructed, I found her on the bed, readily waiting for me.

She pushed herself on her elbows, peeking up at me with a tiny seductive smile. Her tongue slipped past her lips, licking the seams slowly.

“Did I say you could move?” I questioned in a thick Russian accent.

She giggled, and I internally rolled my eyes. I hated it when they giggled for no fucking reason. Like some desperate whores looking for attention.

On second thought…she was a whore. Well, she had an excuse.

“Lay down.” My voice came out as a bark. Her eyes widened, but the excitement there was undeniable.

“Spread your legs wider,” I muttered while unzipping my pants. They dropped to my feet with my underwear, and I stepped out of them. Her legs opened wider at my command, and I palmed my hard shaft.

“Ya hotela tebya ves’ den,” she whispered softly. My eyes narrowed on her hand as it went between her legs.

“You have been waiting for me?” I asked while she stroked herself, her two fingers working in and out.

“Da,” she replied, a little breathless. I hummed in response, watching her bring herself to an orgasm.

I rubbed my length faster and harder. It was hard, already dripping from the tip. Her eyes flitted below my stomach, and she licked her lips hungrily.

“You want it?” I asked, moving closer to the bed.

She nodded silently, her fingers pumping faster with her thumb now circling her little nub. Her back bowed off the bed, her orgasm closer than before.

Her eyes were hooded as she waited for me. “You can’t come.”

“Konstantin,” she breathed, her legs spreading wider, a very tempting and welcoming sight.

My legs started to cramp, and I knew I was close. Releasing my throbbing hardness, I joined her on the bed. She smiled, a happy look on her face.

Slapping her hand away, she laughed and removed her fingers from her wet heat. I crawled forward before flipping her on her front.

“You always…” she started to complain, but a hard slap on her round ass shut her up.

“You have no place to complain. We do this my way or not all,” I hissed in her ear before biting the sensitive skin just below.

I never looked into their faces while fucking them. To me, they were faceless. Nameless. Nothing but whores to satisfy my dick and my needs.

And they knew the rules. Understood them, yet still chose to submit.

My knees widened her legs apart, my hardness pushing between her folds. She was dripping, already so wet, and I had barely touched her. “Such a dirty girl.”

“Yes. Pozhaluysta,” she begged, pushing her ass back toward me.

“You like begging?” I tsked in her ear before pressing further into her wet heat. She moaned out loud, her head falling backward.

I nipped on her shoulder, but my teeth didn’t leave their marks. She wasn’t mine to claim.

My thoughts went back to the woman I wished I could claim as mine.

I wanted her lips swollen from my kisses. Her skin flushed, my fingers leaving their marks from my tight hold as I thrust into her pussy. Her moans belonging to me. Her kisses mine to take. Her body mine to love and cherish. Her heart entwined with mine.

“Konstantin.”

My name snapped me back to the present, the image of her disappearing from my foggy mind.

My hips drove forward, my cock filling the woman underneath me in one long, hard stroke.

She screamed, her hips bucking forward under my relentless thrusts. Her head was buried in the pillows as she took everything I was giving her, taking from her.

She submitted, and I took.

I continued thrusting into her willing body, using her for my pleasure. Closing my eyes, I let myself imagine the impossible.

My mind replaced the whore underneath me with someone else.

Behind my closed eyes, I envisioned her.

A black-haired beauty with green eyes that looked like the rainforest.

Green eyes so vibrant that they took my breath away the first time I ever gazed in them.

It was her moans I heard. Her laughter. Her smile. I was making love to her. Only her.

And she loved me in return.

The thought of her had me coming hard into the whore’s warm heat instead of the woman I wanted as my own. Her orgasm hit her at the same time, her screams snapping me out of my perfect dream.

My eyes opened as the woman collapsed underneath me. I rolled over, breaking the contact we had.

My breathing was harsher, the blood roaring in my ears. My pulse was thumbing harder as I tried catching my breath.

It was always like this. Fucking other women, but always thinking of her. Always wishing it was her.

Just the mere thought of her would make me come harder and faster. The wet pussies I had and were laid on a silver platter for me never did the work.

Dragging the black comforter over my body, I closed my eyes. “You can leave now,” I ordered, my voice still husky from the recent activity.

“Konstantin.” Only my name made it past her lips before I interrupted.

“We are not to the point where you can say my name when we aren’t fucking. It’s Mr. Solonik, Sir, or Boss to you.”

“Sorry,” she muttered before falling silent.

“I will see you tomorrow?” she asked softly after a few seconds.

I peeked at her with one eye as she got out of bed. Her eyes were on me, looking strangely innocent. She smiled while dressing, having a content look on her face.

My answer took that smile away. “No, you won’t.”

She froze, her arms hanging to the sides. “What do you mean?”

“It’s my last day here. I am moving to the main estate tomorrow,” I replied, relaxing into the soft mattress.

I didn’t owe her any explanation, but for weird, fucked-up reasons, I still gave her one. Maybe it was the sad look on her face. Maybe it was the way she was looking at me—as if I were her savior.

I almost laughed at that thought.

“I need a new pussy, anyway,” I muttered low. It was partly for her to hear, letting her know whatever we had was just fun.

And she did hear. Her gasp told me she did.

I scoffed, waiting for the outburst. When I didn’t get one, I opened my eyes.

She quickly dressed up, staying strangely silent. Once her body was covered, she tied her hair in a tight bun.

After, she stood still. Her throat worked up and down as she swallowed. “I thought I was your favorite.”

I released a long, frustrated breath. Here we go again.

“Look, In—” What the fuck is her name?

Inessa? Inna? Anna? Wait no, those were the other three.

“Irina. My name is Irina,” she replied quietly. The sadness in her voice was not mistaken.

“Right, Irina. Look, I don’t have any favorites. I’m a simple guy who wants a simple thing. And I thought you were aware of that when you got involved with me,” I started, now sitting against the headboard.

She opened her mouth to say something, but I stopped her with a hard look.

“To put it simply, I needed a good fuck. A warm pussy to dip myself in. What guy doesn’t need one? And you, Irina, your pussy was wet, warm, and tight enough to keep me entertained for a longer time. That’s it.”

Yeah, I heard her heart break. Too bad, so sad. She knew the rules. They were pretty fucking simple.

“I thought—”

“Well, you thought wrong,” I quickly interrupted. “Now, it’s time for you to move on. Forget about me and my lovely ten-inch anaconda, which I know you love so much. And I will forget about your tight pussy. Got it, baby?”

I raised an eyebrow, waiting for her reply. She swallowed again, blinking away unshed tears. Finally, she nodded. A small heartbreaking nod before turning on her heel and walking away.

The slump of her shoulders and quiet sniffles almost made me feel bad.

Okay, fine. I did feel bad, like a heartless asshole.

But the words were needed. I couldn’t have an ex-fling coming at me and thinking we would get married or some shit.

Not gonna happen. Never ever. Like nope. Zero possibilities.

Did I mention never?

Before she could walk out of my room, I stopped her, feeling bad for being a little too harsh.

“Irina, I am not saying this to hurt you. Or to be an asshole. I am just stating the truth. It’s not your fault. And it’s most definitely not you. Just find a good guy who actually deserves you,” I said quietly. “You are a good girl.”

I heard her taking a deep breath and then exhaled. “Thank you for the sentiment, Mr. Solonik. I appreciate it. And thank you for your time. I also appreciate that. I will now bid you goodbye.”

She didn’t turn around as she spoke. Her words held no anger. They sounded empty.

The door opened, and she walked out. I closed my eyes with a tired sigh.

“I also hope you find a good woman. One who will not make you so heartless anymore. A woman who will actually teach you to be good and how to show compassion.”

My eyes snapped open, but I didn’t catch a final glimpse of her before she closed the door with a soft click.

Her words left a gaping hole in my chest, and they rung loudly in my ears.

I pinched my eyes closed, fighting against the pain in my heart. I never realized that words could actually hurt this much.

Shoot me in the ass and I could bear it.

Shoot me in the heart and I would smile.

But those words…they haunted me.

It hurt so much, knowing that I did find that woman.

Only difference…she wasn’t mine.

“Fuck this shit! Fuck my life! Fuck my whole fucking existence!” I hissed, dropping more f-bombs than I could count.

Punching the mattress, I pulled the comforter over my head, still swearing loudly.

It appeared that sleep wasn’t going to come easily.