Danyl quirks an eyebrow as he watches me in a chair across from my polished mahogany office desk. “Are you sure about this, Pakhan? The girl doesn’t seem keen on moving in with you.”
“She has no choice,” I grunt, leveling a stare at my cousin to shut him up.
He smirks and tries to hide it by rubbing his chin. “Why her? I get the connection with the senator, but he’s in your pocket now. You don’t have to keep her as leverage.”
“She’s not leverage,” I spit out.
“Then what is she?” The leather of the chair squeaks as he leans forward.
“She’s mine,” I growl. “And I keep what’s mine in my house.” I can’t explain to myself why Perl needs to be in my house. I usually keep the women I fuck away from my house and business. But she needs to be where I am.
She needs to be in my bed.
“She’s important and I won’t make her a target for my enemies.” It’s a weak excuse, and we both know it. If we were back in Moscow, it would have worked. But the Kedrov Bratva in America operates mostly in white-collar crimes, with less collateral and less blood.
My cousin opens his mouth, but before he has a chance to respond, the door to the office crashes open. Perl marches in, auburn hair cascading down her shoulders. She’s wearing a light-green cotton dress. Anger sparks in her beautiful eyes as she focuses on me. She’s magnificent.
“You took my phone and my computer. You can’t just take my stuff.”
Danyl leans back in the chair, as if getting ready to watch a show. “He didn’t take your stuff. I did, but on his orders.”
Perl walks further into the room, stopping next to Danyl’s chair. She turns glittering eyes his way. “What gives you and him the right?” she demands.
“He’s Pakhan, the boss.” My cousin shrugs his shoulders as if this is obvious.
Perl’s hands clench into fists as she looks at me. “I don’t fucking care who you are,” she says. “I’m a person, even if you bought me from my uncle. A person who wants her phone and computer back.”
“You’re a person,” Danyl says, “but Rik paid good money for your pussy, so you better spread your legs for him as often as he wants it and stop disrespecting him.”
Perl gasps at the same time as I growl.
My cousin just smirks again, not bothering to hide it this time.
“Leave us,” I command Danyl.
He stands, giving Perl a once-over before sauntering out of the room. “Yes, Boss,” he says as he closes the door.
Perl stares at me, anger still glittering in her eyes, but I also see some hurt simmering there. I drink in the sight of her, the way the fabric clings to her juicy tits, the soft curve of her hips. She’s a vision of sensuality, and I can’t wait to fuck her again.
‘You can’t speak to me like that.’ I keep my voice low and hard. Now there’s no doubt that it’s fear that flashes in her eyes, but she raises her chin and stares me down. Good girl. “Especially not in front of one of my men.” I allow my Russian accent to thicken the words.
“I didn’t mean—” She stops when I stand and walk around the desk.
‘You will learn respect, Perl.’ I close the distance between us, and grip the flimsy material of her dress. With a single, forceful tug, I rip it apart. She’s not wearing a bra.
Her tits spill out, full and round, the pink nipples already hardening under my gaze.
‘What are you doing,’ Perl gasps, a flush creeps up her neck as she instinctively tries to cover herself.
I catch her wrists easily, my grip unyielding. ‘No,’ I command, eyes locked onto hers. “You will not hide from me.’ I release her, allowing her hands to fall to her sides as I step back to admire her.
She shivers before me in only a lacy thong. Her body is a canvas of soft skin and feminine curves that begs to be marked by me. My cock throbs with anticipation, straining against my zipper.
I reach out and cup her tits, thumbs teasing her nipples. Perl’s breath hitches, a moan escaping her lips as she arches into my touch.
She’s ripe for me.
I lean in, capturing her mouth in a bruising kiss, my tongue demanding entry as I claim her. When I finally pull away, we’re both panting.
Slapping her ass, I spin her around and bend her over my desk with a firm hand on the small of her back. Her ass is in the air, round and inviting, the delicate lace of her thong barely covering the prize beneath.
‘You’re mine, Perl,’ I say, my voice rough with need. ‘Every inch of you.’ I hook my fingers into the waistband of her thong, tearing it away with a swift motion.
Perl’s cunt glistens, the slick evidence of her arousal betraying her body’s reaction to my dominance.
I groan, my cock aching to be inside her. But first, she has to learn her lesson.
She has to beg.
I drop to my knees, my hands spreading her cheeks wide as I bury my face between their softness.
She tries to get up. “Rik, no, I want to talk. Not do this,” she whimpers.
I press her back down. “No talking,” I demand as my tongue finds her clit, lapping at the sensitive nub.
Perl moans and writhes against my desk. I slide a finger inside her, then another, curling them to find the spot that will make her shatter.
‘Shit,’ Perl cries out, her hands slapping the desks as she searches for something to hold on to. My relentless tongue laps faster, and my fingers push in deeper. Her cunt’s walls flutter as her orgasm builds.
I suck harder on her clit until her body tenses, a scream ripping from her throat as she comes apart.
With fingers still buried inside her, I unzip my pants and my cock springs free, hard and ready, the tip slick with precum.
“Let me up, please,” Perl says.
“Not until you’ve learned to never disrespect me again.” I squeeze her cunt hard.
She gasps. “I won’t. I promise.”
“I don’t believe you.” I withdraw my fingers from her pussy. They’re glistening with her juices. Leaning over the desk, holding her down with my chest, I fist myself as I put my wet fingers by her lips. “Clean them,” I demand.
She hesitates for a breath and then my greedy girl sucks my fingers deep into her mouth. I almost come from just watching her lips on my skin. “Fuck, Perl,” I groan and tear my hand from her mouth.
I let go of my cock and line it up between her swollen wet pussy. With one hard thrust, I enter her, filling her completely. Her hot cunt tightens around me as she moans out loud. It’s like a damp velvet vise gripping me.
I set a punishing rhythm, my hands gripping her hips tightly as I fuck her with wild abandon. ‘You feel that, Perl?’ I grunt, balls slapping against her with each thrust. ‘This is what you do to me. You’re my dirty Malyshka, and you love it.’ I push into her again. “Tell me how much you love it.”
She moans in reply, her body slapping against the desk as I pump into her.
I spank her ass hard, my palm leaving a red mark on her smooth skin. “Tell me,” I demand as I hit her again.
“I fucking love it,” she replies as she pushes her ass against me with each savage stroke.
I watch my cock impaling her, enjoying the delicious friction of her body gripping my dick. And then I grab her hair, my fingers tangling in her auburn waves as I pull her upright, wrapping my other hand around her waist to hold her in place.
Placing my mouth near her ear, I whisper, ‘You will never disrespect me again, Perl. Say it.’
‘I… I won’t,’ she pants, her voice shaky with pleasure. ‘I’m sorry, Rik.’
‘Good girl,’ I murmur, releasing her hair and pushing her back down onto the desk.
Resuming the brutal pace, I drive my cock into her with a force that threatens to shatter the desk beneath us.
My own climax approaches, a fire that starts in my balls and spread through my body like wildfire.
I reach around her ass, my fingers finding her clit once more, and Perl comes undone beneath me. Her cunt tightens around my cock as she screams my name, her pussy milking my dick.
With a final, deep thrust that pushes her hips hard against the desk, I explode inside her, filling her with my hot seed. “I’m fucking breeding you right now,” I groan, my body shuddering with the intensity of my release as I empty myself inside her. “Planting a baby inside your greedy womb,” I pant as I push one last time, my fingers leaving marks on the flesh of her hips.
I collapse against her, and we remain there for a moment, both panting and slick with sweat, my cock still buried inside her. Slowly, I withdraw, watching as my cum leaks out of her swollen cunt and down her thighs. The sight fills me with a primal sense of satisfaction.
I tuck myself back into my pants, eyes never leaving Perl’s prone form.
She lies there, spent and satisfied, with a sated smile playing on her lips.
I help her up and pull her into my lap as I sit down in the chair Danyl vacated earlier. Wrapping my arms around her, I whisper in her ear, ‘Tell me you learned your lesson. Tell me you understand.’
‘I understand. I won’t disrespect you again in front of your men.’ Perl presses her cheek against my chest.
Her words fill me with warmth. I tilt her chin up, capturing her lips in a tender kiss that is the opposite of the intensity of our fucking. When I pull away, her brown eyes sparkle. ‘Good,’ I say, releasing her with a slap on her ass. ‘Now get dressed. I have work to do.’
As Perl moves to gather the remnants of her clothing, I can’t help but admire her. She’s strong, fiery, and now, irrevocably mine.
I may have asserted my dominance during our fucking, but already I can see her defiant spirit rising.
Perl turns to me, her dress hastily tied together, eyes shining with a mix of satiation and bravado.
‘We’re not done with this conversation,’ she says.
I hide the smile playing on my lips behind my hand. There’s my girl. She won’t disrespect me in front of the men again, but when we’re alone, she’ll give me plenty of lip. No other woman has dared to challenge me this way. But with her, I’ve found something unexpected.
A connection that goes beyond the physical.
It’s as exhilarating as it is scary.
“Do I need to punish you again, Malyshka?”
She pulls her torn dress tighter, biting her lip. “No,” she whispers, “but I won’t obey you blindly. I refuse to cower the way my aunt and uncle demand.”
Anger fills me when I think about how her family treats her. “I’ll never force you,” I say. “But I want your respect, especially in front of the men.”
She nods. “We’ll figure out a compromise.”
“No compromise.” My voice is harsh. “You do as I say, especially when it is for your own safety.”
Her chin tips up. “That’s not a healthy relationship.”
At least she’s accepted she’s in a relationship with me. “It’s how it has to be. You’ll have plenty of power, but in exchange, we’ll always present a unified front.”
Chewing on her lip, she tilts her head, watching me. “I’ll have to think on this,” she says as she walks toward the door. “We’ll talk later.”
We’ll talk later, alright, and she can think all she wants. But she’s under my roof now and a big part of the plan that’s already in motion.
There will be no compromise.
She belongs to me.
And I protect what’s mine, even when I have to rule through punishments.
My cock hardens as I think about the next time I’m going to have to teach my defiant girl a lesson.
