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"Do you want to die today?"

- Aleksandr
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Chapter 13 - Ticket To Hell

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"This woman is going to kill me!" I growled and stormed through my penthouse.

After getting a call from Aleksandr to meet him by the docks for a bit, I was only too eager to put some distance between Natasha and myself. Yet on the drive home, she was all I could think about; no matter how hard I tried, I just could not get her out of my head.

Images of Natasha's half-naked body burst into my mind, torturing me every time I closed my eyes. How could I not think about her when her arousal had soaked the front of my pants?

Not to mention her wetness had seeped through onto my boxers as well!

Which is why I had made an excuse and told Aleksandr that I spilled something on my suit and needed to make a quick detour via home first. There was no way that I could stay in those wet pants for the rest of the day.

Upon entering my large master bathroom, I hastily undressed.

When it came to removing my underwear, I hissed at the dampness I felt along my crotch and upper thigh area. In that exact moment, my brain decided to replay the way in which Natasha's hips had bucked against me while I tried fitting her entire breast into my mouth.

"I think that I might have a new kink..." I softly admitted to myself.

Never in my life had I ever been so obsessed with trying to devour a woman in such a way. But then again, my preference for large chests would have made such a feat near impossible.

With Natasha, I quickly realised that her small and perky breasts were perfect as they were. In fact, I just knew that if she were ever topless in front of me again, I would not hesitate to repeat the action, especially knowing how much she enjoyed it.

Glancing at my reflection in the large mirror over the sink, I took in my appearance.

My face had a slight flush to it and my usually neat hair was no longer in the bun I was known for. Instead, my thick dark waves were down and out, resting against my shoulders.

When I had returned to Viktor and the others, I noticed their look of surprise at my slightly dishevelled attire. Especially Jade, whose sharp green eyes had trailed over my unkempt hair down towards my shirt which had been pulled out of my trousers. When her gaze seemed to zero in on my left hand, causing me to realise that I still had Natasha's hair tie on my wrist, I hastily tugged it off and shoved it into my jacket pocket.

I cringed, waiting for her loud outburst.

However, and much to my surprise, she did not make any witty comments. Although, that may have been more on Natasha's behalf than my own.

In fact, I had to commend myself for not spiralling out of control while back at the bridal boutique. Just seeing the smooth-shaven outer lips of Natasha's vulva against the material of my trousers almost had me creaming my pants.

I was usually a man of great self-control and had been alarmed by how many times I came close to ripping those little black panties, eager to see every inch of her. Natasha had gotten under my skin and I hated to admit it.

Shit, I had planned to deny it for as long as possible but I could already feel that I was facing a losing battle.

"Fuck..." I murmured while looking down at my cock.

Even though it had been over two hours since the incident in the boutique, my arousal had never fully gone down and my body ached for release. But now that I was in the privacy of my home, my manhood was fully hard once more.

"You're not supposed to be interested in Natasha, you idiot! You're simply there to protect her!" I scolded myself.

Yet even as I uttered the words, my hand reached down to touch myself.

The guilt that threatened to consume me was regrettably no match for the overwhelming desire I felt for Natasha. An attraction that did not seem to be dissipating; if anything, it seemed to grow the more time I spent with her.

It was clear that there was a ticket to hell with my name printed on it.

My erection was hot and heavy in my hand and I hissed softly as I stroked myself once then twice. I could feel my thighs tensing while my arousal longed for some kind of attention.

I could not even remember the last time I was with a woman.

"Months! Fucking months..." I grunted when my manhood jolted in my hand as if enraged by the reminder.

It was not for lack of trying, but my cock did not seem to be interested in anyone else as of late. Except for Natasha fucking Tarasova and I growled at the thought of my own body betraying me.

Wanting to satisfy my needy flesh, I yanked on it roughly, not even bothering to suppress the groan that erupted from my chest.

Closing my eyes, I thought back to having Natasha on my lap only hours ago, and remembering the scent of her body and the sounds she made had my fingers tightening round my thick length. As I allowed the images to flash across my mind, my hand began to move faster, at an almost gruelling pace.

It felt wrong to be doing such a thing and I wanted to punish myself. But even through the painful tugs, I felt waves of pleasure at the memories of her face.

Natasha had looked so alive and carefree while she writhed on top of me. The usual sorrow that lingered in her eyes was nowhere to be found when her gaze had locked with mine and I found myself wanting to erase her sadness forever.

I could still taste her skin on my lips.

Gods, those prominent nipples of hers were as delectable as I thought they would be. I had wanted to touch her pussy so bad, to feel her wetness soak my hand, but I knew that I would not have been able to keep myself under control if I had.

Remembering the exact moment when her orgasm had ripped through her body had me biting my bottom lip.

Another hiss escaped me while my body pulsed in pleasure, it came in waves that I felt vibrating up along my spine then down through my shaft. My free hand lashed out to grip the nearest surface while I threw my head back and continued to viciously fuck my hand.

I thought about the sound of her voice going hoarse as she moaned my name over and over again. Fuck, I could not wait to feel her pussy clench around my tongue and fingers. Not to mention the way her inner muscles would flutter around my cock as I made her squirt had me panting.

With the image of her body convulsing in pleasure, I fucking lost it.

My orgasm came out of nowhere and I climaxed right in the middle of my bathroom, aiming directly onto my already soaked boxers. I grit my teeth at the realisation of what I had just done, but knowing that my underwear was now soaked with the combined release of Natasha and myself, I felt myself instantly grow hard again.

It was frustrating that I was not able to take her in the way I really desired. I was embarrassed by how needy my body was for her, so much so that my hand unfortunately did nothing to satiate the hunger that she provoked.

"Fuck, what is she doing to me?" I whispered.

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Less than an hour later, I was down by the docks looking through some crates, going over the latest incoming weapons shipment from Russia.

My input had been needed on some of the new merchandise samples that had come in. Once I was done, unfortunately, I was to return to keep an eye on Litizia who was still sorting things for the wedding.

This of course meant that I would have to see Natasha again but I did not want to think about that right now. Aleksandr would immediately know that something was going on with me and I was not ready to talk to him about what had happened.

It was obvious by the smile on his face that the Russian mafia boss was in a good mood having just finalised some stuff for a surprise that he had been planning for his fiancée.

I decided in that moment to bring up his feelings for Litizia. After seeing him make such a fuss over finding a small bottle of paint in the hopes of making her smile, it was so blatantly obvious to me how Aleksandr felt about his bride to be.

"You like her," I stated rather than asked, keeping my voice low while looking down into the last crate.

"Yes, I do like her."

I was glad that Aleksandr had not bothered to try and lie to himself or me. After the day I had so far with battling my own confused feelings, I was not in a mood to deal with his.

"Good!" I said with a grin then added, "About time you settled down, mother keeps harassing me about when you're going to give her grandbabies, as if I have control over what you do with your big balls!"

Aleksandr chuckled softly and countered, "Wait, why is she on my case? What about you?"

Scoffing, I replied, "She knows I'm a lost cause."

"True, I'm surprised your dick hasn't fallen off yet," he joked.

I laughed with him then said, "Seriously though, I like Litizia for you, she's got spirit and is a quick learner too!"

Aleksandr nodded and I could tell that my words about Litizia filled him with pride.

The fact that she had managed to gain the respect of the men so quickly, I suspected, was one of the reasons that made Aleksandr like her even more. Although I was sure that her making large amounts of oladyi for breakfast probably accelerated the process.

To my surprise, Litizia had asked Natasha to teach her some Russian dishes and the future Mrs. Tolstoy had the men lining up by the kitchen, feeding them stacks of the small thick pancakes. Not to mention the various toppings she prepared, which had forced Aleksandr to ask her if she planned on making the men fat.

It made me happy to see Litizia trying to fit in and getting to know our culture. I knew that was very important to Aleksandr, so to see her putting in the effort, no matter how small, had gained my respect.

After ensuring everything with the shipment was intact, we signed off on where the deliveries should go before making our way out of the warehouse.

"Tolstoy!"

We heard someone shout out. Turning around we were surprised to see that it was Ivan, who struggled while being held by two of our men.

Ivan was just five years older than Aleksandr, but one would never guess that by his haggard appearance. His dark hair was thin and greying and his body had grown soft and pudgy from neglect. He had once worked very closely with Vadim but when Aleksandr took over, he had relieved him of his services since he had proven himself to be untrustworthy.

"What is he doing here?" I asked.

"He was by the gate, shouting to be let in," one of the men said.

Shrugging out from their hold, Ivan looked at Aleksandr and said, "I heard that you were getting married. Why was I not invited? Is that how you treat someone who served your father and uncle for years?"

"I thought that leaving you alive was payment enough..." Aleksandr sneered before turning to walk away.

"Get him out of here!" I instructed.

As Ivan was grabbed, he blurted out, "I've seen that new wife to be of yours. She's gorgeous, reminds me of her mother a bit. I wonder if she fucks just as goo–"

I watched as Aleksandr's fist collided suddenly with Ivan's jaw, stopping him from saying anything else. I cringed upon the sound of impact knowing that it had to have hurt and I could not help but wonder what the hell Ivan was thinking coming here.

"Do you want to die today? Is that it?" Aleksandr asked.

Ivan laughed as the men released him, he spat blood on the floor and said, "I came here to warn you, you should send that D'Apolito girl back where you got her. I know you enjoy a good tight pussy, but is bedding that mix breed worth soiling your family's name?"

I exhaled softly thinking that Ivan had just secured his own death sentence.

Aleksandr lunged at the man and tackled him to the ground before he began punching him repeatedly. Ivan had never been a good fighter and his attempts to defend himself were futile.

With my hands now in my pockets, I stood and watched while Aleksandr brutalised the man with his bare fists. As Ivan yelped and begged for mercy Aleksandr continued to beat down onto Ivan's face in a repetitive explosive tantrum until the sound of bones breaking was the only thing that echoed through the warehouse.

By the time Aleksandr was done, strands of his dark brown hair stuck to his forehead while he breathed harshly.

From the way he flexed his fingers I knew that his hands hurt. His knuckles were split and bruised but I could tell that he did not care. If anything, the pain that Aleksandr felt fuelled him and as he looked down at what was left of Ivan's face, it was obvious that he was holding himself back from hitting the man some more.

Ivan was dead, and there was no fun in torturing him if he could not feel anything.

I still could not believe the nerve of Ivan and I silently wondered what prompted him to come and say the things that he had. Not only had the man insulted Litizia's ethnic background, but he had even gone so far as to attack her race.

Which was a big mistake as to disrespect Litizia was to disrespect Aleksandr and he would gladly kill anyone with his bare hands if it meant defending her honour.

Seeing my best friend react this way reminded me of my own response to seeing Natasha get hurt by Markus but I shook my head, really not wanting to think about my feelings right now. 

I was too afraid of what I might discover if I dared to venture into such thoughts.

Standing up slowly, Aleksandr glanced down at his dark grey suit; he was visibly annoyed that it was now ruined. There was blood on his face and he would need to freshen up before heading back to the mansion later.

"Clean this shit up!" Aleksandr barked then walked off towards his office.

"Da, nachalnik!" the men said in unison.

When I found Aleksandr about twenty minutes later, he had already taken a quick shower and changed into a new suit.

His hair was still damp and there was a deep frown on his face while he attempted to clean the wounds on the back of his hands. Upon seeing me, Aleksandr glanced up but did not say anything. He was clearly upset and understandably so.

Closing the door behind me, I said, "Allow me..."

Taking the bloodied gauze from him, I got a new piece and disinfected it before pressing it to his knuckles, cleaning the blood from the splits in his skin.

"Want to talk about it?" I asked after a few moments of silence.

Shaking his head, Aleksandr replied, "Not really, I don't wish to sour my mood any more than it already is."

"Alright."

After about a minute, Aleksandr spoke, this time, his voice less strained, "We can talk about what happened at the bridal boutique this morning though..."

I did my best to keep my face impassive while refusing to raise my head, pretending to be focused fully on cleaning his wounds thoroughly. But not wanting to seem suspicious I answered him with a calm voice.

"What do you mean? The fitting went well from what I could tell."

"Oh? Is that why I got a text from Jade about you looking particularly dishevelled?"

My entire body stiffened at his words.

Unfortunately, there was no hiding my surprise. When I raised my head to finally look at Aleksandr, I found him smirking at me, his eyes full of silent questions.

"That fucking woman!" I groused.

"So, it's true then? Does that mean you finally decided to take my advice and make your move?"

"I don't want to talk about it!"

Raising his free hand to playfully stroke my cheek, Aleksandr teased, "Come on, tell me! Did you two get to kiss at least?"

"You know what, I think you can finish clean yourself up!" I frowned and stepped away from him. After throwing the used gauze into the nearby bin, I grumbled, "I'll see you later."

To my complete shock, my best friend started to make kissing sounds as I walked towards the door.

Never in a million years would I have thought that this big bear of a man could be so childish. But then again, he learned from the best–me–so I only had myself to blame.

"I seriously hate you!" I whisper yelled over my shoulder.

Aleksandr replied in the same hushed tone, "I love you too!"

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A/N: I just love their friendship...😅

An "Oladyi" refers to small, thick Russian pancakes, that are often times eaten for breakfast. They can be served plain or with honey, chocolate, fresh fruit, sour cream, or a variety of fruit preserves.