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"Your idea of a date ends
with your fat dick down their
throat for dessert."

- Aleksandr
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Chapter 14 - Bound And Burned

▪️S E R G E Y▪️

Later that night, I groaned and banged my fist against the steering wheel of my car.

I was parked in the underground garage of The Purple Angel. I should be heading in to go meet with Aleksandr, yet here I was, stalling, not wanting to have to deal with him nagging me about Natasha and what had happened earlier at the bridal boutique.

As much as I tried to push the beautiful blonde out of my head, all I could think about was how much I had wanted to bury my face between her thighs, even though I had sworn to myself that I would never touch her.

"Come on Sergey, you're better than this..." I scolded myself.

But was I really though?

When Natasha had confessed that it was hard for her to achieve an orgasm, I could not help but want to take up the challenge. Suffice to say, I was proud that I had her shaking and gushing all over me in less than five minutes.

Seeing her quiver in my arms was an image that I would not soon forget.

From the way she had been riding my lap, I knew that it had been the best orgasm of her life and I had barely done anything.

It made me wonder what had been going on between her and her clients for the last two years.

What was she doing with those men? What were they even paying for?

Not meaning to sound like an ass but if I was shelling out thousands of dollars for her time, I would have had her sitting on my face for hours. Hell, I would have paid her just for the opportunity to give her pleasure.

I was not one for leaving a hickey on women, it made them feel special.

It was a mark of ownership in a way and I did not want to give them the wrong impression. Leaving bruises from consensual rough sex and BDSM scenes was one thing, but a love bite was a whole different category altogether.

"But I wanted to mark her..." I said to myself.

And I had, even when she told me not to. If Aleksandr found out he would certainly slap me over the back of my head and it would be well deserved.

My actions had surprised me as I was not used to feeling the surge of possessiveness that Natasha evoked in me. I should have honoured her decision, but from the way her body trembled against me, a part of me felt that she wanted me to mark her.

Of course, I felt bad when she had messaged me about it. Although, from the moment she answered my text 'yes and no' to being upset about the hickey, my guilt had immediately evaporated.

As irritated as she might have been for my rash behaviour, a part of her had enjoyed it.

Upon seeing her face when she had gotten into the SUV minutes later, as annoyed as she may have been, I could tell that she liked seeing my mark on her, otherwise she would have covered it up. But as right as my instincts had been, I needed to get myself under control, for deep down I knew that I should have honoured her words even if her body was telling me something else.

The vibrating sound of a mobile phone broke me out of my thoughts.

Looking down at the centre console, I saw the space grey device light up. I forgot that I had momentarily switched it on to get the number of Lilah #2 as one of the men was interested in going out with her.

With a sigh, I picked up the device.

Scrolling through, I skimmed over the numerous messages that I had been ignoring for the last few months. 

It was still shocking to me that I had not been able to hook up with anyone for over half a year. 

If Aleksandr knew, he would certainly tease me about it and I was definitely not in a mood to hear him make those annoying kissing sounds at me.

Ugh!

At first, I had blamed it on my busy schedule, but when I started having problems getting an erection, I had a full-on panic attack. That was, until I found myself in an almost constant state of arousal whenever I was around Natasha.

Now that I had tasted her, I just knew that I was absolutely and positively fucked.

"Bound and burned as we would say..." I grumbled to myself.

It was then that my black mobile phone vibrated in my jacket pocket. After getting the number I needed, I turned off the space grey device. I then threw it into the glove compartment before pulling out my other phone.

Looking down at the screen, I saw that I had a few messages from Aleksandr, each coming in one after the other.

Aleksandr:
"Where the fuck are you?"

Aleksandr:
"Are you still mad at me from earlier"

Aleksandr:
"I thought we were meeting
for drinks tonight?"

Aleksandr:
"I'm sorry alright, I won't bring up Natasha anymore. I'll wait for you to tell me about what happened..."

Throwing my head back I let out a soft laugh at the influx of messages. 

Aleksandr could clearly see that I was reading the chat, yet he continued to bombard me like the brat that he could sometimes be.

Shaking my head, my fingers moved over the screen as I quickly typed out a reply.

Sergey:
"Keep your cock in your pants,
I'm heading to the elevator..."

A few minutes later, I entered the second floor.

For whatever reason, my gaze immediately landed on Natasha who was busy schmoozing with one of her regular clients. The thirty-something year old bi-racial man was a high-profile criminal lawyer and I hated the look of lust that I saw in his eyes while he gave her his full attention.

I was surprised to see her here tonight as I knew her schedule by heart. It must have been a last-minute booking.

At the thought, I felt something tugging in my chest while my eyes roamed over her body.

Even though she was on the other side of the room, it did not stop me from checking her out. Natasha was wearing a black sleeveless high neck midaxi dress. I hated that I even knew what that was and a part of me felt disappointed that she had covered up my mark.

"Fuck, I must be going crazy..." I mumbled.

Seeing the man laugh at something she was saying, I had to stop myself from storming over there and punching him in the throat. Letting out a breath, I pushed the thought away and refocused my attention on the reason for me coming here.

My eyes immediately searched for Aleksandr and I easily found him sitting in our usual booth near where Natasha and her client were.

This time however, I did not allow myself to get distracted again as even from this distance I could tell that something was bothering my best friend. With renewed focus, I walked across the room.

"What's the purpose of your face?" I asked, suddenly dropping myself beside him.

"No purpose..." Aleksandr grumbled then took another sip from his glass.

"Uh huh, sure... You know, there was a time when you didn't just come to me for mafia related things. Remember the advice we'd give each other concerning women back in the day?"

Scoffing, he shook his head, "Yes, and if I remember correctly, I almost lost a testicle one time because of it."

I snorted, clearly remembering the incident.

"Oh come on! How was I supposed to know the woman would have tried to swallow the two of them at the same time?" I asked while raising my hands in the air. "Come on, talk to me. What's bothering you?"

To the world, I was famous for my unfriendly demeanour.

Nevertheless, beneath all the violence and brashness there was another side to me, one that had the potential to be caring and kind. At least to those whom I felt were deserving of it.

Once I considered someone family, I would do anything in my power to protect that person, even from themselves. Aleksandr knew that I would not stop pestering him about what was bothering him so I openly grinned while he begrudgingly replied.

"It's Litizia. I don't know what's going on with me, but she's in my head, consuming my every thought..." Aleksandr confessed and shifted in his seat.

I could understand what he was going through, but I was not about to confess such.

Instead, I responded and said, "I realised that after the incident with Ivan. You've never beaten a man to death over anyone before. I mean sure, her reputation is a reflection of you, but still, you turned into a beast! Not that the piece of shit didn't deserve it!"

Scowling slightly, Aleksandr replied, "I won't lie, it does feel like someone doesn't want us to get together. We haven't seen Ivan in years and suddenly he shows up saying not to marry her? I can't help but sense something sinister coming our way."

"Perhaps, but there's nothing more menacing than you when pissed. I can acknowledge the brutality behind Calvetti, but we all know that he's partially insane. You, on the other hand, are not, which makes your cruelty all the more disturbing..." I gave him a knowing look then added, "Whatever trouble is heading our way, we'll handle it as we always have, with iron and blood."

At my words, I watched as his mouth twisted slightly before he exhaled loudly. Fuck, I thought to myself, my best friend was falling in love and his next words confirmed my suspicion.

"She is too good for me...." Aleksandr murmured.

"Well of course she is!" I said, then stated, "But every beast needs a beauty."

He stared blankly at me for a moment before chuckling softly. Aleksandr shook his head then proceeded to tell me about his latest dream.

I knew Aleksandr was withholding something, and I could only assume that it was a partial sex dream. Either way, I focused on him mentioning the part about Litizia feeling insecure as she seemed to compare herself to Jade, worrying that she would not be a good wife.

As if!

No offense to Jade, but the only person who could handle her crazy ass was Dominic.

In my mind, Litizia was perfect for Aleksandr.

Hell, seeing them together made it more than obvious to me why he had never settled down before. He had clearly been waiting for her, but given that the feelings Aleksandr was experiencing were new to him, it would only be obvious that he would be having doubts.

Turning my body so that I could face him head on, I raised an eyebrow, "Are you sure that it's not your own subconscious thoughts you're projecting? I mean, granted, Litizia is no Jade, but just because she isn't a gun-wielding wildcard doesn't mean that she isn't suited to be your wife."

From the slight widening of his eyes, I knew that he knew that I had made a valid point.

With a shrug, I went on to say, "Most mafia marriages are arranged anyway, so marrying without love isn't something new for men like us. Love can always come, and to be honest, I think it's already on its way and that's what's freaking you out."

"What do you mean?"

"Pfft! Come on, Aleksandr. You have me acting like a babysitter, accompanying her to the fucking mall when I should be at your side! You know damn well that Viktor is more than capable, yet you fret over her as though you couldn't bear the thought of losing her," I replied while looking him dead in the eye.

Trying to brush me off, he countered, "I do not! She's important for finalising the deal with Carlo D'Apolito."

"Ha! Who are you trying to fool? Well alright, if you really want me to call you out on your shit fine, let's go!" I cleared my throat and without hesitating, began listing out things.

Fuck I had been waiting days to get this shit off my chest!

"You have breakfast and dinner with her every day, you call me at least three times whenever we're out of the mansion to check up on her as if I can't do my fucking job!" I paused to snub my nose at him before continuing, "Oh, not to mention you've spent the last week and a bit, calling everywhere looking for a small bottle of yellow paint, then there's–"

Cutting me off, Aleksandr protested, "Okay you've made your fucking point!"

"It's obvious that what started out as a sense of responsibility has shifted to something more. You care about Litizia, a lot... Otherwise, you'd have not bothered to put any effort into any of the things that concern her. Especially that painting room you created..." I stated simply then added, "You have never been like this for a woman. Also, let's not forget that you asked her out on a date, I mean, shit!"

Inwardly groaning, he muttered, "Don't remind me..."

Grinning, I teased, "I bet you're nervous. You haven't been on a date since your twenties. You want some advice?"

"No thank you!" Aleksandr quickly raised his palm, "Your idea of a date ends with your fat dick down their throat for dessert."

I gasped, feigning shock.

"Excuse you! I can wine and dine a woman just fine, thank you very much! Besides, I wasn't about to suggest something like that for Litizia. I can tell you're uneasy, so I was just going to say, this is a woman who was ecstatic about seeing her favourite foods in the fridge. It's clear that she isn't like any of the women you've ever dated. Just don't overthink it!" I stressed the last few words.

Raising an eyebrow, he questioned, "You honestly expect me to take advice from you, when you rather fuck every woman in this room besides the one you really want, who by the way clearly wants you in return?"

That was a low blow if I ever heard one. So much for not bringing up Natasha.

Fuck you, I thought, while cursing out my best friend in my head.

I could feel the skin of my face warming and against my better judgement I snuck a glance over at Natasha but quickly looked back at Aleksandr doing my best to deflect.

"Alright, I'm backing off! You need me for anything?"

Shaking his head, "I'm fine, go get your dick wet."

If only, I silently groused.

Tugging the lapels of my jacket, I got up and walked right past Natasha and headed towards a group of three naked girls who were lounging by another booth. The last place I wanted to be was here, but I had to keep up appearances.

Turning on my charm, I smiled and said, "How are you ladies doing tonight?"

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A/N: I know... Sergey needs a slap behind the head 🥴