Dragusha Revenge ✓Completed✓

Mira

THE WAY he uses me is violent. Primitive. Demeaning. And all I can think is, don't stop. He warned me he was going to be rough. He warned me I'd feel alarmed when he shoved his cock all the way down my throat. I was ready for that. I wasn't ready for the names he would call me. Or to be so wildly turned on by it all. It's as if we crossed over to the right side of wrong, and everything is too hot, and his cock is too huge, and I have too many clothes. I want him to lay me out and use me. I want him to do anything to me. Everything to me. I want him to layme out and use me like cockflesh, like he said he would. Is that even a word? I pull back, knowing he'll shove my head back onto his cock-hoping that he will-and he does, fingers digging into my scalp.

My nipples rub on his legs, heating from the friction of us. I'm on the verge of coming. Seriously on the verge. Usually I need a lot of help. This is so wrong. Wrong, wrong, wrong. But this is Aleksio being Aleksio. He always went too far, and I always loved him for it. I feel when he's going to come. "No teeth. Don't you fucking..." He jerks into my throat, forcing me to swallow. The orgasm goes on forever. He holds my head firmly in his grip, panting. I move my tongue a tiny bit and he clutches my hair.

"God! Don't move." I feel dazed. Heart pounding. This was the wildest and most powerful sexual experience of my life, and I didn't even come. Yet. "Okay," he whispers after a while, gently extracting himself from me. I sit on the coffee table, wiping my mouth and striking the tears from my cheeks. His eyes shine, and I know he felt the power of what just happened. The mad connection. Deep down, I know that neither of us have been here before. He reaches out and brushes my hair from my forehead. That's when I see the gun in his other hand, dark and cold and black. He was holding a gun? Why? Why would he need a gun?

"Don't worry, the safety was on." He puts it aside, eyes averted, and then he swipes his phone off the floor. He presses something. A red light goes off. My mouth falls open. "What the hell? What did you do?"

"Saved your finger." Red. A record light. He tucks himself in, zips himself up. He recorded us? Why record us like that? With him holding a gun? Why would he want to make it look like he was being a violent asshole, forcing me to do that? Suddenly everything in the room gets too bright, too real. "No!" I go for the phone. He grabs my wrist, hauling me up onto the couch with him. "Leave it." "You're going to show that recording

to him? No!" I try to twist free. "You can't!" He can, and he will. I'm flooded with shame for how much I enjoyed it. And Aleksio made a movie out of it! To frighten Dad! "Fuck!" I jerk and twist, trying to get at the phone. "You can't! Please." "Sorry." "Oh my God!" That's when Viktor comes in. He regards us calmly, like it's no big deal Aleksio is manhandling me. Aleksio tosses the phone to his brother. "Play it." "No! Don't!" Viktor taps the screen. "Don't watch it!" I go for Viktor now, but Aleksio has me. "You can't send Dad that clip."

"We're not sending him your bloody finger. Isn't that what you wanted?" Aleksio. So cool, so smooth. Like it meant nothing to him. And me like an idiot, getting off on his rough treatment. Making myself vulnerable to him. Showing him something I never even showed myself. I want to die. Viktor pockets the phone. "Her severed finger would be more extreme. More urgency. But this is more pain for the old man You guys are animals!" Aleksio tightens his hold on me. "You need to be done going crazy, or we'll handcuff and gag you." "You have to erase it!" "You prefer the finger? That's what you're saying here?" I trusted Aleksio. I followed him somewhere extreme, and he ripped my heart open. Cutting off my finger seems tame in comparison. "You're thinking about it? Fuck! No. Fuck that." He turns to Viktor.

"Call and see if the sack of shit's awake." Viktor takes out his own phone. Aleksio finally has to bear-hug me to keep me still. I try to push him off. I want nothing to do with him. No go. "Aleksio," I whimper. Imagining Dad seeing that makes me want to vomit. It will quite possibly be the last thing he sees before he dies. Viktor's speaking in Russian. He sounds upset. "What's wrong?" "Aldo is out cold," he says. "He'll be out hours more." "What the hell?" Aleksio says. "They had to give him something. He was making trouble." "Fuck!" He lets me go. "Don't make me gag and handcuff you. I mean it," he warns. "Has he taken his meds?" I ask Viktor. "He needs them. He keeps them in a plastic thing in his pocket." Viktor holds up a finger. More Russian. Then he nods at me.

"He had his meds. He is fine. Just not awake." He clicks off. "Fuck!" Aleksio kicks a leather trash can across the room. "He tried to get away?" Viktor nods. "You're sure he took his meds?" I ask. "Yes," Viktor says. He's out. There's still time, then. "Let's track down the employees. My plan. We'll do my plan. Don't send it." Aleksio looks at Viktor. "Six hours he will be out. Minimum," Viktor replies to his unspoken question. "Probably through the night. They screwed up." Aleksio closes his eyes. "I'm sorry, brat. My guys-"

"No, I know. They responded to the situation in front of them." Aleksio goes to the window and takes a breath. Worried about Kiro. "You think Lazarus cares about anything besides finding my dad and me?" I ask. "He's not going to be caring about your brother." "Lazarus is a fucking hyena, Mira. I think he cares about a lot of different things." "We can't stay the night here," Viktor says. "Agreed." Aleksio makes a call. I'm wondering whether it's Konstantin. I was always a little frightened of Konstantin-everyone was. He had a scarred face and a military attitude. A retired killer who ran the boys' bodyguard detail. Aleksio makes another call and gets an investigator on the case.

"I want the names and addresses of everyone who worked there-call me as soon as you get them-I don't care if the shit comes in at two in the morning. We get 'em and vet 'em." He clicks off. "Merry Christmas. We go at it your way. At least until Daddy wakes up. Not that we have any choice." I turn and look out at the dark lake, wanting for him not to ever see my face again. Wanting to never give him any bit of truth ever again.