The Russian's Captive (The Captive Series Book 2) (8 page)

“Damn it, Bianca. I’m not ready to come,” he growled as he pulled his cock out of her greedy mouth.

He lifted her off her knees and lifted her simple but beautiful wedding gown. She wasn’t wearing any panties the whole fucking night. He laid her on the bed and dropped to his knees to taste her sweet pussy. She cried out the moment his tongue touched her folds. He opened her folds and licked her clit. Her juices were coating his tongue. It wasn’t long until she was tugging on his hair and pressing his face into her pussy.

“Oh, God, Niko!” she cried as she came quickly.

He climbed up her body and pushed into her. Turned on beyond belief, he punished her core, growling as he rode her hard. She was panting and moaning, coming again in mere moments.

“Come in me, Nikolai. Give me your baby.”

Her words sent him over the edge, and he pressed deeply into her as he came hard.

Claudio Santini sat at his desk, furious, knowing that his supposed bride-to-be had been kidnapped by the man who was supposed to seek revenge on the whole family. It was made clear to him this morning that she’d been taken for Rykov’s physical pleasure.

His mind raced to the day that she’d told him that she’d loved someone else and would only give herself to him after their marriage. When he snuck her phone to find out who had her heart and the key to her pussy, he was in for a surprise.

She was in love with a man she couldn’t have and a man he’d envied—yet despised.

Santini hit his button and called his contact in France.

“Tell me what is going on.”

“They married today.”

The moment the words rung in his ears, he shouted, “What!” Claudio slammed his hand onto the desk in utter disgust and fury.

“You were supposed to get her away from him.”

“I didn’t have time. He only left her for five minutes. I tried to help her get out, but she’d been caught trying to get her phone. I couldn’t stop the wedding because all the roads were flooded. It stormed hard, and they were married at the hotel.”

“Fine. It’s okay. She’ll be taught a lesson just like Luciano’s wife.”

“You don’t mean…?”

“Yes. I damn well mean that. That virgin pussy was supposed to be mine, and Angelo, the fuck, was supposed to get her away before Rykov got there. Instead, he punked out. I haven’t seen him. He was probably was working for Rykov.”

“Well, what do you want me to do?” the anxious voice on the other end asked.

“Don’t do anything. I’m coming to get what’s mine,” he snarled sinisterly before hanging up on his mole.

†††

He’d taken her all around town after they checked out of the hotel.

“How are you feeling now, my wife?”

“I’m feeling a bit foolish and totally embarrassed. It was like I had no filter last night.”

“No, you didn’t. I was amused in the elevator, but really turned on when we were in the room. Don’t be too upset. I enjoyed that naughty, dirty girl that showed up last night. She can make unexpected appearances as often as she’d like.”

She whacked his arm as she looked around to see if they had an audience. “Niko!”

“Again, woman. You’re abusive,” he whimpered and pretended to be injured.

“Real funny, Nikolai. You’re ready for Hollywood.”

“Do you want to look around since we are already here?”

“Can we?” Bianca said cheerfully.

“Sure.” Nikolai smiled down at his wife as he slid his hand in hers. They were about to walk out of the hotel when the concierge called them.

“Monsieur Rykov!” the concierge said as he ran up to the couple. Sergei stepped up to intervene, but Nikolai raised his hand to stop Sergei’s movement.

“Yes?” Nikolai asked as he turned to the panting man.

“The hotel would like to give you this as a gift to celebrate your marriage.”

The man handed Nikolai a photo frame that had a picture of Nikolai and Bianca as they turned to the crowd at the wedding. It was a perfect picture, and instantly he handed it to Bianca.

“Here, my love.”

“Oh my! It’s perfect!” Bianca said with a beautiful, glowing smile that caused Nikolai to grin like a fool.

“Thank you, sir.”

“You’re welcome. There are other photos that are still being processed and can be sent to you tomorrow.”

“Please send them to my villa. Excuse us,” Nikolai said before walking away with Bianca.

“I’m glad you like it, my dear. I’m just sorry that I didn’t think of it. Your smile is beautiful.”

Bianca blushed at his words and bit her lip, giving Nikolai an instant hard-on.

“Come. Let’s get out of here before I request another room for an hour or so.”

He rushed her out of there and they traveled the streets of Nice for the next few hours and enjoyed a delicious meal before calling it a day. The couple arrived at the villa with several bags of gifts that Nikolai had bought for Bianca.

†††

“Have you contacted Santini yet?” Luciano asked his father, pacing as usual, wearing out the area rug in the sitting room.

“Yes. I contacted him yesterday when he called for her. He was pissed that I hadn’t protected her better. Like what the fuck was I going to do? Let Rykov ice my whole family just to save Bianca from a man that wants to marry her? I know that it sounds cruel, but I knew that Rykov wasn’t going to hurt her, and I knew we could get her back.”

“Well that doesn’t seem to be going well, does it? He took her and told us he wasn’t giving her back. If he supposedly cared, he wouldn’t have taken her away from us like he did,” Luciano said furiously.

“He’s in love with her. I don’t think what happened is that simple. His feelings warred with his revenge. He’s a hell of a lot better than Santini. I never liked that fuck. Remember, son, you and your family wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for Rykov. His heart is strong, and he seems to have given it to your sister.”

“What if she doesn’t want him?” Luciano asked nervously.

“She does care for him,” said the matriarch, Mrs. Rossi, as she entered the living area.

“Did you talk to her?” Luciano asked his mother.

“Yes, a year ago. Look at this.” She handed Luciano the newspaper clipping. She’d already shown her husband that night after the raid.

“They’ve met before. When she was just sixteen?” he growled.

“No. She claims that she just saw his picture and was enamored. Trust me when I say that she was broken when I took it away from her.”

“Seriously?” Luciano shook his head as he absorbed his mother’s words. “Well, then it seems she got what she wanted. So what are we supposed to do with Santini? He’s going to want to get her back.”

“She didn’t really want to marry him. She ran right into Nikolai because she didn’t want to get fitted for a dress. She told me that she was only marrying Santini because she refused to sleep with him until they were married, and he knew that she’d been in love with someone else,” Amber chimed in.

“So he knows about Rykov?” he asked his wife.

“I don’t know if he knows the name of the guy, considering she didn’t want to tell me the guy’s name.”

The doorbell rang, and one of Rossi’s guards brought in the weekly roses from Santini for Bianca.

“I guess he forgot to cancel the order,” Luciano said as he grabbed the card off the roses.

“I’ll send the roses until you come home. Love, Claudio,” he read the card aloud. Something changed in Luciano’s expression as he stared at the little note. A growl rumbled from his chest as he focused on the card.

“What the matter, my love?” Amber said as she slid her arms around Luciano.

“It’s him. Father, where is the packet from Rykov?”

“It’s in my office, in the top drawer,” he said as Luciano rushed to the office and pulled it from his desk. Luciano flipped to the signatures of the judge and looked back at the card. He ran back out to his father and placed the file and card on the table.

“Look.” He pointed to the card and the legal document.

“The bastard.” The Don slammed his fists. “He is a dead man. Get Rykov on the line, now,” he commanded.

“What is it?” Amber asked since she was unable to get a good view of the papers.

“I’ve got to make a call. Let’s go into the study.” The family followed him into the room as Amber closed the door.

“We’ll explain. Just listen on the call,” Luciano said as he put the house phone on speaker.

“Rykov,” Nikolai answered as he sat down at the desk in his office. He’d just left Bianca after their last loving session in the shower. She told him she was going to go outside and read the newest romance novel on her tablet,
No Choice
by C.M. Steele. 

“Is your phone tapped?” Luciano asked impatiently.

“No. I personally checked it. Do you want to talk to Bianca?”

“Yes, but not now. It’s important and about the file. Claudio Santini signed the judge’s signature.”

“Are you serious?” Nikolai asked in a serious rage.

“Yes,” Luciano hissed.

“One moment.” Nikolai called out to Sergei to come in to the office.

“Sergei, bring Bianca to me, please.” Sergei left to go fetch Bianca who was sitting in her favorite chair out on the veranda.

“He knows that she was in love with someone else,” Luciano added, wondering if he knew something they didn’t.

“Then he must know it was me and set us both up,” Nikolai surmised.

“But someone had to tell him about your real identity.”

“I know. I’m not sure who it was, but I’ve narrowed it down.”

“I’ll call you back in a minute.” He hung up the phone as Sergei returned with Bianca.

†††

He turned to Bianca and Sergei before saying, “Thank you, Sergei. Love, come here.” Sergei left the room again but didn’t go far. He could tell from the look on Nikolai’s face that something was amiss.

“What is it, Niko? Is something wrong?” Bianca said as she noticed his expression.

“Do you know if Claudio knew it was me you loved?”

“I don’t think so,” she said cautiously. Nikolai looked angry, and truthfully she thought he was mad at her.

“Did you leave your phone around him? At all?” Nikolai asked as he pulled her into his arms, noticing her concern. He kissed her lips to soften his angry tone.

“I might’ve once or twice. Wait, I did one day. I left it on the counter when I went to try on some clothes with his sister.”

“Don’t remind me that you were showing off your purchases for him.”

“I didn’t. He was mad at me.”

“Okay, baby. We’re going to call your family to say hi really quick. Then we have to go.”

“What’s going on?” Bianca asked pleadingly.

“He set up your father, knowing damn well I would seek revenge.”

“No!” Bianca screamed.

“Calm down, baby.” Instantly Sergei ran into the room with the gun aimed.

“We’re good, Sergei.”

“Damn. Don’t freak me out like that,” Sergei responded as he holstered his weapon.

“Hey, Petrov just called and said he was still in Monaco. He won’t be back until tomorrow.”

“Good. Okay. Pack our overnight bags. We’re going back to the States, but if anyone asks, we’re going to Moscow.”

“Yes, Nikolai,” Sergei said, then walked out.

“Baby, do you like Sergei?”

“Yes, very much. He’s been teaching me to cook. He’s really sweet, but he needs a woman.”

“Well, I’m glad you’re taken because you’re making me jealous.” Bianca just smiled.

“I know you didn’t care for Petrov, but you two have been getting along.” Nikolai saw the indecision in her face to reveal something to him. “What is it, Bianca? We don’t have time to waste.”

“Well, it’s just…remember the first day? He was the one who told me where to find my phone, but said he wouldn’t help me go to the airport.”

“Airport.”

“You remember I was jealous about the bitch on the plane and our fight. So he asked if I needed anything, and I told him ‘my phone and a ride to the airport.’”

“You don’t want to leave me now, do you?”

“Of course not, goof. I married you without a fuss or family.”

“Good, baby.”

“I was just being nice to him because Sergei told me that he was a friend of your father’s, but I thought he was a bit off.”

“Why?”

“Well, he didn’t speak highly of you. In fact, when I asked where you were, he implied that you were with a woman instead of Sergei.”

“What? He saw me when I walked out and asked where we were going.”

“I know.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Because I thought it was because he was old and cynical. If he was your father’s friend, then he must mean something to you after all these years.”

“Baby, give me a kiss.” Bianca smiled as she bent down to comply, but her husband had other ideas and sat her down on his lap before taking her mouth. She began to grind onto his cock, but he stopped her before he couldn’t stop.

“Hold that thought, babe. We have to get going. Let’s call your parents.”

Nikolai redialed the number and could tell the difference in her stress. She was nervous.

“Calm down.”

“What the fuck took you so long to call us back?”

“Do me a favor and shut the fuck up. I’m trying to get you sister up to speed, and I need to get us packed. So the fuck seems to know it’s me. I’m already sure that I know who the traitor is, but I have to be careful. We are leaving in the next few minutes to visit you.” Nikolai nodded to Bianca to start talking.

“Hi, big brother.”

“How you doing, sweetheart?”

“I was pretty good until Niko called me in here. I can believe he’s that upset over this.”