Chapter 3 Expensive!

NIKOLAI

If there's one thing I despise that can make me seethe with anger, it's when people try to outsmart me. When someone asks for my services, the least I expect is for that person to fulfill their part of the deal. Evading responsibility is like asking for death. Of course, I always asked for a guarantee. In Karev's case, he offered me his precious daughter. Was this the famous 'paternal love'?

The job was done, his company's competition - supposedly what was causing the downfall of his business. A lie. He was useless in that field: business. No matter how much capital was injected, he would still manage to ruin everything - was sent to hell, and in the end, he simply thought that I, Nikolai Dubrovnik, could be discarded. If he ignored me enough, as he tried to do with his financial problems, the problem would disappear.

Before accepting any job, I made it a point to learn more about my potential 'clients.' With him, it was no different. A natural gambler, or rather, a born loser like him, wasn't someone I'd truly trust. And more: he had no idea that the casino he loved to frequent was owned by me.

So why did I accept it? Simple: his daughter would help me recover the money I lost, one way or another. It didn't matter how long it would take. And if she was as beautiful in real life as she was in the picture - I hadn't seen her myself, as I was busy, but Ivan assured me she was stunning. He might be a fool, but he had excellent taste in women. At least physically - she could achieve that feat quickly.

A virgin like her was worth a fortune. Yes, many men dream of deflowering girls, and Ian Krakov was one of them. He was addicted to it, in fact. When he found out I had one in my hands, he made the highest bid. I confirmed she must be a beauty, as that depraved old man was a cheapskate. To pay five million pounds for her? I swear, that was a record.

From there, I would sell her to others, and her father would pay off everything he owed me. I wouldn't keep her locked up forever, of course. Once the debt was paid, she would be set free, and what she did with her life from then on wasn't my concern. If she wanted to continue serving in the brothel, that would be her choice.

With the fuss she made about not being given to my VIP client, I had to intervene, and as soon as Ivan turned around and I saw that little beauty... I won't deny it, I was stunned. I had never seen anyone so beautiful in my life. She... how could I put it into words? It wasn't just the wonderful features of her face and what I could see of her body in that damn tiny dress, she seemed to have a glow... And no, I wasn't referring to the hatred radiating from her. Charming, but that wasn't it. Definitely not.

She was perfect. I have no other word! Her hair was a red that almost leaned towards blonde, but still red. Her eyes were bright green. At that moment, they were blazing with anger. I loved watching how she fought with Ivan. She was a tigress! Her full breasts were spilling out of the dress, Ivan's hand was on her waist, but there was no doubt it was slim. Her hips were wide in proportion to her shoulders. Long, toned legs. Her skin was reddened from the effort she was making while fighting.

I wanted her for myself, to enjoy her. No, I wasn't one to force myself on anyone. I never had to force a woman, though, after the first time, few wanted to continue with me. Except Svetlana. I had even forgotten she was there with me while my eyes devoured Irina Karev.

As soon as I was away from Irina, I turned to Svetlana.

"You can go home. I'll work a little more."

She pouted, and I hated that. I kept her around because she usually didn't demand much, was happy with what I gave her. And of course, she accepted everything in bed, no matter how rough I was, she always asked for more. But she was clingy. And whiny. Something I hated when overdone. She tried to control herself, I could tell, but at that moment, she was being greedy and testing my patience. Bad choice.

"Aww... I don't like to sleep without your body on mine..." she said, running her nails along my neck. Normally, that would turn me on instantly, which would have made me fuck her right there, but my mind couldn't stop thinking about that redhead.

"I won't repeat the order, Svetlana." I said, and she quickly changed her attitude, agreeing and lowering her head. Excellent. She still knew her place.

I stood up and went to the car, waiting for Irina, who soon entered. I could smell her skin's perfume. She was all soft, her skin so beautiful, begging to be caressed. When she asked me what the job was, I couldn't help but smile. I wanted to tell her that I would make her serve me in every way, but she seemed terrified. Courageous, but terrified.

Yes, I was sadistic. If she got so scared of me that she refused, I wouldn't get to taste her body. That was what it was all about: carnal desire. As soon as I got tired of her, I would send her back to the brothel. Her father still owed me. Shit, I would have to 'pay myself back' for the millions of pounds Krakov didn't pay, if I wanted to sleep with that beauty. Never had a pussy been so expensive!

"You will serve me," I answered, feeling a certain amusement in seeing the change of expression in her eyes. Irina trembled her lips, she was scared, but I also noticed she wasn't the type to let herself be subdued. I loved that grit!

I didn't want to break her, not yet. But I had to say that the fact that she was strong was like a feast for me, delicious. The stronger the person, the more difficult, the more pleasurable the process became.

"I don't want to be disrespectful to you, far from it, but..." she ran her tongue over her lips and hmmm, I wanted to do the same. Full, swollen lips. My imagination ran wild! "I believe there's been a mistake. You guys took the wrong Irina Karev."

It almost made me pity the way she looked at me, so sad.

"You are here as payment for a debt."

"Payment... for a debt?" she asked, furrowing her brow, completely confused. "I wasn't owing anyone, sir...?"

She wanted to know my name. I had to laugh. Silly girl!

"Call me boss, for now," I saw her nose wrinkle slightly. She probably didn't even realize she was doing it.

"My father must be very worried, sir... boss," she said the last word with some disgust.

"Oh, yes, of course," I said, unable to contain my sarcasm. The poor thing had no idea! Before accepting the deal, I thought she'd know. It wasn't uncommon for rich girls to exploit their bodies abroad to return to a life of luxury in their homelands. I sighed. "Irina, sit here."

I patted my thigh. She raised an eyebrow quickly, but I saw her eyes where my hand had touched. Then, she looked away almost comically. She was embarrassed, which meant she probably looked at something other than just my thigh. Well, my 'friend' inside my pants was excited to have such a goddess nearby.

"And what if I refuse?" she asked, swallowing hard, pressing her lips together, and I noticed she was doing the same with her legs, one against the other.

"One thing you need to learn, Irina: I don't ask twice. Enjoy it while I'm asking," maybe she mistook the fact that I was listening to her with opening the deal for discussion. Since I inherited the business at 16 after my parents were murdered, I didn't tolerate insubordination, especially from someone who owed me! "Irina!"

Her body trembled, and she nodded slowly, getting up. The car made a turn, and she lost her balance. By instinct, I think, I reached out and grabbed her, pulling her toward me to prevent her from rolling around in the car and getting hurt. A broken commodity wouldn't serve me much.

Irina was warm, soft. One hand of hers was on my neck, the other on my chest, and she lifted her face, so close to mine. Her green eyes were clear, and her pupils were more than dilated. She liked what she was seeing, and I couldn't help but smile.