The Bratva’s Bounty (Volkov Bratva #3)

11. Lev

Chapter 11

Lev

~2 weeks later~

"I still can't believe you tattooed me," I grumbled softly as I trailed right behind Nicole with my hands stuffed in the pockets of my jacket.

"Well, you needed a reminder of who you belong to," she remarked rather haughtily, tossing her head back to flash me a smirk before continuing off to wherever. "Besides, not like it's something stupid. I mean, I could have tattooed a dick on you for all you know, or some misspelled word like 'regart' or something stupid."

Stopping, she snickered softly while smirking smugly at me. "I could have tattooed a stupid phrase in Vietnamese or a crude word," she remarked arrogantly. "So, be thankful I was being thoughtful and nice."

Scoffing in disbelief, I crossed my arms and stepped up to her. "If you ever do something like that, I will tattoo something in Cyrillic across your ass," I retorted, glaring down softly at her.

"As long as it's something cute." She laughed in my face before whipping around, smacking me in the face with her colored hair .

Gritting my teeth, I let out a soft scowl. "We're not done." Reaching out, I grabbed her arm and spun her back around, pulling her flush against my body. "I don't know whether to kiss you or spank you," I strained with my lips hanging a hair away from hers.

Inhaling deeply, I quickly shifted my hands around her body. One arm wrapped itself around her lower back, anchoring her plush body against mine, while my other arm snaked itself around her upper body. Sliding my hand down, I gently groped her bubbly butt with an internal groan at the softness melting in my palm. Sharply inhaling, I fisted the back of her hair with my other hand. "You are so insufferable sometimes, you know that?" I groaned softly, resting my forehead against hers.

Giggling, Nicole grinned and reached up to grip my nape with her hand. "I know, but only because you love it," she shot back, ghosting her lips across mine. "You love that I am a pain in your ass because you like suffering." Her nails dug into my sensitive skin, making me wince softly. "Kiss me."

Giving in with a groan, I let my lips fall into hers, letting her softly suck my soul out of me. "Only because I wanted to," I argued with a reddening face.

No matter how desirable they were, there was no way I'd let some woman boss me around.

I was in charge, always.

Smiling sweetly, Nicole patted my cheek. "Whatever floats your boat, sweetie." She chuckled mockingly, pushing me away. "Come on, we have an appointment to keep. If you're good, then I might let you kiss me again later," she said with a hook of her finger after turning her back to me.

Grumbling softly to myself, I rubbed at the soft ache in my chest. "I'll kiss you if I want to and whenever I want to," I muttered while following behind her.

"Where the hell are we going anyways?" This was most definitely not part of her routine. Yeah, she liked to go and do whatever, but she had her typical spots and routes.

"Just keep following me like the good little lion you are, and you will see," Nicole replied smugly with a snicker while continuing her merry way .

Rolling my eyes, I stretched my strides out until I was beside Nicole, matching her pace to keep steady with her. "You're not going to take me to get another tattoo against my will, are you?" I flatly joked with a sneer, hoping to dear lord that I would make it through the rest of the day unscathed from Nicole's antics.

I still wasn't too thrilled about being tattooed against my will, nor was I excited about the wonky design of Nicole's initials with a little cartoon bomb. But, I couldn't bring myself to go get it removed because it was from Nicole. Besides, it was unique compared to all the other ink on my body, and it grew on me a little. Also, it was sweet for her to tattoo me, mark me as hers with her unique little mark.

Just thinking about it brought a goofy smile to my face, the ones where your cheeks ached from how uncontrolled the spread was. I mean, Nicole always brought a smile to my face, but the tattoo made a huge wave of warmth shiver and melt my body.

My body jolted from another stroke of heat from Nicole's fingers brushing against my palm before my hand became engulfed by hers. "Would you lighten up, little lion? It's something fun for both of us." Yeah, as if that made me feel any better. I couldn't help but feel a little wary of her innocent smile because I don't think I've ever seen anything innocent with her.

Letting her drag me to my doom, I grumbled under my breath. "I swear, I'm going to wake up in a cage or something." Or probably something equivalent. Hell, I wouldn't be surprised if I woke up with a kidney missing.

Nicole didn't entertain me with a response as she continued to lead me down the block until we came to a stop at a shady-looking building. "Frenzy Fury Fun…" Okay, that was a stupid name for any kind of business; I didn't even want to try and think about what kind of establishment Nicole would lead me into in a moment.

"Aka, the best thing next to therapy and blowing stuff up." Nicole grinned and giddily bounced on the balls of her feet for a few seconds before throwing the door open and dragging me in behind her.

"Nicki!" A middle-aged man with a graying beard greeted her with a grin.

"Room's set up as always for you. See you brought a friend this time." His observant eyes did a quick sweep over me and lingered warily for a moment. Then, the friendliness in them hardened. "You better not be giving sweet Nicki a hard time now, boy. I don't give a shit if you're bratva, you so much as split a hair on Nicki's head, and I will come after you like a hellhound on a trail." Well, so much for friendly old(ish) man over here.

The sound of my teeth creaking echoed in my skull from my jaw clenching, and every hot exhale from me heated the room to where a knife could cut through the tension. "I would mind your own business, old man, before you find yourself without it," I strained out between my gritted teeth. "I may be bratva, but that doesn't mean I don't have any manners. So, I would watch your mouth next time before you go running it because the next person might not be as tolerable as me."

Well, if Nicole wasn't here, then I would have smashed the man's face into the glass counter he stood behind and turned him into a display.

I hated it when people made assumptions about me or my family. Yes, we were bratva, and I knew having any kind of ties to anything mafia-related carried a bad notion, but still. What happened to not judging a book by its cover and shit? I mean, sure, I looked quite rough, but I wasn't that horrible underneath. Besides, I was only ever bad to those who deserved it… And those who pissed me off… And maybe those who looked at me the wrong way… And perhaps many others…

Point was, I wasn't a bad person.

If I punched, stabbed, or shot someone, they deserved it one way or another.

"Robby, relax, Lev is harmless to me." Nicole's assurance eased a lot of the tension out of the room.

I didn't begin to relax until Nicole's hand tightened around mine. Her presence invaded my very being with how she hugged my arm and leaned into me as if we were some couple. Then, like the cherry on top, she leaned up on her tippy toes and placed a kiss on my cheek with a giggle. "He knows better than to upset me," she said with an exaggerated smile at me.

Little minx, I wanted to bend her over the counter and teach her a lesson for that comment.

Forcing a smile, I slipped an arm around Nicole's waist, pulling her against me and gripping her hip a little to assert some dominance. "I know how much of a firecracker she can be." Well, that wasn't a lie; she was rather explosive and dangerous.

Robby's eyes fluttered towards Nicole, softening with concern. "If he bothers you one bit or so much as raises a finger to you, you let me know." Honestly, if Robby didn't piss me off, I would feel a little more warmth with his concern about Nicole's well-being; too bad I wanted to smash his face in still.

"Don't worry, like I said," Nicole paused to grin up at me and lock her warm eyes on me, "he's a good boy."

Instinctively, my grip around her tightened at the words. Something about them, along with the coquettish smirk and look in her eyes, sent shivers down my spine, straight to my dick. Her sweet praise flicked some switch in my mind and body, making my insides melt with pleasure. Some stupid part of me wanted to drop to her feet and roll over to get in her good graces and hear more praise from her. I wanted to let go and not worry about anything besides how to get more sweet words from Nicole.

God, what am I thinking?

Biting the inside of my cheek, I quickly shoved my thoughts away, shutting them into a dark closet that would never be opened again. None of that was me, and I refused to go down that route. I was in charge, always have, always will. Besides, if I ever did try to entertain that unknown side, it wouldn't be with an unstable, bomb-loving tech geek.

"Well, we'll be on our way, and I promise I'll keep my Lev in check." Nicole waved at Robby as she dragged us past him, taking us down a hallway and past a few doors.

Opening my mouth, I was about to ask Nicole about what the fuck was going on but never got a chance. "So, rules are simple: break everything you want in the room besides the walls, windows, ceiling, and floor." Stopping at the door, she turned to look at me fully with her excited grin. "Oh, and other people, of course," she added before eagerly throwing the door open.

Warily, I walked into the concrete room behind Nicole. The room was bare except for a wooden desk stacked with various objects like vases, cups, a flat-screen TV, and other little nickknacks. On the floor were stocks of objects as well, all in a random assortment. Then, the walls were sparsely lined with various wall decorations, except one wall would be nearly bare if it weren't for the objects lined against it.

Squealing and clapping happily, Nicole shut the door with her foot and pulled her phone out to put on some… "K-Pop? Really?" I mused with a flat sigh as I watched her go over to the wall lined with various bats, clubs, wrenches, and what have you. "What the hell are we even doing?"

Without looking back at me, Nicole replied while browsing the weapons. "Oh, come on, don't act like you've never been to a rage room."

The fuck?

Approaching her, I grabbed her wrist and spun her around to face me. "I do not have anger issues," I remarked with an offended scowl.

Raising an eyebrow, Nicole studied me with a quizzical look for a moment. "I never said that. What would even make you think that, little lion?" She scoffed with a dry chuckle.

Irritated at her reaction, I grabbed her shoulders and pushed her against the wall, trapping her between my arms. "Why else would you take me to a rage room? Obviously, you're trying to tell me something." I sneered, baring my teeth at her when my scowl deepened greatly. "I do not need to get my anger out or any of that shit, so there's no point in taking me here unless it's to tell me I got a real problem with my temper."

Scoffing, Nicole rolled her eyes at me. "Wow, you are so taking all of this the wrong way," she remarked with a low chuckle, almost sounding like she pitied me. "The only thing I'm trying to tell you is to loosen up. Seriously, you're always so tense and mister macho serious." She chuckled weakly, placing a hand on my chest and stroking the area of the tattoo.

Hooking her other arm around my neck, she pulled herself up close to me. "I just thought this would be a nice way for us to blow off some steam, relax, have fun. I mean, anger issues or not, I don't care as long as you don't direct any of it toward me." Her voice was soft and sincere enough to get my nerves to calm down. "I mean, yeah, you're a little hot-headed, but at least you've got your head on straight in the right direction," she teased with a giggle.

Unable to help it, I let my eyes flutter close with my soft groan when I felt the back of my head being stroked by her fingers. "Stop doing that." I dragged out with a soft sigh. "I'm trying to stay firm with you." I was fucking putty in her hands.

"Aww, but you're so much better being my good boy." She cooed with a deep chuckle. "Don't you want to be my good boy?"

I should be offended right now. She was treating me like some damn dog! But by God, did it make me melt. Something about her rubbing and scratching my head felt amazing, and her saturated voice was lovely. "Nicki… If you don't stop, I'm going to break that table because I fucked you too hard on it." I was somewhat serious.

My cock was straining against my pants right now, and fuck did it hurt. I wanted, no needed, to bury myself into her hot cunt. I wanted to make her come undone on my cock until she wouldn't be able to form a single thought, let alone talk back to me and be in charge.

"Don't threaten me with a good time before the date's even started." Nicole's sultry voice whispered into my ear with a hot sigh. "Finish breaking shit in the room with me first, then maybe I'll let you break the bed with me later." Oh, as if she wasn't being a sly vixen herself.

Giggling, Nicole patted my cheek before picking up a crowbar, giving it a few practice swings before approaching a podium with a vase on top of it. Then, pulling back, she swung at the vase, shattering the thing into two big chunks with a squeal. "Come on, Lev!" She encouraged me with a grin before swinging repeatedly at the wooden podium, chipping away at it.

Hesitantly, I picked up a metal bat and approached Nicole from the side. "Uhh, are you sure about this?" It felt weird to think about smashing things in such a calm and casual manner.

It was one thing to utilize and break objects in a fight, but in a controlled setting? Even for a destructive and violent guy like me, that didn't feel too right. Well, maybe it felt wrong to me because of all the reprimands I got in my life for breaking shit around the house.

"Little lion, it's okay, just take a swing," Nicole assured me with a warm smile and nudge. "This whole place is meant for breaking, so swing, be a destructive little shit."

With a shaky breath, I smacked the bat against my palm a few times to get a feel of it while I looked for my target. I mean, I knew what I wanted to hit, but I was reluctant about it because it felt like the moment I shattered the TV, Nikolai would bust down the door and scold me. Or worse, Nicole would scold me because maybe it was some test that I failed.

After a few nervous flickers of my eyes at Nicole, I took some tentative steps toward the TV on the wooden desk. Then, with one last look at Nicole, I gulped and swung the bat that suddenly weighed a thousand pounds to me. My tense heart exploded with the screen of the TV the moment the bat shattered it, and I held my breath in anticipation of the raised voice that would burst my eardrums.

Yet, it never came.

The only thing that filled my ears was the sound of my heart pounding away in my chest, along with Nicole's cheery giggle.

"There you go! Keep going!" she encouraged me with a soft laugh before the sounds of glass breaking filled the room from her going at more objects.

Well, I started, so might as well finish it.

Plus, not gonna lie, it felt good to break something and not get in trouble for it.

Unable to hold back my excitement, I let my face break out in a crazed grin as my arms swung freely. From the TV to the desk, the bat took out everything in its path as I let loose. The little trinkets that lined the table either fell to the ground and broke, or they were broken because I brought the bat down on them.

Object after object, anything I set my eyes on became nothing but pieces. Shards of wood and glass flew in every direction with every swing of our weapons, and the sting of cuts kept the rush of excitement alive. I should be a little more mindful since I didn't put on any safety gear, but what's life without a risk?

Pausing for a second, I looked at Nicole, watching with amazement as she destroyed a small table with a gleeful grin. Her attention slowly went to me after she was done decimating the object. "What? Do I have something in my hair?" she asked with a tilt of her head.

Chuckling, I shook my head softly and waved her over, watching as she scrunched her eyebrows together and approached me warily. Grinning widely, I waited until she was within arm's length before grabbing at her, causing her to squeal.

Without a word, I wrapped an arm around her waist, locking her against me while my other hand tangled itself into the back of her hair. Instantly, my lips devoured hers, and my groan drowned out her sounds of surprise. Using her stunned state to my advantage, I forced my tongue into her mouth, claiming every inch of her as my lower hand roamed her body.

Then, carefully, I lifted her with a hand groping her plush bottom, and I placed her on top of the dusty table with a soft grunt. The hand around her waist slipped around her body to her breasts to greedily fondle them while my other hand pulled at her hair, forcing her head back. With access to her neck, I tore myself away from her delicious lips, inhaling deeply for a much-needed breath after I pulled at her bottom lip and made it swell.

A glimmer of red caught my frenzied eyes as I leaned in again, causing me to change my intended course. Tilting my head, I angled myself along her cheek, where I dragged my tongue along the small cuts and marks on my way down to her succulent neck. Shivers vibrated down my body with my groan of delight at the taste of her mixed with blood on my tastebuds. "I can't get enough of you, baby," I whispered hotly against her neck before kissing a trail down to the swell of her small breasts.

"Good," Nicole chuckled breathlessly. "Don't forget who you belong to at the end of the day."

The sharp feeling of her nails raking against my bare back after she slipped her hand under my shirt had me hissing and cussing in Russian under my breath. "Well, your crazy ass fucking tattooed me," I remarked with a roll of my eyes.

A harsh jerk of my head pulled a soft gasp from me, and I felt myself lowering until Nicole's smug face loomed over me. "That's because you need something permanent to remind you who owns you." Then, I felt my body fall to its knees with a firm shove from Nicole. "You needed me to get through to your thick skull. Otherwise, you wouldn't have gone on that stupid date with that spoiled billionaire brat who can't tell her left from her right."

I was probably in no position to be a smart-ass, but I wasn't known to be the brightest bulb in the shed. "Oh? Hennie? I thought she was rather sweet and willing to do whatever I wanted. Hot too, especially with—" My words were cut off from my head slamming into the edge of the table.

Nicole's glaring eyes grew close as she lowered herself. "Don't you ever dare say another girl's name while you are in my presence." Lifting her leg, she pressed her foot against my chest. "You are mine. You have my mark etched into your body, so you belong to me. I am the only woman you are allowed to see, speak, and think about." Her grip on the back of my hair tightened painfully, making me wince slightly. "Am I understood?"

Whatever stubbornness and arrogance I had in my body disappeared at the authoritative gleam in her darkened brown eyes. "Yes, zhizn moya ."

What the fuck is wrong with me?

"Good boy," Nicole praised with a proud smile, her hand releasing me to pet my head. "Now, here's what's gonna happen." Her finger trailed along my jawline, scratching at my beard. "We're going to make out some more, then we're going to finish smashing shit before heading out to dinner, alright?"

Letting out a deep sigh, I nodded in response as I relaxed into her touch. "Yes, darling." Cupping her hand, I pressed a kiss against her palm before standing up and grabbing her face to kiss her heavily.

Of course, I wasn't satisfied with just kissing her and tasting every inch of her mouth. I needed more. "Let me taste you, please," I begged against her lips with a needy groan.

Giggling deeply, she looked up at me with cheeky eyes. "Am I going to have to teach you how to pleasure a woman as well?" She teased.

Rolling my eyes, I reached out and poked her forehead. "I know how to please a woman. I might be an idiot, but I'm not that clueless." Besides, I had a reputation to hold up, especially back in high school.

Getting back down on my knees, I quickly worked her jeans and panties off in my eagerness. The sight of her bare cunt made my mouth water so much that I was sure I had become a drooling idiot before her. With her pants pooled around her ankles, I spread her knees apart while scooting her to the edge of the table.

Throwing her legs over my shoulders, I hooked my arms around her thighs and held her firm against me before peppering kisses along her inner thighs to her glistening cunt. The fact she was mere inches from me, paired with her intoxicating scent invading my system, drove me up the wall.

A part of me wanted to dive in and eat her out like she was my first meal in forever, but the other part wanted to enjoy this precious moment she had allowed me. Unable to decide, I let my instincts take over as I sealed my mouth around her juicy cunt and licked every inch of her from her clit down to her ass.

Fuck me.

Letting my eyes flutter close, I savored her sweet, salty, tangy taste as I lapped at her like a thirsty dog. Scratch that; I was a thirsty dog. But only because it was Nicole. I'd never be caught dead doing something like this with another woman. Only Nicole had the privilege of bossing me around because I let her. It wasn't because I liked it or anything. No, definitely not that.

She's had it rough, so the least I could do was spoil her a little by letting her have some fun. I mean, not like anyone else would know about this happening between us. Nicole didn't have anyone she talked to, and I certainly wasn't about to blabber my mouth to my brothers about this.

"Fuck. Shit. That's it, Lev. Oh, that feels amazing," Nicole moaned happily with a contagious grin as her hands fondled her breasts. "Shit, I didn't think it would be this good." Her reluctant hips slowly became smooth in rhythm the more she bucked against my face.

A witty remark had me smirking as I licked her teasingly, making her whimper and whine a little. "Lev, don't tease me, please. I'm so close," she said through her heavy breaths, reaching a hand down to grab the top of my head and shove me back against her. "Eat me out until your face is soaked with my cum," she commanded in a rather dominant voice, making me shudder.

Peering up at her, I couldn't help the zap of pleasure from shooting down my spine to my aching cock when I saw her smug smirk. Then, like an obedient mutt, I complied. My tongue pressed and lashed against her swollen clit while my mouth groaned against her to give her some stimulation from the vibrations.

I buried my face into her, moving my head from side to side as I slid the pad of my tongue against her clit while dipping the tip into her entrance. Shifting my mouth down, I pressed my nose against her throbbing clit while I worked more of my tongue in and out of her tight walls with a hungry need.

"Oh, my G—ah!" I didn't let her finish that sentence with a hard slap to her ass that had her squealing. "Fuck, do that again, that hurt so good." She wasn't begging or asking—she was telling.

The sounds of my hand meeting her plush ass cheeks joined the rest of our lewd sounds that filled the room. It only took a few spanks for her to crack under all the stimulations, filling the room with her sweet moans and screams.

I should have taken some mercy on her and pulled away when I felt her hips buck away, but the constant flow of her juices made me press on for more.

"Oh fuckfuckfuck, it's too much, but fuck. Fuck, I want you to stop, but I also don't. My—fuck!" Her body fell back flat against the desk, and her body went rigid while her mouth hung open in a silent scream.

Concern immediately flooded my body, and I would've pulled away if it wasn't for the feeling of something spraying and drenching my face. Granted, I should have eased up a little, but seeing Nicole's squirting body spasm with pleasure while her eyes rolled to the back of her head was too much of a divine sight to stop.

Biting my bottom lip, I let out a deep groaning as I vigorously rubbed her clit with my hand to keep her on that edge of mind-shattering pleasure. "Fuck, that's it, zhizn moya , don't stop." I only pulled my hand away to deliver a few slaps to her twitching cunt, making her moan and gush with each impact. "Come on, one more for me," I practically begged as I put my mouth and tongue back to work, pushing her until her body tensed under me one last time and her rush of juices filled my eager mouth.

"Oh, fuck…" Nicole's body shook with her sob as she came crashing down.

Quickly, I stood up and grabbed her. Holding her tightly, I stroked her hair while whispering sweet nothings to her in Russian. "Thank you." I pressed a tender kiss against her forehead.

Once she felt steady, I let go to put her back together. "God, you're going to make it impossible for me to get rid of you if that's what you can do." Nicole chuckled dryly with a lopsided smile.

"Then don't get rid of me," I quickly remarked, holding back the wince that wounded my heart.

Giggling, Nicole scratched the back of my head, making me groan internally and roll my eyes. "Well, you're certainly going to make it impossible," she teased. "I just… Things are kind of complicated with me right now, and I don't want to drag you into my mess." A tired sigh dragged out of her slumping shoulders.

"Does it have to do with your parents?" Probably a stupid question, but I had to make sure.

Nicole chuckled dryly and nodded her head before flashing me a flat smile. "But it's my mess to deal with, so don't try to butt in." Her voice hardened a little, but I could hear the exhaustion behind it.

"No." Cupping her face, I looked at her tenderly and smiled defiantly. "Your problems are mine too, zhizn moya ."

Pressing my lips against hers, I held the passionate kiss for a while before breaking it with a deep breath. "We'll make it through everything together." Kissing her forehead, I kept my lips against her for a few seconds as I breathed in her citrusy and earthy scent of wood and fresh soil.

"I will take care of you, Nicole."