Page 100 of Taken By My Grumpy Pakhan

A light hum started on her side of the line and it wasn’t lost on me how she didn’t have to move to retrieve it.

“Seems like I interrupted you.”

“I’m not complaining.” She didn’t deny the insinuation. Another nail to my coffin.

It marveled me how she was able to be both shy and sensual at the same time.

The hum increased, followed by a soft moan. “Kazimir…”

My blood turned to lava, rushing to my dick and blurring my vision.

My strokes came harsher. “Tell me how you feel, baby.”

“You feel so good.”

“Yeah?”

“I wish you were here instead.”

“We can fix that, but now I need you to go faster.”

The hum of her vibrator increased and I could make out the wet sounds of her fingers entering her pussy.

It was a heavenly combination that filled my ears and melted into my blood.

Genevieve’s moans became louder, her fingers moving faster and filling my speaker with wet, squishy sounds I wished were from my cock fucking her.

“I’m gonna cum,” she said at the same time I felt my balls tighten.

“Go for it.”

It took less than a second for her and two thrusts before I let out a low growl and she exploded into a muffled scream.

My cock throbbed in my palm, ropes of cum staining my sheets instead of filling her up.

It took longer before her breath slowed into deep, heavy breaths.

“Why do you have a vibrator, little bird?” I asked the question that’s been itching my brain.

“I wouldn’t need it if you stopped teasing me.”

The line died off before I could give a reply, drawing a throaty smile from me.

Typical.

“Kazimir,” Dimitri Russo, the new Don of the Cosa Nostra and a close friend of Nikolai, cut through whatever fog I’d been sitting in. “You’ve been somewhere else all night.”

“I’m here.”

“Your body’s here. The rest of you left an hour ago.” He leaned back, swirling the whiskey in his glass with the easy confidence of a man who’d never had to question his place in the world, and not the one who set his uncle on fire two days ago. “What is it? Business?”

“Business is fine.” It was. The Voss contract had closed favorably, the shipments through the eastern corridor were running clean, and the man who’d thought my absence in Moscow meant weakness was no longer in a position to think anything at all.

By every measure that should have mattered to me, the empire was running exactly as it should.

I still couldn’t focus on a single conversation happening at this table.

Dimitri nodded, choosing not to push further. I nursed my drink, telling myself if I stayed longer, the old me would return.