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“What are you talking about?” I ask him, feeling agitated. I look over at Olivia as if she would know what’s going on, but she seems as dumbfounded as I do.
“My name isn’t Andy Pabliski, it is Andrei Sokolov, and I am thePakhanof the New York Bratva and CEO of LevCorp.” He says as if it isn’t the end of the world for me.
“What the fuck are you talking about? What is that? You’re the CEO?” I ask again, feeling like a broken record.
“Little bird, since the day I saw you, you have been mine, whether you have known about it or not. Whether you accept it yet or not.” He says, and with that, I turn around to walk out the door, but Ivan of all people steps in front of the door.
“What are you doing here, Ivan?” I question, now angry, but of course, he just remains quiet.
“You should listen to me, little bird,” Andy-Andrei says from behind me.
Turning back around, I finally notice another person in the room when they speak. “What the fuck is going on?” Theyask with a light Italian accent. They have short, bright purple hair, black yoga pants, and a neon pink shirt that cuts off at their belly button. Immediately, I loved them.
“What is going on is I am introducing my true self to my little bird, so sit down and be patient, Aless, until we need your services,” Andy-Andrei says. Looking at me, he says, “You were about to let someone else touch what’s mine. I don’t share, little bird, you should know this now.”
“I’m not yours And-Andrie, apparently, I don’t know you,” I tell him, thoroughly pissed off.
“Oh, yes, you are, little bird. I will make you see that you are mine. But back to your other question. I am thePakhanof the New York Bratva, meaning I am the head of the New York Bratva. I am also the CEO of LevCorp, where you work.” He explains, adding the end like I don’t know it myself, that I’m screwed.
“You lied to me,” I say, stating the obvious. “Now I’m out of a job because of your games!”
“I assure you, little bird, no games are being played here.”
“Stop calling me that! Only Andy got to call me that, and you’re obviously not him,Andrei.” I snap.
“Ivan, please escort Olivia home. I have everything from here.” Andrei says as if I didn’t say anything. I had all but forgotten about Olivia in my panic over the Andrei situation. “Now, little bird, you wanted your nipples pierced? If youwant them done by someone other than me, there is only one way that is happening, and that’s with my face buried between your thighs.” He growls.
Chapter 6
Andrei
She gasps at what I said, clearly taken aback by my blunt words. She isn’t used to this side of me yet, though she will have to get used to it. I get what I want, and I want her; she’ll come to learn this tonight.
When Mario told me where Ava was going tonight, I was pissed. The Italians own this. Though she may not know the implications of that, I was not going to allow her to be here alone. Much less, I am not going to let anyone else touch her unless I am pleasuring her, so she has a choice to make. I can pierce her nipples, or the professional can while I delve my tongue between her supple thighs. I know what my endgame for the night is, and if I have my way, that’s precisely what will happen.
“You’re crazy,” She says, sounding exasperated, though her face is flushed with unmistakable curiosity at my suggestion.
“That may be so, but you, my little bird, don’t realize the mess you’re in,” I tell her, not wanting to give her too much information so as not to scare her.
“I don’t need your permission to get my nipples pierced, Andrei.” She retorts to my veiled warning.
“Oh, my sweet little bird, you’ll find that you need me for a lot, now,” I reply. “But no, you don’t need my permission, but you do have a choice to make. I can pierce them, or the professional can pierce them while trying to stay very still as I eat that delicious cunt until you’re screaming my name.”
“Andrei.” She gasps my name, and it makes my cock twitch. I can tell she’s thinking about her options, especially when I see her thighs clench together. She’s aroused at the idea of cumming on my tongue while in front of the piercer. If they weren't openly gay, then this would never be an option.
“Fine.” She says. “I want my nipples pierced, and I didn’t come here for nothing.” And with that, she has sealed her fate for the night; there will be no changing her mind now.
“Glad you chose that route, it was my personal favorite,” I say. Looking at Aless, I say, “Lead us to the room.”
Entering the backroom of the tattoo parlor, Ava is nearly bouncing with what is probably nervous energy. She should be nervous; she’s only just found out who I really am, though she appears to be taking it really well.
“Lie down on the table, Ava,” I tell her. “I love that skirt you’re in tonight, it makes you easily accessible.” Her face flushes red.
Before lying down on the table, she reaches down and pulls her shirt over her head, and at the sight of her black lace bra, my dick gives a twitch in my suit pants.I wonder if she is wearing the matching set.When she removes her bra, I nearly cum in my pants at the sight of her breasts in the light.
As Aless gets ready for the process, I tell Ava, “Get ready to scream my name, little bird.”
“Which name should I scream? Andy or Andrei?” She retorts.
