Page 11 of Cookie: Part One
“Connie, are you alright?” Pyper asks, brushing hair from my face.
“Yeah, I’m good…” I murmur.
“Are you sure? Vee can get ze doctor.” Alik pouts, placing his hand on my cheek, and I lean into his cool, soft palm, sighing.
“I’m fine. I just had a nightmare that I fu—”Fucked… no I mean, got slutted out by your cousins… and two of them were engaged and it was spectacular…
“Zhat you vhat, exactly?” a voice cuts through, and my necksnapsas I whip my head around so fast I swear I crack a damn vertebra. And lo and got damn mother fucking behold!It wasn’t a nightmare.
There he is… Mr. Head Huncho and expert Pipe Slanga Misha himself, the man who just rearranged my uterus and intestines like they was IKEA furniture! How are he and his two pretty-ass underlings, Nadya and Dimitri, better known as, Ms. Pussy Monster and Mr. Munch, in my presence right now!?
I shake my head hard and pinch myself, trying to see if I’ll wake up from this nightmare because this can’t be fucking life right now, but it is. Even as I pinch myself hard enough to bruise, they are still in front of me and right next to Pyper, looking just as sinful and delicious as last night.
My pussy quivers and wetness pools into my panties, forcing me to gulp for air and pinch harder.
“Connie, stop. You’re going to hurt yourself!” Alik looks at me incredulously, but I keep pinching because I need to wake up…I need to!
“Connie!” Pyper sounds out. “You vi?—”
“Stop.” The word is low yet final, and it sends my heart skipping. Even though I want to keep pinching, my hand lets go by itself, making my body feel like I have no will of my own, and I look up, meeting Misha’s cold, grey eyes that flash. My body instinctively wants to lean into him, but I hold myself back.
Like literally, Iforcemyself back against Alik, needing something… someone to stop the pull I feel toward that man. When Alik wraps his arms around my waist, I, with all the effort in the world, drag my eyes from Misha to Alik’s, who cups my face.
“You’re hot, Connie,” he whispers. “I’ll get you more elix… I mean, the medicine,” he adds, and I lay my head on his chest, heart racing.
“I…” I try to speak, but the words just choke in my throat, fucking lost when I glance back over and see Misha, who’s face is still as marble, but those eyes… I can read this man like a fucking book.Anger, amusement… possession.My pussy quivers at it, and I look away.
Last night was supposed to be my fuck fest… the one night stand of a lifetime with people who had the libido of bunnies but the stamina of an antechinus. I just wanted to be slutted the fuck out without having to wake up and have small talk and go on coffee dates or dear God…bond!
I wanted that no strings attached type energy, and the Red Collar event was so supposed to give me that, so why lord? Why have you forsaken me? Have I not been a good girl one fourth of the year? So why are you being so stingy with your blessings?
“Mikhail, vhy did you even come here?” Pyper snaps, eyes narrowed like she’s ready to fight. “You’re not zee type who gives care about ozhers,” she accuses. “Da, I understand Nadya andDimitri… they’re sveethearts. You, however?” She glares at him and crosses her arms. “You can leave,” she growls with finality.
But Mikhail just smirks, his eyes still on me.
“Vhat’s vrong vit me checking on ze leetlePechenye?”
The second he says it, my nipples go painfully hard like theyrememberthat fucking nickname. My legs clench on reflex, and I bend forward, biting my lip to stop a moan. My heart races, and my vision blurs for just a second. Suddenly, I can see him gripping my ass while he brutally fucks me while Nadya wreaks havoc, sucking on my nipples so hard they have kiss marks all over while Dimitri fucks her just as hard.“Da Pechenye… take zhis dick like zee slut you are…”I shudder, stomach tightening, panting when Alik’s hand grazes my back.
“Breathe, Connie,” Pyper voices while Alik rubs my back, but I hear footsteps that stop near the bed and as I inhale, a scent wafts into my nose, making me shudder and my clit harden…I’d know it from anywhere.I peek up to see Nadya smiling down at me.
“Are you zhat unvell, Pechenye?” she asks and I glance over to see Dimitri next to me.
“Da, tell us vhat you need and vee vill help you feel better.” Dimitri smooths a two strand twist out of my face and I swallow, trapped. When I glance up I see that bastard Misha smiling. Literally, his face islit up like a damn Christmas tree.
“Aww, Pechenye, look at how pretty you look between zhem. You look like youbelong.Da, just perfect.” Misha pulls out his phone, taking a picture, and my stomach drops.
“Ew, don’t give our bestie a nickname!” Pyper tells him, lip curling in disgust. “Da, it suits her adorableness, but I don’t like it coming from you, right Alik?!” Pyper mutters, and Mikhail’s mouth opens, probably ready to say something equally smug that’ll ruin my life further, but the doors swing open, and I light up when I see Grandpa Viktor.
I smile, genuinely having missed him, but even as I take him in, it would be hard to believe this man is in his eighties. He quite literally has to be the most handsome old man on planet earth! Tall as hell… about the same height as Misha, I mean Mikhail, but unlike that big mother fucker built like the mountains in front of this house, who is all swagger and devilish charm, Grandpa Viktor is regal, cool and collected with an old school mafia boss kind of powerful air about him.
If someone saw him, they would be scared I’m sure, but in reality he’s a gentle giant and a gentleman who wouldn’t hurt a fly. I adore him beyond reason.
No one looking at him would assume he’s a day over forty, maybe even late thirties. Looking from him to his family, I almost want to curse out God. It’s not fair for all of them to be this fine.Good God, this family hasstupid good genes, and I’m not talking denim.
As he steps into the room, it’s like everyone goes still and all of them bow, including Pyper and Alik.
“Dobryy den’, Pakhan. Dom stoit krepko pod tvoyey ten’yu.(Good afternoon, Pakhan. The house stands strong under your shadow.)”They bow and say in unison, shocking the hell out of me.
