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  “I always did like doing things the hard way.” He grins. I decide to end this conversation. I don’t have time to flirt with my prisoner. Kicking him in the gut, then, while still holding his hair in my fist, I pull him so his ear is close to my lips.

  “I’ll be back, and I’ll show you just how hard this can be,” I say sinking my teeth into the lobe. He groans at the feel of it and I throw him back on the cold stone floor. His hands are chained behind his back, so they are unable to reach out and stop his momentum before he crashes to the floor. I straighten my suit jacket before making my way back up the stairs. I have a motorcycle club president to scare the piss out of.

  “Dimitri!” I roar. The man comes scuttling into the room ready to do my bidding. He’s a smart man especially considering how angry I am. “Where is Benny?”

  “Conference room, sir.” He keeps his head down in a submissive pose as he speaks, and my grin grows. At least someone knows their place.

  “Good. Make sure we’re not disturbed.” I make my way to the conference room at a leisurely pace. Benny will wait. He doesn’t have a choice.

  I raise an eyebrow at Benny who is lounging in one of my club chairs with his feet on the table as if nothing is wrong, but I can see the small amount of sweat collecting on his brow. “We took a chance on your club.” I attempt to keep my voice calm. I don’t want to show all my cards just yet.

  “And we’re grateful for it,” he says giving me a strange look.

  “Are you? Your people have a funny way of showing it.” He really looks nervous now. I want to chuckle. I love playing with my prey.

  “I-I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he stammers.

  “See, I think you do. You’d be wise not to lie to an extremely pissed off Russian.” I raise an eyebrow subtly patting my side where my handgun sits against my hip. The movement is not lost on him. I always have a gun on me, even though they aren’t really my style. I’m more well known for my skills with a blade. “Where are my drugs?” I growl leaning over the table glaring at the mongrel before me.

  “What are you talking about?” Beads of sweat roll down his face in rivulets. “Scar said… shit.” His eyes grow wide. “They didn’t make the drop? Where’s JR?”

  “In the basement, where he will stay.” I shrug uncaring that he’s starting to sputter at my words.

  “I need him to tell me what he did. Why would Scar lie? Unless….”

  “Yes, this whole thing smells foul,” I say thoughtfully. Something isn’t adding up, and I will get it out of Jacoby. “You have forty-eight hours to get my drugs or my money back to me. If you fail… well let’s make sure you don’t fail.” My patronizing smile flashes at him as I turn and leave the room hoping that I just scared him enough to get him to move his ass and get me my money.

  Chapter 3

  JR

  Holy hell, did that just happen?

  I struggle to right myself, the chains rattling and rubbing painfully around my wrists. I’m pretty banged up from all the manhandling the Belikov goons did to get me here. Dull aches are blossoming all over my body, but nothing compares to the pain in my balls.

  I didn’t know what was going to happen when I woke chained in this basement, but it sure the hell didn’t cross my mind that I would be shoved around by a Russian drug lord with the face of a male model. I also didn’t expect to like it.

  Not just like it, but my body seemed to stand at attention the moment I spied him on the stairs. Chained in a dirty fucking basement, with nothing but what looks like pain implements hanging on the wall and a metal table, my dick decided it wanted to play.

  Recalling his promise to do things the hard way and the feel of his teeth, the traitorous appendage pulses, seeking relief. Is this how he tortures his victims? Denial of sexual satisfaction until you give in to what he wants? Surely, I am going to die a very slow death considering I don’t have his fucking drugs.

  The thought of the coke we were supposed to deliver reminds me of Scar. Where is he? Is he chained in another room? Fuck, this is not good.

  I manage to right myself and drag my ass inch by inch until I am leaning against the damp brick wall. My erection has finally waned, and the chill of the room is beginning to seep into my body.

  Why did I fall asleep completely naked? And now I’m thinking about my nude body against a Russian who brings about reactions and thoughts I shouldn’t be having, not in this situation.

  The basement door opens with a loud bang, bouncing off the wall. Heavy footsteps sound from the same goon from the motel. He’s carrying a plate that he sets in front of me along with a bottle of water.

  A grilled cheese sandwich. How kindergarten of them.

  I want to refuse to eat, but I’m sure that won’t go over well. My body doesn’t crave the violence from him like it does from Belikov. I wait for him to unchain my hands but he doesn’t make a move toward me, just smirks.

  “Can’t eat with my hands behind my back.” I lift my hands, shrugging my shoulders with the movement and sending a sharp pain down my left arm.

  Goddamn that fucking hurt!

  “If you are hungry, you will eat.” The goon’s accent is thick and barely understandable. His smirk stays in place as he pulls a metal folding chair from beneath the stairs and sits. “You eat. I wait.”

  I think again about refusing, but my stomach rebels at that thought, grumbling loudly. Bending over as far as my chains allow, my mouth barely reaches the sandwich. I use my teeth to grip it lightly so I don’t tear it and end up with only a bite, dragging it closer to my body and onto the the filthy floor.

  I chomp and devour the meal like a caged animal, while the fucking goon continues to watch. When I finish, he approaches and picks up the water. I watch his fingers untwist the cap, my mouth suddenly as dry as the fucking desert. When he takes a big gulp, I release a small sound of despair. He laughs, and it sounds just like every evil mobster from those films Scar loved to watch when we were younger.

  “Open mouth.”

  Before I can register the command, he dumps the water on my face. I try to gulp down as much as I can but end up sputtering most of it with the need to breathe.

  “Now shower.”

  He grabs my left arm and jerks me up. The pain is so intense I can’t move, can’t breathe, just squeeze my eyes shut so tight I see a rainbow of stars as he drags me up the stairs.

  Chapter 4

  Ruslan

  Sending Dimitri to feed and shower Jacoby has nothing to do with his comfort and everything to do with control. I stand in the shadows at the top of the stairs as I watch Dimitri carry out my orders. There was never any doubt that he would obey them to a “T” but I want to watch as Jacoby complies with the demands. When Dimitri pours the water down Jacoby’s face and I watch as he sputters and coughs as drops run down his chin to his bare chest, my cock hardens.

  “Now shower.” I hear Dimitri say and a smile lights up my face. The perfect opportunity to show my dominance.

  I follow behind them quietly as Dimitri shoves him toward the bathroom. I notice Jacoby wince as Dimitri squeezes his shoulder. I file that information away for later when the fun really begins. As I enter the bathroom, I remove my suit jacket, folding it over the counter and rolling my sleeves up to my elbows.

  I see Jacoby shiver as Dimitri blasts the cold water on him not bothering to let him remove his underwear. “Leave us,” I bark. Dimitri jumps as if I’ve startled him, but does as told and scurries from the bathroom, shutting the door firmly behind him. Jacoby’s eyes watch me as I move closer. I’m not sure if it’s fear or something else in his eyes as he glares at me. There is no heat behind it. “You like this, don’t you?” I wave a hand over my body. Jacoby nods. Good, no point in lying to me when I can see it written all over his face. My cock is painfully hard and I decide it’s time for some relief. “On your knees.” My thick accent becomes even thicker the more aroused I become. When he does nothing but drop to
his knees and await my instructions, my hands go to my belt unbuckling it and pulling the leather slowly from my slacks. His breath catches in his throat when I pull it out stroking once, twice, before stepping forward and grabbing a fistful of his hair.

  “Open,” I growl, shoving my cock down his throat. He gags and his eyes water as I start my punishing pace. Both my hands are in his hair pulling it roughly as I piston my hips. It only takes him a second to acclimate and stop gagging. I push harder and move faster. The feel of absolute control feels like heaven and has me coming like a river down his throat. This kid is the perfect submissive. Too bad I can’t keep him. As soon as I find my drugs, I’ll have to get rid of him. The thought has me pausing momentarily, but no matter, I’ll enjoy it while it lasts.

  Once my cock is sated, I close up my pants and walk out of the bathroom without a glance in Jacoby’s direction. Dimitri gives me an odd look I can’t really decipher but it looks a lot like jealousy, as I exit the room and make my way down the hall. “Hang him up by the hook for the night, Dimitri.” I never turn as I give the order. I hear Dimitri’s grunt of understanding and continue to my apartment above the club.

  *****

  Sitting in the living room going over numbers, my mind continues to wander to the kid in the basement. What happened? If he doesn’t know where the drugs are, then who does? I need to get the truth out of him. The door opens and I see Dimitri walk in with a seductive smile on his face. He’s built like a tank and nothing makes me feel more powerful than dominating someone so strong. He knows how much it turns me on when the stresses of the job get to me. I eye him up and down before going back to my paperwork pretending as if my cock hasn’t just suddenly stood at attention. Even though I just came down Jacoby’s throat mere hours ago, the prospect of a warm body to fuck savagely has me rock hard all over again. “Go to the bedroom and take off your clothes. Be ready when I come in,” I say not looking at him. I can hear his masculine groan as he makes his way to the bedroom.

  Moments go by before I walk into the room. Dimitri is on the bed on all fours completely naked and waiting for me. I smirk at the sight. I knew he wouldn’t disappoint. “I think I want to inflict some pain tonight,” I say knowing he will agree, but not really caring one way or another if he does.

  “Whatever you want, boss.” He groans as he feels my belt snap against his skin.

  “I knew you’d agree.”

  Chapter 5

  JR

  Ruslan is out the door before I even finish swallowing his seed. His goon Dimitri returns less than a minute later with a scowl firmly in place. He yanks me up, shoves me under the cold spray, and roughly washes my body.

  I want to credit his roughness as part of his goon mentality, but something tells me he’s being extra vicious with me, like he has some personal vendetta. The lovesick looks he gave Ruslan suggests he may not have liked his boss and—most likely—lover using me as a cum receptacle a few minutes ago.

  Once Dimitri determines I’m clean enough, he pulls me out of the shower by my still-bound hands. He doesn’t bother drying me off and I am returned to the basement.

  Instead of chaining me to the wall again, he stops near the metal table and pushes a button on the side. Whirring and clunking followed by heavy chains rattling has me looking around the sparse basement for the source. It’s not until a giant hook appears in front of me that I realize that the noise was from above.

  Dimitri has glee written all over his face, his smirk from earlier back. Whatever is about to happen has him excited, which means I am not going to enjoy what happens next.

  Another push of a button and the hook sways to a stop. My hands are jerked up and attached to the hook. Another press of a button and the chains in the ceiling retreat, pulling my arms above me and stretching my muscles taunt. The pain in my left shoulder feels like flames and a million needle pricks, the intensity increasing with every pull until I am on the tips of my toes.

  Dimitri hits stop as soon as my toes leave the ground. The weight of my body adds to the agony burning through my shoulder with no way to ease it.

  “Enjoy. I have things to take care of. Good night.” He strokes his hand over his groin and his erection is obvious, as is his meaning of what he needs to take care of.

  I could fucking care less if he is going to fuck Ruslan or get fucked. I’m stuck on his last words, “Good night,” and what they mean—hours of strain on my already tormented and abused shoulder.

  ******

  I don’t know how long I hang there before I hear the click of the door opening again. Long enough that the pain has receded, and an aching numbness has taken its place. The wetness from the shower has long since dried and violent shivers cause my body to swing from the chain.

  “Look at you.”

  My head jerks up at the words and my eyes lock with the deep brown, almost black of Ruslan’s. Immediately, despite what should be considered pain and humiliation that I have endured at his hands, my cock takes notice. My blood flows to my groin, swelling the traitor to almost bursting. My mind replays the way he forced himself into my mouth. My body remembers the euphoric wave that rolled over me at his tight grip in my hair.

  “You want to play? Are you remembering earlier?” The glint in his eyes and smug smile on his lips tell me I don’t need to answer. He already knows. He knows the effect he has on me and it delights him to use it against me.

  He takes a few more steps until he is directly in front of me, only a hair’s breadth between us. Then, he runs the back of his fingers down my length and grips my sac, squeezing and twisting.

  “Dimitri.”

  My brows scrunch in confusion. When the goon appears at Ruslan’s side, I feel the hatred seething from his eyes, and realize that he must have followed Ruslan into the room like the puppy he is. The thought of him watching the interaction that just took place makes me grin. He may be Ruslan’s plaything but I’m the one who has his attention now.

  Ruslan releases his hold and gives a harsh tug on my pubic hair, bringing my attention back to him.

  “This,” he gives another tug, “will not do. Dimitri, please bring my shaving kit. Then stand guard outside the door.”

  “But, sir—” Dimitri’s rebuttal is cut off by Ruslan’s authoritative “Now” and he hurries to do his boss’ bidding while I’m left to wonder what the hell I’ve gotten myself into.

  Chapter 6

  Ruslan

  I can see the heat in his eyes as I squeeze his balls in my hand. This isn’t all play. I need to find out where my drugs are. I lower the hook just enough so his feet are firmly on the ground and Jacoby sighs in relief. He won’t be feeling relief for long.

  “Where are my drugs?” I try again, hoping he’ll tell me after the night of torture he just endured.

  “I don’t know,” he grits out. My hand snaps out and I run a lazy finger down his shaft. His eyes close briefly.

  “Your president gave you to me to do with as I please. I will get it out of you. Maybe I’ll make you my sex slave to pay off the debt, da?” I wrap my hand around him stroking him. He tilts his head back groaning. A door slams and Dimitri comes stomping into the room with my shaving kit, dropping it on the table and then returning to his spot outside the door where I told him to wait.

  “Who was with you when you failed to make the drop?” I pick up my straight razor from the table and slowly caress it down his face. “You know you have to be skilled to use this type of razor. Very sharp.” I dig the point into his skin just enough so a trickle of blood runs down his cheek. I take a step closer so we’re chest to chest and hear his breathing catch. My tongue darts out, licking the drop of blood from his face before whispering close to his ear. “Do you think I’m skilled enough not to cut your balls off while I shave you?”

  “I think you’re skilled enough, but it all depends on what you really want to do with that razor,” he breathes.

  “Da,” I say squeezing him again. “I contr
ol your pleasure and pain. Give me what I want and I give you pleasure.” I stroke him to punctuate my statement. “If you don’t, you get pain.” I trail the razor down his chest and abs leaving a thin scratch as I go.

  “Now, who was with you when you failed?” I ask again. I won’t ask a third time so he better answer. He takes long minutes and I start to get excited thinking he’ll refuse me when he speaks.

  “Scar. Scar was with me.” He looks shocked at his words like he hadn’t meant to say them. I hide my disappointment as I stroke him over and over. His breath comes out in shallow pants as I bring him to the brink and then step away from him. His head snaps forward and I can see the pure need in his eyes. Sexual torture is my favorite way to get what I want. I’ll rile him up until his need to come is so strong that he’ll tell me anything I want to know.

  “Where was he when they found you?” I ask kneeling down to start my task. I run the razor over his pubic hair and his whole body stiffens.

  “I-I don’t know,” he stammers, and I flick my wrist nicking the sensitive skin of his balls. He sucks in a startled breath.

  “Do not lie.”

  “I’m not lying. I was asleep. We got drunk the night before… shit.”

  Chapter 7

  JR

  Shit, shit, shit. Oh, fuck.

  I’m a fucking dead man. I may have just admitted who I was with last night, but I will never let a Belikov know what I just realized—Scar set me up.

  My fucking best friend used my attraction for him against me and if I had been the least bit sober, I would have seen his end game before it started. I even suspect that he not only got me naked and wasted, but roofied me to make sure things went his way. I want to laugh at the realization that he plied me with alcohol and drugs to get something I would have freely given.