Page 20
Adrik
“It’s a pity the rabbit didn't gauge his eye out,”
I said to Viktor as we reached the final step.
“I should have gotten there faster,”
Viktor growled before punching Díma in the gut. He began to bend over, but Viktor pulled Díma’s gun from his waistband and pointed it to his head. “Move.”
I let them leave but agreed with his sentiment. We both should have been there before he touched her. With Bunny rummaging through my closet, it might have saved her life because it took Díma a little longer to find her.
Viktor made sure she was seen and heard when he called her rabbit. We watched and waited with the cameras set up, using Ania as our bait. Díma hadn’t been able to resist—his one chance to eliminate the one person who might have identified him.
The meeting was kept brief, and Gavriil was shocked by the news of Díma’s deceit. Pyotr and the rest were solemn but silent. I stared at the faces of the men before I spoke.
“As a child recruit, I know the hell Yuri put some of us through. There is a reason why there is an age limit for any new members. I increased the pay through the ranking to ensure equality. Being part of the Bratva is sacred. If you don't like how I run shit, join another organisation.
Gavriil stood up. “Yuri Velichko was a traitor to the brotherhood. I am always with you, Batushka,”
he said, slapping his right hand over his chest.
The rest of the men nodded, and Pyotr glanced at me. We didn't need to acknowledge the past, but we killed many men within the organisation when I took over. Yuri Velichko might not have participated, but he damn well knew what took place.
After a brief rundown of recent events, I ended the meeting. Gavriil stayed behind and joined me for a drink.
“Did you suspect me?”
“I suspected everyone, but you should get help for your porn addiction,”
I said before having my much-needed drink. Bunny did a good job searching everyone’s devices.
He smirked and shrugged his shoulders. “It’s difficult to keep a steady relationship.”
I thought of my hacker bunny and her new tattoo. It was difficult to maintain a normal relationship while being part of the Bratva, but normal relationships were overrated.
***
When Viktor didn't come back to the house, I knew he was making Díma comfortable. Sergei nodded and opened the door for me. Once in the outbuilding, I followed the screams. Díma was tied to the same wooden chair as the Krolik had been in. After an initial assessment, he was intact, minus some fingernails and a swollen face.
“Díma, was it worth it?”
“Yes, you killed my cousin,”
he spat out.
I glanced at Viktor. “Boris Pankov.”
“He deserved to die along with the others,”
I said with a smile. “You will join him soon enough. Find out how he intended to use the information and if he has leaked any current information he had access to.”
Viktor raised an eyebrow. “You're not staying?”
“I have a naughty Bunny to attend to,”
I said, ignoring his smirk. “Set up a doctor’s appointment for him in eight days.”
“Da, Pakhan.”
If he lasted that long in the cells, I thought of how Bunny survived. At the time, I was furious at her refusal to work for me. She should have broken by the second or at least the third day at a stretch. I couldn't deny that she was stronger than many men who’d been in the cell. But was she strong enough to survive my abject cruelty?
***
She lay curled up in my bed when I returned to my bedroom. I removed my jacket to lay it on the ottoman and worked on my shirt as I watched the sleeping bunny. Rather than wake her up, I took a shower and lay beside her, wondering what made her different and why the question persisted. I fell asleep clutching the handle of my dagger, dreaming of killing the men who once tortured me. Only this time, they had Bunny in their grip.
***
Soft, hot, and floral is what I awakened to. Somehow, throughout the night, we ended up in the middle of my bed. I was about to move back, but with her body pressed against mine, my dick had other ideas. There was enough light coming through the windows to allow me to see her new tattoo once she was on her belly. I reached out to grab the lube and wipes from the nightstand before I eased her onto her stomach.
The dark covers were a contrast to her smooth, lily-white skin. I peeled them down to uncover my name before seeing the rest. There was nothing artificial about how she took pleasure in cumming while in pain. I eased her fluffy white tail out of her asshole as she began to wake up. I knelt over her thighs, lubricating my dick. “Dobroye utro, pain slut,”
I whispered. Good morning.
I parted her ass cheeks, staring at her asshole before admiring the tattoo artist's work. Each word was perfect and just how I’d imagined.
“Good morning, Master,”
she said, her voice low and husky from her slumber.
I reached to take her hands and placed them on her ass. She immediately spread her ass for me. I leaned down and moved her hair away from her face.
“Don't worry, little pain slut, I didn't use too much lube,”
I whispered in her ear, smiling when her breath hitched.
I sat up on my knees and rubbed my cock over her asshole, tracing the tip over it before grazing its length back and forth, teasing her.
“Spread them wider, stretch that little fuck hole open for me, Bunny,”
I said, lifting my dick up to see her fingers inch forward and pull her skin back. “Yeah, show me how much you need it. Let me see that hole.”
She groaned and pulled harder until I pressed the tip of my cock against her asshole, which looked like a target. The head slipped in with ease, but I moved it in and out, loosening her hole. It felt so damn good.
“Oh, yes, Master. Please, give it to me. Fuck my ass, Master,”
she panted, pulling her flesh back until her asshole opened some more.
“Damn, my Bunny is hungry this morning,”
I murmured before lazily thrusting forward, screwing more of my dick inside of her.
She groaned and pressed her face into the pillows. I knew what she needed—what we both needed. I yanked her up onto her knees, standing up to slap her ass. When an immediate pink handprint was left on it, I smacked it until it became flushed with colour before doing the same to the other side.
“Spread your asshole again, Bunny,”
I said with my eyes on her tattoo. “Show me how much you want me to make it hurt.”
She reached back and pulled herself open for me again. Her hands were a lovely contrast to her reddened ass cheeks.
“That’s it, Bunny. Hold that hole open for me, and I will feed it,”
I said as her asshole opened up.
I crouched down, aiming my cock into the centre of her hole, and started to slide into her. She pulled herself open wider, allowing the thick girth to sink deeper.
“Ohhh…Master, Master, Master,”
she began singing.
I didn't stop this time, slamming into her until I almost hit her hands. I leaned over her to grip the headboard before I began to saw in and out of her with my length while she held herself open for me. She raised her asshole up, offering it to me like a filthy ass slut.
I started to stab into her gaping asshole, smacking against her hands with each deep thrust until she was wailing.
“Thank you, Master. Thank you for fucking me in the ass,”
she cried, and I closed my eyes, trying to stop myself from cumming from her words.
I pushed her hands away and stared at her dark brown and red hair spread across the pillows as she moaned from being fucked. When I glanced down, I noticed it was a straight line going into her ass. I gripped the bed and rammed into her smacking her ass until she grunted.
Her ass stayed upright as I pounded into her with ease. With each hard thrust, she grunted, moaned and cried, but I didn't stop slapping my pelvis against her.
“O Bozhe moi,”
she cried out and started to spasm around me. Oh my God.
I held myself inside her until she was done before I resumed fucking her. There was no resistance left in her asshole, and I plunged as deep as I wanted as I fucked her.
“Good little fuck hole,”
I growled as I felt my balls grow taut, and I slammed down into her destroyed open hole. “My. Fucking. Asshole. MINE.”
I came long and hard, holding onto the wall and bed as I rocked my dick inside her while ensuring she took every last drop of my seed. When she moved her head, it assured me that I hadn’t fucked her to death.
“Your little ass sure can take a pounding, Bunny,”
I said, suddenly feeling drained.
I moved her hair away from her face again, but this time, there was a strange sensation inside me when she smiled. I frowned but shrugged it off, glad she had her eyes closed.
“Thank you, Master,”
she said with a giggle.
I smiled at the childish sound and pulled myself out of her to get her tail. After cleaning it down with a wipe, I pushed it into her asshole, which still had a slight gape left in it.
“There, now you look like my Bunny again,”
I said, brushing my fingertips over my name on her back.
I left to wash up in the bathroom, and she was under the covers facing me when I returned. Her eyes roved over me to look at my swinging dick as I walked to the bed.
“Get your mind out of the gutter, Bunny. We are going back to sleep,”
I said with a yawn. “I've created a monster,”
I said, climbing into bed.
“How do you know there wasn't one already there?”
she asked softly as I laid my head on the pillow.
I turned to look at her, but she had a distant look in her eyes. Wherever she was, it wasn't with me, and I didn't like it. I pulled her toward me, and she glanced at me in shock.
“I’m the only monster you should worry about,”
I said, placing my arm around her waist.