"Someone's getting rich already," Ilay teased.

I smiled staring at the money in the coded account Ilay's team created for me to receive the emotional compensation. After they apologized and begged me to forgive them, I did so but kicked Irina out of the house for good. She was never to set foot here as long as I was around.

She could move back in when the contract was over, I didn't care. Or so I told myself.

Irina's family wasn't a mafia organization. However, they had ties with the underworld like most businesses did.
Their fear was mostly coming from the secrets Ilay held, making them submit unwillingly because a simple leak could have their company and their sweat burned down to ashes and smoke.

"Hmm... Maybe u should set up my own little organization," I joked throwing my back on the couch, my legs in the air.
I had never possessed so much money, it almost felt surreal.

"With that little money?"

Oh, right? Fifty million was like pocket change to someone like Ilay.
Even though he was yet to ascend to being the current Czar, he still received monthly allowances as the heir. Not forgetting that he had some shares in Blaze Coorp which he had purchased years ago.

"It's not little to me. I talked big before because I wanted to Milan them some more."
I rolled to lie on my tummy, my eyes falling on a calm Ilay who had just lit a cigar.
"By the way, what did the letter from yesterday say? Had Ghost Skull actually-"

He puffed out, resting his head on the back of the couch and closing his eyes.
Fuck! Why did he look so hot even when smoking?
"Yes, they did."

I quickly sat up, my heart beginning to thump a little harder. "And? What did they say?"

"Nothing important. Just invited you to some annual party." He opened his eyes and they immediately diced into mine. "Do you want to go?"

"Um... Should I go? I have no idea what to do at such a party. I'm just finding my footing in the academy," I answered honestly and his gaze abandoned me.
A frown ate its way out from the weird feeling aroused by his lack of attention.

He hadn't touched me since we had our first sex. But at least he hadn't brought any slut or asked me to please his brothers. Yet they weren't letting me have a peaceful day, especially Milan.
Why was he determined to date me?
Even though his marriage was like mine, or maybe worse, he still couldn't come after me knowing his brother's madness.

What if Ilay decided to cut off Milan's cock? Would I be to blame?

"About that, don't go to school without me."

"Why?"

"Because you have a target on your back."

My eyes grew larger as shock shot through my whole body. Someone was...after me!
But I didn't have any enemies in Russia, or even in my country. So who could possibly be after me?
"Ho-how? I haven't done..." My words faded seeing the evil smirk on Ilay's beautiful face. "Are you behind this?" I questioned frowning furiously.

He exhaled a small cloud of smoke grinning maniacally. "Of course. A hundred million dollars for any successful attack."

A lump instantly blocked my throat as some wetness formed behind my eyes.
Had I gotten too comfortable with Ilay's warmth that I had forgotten just how cold his soul was? How could I forget that I was still a toy he brought home to amuse him? A toy he could fuck, pass on to his brothers, and then hire people to try and kill.

"Don't give me that look, Kelly. Or are you trying to turn me on because it's working?"

I ignored him, and looked away, not to show the tears about to roll out.
"Are you mad because of what I've done?" He asked, and once more, I ignored him.

My thoughts overlapped as I tried to find a reason he would put a price on my head and then ask me not to go out without him. This was not a ploy to have me fall for him cause if it was, he'd not have revealed to me that he was behind the coming assassinations.
So what game was he playing?

Before I could find a reasonable answer, a large hand slipped in my hair. As I turned my gaze to check who it was, a hot, hard piece of meat was side-pressed on my mouth. "Distracted while I'm talking to you. Aah! That makes me so fucking mad and so damn horny. Now suck!" He ordered glaring down at me like I was a mere ant he could trample on.

I glared back even though fully aware that he'd find a way to make me obey him.

Tossing his cigar on the table, Ilay's free hand came straight to my nose and pressed it shut with his fingers.
'Hold your breath, Kally. He'll get bored and leave,' I told myself, or, lied to myself.

A minute of me glaring at him and him smirking down at me passed by. And as the second was about to fade like the first, my lungs began throwing tantrums, demanding air.

Like a fish, my mouth flew open, and my strong resistance crashed by Ilay's smugness.
And like the horny psycho he was, he immediately pushed his cock in my mouth before I could gasp for enough air.
He moaned sounding quite satisfied with the outcome. "If you dare bite it, I'll pull out your teeth one after the other," I remembered this threat from when we got together and it still terrified me now more than before. Why? Because I had watched him pull out someone's teeth, and her screams had been heart-wrenching.

"Yeeeees! That's a good girl," he moaned shoving his thick cock deeper in my mouth and rocking back and forth, his fingers still clamping my nose to open up my throat.

It was torture, made tears flood my eyes, and yet, I was very much turned on.

After a few thrusts, Ilay released my nose but the hand in my hair remained. "Move on your own. You've already mastered what I like by now." He patted my head smiling down at my scowl. "Damn! You look fucking sexy when you're mad at me. I should find ways to annoy you more 'cause-" I pushed my mouth down to his base, taking in his full length down my throat to shut him up. "-graaah! Fuck! Fuck! Shit!" Ilay groaned out, unconcerned whether the servants or anyone else heard him.

His dominance over me, over the entire house, and powerful organizations out there was such a turn-on. I just couldn't help it, I was now a sucker for power. And Ilay was the epitome of that very power plus a lot of wealth.
If sucking his cock would give me the best of both, then I had no complaints. But it didn't mean I'd easily obey him. He liked some resistance to make the game interesting.

"...go after her." I heard Ilay speak but through strained and annoyed tones.

"I don't really care about her. I just wanted to confirm if the decision was indeed from you." Luka's voice?
He was in the living room with us? Watching us. Hearing us.

I pulled my head back, gasping deeply for air, but also searched for Luka, who I hadn't seen for a few days.
He was standing by the door that led to the staircase with a tight frown as he glared at us.
"Who allowed you to take it out?" Ilay questioned as he pulled my head forward, pushing his cock back in my mouth.

I immediately gagged but quickly relaxed my throat to open it up.

He was still looking at me. The brat was even getting hard under his pants.