Red Reaper - Soldiers of Fortune [book one]

Chapter FORTY SIX

Konstantin Ivanov

I unlock the front door of my apartment with Lucky following me close behind.. Crossing to the living room I set her little pink suitcase down as she tosses the box of toys onto the coffee table, shrugging out of her fur coat as I sink down onto the sofa, fishing through my pockets for a cigarette..

“Meow..” As I strike a match, Lucky kneels down at my feet to rest her rosy cheek atop my knee, becoming feline in mannerism in another one of her attempts to seduce me.. She is persistent and impatient.. Two of my favourite things about her.. She is a woman who knows what it is she wants and though I will probably never never understand why, what she wants is me..

What an unbelievable fortune..

I know that I am the luckiest man alive, for some inexplicable reason and I am done questioning my deliverence..

She is so beautiful it blinds me to all rationale and reason.. She is so sweet and giving, her manner a stark contrast to the savage and selfish doctrine I have lived by since the day I fled Moscow.. Her glowing green eyes glitter with a serene kind of oceanic calm that soothes and smooths the rough edges of my soul and her lips pucker in a kissable pout that consumes my thoughts to the brink of my sanity..

I have dreamt of seeing her in this way for so long, since the very first time my gaze met with hers across a crowded room at the baby boy Paxton’s shower.. The guilt of those thoughts still heckle me from the chasm of my self loathing.. She had been only eighteen and while I tried with a faltering resolve to keep my distance from her over the following years, each time I saw her I did become a little more obsessed..

Every shy smile she’d thrown my way and every nervous giggle brought me closer to the inevitable moment at her sisters wedding where I would come to discover my feelings were returned..

I wasn’t alone in my desire.. And that made my fantasies of her even more dangerous.. I have ached to have her on her knees before me, I starve to taste her and I crave to witness as she loses herself to the animal caged within.. She was made for me, the most sensual kitten, playing the part of my pet so perfectly..

In the past other women had found my desires strange and unappealing.. So much so that I had learned the hard lesson to be careful when disclosing the true nature of my depravity.. I have been made to feel less than other men with far sicker perversions, pushed to the fringes of what was acceptable by those gold-digging Bratva whores who only wanted me to live up to a bloody and cruel reputation..

But I am simply an iron fist in velvet glove.. I have no desires for physical torture, to beat or bruise my submissive.. I prefer a gentle approach and I have learned that is not at all what is expected of me..

When some of those same women I had trusted with my secret would later betray me to became the property of Nikolaj, I had learned the consequences of my failure to remain wary and from then on, Nika had not allowed me to forget that he was aware of my proclivities.. He had threatened to use them against me to diminish the fearsome name I had earned for myself on the street..