Her Russian

Chapter 2-Ilia

(Picture of Ilia Savin)

"YA ne prosil opravdaniy! (I didn't ask for excuses)" Ilia yelled as he looked on in disgust at the sniveling man tied to a chair in front of him.

"You know what happens to people who steal from me?" he asked the petrified man. "I-Ilia, I didn't..." the man started but he never got to finish. Ilia Savin had just plunged a knife deep into the man's heart, stood there and watched the life drain away from his eyes, then walked away.

"Roman, get that shit cleaned up" Ilia instructed his Bratva, his thick Russian accent echoing throughout the room. "Boss" the man nodded and proceeded to gather supplies necessary with disposing of and cleaning up after a dead body.

"Maxim, any word on the 'misplaced' shipment?" this question was directed to his Under Boss, Maxim Adamov. Maxim pulled his phone away from his ear and informed his boss that the shipment had been found and the man that he'd just killed, had indeed taken his shipment of prescription pills.

"Sukin syn (son of a bitch)" he muttered. Pulling out a pack of Russian cigarettes from his suit pocket, Ilia stuck it between his lips, while searching for his lighter. Erik Gagarin, one of his soldiers, produced a light for his boss. "Spasibo (thank you)" he mumbled.

Blowing out smoke, Ilia watched it get carried away on the wind and dissipate after a bit. "Boss?" Max brought him from his thoughts. "The shipment has successfully been re-routed and is now headed to the original destination."

"But we have another problem" he said, leaning over to his boss and whispering what he'd just found out. Whatever he said, he now had Ilia's attention. "Oh really. When?" he asked. Maxim whispered something else to which he answered "We'll just have to put together a welcoming committee, now won't we?"

Ilia Savin, Russian Mafia, an all around bad ass. He stood six foot six, twenty-eight years old, had a mass of wavy longish dark hair, facial hair that looked as sexy as sin, the grayest eyes you'd ever seen and a nasty disposition.

When you're the head of an organized crime syndicate, you have to be nasty otherwise people will mistake whatever emotion they get from you as a sign of weakness and there was nothing weak about him.

He'd never been married and had no desire to be.  He had lot's of women at his disposal, for his personal use, day or night and they didn't seem to care that they were being used.  It was all about the status of the man using you and if that man was Ilia Savin, you thought you were something.

Killing that man earlier, got him all worked up so he told Max to call Lana and have her waiting in his study.  That's where all the sex took place, in his study.  No woman had ever been allowed in his bedroom.  Never.  It was an unspoken rule.

Savin didn't do relationships of that nature.  He was crude and rude, loved to fuck, drink and smoke.  Loved women and cars and the only other thing he loved as much as those five things, it was a good gun.

"Lana will be waiting for you in your study, boss" Maxim told him.  Ilia nodded and went back to staring out the vehicle window as his thoughts wandered to the encounter he was about to have.

Lana was not the prettiest woman he'd ever had but her mouth more than made up for it.  That's why she was number one on his list when it came to giving him a blow job.  She could suck the metal plating off a tank.

His erection was straining and rubbing against his pants, making him uncomfortable and in need of immediate release.  When he was done with her, he'd have Maxim call Aleryia.  Now she was a sexy and beautiful woman that he loved sinking into whenever he could.

She had an amazing body and pretty much let him do whatever he wanted to her, just so he would keep calling her for her services and she wasn't too proud to beg him for it either.

And per usual, whenever he was done with her, he'd treat her like crap and throw her away until he needed to throw a quick fuck into someone and she always came back.

Ilia never worried about anyone's feelings.  He didn't have them, so he expected everyone around him to adopt that same view.  A woman was nothing more than to be used for pleasure.  Nothing.more.  They would make you weak.

Finally arriving at his compound within the city limits of St. Petersburg, Ilia practically jumped out of the vehicle before Roman had stopped it from moving.  Brushing past his house staff, he stalked to his study, threw open the door and made his way to Lana, who was standing by the fireplace.

"Strip" he said as he fixed himself a drink.  Slowly Lana pulled up her sweater and threw it on the floor and then worked on her shoes and pants.  Once she was completely naked and at his mercy, he flopped down in desk chair.

Unbuckling his belt with one hand and nursing his vodka with the other, he freed his huge shaft and waved it at Lana.  "On your knees" he commanded as she quickly did so.

Taking Ilia in her mouth, she bobbed up and down on his hard rod, flicking the head with her tongue and pulling gently with her teeth.  "Fuck yes" Savin hissed as she went up and back down on his entire length.

His orgasm would come hard and fast this evening and that was a good thing.  He wasn't really in the mood to drag things out with Lana and now that he thought about it, he wasn't sure he wanted to even mess with Aleryia tonight.

Ilia exploded into the back of Lana's throat, his hands pushing her mouth further onto his dick.  She gagged a little but managed not to choke this time.  

Pushing her back, he stuffed himself back into his dress pants and demanded she get dressed and get out of his sight.  She never questioned him, never tried to tell him that she was more than that, nothing.  Just simple dog-like obedience.

He wanted someone that would stand up to him, challenge him once in a while.  Bring him some fiery passion that he could throw a good fuck into and stay with until morning.  That's the kind of woman he wanted in his bed and that he would return to over and over again.  But he'd never met anyone like that and seriously doubted they existed.

Finishing the rest of his drink, he changed his plans for the evening and decided to shower and then go to bed.  Being such an ass hole took a lot out of him.  He smirked at his thought as he climbed into bed naked.  With one arm behind his head, he lay there in the dark, hoping sleep would claim him soon.