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Ryder wasn't surprised they were heading down to the basement conclave. It was a mammoth man cave on steroids. If it wasn’t for the fact that he'd personally witnessed two murders there in his limited visits, it was the kind of room he could get down with spending quality timein.
The only women allowed were whores there for eye candy and sexual favors when the men wanted to take a break from their world domination planning. It wasn't that he was opposed to working off a few calories banging a submissive who liked it rough. What bothered him was that not once had he seen the same woman there twice. His sixth sense told him women were brought there to serve until they wore out their welcome. That was when they'd be carried out in a body bag and the next shift wouldarrive.
Dead bodies couldn't testify incourt.
His foot had just hit the first step down when he heard his name being called from the stairs abovehim.
"Nicolai! I've been waiting for you,darling."
Ryder hesitated long enough that Alexi crashed into his back from behind. His friend spoke softly, "Keep going. You're just asking for trouble if you let her catch up toyou."
He couldn't agree more. He resumed his walk to the basement, but Yurdin kept his stately speed allowing one of the ladies of the house to catch up to them just as they hit the landing at the bottom of thesteps.
Irena Volkov was as beautiful as she was tragic. Ryder knew the second they'd met she was trouble. Ignored by her powerful husband, Vladimir, she made it a point to flirt with every man who crossed paths with her. At first he'd thought it was because she was lonely, but having watched more than one man be beaten for looking at Vlad's wife the wrong way, Ryder had come to realize her flirting was her sick way of goading her neglectful husband into proving he still cared about her in his own sickway.
She'd flung her arms around Ryder's neck and was leaning in for a kiss by the time he reacted, grabbing her forearms and pushing her away from him just as the steel doors on the other side of the basement foyer opened. Vladimir Volkov himself stood in the doorway, watching his wife as she pouted at Nicolai's fast rebuff. Her husband was at her back, so she had no idea that he was watching as she lunged forward again, grabbing onto Ryder harder thanbefore.
The men's eyes met, and for several seconds, Ryder wondered if he'd even make it past the foyer tonight, especially when Irena started kissing his neck. "I've waited for you to return,Nicolai."
He saw a split-second of pain in the Russian's eyes just before it was replaced with slow-burning anger. To his relief, it was the arms dealer's wife who received the furious look from herhusband.
Ryder pulled her arms away again, and this time as he pushed her away from him, she fell against the hard chest of her husband, who caught and squeezed her until it looked like he'd cut off her ability to breathe. Vlad leaned down to speak softly into his wife's ear. Ryder, being only feet away, heard histhreat.
"I see you're bothering another one of our guests,malysh. I believe I was very clear the last time wediscussedthis, was I not?" Ryder watched as the powerful man crushed his wife in a bear hug. Only when she'd started to turn pale did he release her, shoving her hard and fast, her knees crashing into the marble tile beneath their feet. As she fell forward on all-fours gasping for air, Vlad yanked her head up by her flowing black hair, and as soon as her beautiful, tear-stained face was visible, he backhanded her across her cheek with such force that her neck made a cracking noise as she was tossed across the foyer, slamming into the farwall.
All four men in the foyer stood silently, listening to the woman's pitiful cries for several long seconds. Regardless that he'd done nothing to encourage Irena's attention, Ryder half expected Vlad's fists to seek him out next. He prepared for a fight. After all, that was how things worked with the family. He was surprised when Vlad smiledapologetically.
"Seems I have a bit more training to do with that one. It's a good thing she's beautiful and a good fuck or she'd be too muchtrouble."
Ryder played it cool. "Yeah, well, I'm guessing her training will be fun. There's nothing quite like delivering a well deservedpunishment."
He played to his host's known proclivities with his comment, knowing they both enjoyed playing at the darker end of the sexual continuum. Still, as he glanced back at the crying woman who was trying to get her nose to stop bleeding, Ryder conceded Vlad wasn't a dominant. He was anabuser.
"You gentlemen head on in. Father is sitting down to a late dinner. He asked that you join him. I'll finish dealing with my errant wife and then I'll joinyou."
Ryder avoided looking back at the broken woman huddled on the floor. There was nothing he could do to help her, even if he'd wanted to. She'd chosen to marry into the Volkov family two years before. There was no way she hadn't known what she'd signed up for before walking down the aisle with the youngest, most handsome son of ViktorVolkov.
Irena's scream was the last thing he heard before the heavy steel doors slammed closed behindthem.
"Shit, that was close. I expected Vlad to castrate you backthere."
Alexi patted him on his back in a universal 'atta boy sign. Ryder didn't waste time celebrating the small win. He was too busy planning his escape route should their meeting go south tocomment.
Six. That was how many of Volkov's armed henchmen were in the conclave, although four of them were busy being entertained by the whores of the week. As he cased the joint, Ryder found he was surrounded by debauchery. One blowjob, well closer to a fast face fuck, was in progress on the pool table. The restrained, naked woman's head fell over the edge of the table at dick level. The guard's cock choked her as he thrust balls deep over and over until she passedout.
Alexi pulled him to a stop to admire the naked submissive spread out like a smorgasbord for the taking in the middle of the room. She was strapped to a leather spanking bench, situated with her ass high in the air. She wore a spreader gag, holding her mouth open wide for use. It was easy to see both of her other holes had recently been ridden hard as she was still stretched wide, jets of white cum across the welts on her bare back andlegs.
The fact that his own cock rose to the occasion reminded Ryder he wasn't that different from the aggressive men in the room. Only a thin line of veiled consent separated his submissives from the unfortunate women who'd found themselves as the main course at their last sex party. He pushed women hard, too. To the edge. It was a rare woman who could handle his unleashedlibido.
Yet Khloe Monroe had handled itperfectly.
Ryder physically shook his head to chase the unwanted memories out of his system. He didn't want to think about how perfect she'd been on a good day, let alone here tonight when he needed to stay focused on the job. Her frequent appearances in his thoughts were pissing him off. He was nothing if not disciplined, and quite frankly, the fact that the remarkable actress popped into his head so frequently, shook him to his core. He needed to get a handle on himself before he fucked up years ofwork.
"I could sure use a drink before we meet with Viktor," he suggested, heading in the direction of the fully stocked bar not far from the pool table. Alexi didn't complain about thedetour.
A scantily clad woman greeted them with a nod as he approached. She was gagged, unable to speak. As he sat on a high barstool, he could see she was tethered to the bar with only enough length of chain to allow her to get to the supplies she needed to make his martini. As she turned to grab the vodka, the jeweled end of her butt-plug peeked out from between her raw ass cheeks. Lines of fresh welts crisscrossed with older bruises, revealed she'd been serving the Volkovs at least long enough to acquire layers of punishmentmarks.
Knowing they couldn't delay, both Alexi and Ryder downed their drinks in a gulp before pushing away from the bar to head in the direction of the double-doors at the far end of the room. As he walked, he let the hot liquid snake through his veins, helping to take off the nervous edge that would get him killed. A tattooed goon who looked like he could start on the defensive line of a professional football team stood guard; his semi-automatic Uzi prominently displayed as theyapproached.
