12— Ruined my mood.

Adrian

"Fuck! Moy novy iyubimy." Nikolai suddenly curses the moment I rise to my feet. My brow furrows while I glance at him, hoping whatever I just heard him utter was a joke. 'Moy Novy iyubimy' translates to 'My new favorite' in English. Now, who and what exactly is his New favorite? And why the fucking hell did he just cum on my face?

The moment I sigh, I feel the salty taste of his cum in my mouth. Fuck. I sigh yet again, running my hands through my hair, before brushing past him and heading straight to his bathroom. I wash his fucking cum off my face. I pant, placing my hand on the sink as I stare at my reflection in the mirror.

I just went down on my knees to suck a man's dick. Did I enjoy it? Yes. Fucking too much that I'm hard. I can feel my dick straining against my pants. I want to walk back to that room, strip before Nikolai, so he'll run his tattooed fingers through my body, touch me as his fucking smell fills my nose. I want to get off and I want Nikolai to be the one to do it.

And that overall is entirely wrong. I've had vulgar thoughts, but not at a man. I've never been attracted to a man. But Nikolai? That bastard is like a fucking magnet, each time I try to get away, he draws me even closer.

"Fuck it all!" I curse again taking in deep breaths. I can't come out of the room. I'm embarrassed. Nikolai won. He knows I enjoyed whatever just happened. I loved the feel of his dick in my mouth and want to do it again.

I don't know how long I stare at my confused and fucked up self in the mirror, but surprisingly, Nikolai does not call out for me or anything. Everywhere is strangely quiet.

After calming my nerves, I decide to step out of his fucking bathroom. I step back into his room to see him standing by the window, smoking a cigar. He's always smoking one. Ilya and Kuzma as well. I've seen them light up a cigar on a few occasions. I fucking hate the smell. But Nikolai looks so hot while smoking. Smoking hot.

"Want one?" He offers turning to face me and I frown.

"No. I don't smoke. You should know that by now." I deadpan, it's not the first time he's offered me one. I always decline.

"And you should try it. Here." He smiles at me, offering me his half-smoked cigar.

"Try it pretty boy." I roll my eyes and reluctantly reach out for it. What's so special about it anyway?

I slowly place the cigar in my mouth and the moment I draw out smoke, I start coughing. What the fucking hell!!

While I cough, I hear the sound of Nikolai chuckling as he collects his cigar back from me, pushing it back to his lips.

"You're just as soft as your features." He laughs, blowing smoke out of his mouth towards the window.

"The fact I don't smoke does not make me soft. It's actually my first time trying that." I fume, gritting my teeth in annoyance. I hate being called soft, it's not my fault I happen to look so much like the woman who birthed me.

"Really?" He furrows his brows at me.

"Seeing you live in Russia. It's very common to smoke." I totally understand his point, Russia is fucking cold. A lot of people smoke here and the rate is fucking high. You can see a man of over eighty smoking.

"I haven't lived here for over 10 years. Traveled when I was 10." I point out and he slowly nods while blowing out smoke. How exactly are his lungs faring?

"I lived in America for over 10 years. I don't fancy smoking and know it's bad for the lungs. You should stop it." I don't know why I say that, but he seriously needs to stop it.

He does not reply to me, instead, he dumps the cigar he's holding in the ashtray, only to pick up a new one which he lights up and begins smoking.

"Why did you move back here?" He suddenly asks and I stiffen. I came back for revenge on his family, to make them pay for what his mother did to my mother.

"Because I was born here." I keep a calm and steady tone while replying to his question.

"My father died so I came back here."

"Your mother is Russian?"

"Yes."

"Where's she now?"

"Dead."

"Oh." He mouths with a slight shrug of his shoulders. He doesn't say anything else and totally turns his back on me as he continues staring out the window. The window is open and I can literally feel the coldness hitting my skin. I'm dressed but I'm beginning to feel so cold but the man in front of me is fucking shirtless and standing directly in front of the window. He still has his towel around his waist.

How's he faring? He doesn't flinch as he smokes. I remember the first time I came back to Russia, I fell ill. For two months. The cold was fucking too much for me to handle, but over the last six years, I got more used to it.

"Aren't you cold?" I know I should have long walked out of his room and gone to my room to think about my life and the new discovery of my body wanting a man.

"No." He replies.

"It's cold and you're well.... shirtless." I draw out and my eyes land on his hard back that looks so fucking sexy. He has a raven tattoo drawn there, but that's not all. There are....marks. Healed Whip marks. The marks are not too visible, but if you look closely, you'll see them.

"I've lived here for thirty years, Solnyshko." He deadpans and here he goes with the names again. Solnyshko?

"You do realize I perfectly understand Russian right?" I ask in Russia and his laugh fills the room.

"Yeah, and you sound terrible." I know I sound weird when speaking in Russian.

"You just called me Solnyshko." I point out. 'Pretty boy' is annoying enough, I seriously don't need another addition.

"So?" He sounds nonchalant, he's still backing me and I can't entirely see his face.

"I hate that." I utter through gritted teeth.

"And I like it, Solnyshko." he turns to face me with a smirk on his face as he dumps his half-smoked cigar on the ashtray.

"I have a meeting tomorrow, I'm going to bed. You can leave." He says in a dismissive tone as he disappears into his closet. He steps out later dressed.

"If you plan on staying, I don't mind. They're still a lot of things I have planned out for you. We still need to try them." I'm not a fool to not know what he means and that's in his dreams. There's no way I'm going to touch him again nor will I allow him to touch me.

"Stay away from me Nikolai." I bite out and begin to head towards the door. I don't want him to give a reply as I storm out of his room. I'll stay away from him as well and do what brought me into his life in the first place.

*****

Nikolai

The next morning, as I get ready to go for a meeting with the brotherhood, I notice that Adrian has been avoiding me. He keeps his distance away and actually stays close to Kuzma.

I smile to myself as I head downstairs. I already sent him and Kuzma to the SUVs ready. Ilya is right behind me. I'm in a great mood, though he's inexperienced, I got the best blow job ever from Adrian. Having his mouth around my cock felt so satisfying, knowing I'm the first man he has ever sucked, I felt accomplished.

Just after I arrive downstairs, Olga approaches me. Shit! I planned on avoiding her. Now she's going to invite me for breakfast.

"Koyla!!" She calls, her face breaking into a wide smile.

"Good morning Olga!" I greet her in Russia as I hug her slightly.

"Morning Koyla. I made breakfast." She informs me in Russian and I take a brief look at my Rolex watch.

"Dolg trebuets." I smile and she glares at me with a scowl.

"You're coming for breakfast. I made hot soup, it's good for this cold, and where's your coat." She demands and we begin to Converse in Russian.

"I'm not a kid. I can manage without a coat."

"Koyla!!!" She turns to face Ilya.

"Go get him a coat. Even Ilya is wearing one."

"Okay, Olga." Ilya mutters and disappears back upstairs.

"Now come on." She mutters and begins to drag me to the dining room. I groan as I reluctantly follow her. I'll eat just a little. We arrive there and the maids are serving breakfast. Irina is already there.

"Good morning Koyla." She waves at me happily in English. She looks glad to see me join her. I hardly have breakfast in this dining room. I can't even remember the last time I sat to eat.

"Good morning, irushka." I plant a light kiss on her forehead, before settling down on the seat beside her.

I look around and realize that Olga has disappeared into the kitchen. I would have used that opportunity to escape but I decide to stay back and eat with Irina. I don't want her to eat alone today.

Olga comes back with two bowls.

"Here." She places one in front of me and the other one in front of Irina.

"I made your favorite. Solyanka." She informs me and the fresh savory smell hits my nose.

"Thank you, Olga." I mutter, picking up my spoon as I begin to eat.

"I'll get your coffee." She disappears yet again.

We just start eating when I hear the sounds of heels clicking. I look up to see Zorya and her stupid son approaching. Irina's face pales the moment she sees them.

"We want to have breakfast and peasants are not allowed at the table. Leave!!" She bites out rudely the moment she gets to the table.

Irina is about to stand up when I hold her back.

"Sit down, irushka." Zorya better not get me angry or I will not tolerate her. I've been doing that for too long now. She better leave the way she came in.

Irina gulps loudly, slowly sitting back in her seat.

"I'm talking to you both!!" Zorya yells, glaring at us with nothing but hatred in her eyes.

Thirty years, thirty years of living with her hatred and I still can't point out why she hates me so much or even Irina.

Not that I care, but I'd like to know why a mother hates her children so much.

"They've gone deaf mother." Pavel scoffs and Zorya glares at me.

"Are you deaf? Nikolai???" She yells but I totally ignore her. I notice the way Irina flinches, but I hold her back and gesture at her to eat.

"I can see you both are back to being friends. He'll leave you again Irina. Nobody stays long with a mad person." He taunts in Russian, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

I drop my spoon loudly on the ground, annoyance written on my face. I glaze briefly at Irina and notice that she's tearing up. That's it!

Dragging my chair backward, I sit up from my chair, take my bowl of soup with me, and pour it directly on Pavel.

"What the–" His words are cut off when I suddenly punch him.

"Nikolai!! How dare you hit my son!" Zorya screams charging at me.

"And I'll hit you if you don't stay back!" I snap at her and she pauses in her tracks.

"I'm your mother! You can't hit me!"

"You stopped being that years ago. Now look," I turn to face Pavel who's holding his bleeding nose.

"The next time you utter any word against my sister or dare to call her mad or even try to hit her. I'll bury you alive!" I threaten my voice dripping with venom. They just spoiled my day and got me so angry.

It's morning for fuck sake and too early to get angry.

"In case you two Duren' have forgotten, this house is mine and in my name. Same with the family business and everything. I have access to the cards you use to bring man whores to this house!" I say to Zorya and then face Pavel.

"I have access to the cards you also use to spend extravagantly when you don't work. If you dare me, I'll freeze your accounts." I threaten, because I'm going to do just that.

When the old man died, he willed all of his properties to me, leaving everyone in awe. Especially me. I have my own fucking money. I built up my own empire, and though I'm the first son, I never depended on Daddy's money. But still, he willed everything in my name, making them mine and giving me the power towards it.

"You don't want to annoy me." I warn and then turn away from the speechless fools.

"Come irushka." I stretch out my hand for my sister and she placed hers in mine standing up."

"Have you freshened up?" I ask and she bobs her head happily. She looks happy seeing both mother and son speechless.

"Go get your coat. Ilya will take you shopping." I say to her and her eyes widen happily.

"Out? Will you allow me to leave?"

"Just for a while, irushka." I don't want her coming in harm's way. That's why I don't allow her to leave the house as she likes.

"Thanks Koyla." She says happily.

I collect my coat from Ilya who has been standing there, I nod at him once and he slowly shakes his head.

"Two hours." I say to Irina and she happily mutters a thank you.

Taking a last glance at mother and son, I walk out of the house. They just ruined my mood.