Hey, Daddy (Semyonov Bratva Book 2)

My whole purpose of sending you a text was to get a response in a minute. Otherwise, I would’ve sent you a letter.

—Haze to Ben

HAZE

My phone ringing had my eyes peeling open.

My head took a while to comprehend what I was seeing, and I frowned.

Curtains.

Pink curtains.

And a white fluffy blanket covering my entire body except for just the smallest amount of my face.

I twisted, raising my hand up to the blanket, and tugged it down.

As I did, I saw a toned bicep, much smaller than my own, pressed against my belly.

And my phone was resting on my chest right above that bicep.

My gaze trailed from the bicep to the shoulder and from the shoulder to all the fuckin’ hair.

God, Nastya had a great head of hair.

Even messy as hell and tangled to all get out, it was attractive as fuck.

Her eyes were open, though, and staring right at me.

The heat in her eyes had my already semi-hard cock thickening even further.

“Your phone is ringing,” she pointed out.

I answered it, putting it on speakerphone.

“Hey, we caught a lead on the case,” he said. “And get this. This is the fourth fucking body that’s been found in an Amazon box in the last six months. FBI thinks we might have a serial killer.”

“Fuck,” I said. “So they’re giving it up with Nastya Semyonov?”

Was that fucking hope I heard in my voice?

“Nope,” he said. “They’re still considering her as a person of interest.”

“Where did these other murders happen?” I asked.

“The senator is spinning this as an accomplice type thing.” John laughed. “Even though the same shit happened with the other three victims that were found. But those were actually delivered to a house before the remains were found.”

“Jesus fucking Christ,” I grumbled. “He just has a hard-on for Semyonov.”

“Sounds like it to me. I asked the Sarge if he even thought the senator cared that someone he was acquainted with was a victim, or if he’s just using this as a perfect excuse to forward his project.”

“Wouldn’t put it past him,” I admitted. “Jesus.”

“Now, I have no actual updates yet. I imagine I will find out what happens today with the FBI, and I’ll give you updates as I get them. Use your day off wisely,” John said before hanging up, not bothering to wait for my reply.

There was a moment of silence as we both digested his words and then she said, “How did you get in here? Not that I’m complaining or anything, because waking up to a handsome man in my bed, especially Detective Haze Hopkins, a.k.a. Daddy, a.k.a. my stalker…”

I rolled her over onto her back and slid between her legs, my cock—covered only by a thin piece of material—pressed against her core.

I stared down into her sleepy eyes and said, “Your glucose was through the roof.”

She blinked. “Really?”

“As in, so high that you were pretty out of it,” I said. “I called my sister to figure out what I needed to give you and waited until it was lower before I sat down to wait for you to wake up. Then I fell asleep.”

Her beautiful eyes studied my face for a long moment before she said, “I guess I should say thank you?”

“You really suck at this blood glucose monitoring thing,” I remarked.

She shifted restlessly against me and said, “I have no clue what you’re talking about.”

I hummed as I bent down and ran my nose along her cheekbone.

“Haze?” she asked.

“Mama?” I teased.

“I need to know that I’m reading this correctly,” she said. “If you get caught, you’ll be in trouble. If I were to guess, you probably would lose your job if they found out you were sleeping with a prime suspect.”

“My boss is a dumbass,” I responded. “If he thinks you’re guilty, it’s because he’s trying to entertain the senator in some way. Which, might I add, won’t happen while I’m still there.”

“Why?” she asked, and that’s when I saw the confusion in her eyes.

She truly had no idea why.

“Because I know you didn’t do it,” I replied. “Despite the fact that you’re the sister of a Bratva Pakhan, that doesn’t mean that you’re associated with him.” I paused. “And to be completely truthful, at this point, I’m not even sure I care.”

“You don’t care if I have anything to do with my brother’s ‘so-called’ business?” she questioned, obviously confused.

I caught the edge of the small slip of fabric that was holding her nightgown onto her shoulder and slid the tiny piece to the side, baring her skin.

She had a small scar right above her collarbone.

I bent down and kissed it before saying, “Maybe if I’d met you fresh out of the military, I might’ve been a little less unforgiving of your brother’s profession and your involvement in it. However, I’ve done a lot of changing over the last decade, and to be completely honest…some men just need killing.”

Her mouth fell open when I pulled back from pressing my lips against her skin.

“Are you joking?” she asked.

“Nope,” I revealed. “I’ve been doing this job for a while now, and each case I work…I’m just finding it harder to care about the human population when they don’t reciprocate.”

She lifted her hand and ran it over my jaw, her fingers sifting through the beard hairs there.

I needed a trim, both with my hair and my beard, but I kind of liked the way her fingers felt rubbing against my bristly jaw.

“You’re not, like, trying to get me to confess to anything, right? So your dudes outside can hear everything that’s being said?” she asked.

I could see why she thought that since we had been following her around non-stop for over a month, but in this instance, I felt the need to reassure her.

“I can’t say that I’ve been very rational about this,” I offered. “We have been listening in at the hallways, but we can’t hear much. The only time we can hear anything you say is when we’re in my office and we’re using a microphone. Your phone line is tapped, but over the last month, you have only called about scheduled deliveries, so you have nothing to worry about there.”

Her eyes twinkled as she said, “And the cameras that you installed in my living room?”

The grin that spread across my face was prideful. “That was for my own viewing pleasure.”

I loved that I hadn’t pulled one over on her. I enjoyed it even more that she allowed me to watch all these weeks and hadn’t complained about my invasion of privacy.

I was a sick motherfucker.

“I should be running away from you screaming,” she shared.

“You probably should,” I admitted. “I’m going to have to pretend like I don’t like you.”

“You like me?” she asked, batting her eyelashes at me.

“You had me from the moment our eyes met in that bar,” I divulged.

She bit her lip, and that’s when whatever semblance of control I was hanging onto broke.

I bent down and kissed her, my tongue plunging into her mouth and swallowing her gasp.

My hands went down to her butt as I slowly smoothed my hands up the length of her bare leg, finding my way underneath the nightgown that was deliciously sexy.

When I found bare ass, I groaned, pulling back from her kiss.

“You always sleep with no panties?” I asked.

She smiled, her eyes crinkling at the corners. “Only when I’m waiting for a sexy detective to break in in the middle of the night.” She paused. “I had no clue that you were right next door the whole time, though.”

Why did I like that she’d been waiting for me to do the one thing I’d had to talk myself down from doing for the last month?

“I should’ve snuck in sooner,” I said as I bent down and ran my lips along the line of her nightgown.

I tugged it down with my teeth, baring her breasts, and feasted on her.

I licked, sucked, and pinched each nipple to a turgid peak, causing her to writhe underneath me.

Her phone rang, and I continued my assault on her breasts but did stop long enough to say, “Answer it.”

She hesitated, and I pulled away from one delectable nipple with a loud pop, then reached over and answered it for her.

Placing it on speaker, not paying attention to who exactly it was, I tossed it on the bed beside her.

She inhaled deeply, and a female voice on the other end said, “Hello? Nastya?”

I moved down the length of her body, stopping when my head was between her legs.

“H-hello?” Nastya stuttered out when I licked a trail up her pussy lips.

“Oh, hey. Sorry I didn’t hear you answer,” the woman said.

“It’s okay, Elianora,” Nastya replied. “What’s up?”

“I just got a call from a trusted source inside the police department,” she explained. “It’s pertaining to your case. So from what I’m hearing, the woman that was found in your car is one of four other murders. Or three. They weren’t very clear about that. But the source believes that this is a serial killer. And since we know that you weren’t out of state for the other three, and you have a solid alibi, I’m fairly sure that you’ll be off the prime suspect list now.”

I reached my arm around her thigh and spread her pussy lips with my thumb and forefinger, baring her clit to me.

I took a soft suckle, grinning wickedly when she squeaked in surprise.

“That’s, um, really great news. What’s the next step?” Nastya asked.

“The next step is finding out what the FBI knows about this,” she said. “I’m heading up there now to dig around and find out more information. My informant is meeting me up there and handing over what’s been found so far.”

I was partially curious about who this informant was but had much better things to think about at the moment…such as how great her pussy tasted.

I circled her clit with my tongue, the taste of her bursting against my tastebuds, and couldn’t stop myself from grinding my cock into the bed.

Lifting one thigh, I pushed it up and out, revealing more of her.

She helped me out by lifting her other thigh and holding it open with her hand on her knee.

The other hand was holding her phone, and she was staring at me with a dazed expression that made me feel ten feet tall.

Now, I was a forty-year-old man.

I’d had plenty of pussy in my mouth since I’d become sexually active, but I had to admit, no one had ever tasted like Nastya.

It was a combination of her delicious taste and the knowledge that she could be mine, that made me begin to devour her without pause.

She was panting now.

On the outskirts of my mind, I heard her still talking to the lawyer, but my entire focus was on making her come.

Specifically, come hard.

Her legs squeezed my head, and I had to laugh against her pussy in reaction.

She squeezed my head harder, likely in reprimand for stopping, and I shoved two fingers deep inside of her.

She squeaked and squeezed harder, likely due to the fact that she was coming.

And coming hard.

Her pussy rippled around my fingers, and I tongued her clit through her orgasm, turning to softer strokes once she started to come down.

“Are you still there, or did I lose you?” Elianora asked.

“No, no, I’m here. Sorry, just, uh, checking my blood sugar,” she said.

I pulled myself up the length of her body, my hard cock now hurting, and shoved my underwear down.

My cock sprang free, and I lined the ruddy head up to her entrance.noveldrama

Her very wet, going to slide in so deep, pussy.

“Okay, if you hear anything more, call me. Thank you so much!” Nastya said with a little too much enthusiasm.

I shoved roughly inside of her, causing her to groan.

“Uh, okay,” Elianora said. “Have a good one, Nastya. Talk to you soon.”

I hit the end call button before I pulled back and shoved my way deep all over again.

“Oh my god,” she cried out, her nails digging in deep to the forearms that were planted on either side of her head.

Her ass lifted higher, and I took that as my sign to continue.

I didn’t bother trying to control my roughness. I knew damn well that she liked it after the last time we were together.

I fucked her deep, hard, and unrelenting.

Over and over, my cock would slide out, only to forcefully push my way back inside of her slick depths.

“Oh, god.” She gasped. “I’m so close.”

I sure the fuck hoped so, because I was right there with her.

She cried out, her legs squeezing my hips, and she came.

The muscles surrounding my cock squeezed me so hard that I had to fight hard not to come right then.

A little longer.

Just a little…

“Fuck, Mama. I need you to finish,” I pleaded.

Her pussy let go of my cock, and I pulled out of her, my hand going to my cock and pumping.

Hot spurts of cum jetted out of my cock and splashed against her belly, bared breasts, nightgown, and chin.

Four spurts followed the first, and then I leaned down and wiped the head of my cock off on her belly.

I collapsed beside her, my hand going to the side of her face to pull hers into me.

The moment her lips were close enough, I kissed her, only stopping when we were both out of breath.

A phone rang again, this time mine.

She reached over, caught it up, and answered it before pressing the speakerphone and holding it out to me.

I didn’t bother to reach for it as I said, “John, what’s up?”

“Need you down here,” he said. “FBI profiler is here. Along with the FBI special agent in charge. Oh, and a very pissed-off senator that wants Nastya Semyonov added to the top of their suspect list.”

I cursed and pulled away. “There’s no fucking way that they will agree to that.”

“Oh, they aren’t,” he said. “But still would appreciate having you down here.”

My eyes caught Nastya’s as I said, “I’ll be there in fifteen minutes.”

“Thanks,” John said and hung up.

When the phone was black once again, she dropped it down onto the bed beside her and said, “Go clear my name, Daddy.”

I slapped the outside of her bare ass and said, “I’ll see you tonight.” My eyes heated as I said, “I hope you won’t be wearing panties again.”

She snickered. “Maybe I’ll surprise you and meet you in your bed.”

I shook my head and said, “As of today, Desi will now be staying at my place. So maybe you should call before you sneak over. I don’t want to traumatize her.”

I stood up and stretched before tucking my cock back into my underwear.

“Where are your clothes?” she asked.

I gestured down to myself. “Came like this.”

“You were that worried?” she asked.

I leveled her with a look and said, “Yes.”

She bit her lip. “I’ll pay better attention.”

It didn’t matter if she did, because I would.

“You better.”

When I left, I had to step over a whole slew of packages, and I picked them all up and took them inside before locking the door behind me.

When I got to my place, I typed in the code and went inside, getting dressed quickly and then leaving just as fast.

By the time I got down to the station, it was to find the place in chaos.