Exposed the elite book t.., p.34
Exposed: The Elite Book Two, page 34
Stryker looks to Conrad, and without saying a word to him, Conrad knows what to do and projects an image of the building. He then moves the image around and brings up another image of the building’s blueprints next to it.
Stryker moves to the projected image and points to a back entrance on the blueprint. “This door will be our main entry point,” Stryker says. “It opens up to this back hallway,” he runs his finger down the image showing the hall, “that connects to all three business spaces and leads to a stairway to the second floor.”
“We’re all going in one door?” King asks. “That seems risky.”
“It is,” Stryker replies, “but we’re going in together. If you look at each business space, they consist of one open room. We’re not sure what Andrei was planning to do with these spaces, but that allows for each of us to scan a room, clear it, and move upstairs.” King nods back at him in agreement, so Stryker continues, “King, you will clear the first room here with Alexie,” he points to the first door we’ll come to in the hall. “When clear, let us know, and Alexie will move to door number two, where Nat will be waiting. Nat,” he looks to me, “when King clears one, you go into two with Alexie. After you clear it, I will go into room three, and Alexie,” he looks to him, “same thing. By the time I clear that space, you should all be waiting by the stairwell.”
“Why is he going into all three?” King asks.
“We need someone to be able to take out any of Andrei’s men quietly. Since he won the knife-throwing competition between you two,” a smirk pulls up the corner of Stryker’s face, “he seems like the perfect man to take anyone down without making a sound.”
A large grin shows on Alexie’s face as he beams with pride. “That does sound most fair,” he says while looking at King.
King glares back at him as though he wants to reach across the table and tackle Alexie but stays put. “Fine, send him to all three. Increase the chances that someone could take him out,” King taunts as he leans back in his seat, looking pleased with his response.
A laugh bursts from Alexie before he calms down enough to speak “That will not happen, Prince-y. I bet that you will die before me,” he declares.
“Hell no!” I shout, bringing everyone’s attention to me. “You two are not competing over who gets killed and who does not. No one is dying, and there will be no competition during this mission! Do you both understand?” I scold, looking across the table at King.
“Fine,” he says while still staring Alexie down.
I lean forward to look down the table at Alexie. His focus is also still on King, so I clear my throat to draw his attention. He looks over to me and says, “Whatever you want, Malyshka. We will not compete to the death.”
“Can we focus?” Stryker asks. “We get this plan down, then no one has to worry about dying.” This grabs everyone’s attention, and their eyes swing back to Stryker so he can continue telling us his plan. “When we all get to the stairs, I will go up first with Nat behind me, then King and Alexie in the back. There is a small landing at the top of the stairs here,” he points to a small space on the blueprint. “We are wasting no time, and when we breach the door, fan out. Nat will cover me, heading to the left. Alexie, you will cover King to the right.”
King and Alexie look at each other again but say nothing, just nodding at each other. No one is dying today.
“We need to cover the entire space, and we don’t know how many men he will have up there or–” Stryker stops.
Conrad is the one to interrupt this time, “From what I’ve picked up on the security cameras, there’s not a lot of movement in or out of the building. We know from Vegas they like to have a hidden exit plan, but I’m not seeing one. I’ve hacked into the cameras in the surrounding area as well, and it’s showing maybe five to seven men coming and going.” A series of six pictures of different men appear on the screen. “Anyone look familiar?” Conrad asks.
“None. These must be low-level or new recruits, but you say only six or seven?” Alexie asks. “That is a sign that his men are leaving him. When there is an obvious threat to him, he will surround himself with a small army. It seems that after him running away in Vegas, his men are doing the same and jumping the ship. I knew that many of them would never go for the skin trade.”
“Where do you think they’ll go?” I ask Alexie.
“Some of them will flee back to Russia, and some will try to regroup,” he says. “When this is done, it will make a splendid opportunity for someone new to take over the braTVa.”
“Is that what you want to do?” I hadn’t thought about Alexie taking over the braTVa, but this is his legacy and what he was raised to do.
“Yes,” he says. “My father was very short-sighted, but I believe it could be a legitimate business with the right person in charge.” He sounds so confident in what he is saying that I know he’s been thinking about this for some time. Why hasn’t he said anything to me about it? I will support him in whatever he wants to do.
I glance around the table and see that everyone else is looking at Alexie as well. Stryker has a concerned look on his face, and he has a right to be. He is currently working to take down the braTVa, and here is Alexie, talking about raising it from the ashes we’re about to burn it to.
“We will discuss this possibility later,” Stryker tells him in an authoritative tone. “Let’s finish this, and then we’ll talk about what’s going to happen with your business venture.” Alexie agrees by nodding to Stryker.
“When we are in the building, we take out anyone we can, but if we can bring Andrei in alive, we will.” There are gasps and sounds of concern from the entire table.
“No way,” Katia speaks up.
“Listen,” Stryker addresses not just Katia but the entire team, “if we want him to pay for his crimes, death will be too easy for him. He can also lead us to his partners, which will help us recover more victims of his auctions.”
Katia lets out a groan and slams her back against her chair but concedes. “You’re right. It’s more important to save as many victims as we can, and Andrei will lead us there faster.” No one else says anything because we all know that Stryker is right, no matter how much killing Andrei would be the preferred outcome.
“Now,” Stryker begins again, “most of us don’t know what Ivan looks like, but now know he’s in there. We’re going to depend on Nat and Alexie to point him out if he’s there. Once identified, he gets taken out immediately. With everything we know about him, leaving him alive is not an option, nor will it further us in saving any innocents.”
Marcela sits forward in her chair, asking, “You left me out, Stryker? Are you that pissed off that I brought Laura here?”
“You will provide a distraction,” Stryker tells her. “Before we move into the building, you are heading to the Kandy Factory to start a little fire.” Marcela perks up a little at that. “Conrad will signal you, and you are to start a fire, making sure that all the men at the Kandy Factory stay put to deal with the fire. We don’t want anyone showing up uninvited to our operation. Start the fire and head to us. You will park by Conrad here,” he points to a parking lot next to the image of the building. “If we need backup, you are coming in or helping as a getaway vehicle.”
“Got it, boss,” she says.
“We are going in tomorrow night, darkness will help with our cover. Get some rest,” he dismisses us. “We’re meeting back here to review and prepare at five tomorrow night.”
King shoots out of his chair, and Alexie does the same. “Rematch, Prince-y?” Alexie taunts.
“I won’t hold back this time, Volkov,” King replies. “I’ll fucking show you who should be able to go into all three rooms.” They continue to bicker back and forth as they walk out of the room. They have a fucking problem. Next, Marcela and Laura get up and walk out. Marcela starts in again on how she doesn’t like Laura being so involved, but Laura is not allowing any of it.
“So, do you want to hang out upstairs?” Katia asks, leaning into me.
That sounds perfect, but I already had something else in mind. “Sorry, I’m going to put in some Stryker time,” I tell her, and her face immediately drops. “It’s not that I wouldn’t love to go upstairs with you, but this is what happens sometimes. I wish I could be with all of you at once. Actually, that’s a crazy idea. I’m not sure how that would work…” I trail off, thinking about it for a moment. The logistics could get wild.
“I get it,” Katia says to me. “I’m going to shower and then read in bed. I’ll see you later.” She gets up from her chair, but I grab her wrist before she can walk away. I pull her towards me and continue to pull, forcing her to bend down. I lean up and press my lips to hers. I release her wrist and then her lips.
“I’ll see you later, I promise,” I tell her. Katia turns and walks out of the room. I look over to talk to Stryker but notice that he already left. Sneaky fucker.
I walk out of the dining room to head to Stryker’s room. When I enter the living room, I see Stryker lounging on the couch with his head laying on the back of it. His feet are stretched out, perched on the coffee table in front of him. I move to the couch and sit next to him, close enough, so our legs are touching. He lifts his head and puts his arm around my shoulder.
“You are mine today,” I tell him.
“What did you have in mind?” he asks me. There are so many naughty things coming to mind, but there has been something I’ve wanted him to do for some time now.
“You told me once that you’ve never seen Game of Thrones. I think it’s time you met the dragon queen,” I tell him.
He grabs the remote, setting it on my lap, “Get it fired up.” Yes, Boss-man, Sir!
We are about two episodes in and laying side by side on the couch. My back is pressed tightly to Stryker’s chest, so I don’t fall off the edge of this couch. I feel his warm, calloused hand slide up my side and rest on my right breast. He leaves it there for a few minutes and then slyly -or so he thinks- starts circling my nipple through the thin fabric of my tank top. I can feel his cock hardening and pressing against my ass too.
“You’re being naughty, Boss-man,” I purr as I grind my ass against his erection. “Can’t you see I’m watching my show?”
He pinches my nipple hard. “You’re pushing for a punishment, Little Fox,” he whispers into my ear.
“We’re in the living room, Stryker,” I whine as he tries to slide his hand under the waistband of my sleep pants. I grab his hand, halting him in his tracks.
“You’re fucking almost everyone in this house, Little Fox. We all love you and can’t get enough of you. Do you think if one of your lovers happened upon us, they’d complain instead of enjoying our little show?”
“You love me?” I gasp as I stand up from the couch, which causes him to sit up. I love him but haven’t told him yet. I want to make sure he means what he says and wasn’t just saying it in passing.
“Of course I do, Little Fox. I have for a bit now. Just haven’t had the right time or place to tell you. I guess cuddling on the couch and watching your dragon queen is the best time. Not how I planned, but it is what it is,” he rambles as he runs a hand over his hair like he’s uncomfortable.
I climb on top of him, straddling him with one thigh on either side of his lap. “I love you too,” I whisper as I lean down and kiss his lips. He kisses me back, running his tongue over the seam of my lips. I open, allowing him entry. We kiss passionately for a while until I feel him slap my ass. He grabs me, picks me up, and sits me down on the couch. I look up at him, and he reaches down to pull at my pants. I lift my hips, and he slowly slides them down my legs. Once they’re off, he sets each of my feet on the couch, so they’re wide open and my core is exposed to him.
Running a finger through my folds, he groans at how wet I am. He runs his finger around the outside of my pussy, teasing me before pushing slowly into me. I moan at the intrusion, and he quickly bends down, running his tongue through my soaking pussy. He pumps his finger in and out of me roughly as he sucks on my clit. Just as I feel my belly tingle and start to tense, he pulls his fingers from me and releases my clit with a dramatic pop.
Growling, I glare at him. He chuckles before reaching to the side table and opening a drawer, pulling out a little black pouch. What the hell? He opens the pouch and dumps the contents into his hand; it’s an egg-shaped item with a cord attached to it. I’m so confused, and my face must show it because he pats my thigh while telling me to relax.
“This is a vibrating anal plug, Little Fox. I’m going to insert it into your tight little ass while I fuck your pussy. Think you can handle that?” he questions.
I groan at his words. He chuckles again, popping the plug into his mouth and pulling it out before running it between my pussy lips. Once it is completely coated, he gently pushes it against my star. I tense up at first, but then he leans down and starts flicking his tongue up and down on my little nub once more, causing me to throw my head back with a moan. I feel some pressure at first, but then it eases up, and his hand is grabbing the remote attached to the cord. I feel the plug come alive inside me, the vibrations turning me into a panting mess. I feel my core tense once more. “Stryker, I’m gonna come,” I whimper.
He turns the vibration up on the plug while pulling my clit between his teeth. I scream my release and slam my thighs closed, grinding my pussy roughly against his mouth as I ride out my release. When I come down from my high, I open my thighs and gasp, worried I may have suffocated one of my boyfriends. Boyfriend? I look down, and Stryker has a huge fucking grin on his face. I roll my eyes at him, but he just growls as he stands, grabbing me and setting me backward on the couch.
My arms are on the back of the couch, and my knees are on the cushions. Giving him the perfect view of the plug still in my ass. I try to turn to see what he is doing, but he slaps my ass. “Eyes forward, Little Fox,” he demands. I do as I’m told and tense when I feel his mushroom head bump the plug. He chuckles, but keeps running his cock down to my pussy.
With no warning, he slams inside me in one quick thrust, groaning as his balls slap my clit. He turns the plug up another speed setting and fucks me brutally. It doesn’t take long before I’m arching my back as I reach my climax. “Fuck…Stryker…Yeeees!” I scream. He pumps into me one...two...three more times before I feel his hot cum coat my walls. Leaning down, he kisses my back as he removes the plug.
“Next time, Little Fox, that tight little ass is getting my cock. But for now, let’s get you showered and cleaned up. You need rest before tomorrow,” he murmurs against my skin.
I stand up and rush from the room, trying to hurry, so his cum doesn’t leak down my legs.
Once I’m showered and dressed in my usual sleepwear, I head from the guys’ bathroom to the room I’m sharing with Katia. Walking in, I see her laying on her stomach on the bed with her feet in the air as she reads a book. She looks so cute and relaxed like this.
“What are you reading, Kotik?” I ask, startling her. She drops the book and grabs her chest. When she notices it’s me, she laughs.
“It’s Second Chances by Alisha Williams,” she responds shyly.
“What’s it about?” I question as I move closer to the bed.
“It’s…Ummm…well, it’s about a girl who gets sent to a prep school for troubled teens. She gets there and starts falling for her roommate, Charlotte. She also has feelings for three guys, one of which is her ex,” Katia explains.
I sit on the bed next to her and reach out to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. “Is that what you want?” I ask her.
“I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to be intimate with a man again. I’d like to think I could, but it would have to be someone I trust infinitely. Right now? I just want to see what happens between you and me,” she tells me with a serious look on her face.
“Like, right now?” I ask her.
“Yeah,” she responds.
Katia sits up and grabs the hem of my shirt, pulling it off. She bites her bottom lip, groaning, “God, you’re a fucking vision.” She leans in and kisses my lips softly before trailing kisses down my neck and shoulder. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I’m okay, just nervous. I’ve never done this before. The other night was my first time doing anything with a woman. I don’t know what I’m doing,” I admit.
She giggles and leans in, kissing me once more. We kiss tenderly for a minute or two before she speaks against my lips, “Can I take the lead? If you want me to stop, you just need to say so, okay? No questions, we just stop.”
I nod my head, whispering, “Okay,” and crawl up the bed, leaning back against the headboard. Katia crawls over top of me. She then dips down and lowers her mouth down to my nipples, sucking them hard and rolling her tongue over them softly. I whimper at the feeling, and she chuckles against my tit before moving her lips farther south.
She kisses slowly down my stomach, dipping her tongue into my belly button, making me gasp. Grabbing the waistband of my panties, she pulls them down. “Are you still good, Natalia?” I lift my hips in answer. She pulls my panties down my legs and over my feet, throwing them to the floor next to the bed before she moves off the bed and undresses.
Crawling back onto the bed, she lies next to me, facing me. Slowly, she moves closer, tilting her head and kissing me again. Pushing her tongue into my mouth, she swirls her tongue around mine before sucking on it softly. Her hand is trailing down my torso to my spread legs. Gently, she trails small lazy circles over my clit. I moan at the soft but passionate touch. I kiss her with more urgency. Getting more comfortable, I glide my hand to her pussy but pause as I feel her thighs close instead of open for me.
I look at her, moving my eyes back and forth between hers. “You don’t have to,” she says.
