by Rie Warren
“Use you?” Then her eyelids slammed shut, hand flying to her mouth. “Oh no, Maksim.”
She looked at me, dread dawning across her face, and I didn’t want that.
“I wanted that food so damn much. Fuck. A full belly for a day or two?” We’d have eaten like kings, us Krasnovs . . . the lowest specimens on earth. “I couldn’t though. I didn’t.”
I pulled in a lung-filling breath before expelling it.
“There was a knife there in that room. It gleamed, all sharp edges. And I wanted that more than food.”
“What did you do?”
“What do you think I did, Sashenka?”
She nodded just slightly. “What I did last night and what I did to that shithead Petey in the cabin.”
Of course.
It didn’t matter how different we were. When backed against a wall, we came out swinging and fighting.
“I stabbed him until his warm running blood sluiced across the floor and spoiled the bags of flour stacked there.” I gripped her thighs hard. “I was only eight when I killed my first man, and it didn’t matter how much bigger he was. I slaughtered that bear until blood gurgled from all his sucking wounds. And then I cleaned myself off and I took the knife and I killed more after that. Anyone who threatened me or my brothers during the whole time we lived in the gutters and on the streets of Moscow.”
Sasha was so silent and so still, I knew I’d shocked her.
“So I think maybe I am a mongrel like Oleg said,” I murmured darkly.
“No.” Sitting upright, Sasha shook her head fiercely. “He’s a frigging abomination! He hurts for pleasure. You did what you had to, and I don’t care how old you were.”
“I don’t want your pity.”
“I don’t pity you. Yes, I feel sorry for you as that little boy but, my god, . . . what you survived. What you did to make sure your older brothers were safe—” Sasha kissed all around my face then softly pressed her lips to mine before quickly removing that warm touch. “I do not pity you like that.”
“Good,” I said gruffly.
“Does Papa know?”
“Nyet. I don’t think so. He could tell something about me though.”
She chewed on her bottom lip, and I wanted to take that ripe slice of flesh between my teeth.
“I promise I won’t ever mention this to anyone ever,” Sasha vowed.
Despite feeling like she’d dropped some intimate information on Joanna earlier, I knew in the marrow of my bones she’d keep her word about this.
“But how can Arkady and Kirill not know about what you did? They were at the bakery too, right?”
“The baker woman. I think she covered for me,” I murmured. “I think she knew about her husband’s . . . tendencies.”
“I’d kill him myself if you hadn’t.” Sasha sat straighter, her hair shimmering around her shoulders.
I chuckled, bringing her into my embrace. “Thankfully, you won’t have to. I think your blade has gotten enough of a workout recently.”
“This feels so good. Why haven’t we talked like this before?” All but purring, Sasha let her fingers tickle at the back of my neck.
“We were never any good at talking.”
“Speak for yourself.” Snuggling in deeper, she again placed a certain amount of pressure on my cock.
This time I wouldn’t move her away.
“My mother only met my papa because she was a missionary.” The soft traces of her voice whispered against my throat. “Can you imagine that?”
“You should be so devout.” I was teasing her but knew I’d made a big mistake when she snatched herself off my lap.
All softness fled, and she hit me with a vicious glare from her light blue eyes. “Oh you’d like that, wouldn’t you? In fact, I bet you wish I was just like your precious Valeria.”
“Valeria?” The swift shift in Sasha’s mood shocked me.
“Just admit it already! You have the hots for her and can’t even stand to spend an entire day with me,” she accused.
“What?” I had spent every day with Sasha since I could remember . . . and we’d been at one another’s throats for most of that time.
“Argh! Never mind.” She twirled away and started to stomp from the room.
Lunging up from the chair, I grasped her wrist and swung her back to me. I stopped her like I had the day of Arkady’s wedding when she threatened to get Lucky’s help with her dress. And just like it had then, the sight of her stunning fury made my groin tighten, my cock stiffen.
“I have been trying to help her with learning English just like you, that is all.” I was at a complete loss over Sasha’s weird reaction.
“English, ha! You can hardly string two words together,” she seethed.
I ignored her usual jab. “Valeria is pretty, da,” I admitted slowly, more and more confused.
My words lit Sasha right up like a powder keg ignited.
Yanking her hand away, she yelled, “I knew it! She’s got a slimmer figure than me. And she’s more innocent, which is what you said you wanted—”
“I never—”
“You won’t fuck me because I’m tainted, aren’t I, by other guys. And I’m not Russian enough. And my body is thicker than hers.” Voice trembling at the end, she showed me another weakness I never would have suspected.
I was on the wrong footing, and I didn’t understand what she was getting at except perhaps she thought she was fat? Which was ridiculous. Sasha had a ripe womanly body, the type of voluptuous figure that turned men’s heads everywhere she went. And I was not as immune as I used to think I was.
Then it dawned on me. If she thought I liked Valeria and not her . . . she was jealous. Just like I had to finally admit I’d been jealous of Lucky all those times she flirted with him.
Sasha pointed at the trunks full of her belongings. “And that reminds me of something else. If you hate the clothes I wear so much, why did you bring them all here?”
I decided to tread carefully for the moment. “I don’t hate the clothes you wear.”
Rolling her eyes, she scoffed.
“I said some bad things.” I raked my fingers through my hair. “I don’t like the way men stare at you in the clothes you choose.”
“Why? You don’t want me anyway.”
“I . . . this is confusing. And do not tell me to use my words, Sashenka.” My glare penetrated through her. “You hate me because I stop you from being free. That is my job.”
“And you hate me because I’m your job! And apparently I’m not your type!” Her foot stamped down on the floor in emphasis.
“That is bullshit.” Grabbing one of her hands, I placed her palm right against where my body surged into full rigidity for her. “Feel this?”
“That’s because I mentioned Valeria.” She pouted, but her fingers traced along the heavy length encased by my jeans.
“Don’t be childish now.”
“Childish!” She drew her hand back.
“My cock is hard because all I can think about these days is”—my voice dropped a level—“how much I want to sink so deep inside of you and make you come all over me.”
Sasha’s lips popped open, but no sound came out.
“Thick is not the word I’d use to describe your body.” My hot gaze roved over her. “I would say you’re absolutely fucking luscious. I have never seen tits like yours, and your ripe ass has tempted me for far too long.”
“You’re lying.” She sounded breathless now.
“A man’s cock cannot lie, Sashenka.” With the control firmly in my court, I intended to take full advantage.
Sasha was about to find out how a real man acted when pushed too far.
A lust-filled sneer curled my lips. “You know what they say about us, don’t you?”
She tossed her hair over one shoulder, challenging me. “What’s that?”
The small amount of space between us became electric. “That we antagonize each other constantly because we really want to fuck
.”
“You don’t believe that any more than I do,” she sassed back.
“Are you certain they’re wrong?” I asked the insolent minx.
Then her breasts rose and fell faster with her shortened breaths. “Aren’t you?”
The small quiver of vulnerability in her voice made my cock fucking lurch inside my jeans.
I stepped up to her until our bodies met, and her nipples pinged hard against my chest.
Her eyes flew upward, wide and unsure.
I looked down, never more turned on. “Maybe we should find out once and for all.”
13
Sasha
MAKSIM KEPT PROVING HIMSELF to be all the things I expected from a Bratva higher up—controlling, demanding, egotistical.
Then he could turn it around in an instant, showing himself to be more than I’d ever anticipated.
I hadn’t even thought he’d be able to tell I’d been crying, although for sure my face was blotchy, my eyes puffy.
He’d sat me down, let me have my say, hadn’t made fun of me when more tears spilled. No, instead he’d quietly listened and gently comforted.
He’d opened up too, made himself vulnerable. I couldn’t imagine his hunger or the strength it took that little boy to turn down what would’ve been a bounty of food because he wouldn’t let some skanky old geezer use him.
Some would think his actions monstrous—as a child he had murdered a grown man.
I thought him brave.
But then I’d ruined the moment by flying completely off the freaking handle about Valeria. I never meant to let him know I seethed with the most vicious jealousy over him and her.
I wanted to gobble back the words as soon as they passed my lips—it was petty and hateful, and I couldn’t stand this man who harassed me all the time knowing I actually cared what he thought about my figure.
If he thought I was pretty.
Worse, if he wanted me.
But, oh my, did he ever want me.
I couldn’t deny it now.
I felt the smoldering heat of his gaze wandering all over my body, the incendiary flame of raw lust leaping from him to me.
And I’d felt the hard girth of him, of his cock, bulging against the front of his jeans.
Now he said the words that made my knees weaken with lust. “Maybe we should find out once and for all.”
I met his dare head on. “Maybe we should.”
He slammed his mouth over mine, his wicked tongue taking possession of my mouth. He angled my neck so far back, the mighty tension that built between us spread to a flash of wet heat between my legs.
He locked me against his body so I couldn’t move, and I didn’t want to. I wanted to climb him, crawl inside of him, leave part of my soul attached to his.
Clothing became nothing more than an obstacle in our way, making me crazy to get at his naked physique, which was nothing short of majestic. Shirts came off in a tangle, tossed every which way. The pants were pissing me off, keeping me from that long fat shaft I was desperate to taste again.
Maksim growled and nipped my lip when I slid a hand down inside his jeans to curl my fingers around the hefty base of his cock. He might’ve drawn blood, but I didn’t care.
He threw his head back as I stroked as much of him as I could, his awesome chest on full, straining display.
I set my lips across his torso, swathing a path with my tongue and murmuring smokily, “I love you like this, Maksim.”
His head shot back up, a dark grin forming across his delicious mouth. “And I love you naked more.”
Impatiently, he scooped my hand from his cock and pushed me back. He tore my leggings off, ripped my thong away, and tipped me onto my back on the floor.
He kicked his boots and socks away then finally got rid of his jeans. His cock slapped loudly against the rippling ridges of his stomach, leaving a tantalizing splatter of precum that made my mouth water.
Crawling up my body, Maksim never lost his sinister grin.
He covered me with his hot muscular weight, so much larger than me that I drowned in his sheer male essence. His lips skimmed over mine teasingly, and I whimpered, crossing my legs over the hard crescents of his ass.
“You need me to show you how much I want you, Sashenka?”
I wished I could deny it, but I was powerless beneath him . . . and I liked it.
“Da,” I whispered, knowing the Russian got to him.
His gray eyes took on a darker hue before his kiss turned ravenous. My breasts spilled out between us, nipples rasping against his powerful chest. My tongue met his with just as much hunger. My hands roamed all over his smooth, hard, flexing muscles—up his mountainous biceps, along his corded shoulders, down the rigid fans of his back.
The whole time, his cock slipped and slid between our bellies, leaving trails of wetness just like my pussy welled, weeping outward.
His piercing struck me again and again, like a tattoo of rhythm on my straining, aching flesh.
Breaking the kiss, Maksim detoured to my neck where he sucked hard enough to make me buck with blinding pleasure.
His tongue dangled along my collarbone then danced to the upper mounds of my breasts. As he backed away, he took his muscular weight off of me.
Plying my nipples with torturous licks and flicks, he muttered, “You cannot believe how hard it was to stop myself from coming the instant I felt these incredibly soft tits wrapped around my cock earlier. My balls have started to ache from all the cum I want to drown you in.”
My pussy spasmed at his dark words and deep tone.
He smashed my breasts together, not gentle, not tender at all. He sucked the tips, alternating between the two before tweezering them with his fingers and pulling up until my flesh grew hot and taut all over.
When he let my breasts go, he immediately swabbed his tongue all over, bathing me in hot wet saliva that made the orbs shiny and slick.
His eyes burned into mine from above my breasts, silver slits on fire before darkening with the kind of sheer dominance that made me whine. “I do not like escorting you in public because every fucking man who sees you thinks about putting his hands on you, about taking you.” Squeezing my breasts, he made them balloon and ripple between his long strong fingers.
His greed was so heady and charged, I arched into him, giving him more.
He bit and nibbled and sucked until my nipples pinged up, dark red and so engorged I didn’t recognize them.
No man had ever treated me like this, and I wanted more.
My moan crashing across the room, I reached out to grab onto something, to steady myself on something, when he released my well used tits to course his way down my lower half.
My hand found the leg of the end table, and I held on.
Maksim lightly kissed his way from one of my hips to the other, teasing and testing me so I twisted and squirmed.
His shoulders widened my thighs, the brush of his skin on mine dragging a hiss from my parted lips. I couldn’t pant fast enough to catch my breath and he didn’t move fast enough to give me relief.
Then his wide palms slid underneath me, and he started massaging my ass.
“Ooooh!” Bright colors soared beneath my eyelids as they slammed shut at the sensation.
I was still sore from the paddling but—oh god—he pushed my legs up and started his lick-nibble-bite routine on my bottom, and I heaved upward.
“I told you I like your ass.” He nipped a tender spot very near the cleft, and I yelped.
His fingers dug in then smoothed out then his mouth found another area that left me voiceless. “That’s why I had to spank it for tempting me for so fucking long.”
“Ahhh!” I screamed when he kept that caressing handhold on my rear end but lowered my thighs, splayed them open wide.
His mouth hovered over my sleekly swollen sex, the naughtiest smirk I’d ever seen at odds with the insidious intent in his eyes.
I watched him watching me when he lowered his lips to my p
ussy.
He parted my labia, grunting under his breath, then swathed his tongue up the very center of all my pleasure.
My head rolled to the side, a sigh mounting inside of me.
“Do you believe me now, Sashenka?” He blew warm breath across my clit.
“Yes . . .” I grabbed his hair in one hand, the other still locked around the furniture leg.
“Are you sure?” Pursing his lips over my clit, he tugged hard, his teeth closing lightly around the nub, which made pain pulse inside of exquisite pleasure.
“Yes!” I drew up as breath belted from my body, yanking the end table over so a lamp bounced on the thick rug, the lightbulb fizzling out.
Leaving me on the cusp, Maksim kneeled back on his haunches, a dirty chuckle rising from his throat. “I think I believe you do.”
He’d said he wouldn’t fuck me unless I begged. I was so ready now that I started to plead, but he had other plans.
Of course he did.
Even though I lay on the floor utterly naked, fingers tangled in my hair, legs spread and body undulating, he moved away.
“Noooo!” I wailed. “Please, Maksim.”
His sexy stern face appeared above me. “I am not done yet and neither are you.”
Picking me up, he didn’t carry me to the bedroom. He didn’t even leave the lounge area. He took me to the back of the sofa and set me on my feet. My legs felt like noodles, but I needn’t have worried about the rubber in my thighs because Maksim pushed me down to my knees with my back braced against the sofa, ass shoved right against the cool leather.
I stared up the massive breadth and brawn of him, swaying as the virile scent of his cock dazed me. Right in front of my eyes, his heavy balls swung, and his engorged rod jerked.
He placed a hand on my forehead, pressed my head against the sofa too then pulled my hands up behind my neck. He moved in and didn’t have to ask me to open my mouth.
I was ready.
I was waiting.
I was so wet for him.
I had no control over the pace because he’d effectively sandwiched me between his groin and the furniture, and his hand was in my hair just to make extra sure.
