by S. C. Daiko
He bends and kisses the place between my neck and my shoulder. Goosebumps pepper my skin as his hot lips tease me. His hand finds the small of my back and he pulls me into him, so hard I can feel his erection against my belly.
“Is that a gun in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?” I quip before an image comes into my mind of brushing my fingers against his firearm in the hospital. My blood suddenly turns cold.
He growls low in his throat and bites down on my earlobe. Instantly, I’m hot for him again. He pulls my hair into a high pony and extends my neck, sucking and nibbling his way up to my chin. “You want a gun, Eva. I’ll give you a gun,” he groans into my mouth. “I’m going to shoot my load inside that tight little pussy of yours, but only if you beg me for it.”
“Me, beg?” I come right back at him. “Are you joking?”
He releases me, shunts his way over to the other side of the sofa, and fixes me with a steely look. “You’ll beg, or I won’t get you off. Your choice, my sweet.”
I stare at him, take his measure. There’s a heavy throbbing between my thighs. If he doesn’t touch me soon, I swear I’ll dissolve into a puddle of want. I shuffle toward him and bury my head into his hard pecs. “Please,” I mutter into chest.
“You need to beg better than that,” he says, pulling my head back by my hair again and glowering.
I chew at my lip. If I surrender, it will be the point of no return.
I’ll be his.
Marked forever.
This story between us isn’t going to have a happily-ever-after ending, though.
Can I risk my poor heart? The heart he has already melted by the way he treats our son?
His hand reaches down and cups my right breast. He bends and sucks on it through my sweater, making my nipple pebble in his mouth. Without warning, he stops what he was doing and leans back.
“You want me, Eva. Beg me, and I’ll give you want you need.” He pauses, his hooded eyes gleaming. “Just say the words...”
“Please,” I repeat, so fucking horny I hardly know myself.
“Just say them,” he barks.
“Please, Gleb,” I almost sob. “I need your cock.”
He answers by lifting me in his arms. I’m limp, like a rag doll, totally under his control.
It feels oddly liberating.
He stretches me out on the rug in front of the fire and pulls down my jeans. I wriggle out of my panties. With deft movements, he lifts off my sweater and unclips my bra. I’m lying naked before him, his hungry eyes on me like I’m a dish he’s about to devour.
“So beautiful. So fucking beautiful. You’re mine, Elousha, whether you like it or not.”
Yes, I’m his. I’m going to hate myself afterwards, but I can’t help it. I want him inside me. “I’m on the pill, Gleb,” I tell him. “To regulate my periods.” I don’t elaborate. Now is not the time to go into how messed up they were after Kir was born.
“Perfect,” he says, eyeing me thoughtfully, and thankfully not referring to the first and last time he fucked me and the condom broke. Instead, he undresses himself. Just watching him unbutton his shirt, unbuckle his belt, unzip his fly and finally strip down to his briefs is making me wet for him.
He bends and licks the skin between my breasts. Then he sucks my left tit into his mouth, swirling his tongue expertly around my nipple before biting down on it. The agony is excruciating but also intoxicating, so intense that tears sting my eyes.
Suddenly he flips me over so I’m lying face down. “Ass in the air, Eva.”
I do as he commands, feeling delicious tingles as he runs his tongue down my spine. He bites and kisses my shoulders and my neck. I rock my body beneath him. His fingers find their way to my pussy, stroking, caressing. I’m so desperate for him that I whimper. But he doesn’t enter me. He simply grinds his hardness against my ass. “Beg me again, Kiska, and I’ll give you what you want.”
I’m beyond redemption.
Lightheaded with horniness.
I’d do anything to have him inside me.
“Please, Gleb. Please fuck me.”
“Music to my ears,” his voice rasps.
He flips me over, pulls down his briefs and straddles me again. His monster cock is at full-mast, the ring of his Price Albert glinting at its tip. I feel my pussy clench and ache for him... ache with desire.
One hand is back between my legs, the other fists his shaft. He spreads my thighs with his fingers. “Open wide for me.”
I do as he asks.
“Good girl.”
He rubs his cock against my slit, teasing me, making me wetter and wetter for him. “Beg me again, Eva.”
“Jesus, stop torturing me. Just get on with it, will you,” I grit out.
He pulls away and fixes me with a fierce look. “Beg properly.”
“Please, Gleb, please do it,” I sob. “Please fuck me.”
He smiles a smile of such victory it burns my soul. Then he lowers himself onto me, covering me like a blanket, biting and sucking on my neck.
I moan and writhe my hips, my body joining in the begging spree.
I’ve lost the battle.
It was never mine to win.
I’m an addict as far as he is concerned.
He kisses me, a punishing kiss that takes all the air from my lungs. His tongue seeks my tongue, fights it for dominance. His eyes lock with my own as he leans his weight on his arms. “You belong to me, Elousha.”
And with those words he starts pushing his cock into me. I moan as the ridge of his piercing rubs against my pussy walls. I let out a strange feral sound as I feel every goddamn inch of him.
He doesn’t ask if I’m okay, he doesn’t need to.
I’m responding to him like a finely tuned instrument.
His instrument.
I dig my nails into his broad back as he pumps in and out of me, our bodies slapping against each other. I hiss out a breath with every brutal thrust; my cunt is taking him in, sucking his beast of a dick deeper and deeper.
“God, you feel good, Elousha,” he groans. “So fucking good.”
“You do too,” I smile into his shoulder, loving every exquisite sensation he’s giving me, how he’s stretching me and making all my nerve endings tingle.
I never want it to end.
But end it must.
An orgasm is rushing toward me like an unstoppable train.
I come, violently, jerking beneath him and biting my lips to stop myself from crying out his name.
“You’re so fucking beautiful when you climax.” He pumps harder, so hard he starts to lose his shit. I feel him swelling even more, and then filling me with his cum.
Still inside me, he rests his forehead on mine. Our sweat mingles, his breath becomes my breath, our hearts beat as one. We kiss, more gently than before. He runs his fingers up and down my sides and stares deep into my eyes, appearing about to say something... something he might later regret.
I’m suddenly vulnerable and want the Beast back again. Want his harshness to drive a wedge between us and keep me at a distance.
This softer Gleb is even more dangerous.
Dangerous to my equilibrium.
Dangerous to my fragile heart.
He’s a Vor who let my father sell me to him, I remind myself. Even though he morphs into every girl’s dream of a perfect daddy to her baby when he’s with Kir, I shouldn’t have let this transformation get in the way of my resolve.
With a grunt Gleb withdraws and flops down on the rug. We lie next to each other, silently listening to the soft sounds of Kir’s breathing coming over the airwaves of the monitor while the warmth from the fire dries the sweat from our glistening bodies.
I wriggle to my feet and reach for my clothes. I dress quickly, not making eye contact with Gleb. Except I sense his gaze on me, scorching. “Where are you going?” His voice is harsh.
“To my bedroom, of course,” I retort. “Where did you think I was going?”
His glowering expre
ssion grips my insides, twisting them into knots. I’m falling for him. Correction. I’ve fallen for him already. A sensation not unlike I imagine drowning would feel.
Sinking.
Spiraling down into the depths.
Breathe, Eva, I tell myself.
Just breathe.
He laughs, and it’s an unforgiving laugh. “No, Kiska, we do not sleep apart. I want you in my bed. Is that understood?”
I don’t answer.
I can’t.
My pulse is beating too fiercely in my throat.
Chapter Forty-Five
Gleb
The engines of Cessna private jet I chartered are making a low whooshing sound. We’re half-way into the three and a half hours flying time to Denver. I stare at the seat opposite. Empty. My kitten should be sitting there, but she’s been occupied with her mom since we took off. They’re both in the restroom, have been for the past hour or so. Apparently, Ludmila is so fucking terrified she’s puking her guts out. I’m starting to wish I’d left her behind in Fairwood; she’s about as much help as a wet rag in a thunderstorm.
I flick through The New York Times on my tablet, then turn my gaze to Yuri on the other end of the aisle. I can’t resist smiling. Kir is sitting in his lap, and Yuri is talking to him, showing him the animal pictures in a book Eva brought on board. My cute little boy is turning even my hardest boyevik to soft mushy goo...
I roll back my shoulders and close my eyes. Try and get some shuteye, Gleb. Except, I can’t stop thinking about Eva, can’t stop thinking about how perfect it is to have her in my bed at night, how damn good it feels when I thrust into her, my cock battering the entrance to her womb while I unload deep inside.
Her total submission while I fuck her is mind-blowing. But I’m not just hooked on her tight little body. Elousha is special. So fucking special I’m finding it difficult to remain detached. Sweet but also feisty... a sexy spitfire. She’s under my skin, like it says in the song, deep in the heart of me... the heart I’ve kept frozen to women all my life. I scrub a hand over my face and my belly twists into knots. It would be wrong to tie Eva to my side, even if she wanted it. And how can I be a good father to Kir?
I’m bad.
Fucked up.
I’ve done sadistic, vicious things.
And I’ll do even worse before this sorry situation with Vadim is over.
I rub at the middle of my forehead and close my eyes again. The rhythmic hum of the jet’s engines lulls me, and I fall into a restless sleep.
The stench of piss fills my nostrils.
The motherfucker Russian, one of the bastards who killed my parents, is strapped to a chair in the cellar of my safe house in London. Sweat beads the man’s upper lip and his pale eyes are white with fear.
Tom, my bodyguard, stands next to me. “You want me to finish him off, Boss?”
“No,” I growl. “He’s mine.”
Heart hammering, I raise my gun, squeeze the trigger and shoot the bastard between the eyes.
Neatly ... just like that.
My first kill.
Blood fills my vision and I scrub at the blood on my hands. I’d tortured the Russian with a knife, cutting off his fingers before killing him. He’d finally given me the names of the others implicated in the murder of my parents, thinking I would spare him. Ha!
I killed those bastards next; they fully deserved to die. And vengeance was fucking sweet.
A voice is calling to me, echoing in my head. “Gleb, are you alright?” I feel a cool hand on my cheek and open my eyes. My kitten is bending over me. “You were having some sort of nightmare, I think.”
I stare down at my hands. No blood there. Of course, not... I’d washed it off. “Recurring dream,” I grunt, only half-awake.
She lowers herself into her seat. “Mama has stopped puking.”
“Good.” I glance over to where Ludmila is sitting, Kir in her lap. I feel the sudden urge to hold my son, but I tighten my fists instead.
The memory of that blood is still too fresh. It might taint him.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” the pilot’s voice comes over the audio system. “We shall be landing in Denver in twenty minutes. Local time is three p.m. and the temperature seventy-five degrees.”
I stare at my nephew, plugged into his laptop playing computer games opposite Yuri. Daniel will be waiting at the airport to pick Brash up and take him home.
I furrow my brow. The safety of my family is paramount. Has been since I went after those bastards in London. Nothing like that train-wreck will ever happen again, not if I can help it.
I’ll make fucking sure it won’t.
“Ladies and gentlemen, please make sure your seat backs are in their full upright position and your seat belt is securely fastened,” our flight attendant announces.
Ludmila starts praying aloud as we make our descent into Denver, and I release a groan.
Three hours after arriving in Colorado, I’m showing Eva around my Beaver Creek house. “Wow, this place is amazing,” she says, staring through walls of glass and taking in the stunning mountain views. I lead her up the sweeping curved staircase to the master suite. Dmitry has already deposited our luggage in here, and she bends to unzip her suitcase. Her gorgeous butt, encased in tight blue jeans, is beyond tempting. I go to stand behind her and rub myself against her enticing ass cheeks. She straightens and leans against me, so I can squeeze her lovely tits. “So beautiful, Elousha,” I whisper in her ear. “I can’t wait to fuck you.”
She turns in my hold and lifts a brow. “We’ll need to wait until everyone’s asleep.”
“Ha, yeah,” my laugh is sardonic. Eva’s mom and Kir are sharing a room just down the corridor. Olga and Dmitry are next to them. Yuri has a room on the top floor. We’ll be living cheek by jowl with everyone here, not like in Fairwood where my staff are accommodated in a separate building. Normally, I don’t bring such a large entourage with me; usually it’s just Yuri and me.
“Your brother seems nice,” Eva says, interrupting my thoughts as she bends to unpack. “What did you tell him about us?”
“Not much,” I chuckle. “He was curious about you, your mom and Kir when I introduced you, but I told him Brash would fill him in and he’d get to know you better when he and Catrin visit.”
Eva’s gaze meets mine, and she plays with a loose strand of her hair. “What’s Daniel’s wife like? I mean, I must be years younger than her...”
I wrap my arms around my kitten, walk her backwards until I can lower myself into an armchair and sit her in my lap. “You needn’t worry about Catrin. She’s easy-going. Did I tell you she writes erotic romances?”
That elicits a giggle. “Based on her experiences with your brother?!”
“How would I know?” I laugh. “Although one time I saw some kinky shit in their playroom.”
Eva’s eyes widen, and she shakes her head. “You Sokolovs are something else...”
“Daniel’s surname is Collins now.” I hear a sound coming from the corridor. “Remind me to tell you why that is when we don’t stand a chance of being interrupted.”
The door crashes open. “Mama, Papa,” Kir runs into the room closely followed by Ludmila.
Eva wriggles to her feet and lifts our son. “Baba and I will make you some supper now, then get you ready for bed.”
A sudden idea occurs to me... a way to have some privacy with Elousha. “Come out to dinner with me,” I ask. “As soon as Kir is settled. I’ll make reservations at the best restaurant in Beaver Creek.”
I wait for her retort. Either she’s tired. Or her mom needs her. But she simply nods her agreement. It’s only when I’m standing under the shower an hour later that I realize I’d baited Eva with the promise of further information about Daniel. Strange how I feel I can trust my kitten. But I do. Call it a gut instinct, whatever. I tilt back my head and let the warm water stream down my neck.
I’m looking forward to taking her out tonight. It will be fun, and I can’t remember the last
time I took a beautiful girl on a date and enjoyed myself.
“You’re looking stunning, my sweet.” Eva is wearing the same halter neck dress she wore to Vadim’s restaurant last week. I lean and brush a kiss to her pouty lips as we get into my new Mercedes GLS SUV. Big enough for my expanded entourage; I had it delivered to the airport, so I could pick it up when we arrived. Yuri is already behind the wheel, and we set off toward the town.
Eva smooths down her skirt. “This used to be Mama’s from the time when she would compete in international ballroom dancing competitions. She was my size then.”
Elousha’s wardrobe needs replenishing, I realize. I lean toward her and fix her in my gaze. “How about I give you a credit card, and you can buy some new clothes?”
“You don’t need to buy me anything, Gleb,” she lifts her chin. “You’ve been more than generous.”
“It would give me great pleasure.” My neck muscles tighten. “I hope you will let me do this for you.”
She blushes but doesn’t say yes or no.
I’ll take that as a yes, then.
Soon we arrive at the restaurant. La Maison is one of those classy French joints owned by an executive chef where the food never disappoints. Yuri has a table on his own but within reach of Eva and me. His loyalty to me in unquestionable; he deserves a treat.
I order the foie gras paté appetizer for all of us, followed by rack of lamb served with seasonal vegetables and orange soufflé for dessert. Eva sips from her glass of rich red wine as we wait for our first course. “Brash told me his surname was changed to Collins,” she whispers, “but he didn’t say why.”
“Daniel was hiding from the mob.” I take in a breath. “And from me.”
She lets out a gasp. “Why?”
I twirl my wine flute and think about how much to reveal. “A Bratva known as the Brotherhood wanted to murder him and ended up killing his first wife, Brash’s mom, by mistake.”
“Oh, my God, how tragic,” Eva’s voice trembles.
