Collateral Damage (Owned by the Mob 1)

by Harley Wylde

  “Myshka. Lyubimaya. Stop. Please. I want to be inside your tight pussy when I come.”

  I pulled away and wiped the drool from my mouth.

  Viktor grasped my waist and flipped me onto my back. I gasped, then giggled as he rubbed his beard along my ribs and hipbone. He placed tender kisses along my skin, traveling up until his lips closed over my nipple. The way he sucked and nipped at it had me moaning and arching my back, needing more. My clit pulsed and I was already slick with need.

  “My beautiful wife,” he murmured before teasing the other side. “So soft. Delicious. Sexy.”

  He licked between my breasts as he slipped his hand between my legs. The brush of his fingers against my pussy had me spreading my thighs more.

  “Heels on the bed. Open all the way for me.”

  I swallowed hard and did as he commanded. His thumb stroked my clit as he thrust a finger in and out of me. It felt good, so good, but it wasn’t anywhere near enough. I wanted his cock to stretch me, fill me. I whimpered and squirmed under him. Viktor gently bit my nipple as he added a second finger, curling them just enough to hit a spot inside me that had me panting and wanting to beg for more.

  “That’s it. Come for me.”

  I was close. So close.

  “Now, myshka. Come for me now.”

  My body obeyed, pleasure ripping through me and leaving me breathless. He kept working my pussy and sucking on my nipples. It felt like my orgasm went on and on, little aftershocks starting to build to something bigger. When he slipped a third finger inside me and pressed a little tighter on my clit, I screamed out his name, my release soaking the bed beneath me.

  He chuckled and kissed the side of my neck, then my lips.

  “I want you on your knees.”

  I licked my lips. “Could we… Like at the hotel in Vegas?”

  He went still, only his hand moving as he still worked his fingers inside me.

  “Are you sure, myshka?”

  “Yes, Viktor. Please. I… I liked it.”

  He released me, moving away. I felt the bed shift as he got up and heard him walk away. When he came back, I heard the clink of metal as he set the items on the bed. Part of me wanted to ask if it was wrong that I’d enjoyed it so much, but I didn’t think it mattered. Viktor had been nearly feral that night, and I shivered at the memory. I wanted that again, wanted that wildness.

  “I told you hands and knees.”

  I scurried to do as he said, sticking my ass up in the air.

  “Grip the headboard, Cerys. Don’t let go no matter what.”

  “Yes, Viktor.” My fingers closed around the wooden slats. The first slap against my pussy had me yelping in surprise.

  “Should have obeyed faster, lyubimaya. Now I need to punish you.”

  I could feel the warmth in my cheeks travel all the way to my toes. I couldn’t see what he was using on me, but it felt like a paddle of some sort. He swatted my pussy again and I spread my legs farther. My clit pulsed and I had to bite my lip so I couldn’t beg him to do more.

  The bed shifted, then I felt cool metal that clinked as he snapped it around my wrists. Handcuffs. I tugged and couldn’t break free. He’d fastened me to the bed with handcuffs. It turned me on even more.

  Viktor moved behind me, his hands spreading me wider. The wet heat of his tongue as he lapped at my pussy was almost enough to make me come. He thrust it into me before flicking my clit. When he pulled away, I wanted to cry and beg him to stay. I heard a noise I didn’t recognize, then felt his cock press against me, but it wasn’t the same as before. The condom. He must have put one on. I didn’t like the feel of it as he pressed inside me, but I knew it was necessary.

  “Hold on, myshka. Gonna be hard and rough.”

  “Please, Viktor.”

  He growled and started driving into me, each thrust deeper than the last. The headboard banged into the wall as he possessed me, claimed me, took what he wanted. He snaked a hand under my body and pinched my nipple, twisting it. The spike of pain sent a warmth through my breast.

  “Does my myshka need me to talk dirty to her?”

  I nodded eagerly.

  “My dirty girl? You’re mine, myshka. You like getting fucked, taking my cock?”

  “Yes! Yes, Viktor!”

  “My wife enjoyed her spanking, didn’t she? Likes getting that pussy smacked.”

  I moaned as he hammered into me, I couldn’t hold out another moment. I came, a loud keening sound escaping me as I nearly blacked out from the pleasure. Viktor seemed to lose complete control, his hips snapping against me, his grip on my hip almost punishing. He gave a guttural cry as he came, pounding into me until he had nothing left to give.

  Viktor slipped free of my body and I heard the pop of something. He gripped my hair and pulled my head back and to the side, then the wet head of his cock brushed against my lips.

  “Open.”

  My lips parted and he thrust inside.

  “Suck me clean.”

  I sucked and licked until every drop of his release was gone. I could hear his ragged breathing and when he freed me, he collapsed on the bed.

  “Lyubimaya, as much as I enjoyed that, I think I prefer being more gentle with you. You’re not a whore, you’re my wife. You’re precious to me. Treating you like the others… it feels wrong.”

  I tugged on the cuffs and he released me. Curling against his side, I laid my head on his chest.

  “I like the way you lose control when you have me tied down. I like that you don’t treat me as if I’ll break. When you’re like that, it makes me feel like a normal woman. Not some blind girl who has to be coddled.”

  “Then I’ll give you what you want, what you need.” He pressed a kiss to the top of my head. “You’re everything to me, lyubimaya.”

  “I love you, Viktor.”

  He tightened his hold on me, and my eyes slid shut. It wasn’t long before sleep pulled me under. But as I drifted off, I thought I heard him utter something in Russian.

  “Ya ne mogu zhit’ bez tebya.”

  I didn’t know what it meant, but I hoped I remembered to ask. It sounded beautiful.

  Epilogue

  Two Months Later

  Viktor

  Cerys hid next to a potted plant, and I couldn’t blame her. The other wives had been vicious when they thought I wasn’t listening. But I’d heard every cruel word, and they would all pay. I’d already spoken to their husbands and ensured they would be kept on tighter leashes and given fewer freedoms for a while.

  I crept up behind my wife, and slid my palm against her belly, drawing her back against me.

  “Ya ne mogu zhit’ bez tebya.”

  “Are you ever going to tell me what that means?” she asked.

  I smiled and kissed the top of her head. I’d said those words to her countless times since the first time I’d uttered them, and she always asked what it meant. It was past time for me to tell her, but I had to admit it was a little fun watching the frustration enter her eyes, then kissing it away. We’d ended up in bed nearly each and every time she asked me the meaning.

  Unless I wanted to take her in the bathroom, now wasn’t the time or place, which meant that I needed to confess what it meant. I knew she needed those words, but I’d not been ready to utter them in English just yet.

  “It means I can’t live without you.” I nuzzled her neck. “I love you, Cerys. In Russia, we don’t say that often. What I told you that night, and have said many times since, is so much more than a simple I love you.”

  She melted against me. “I can’t live without you either.”

  I rubbed her belly, wishing it was filled with our child, but the doctor had suggested we wait a little longer. Between the miscarriage and the trauma Cerys had suffered at the hands of Artur, I was more than willing to wait. I didn’t want to do anything that would harm her.

  “They don’t like me,” she said. I knew who she meant. The women hadn’t been subtle.

  “Their husbands will be h
andling the situation. None of them will be cruel to you ever again. If they are, then I will deal with them, and I can promise none of them want that.”

  She reached up and brushed her fingers over my beard. “My fierce protector.”

  “Always, myshka.”

  “I feel like I should thank my father.”

  I went tight at the mention of that man, fury filling me. “Why?”

  My tone was harsher than I’d intended and I felt her retreat a little. I soothed her with my hands and a few kisses along her shoulder, and she began to relax against me again.

  “If he hadn’t gotten into trouble with your people, then you never would have come to my house that day. We might have never met, and you’re the best thing that ever happened to me, Viktor. I would gladly endure all my father did to me all over again, as long as it meant we would be together in the end.”

  I turned her to face me, tipped her chin up, then kiss her soft and slow.

  “We were destined to be together,” I said.

  “I was just collateral damage.”

  “No, you were the prize I’d been waiting for all my life. You own me heart and soul, Cerys. My light. My angel.”

  She pressed her lips to mine, and I pulled us farther into the shadows. Maybe finding an empty bathroom wasn’t such a bad idea after all. I didn’t think I’d last much longer without being inside my woman. I needed her like I needed to breathe.

  I hadn’t saved her that day. She’d saved me. And one day we’d have the family we both craved.

  Harley Wylde

  Harley Wylde is the International Bestselling Author of the Dixie Reapers MC, Devil’s Boneyard MC, and Hades Abyss MC series.

  When Harley’s writing, her motto is the hotter the better -- off-the-charts sex, commanding men, and the women who can’t deny them. If you want men who talk dirty, are sexy as hell, and take what they want, then you’ve come to the right place. She doesn’t shy away from the dangers and nastiness in the world, bringing those realities to the pages of her books, but always gives her characters a happily-ever-after and makes sure the bad guys get what they deserve.

  The times Harley isn’t writing, she’s thinking up naughty things to do to her husband, drinking copious amounts of Starbucks, and reading. She loves to read and devours a book a day, sometimes more. She’s also fond of TV shows and movies from the 1980s, as well as paranormal shows from the 1990s to today, even though she’d much rather be reading or writing.

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  Paige Warren

  Paige Warren is a contemporary romance author who believes in happily-ever-after for everyone. Sexy, steamy stories about mobsters, cowboys, inked bad boys, and interracial couples… sometimes with a bit of kink. If you like alpha heroes and strong heroines, then you’re in the right place! No matter the odds, in a Paige Warren book, true love conquers all. Watch for Paige’s new MC Romance series Reckless Kings MC with International Bestselling Author Harley Wylde.

  When her husband, children, and furbabies aren’t demanding her attention, she’s typically either writing or reading. Paige enjoys reading a variety of genres from young adult books, to general fiction, and of course, romances! But when it comes to movies, she’s a big-time horror fan -- especially the ‘80s slasher flicks. That being said, ghostly movies are her favorite regardless of when they were made, like Rose Red or The Amityville Horror.

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