He lightened his touch on her ass, skimming his fingertips along the curves. “It means sunshine. That it what you have always been to me. An unexplained light in a world of blackness.”
Chapter 3
Well, damn.
She’d thought he had a crush on her, but that was just…
Stunning.
She wanted to say creepy, but it didn’t fit. The Russian was intense, dark and brooding. But not creepy. He’d actually shown remarkable restraint for someone who’d been slightly obsessed with her.
Maybe she would throw him a bone. Solidify his affection to make sure he got her out of this alive. She slid down in his grasp and lowered to her knees.
His breath shuddered audibly.
She bit his crotch through his pants. “Open them,” she commanded, the power at their change in position already coursing through her.
He let out a long, slow curse; something in Russian that translated nonetheless.
She nipped again.
His fingers rushed to undo the button and zipper and he shoved down his pants and boxer briefs enough for his long cock to spring free.
She desperately wished she had the use of her hands, because she would use them to make this the best freaking blowjob of his life, but she’d have to rely on her mouth alone. She parted her lips and took just the first half of his head into her mouth, sucking on it like a lollipop.
Yuri groaned. He gripped his cock with one hand to hold it still for her. “You don’t—” he rasped, breaking off when she took his cock all the way to the back of her throat.
“You don’t have to—”
“Jesus Christ, Yuri!” a male voice grunted from the doorway.
Yuri’s hand suddenly tangled in her hair, shoving her roughly onto his cock, like he’d been forcing the thing the whole time.
She didn’t bother turning to see which of the two goons had become their audience. The shocked awe in his voice told her just how erotic a scene she made, her skirt still tangled around her waist, leaving her bare, whipped ass on full display while she sucked off their comrade. All she knew was that having an audience didn’t diminish her sense of power or her interest in continuing with her task. Nipples tight, pussy pulsing, she applied a strong suction, hollowing out her cheeks as she lifted her eyes to watch Yuri’s face.
“Only you would have a girl sucking your cock minutes after you whipped her with your belt. Aren’t you afraid she’ll bite it off?”
A muscle ticked in Yuri’s face, his brows drawn together tight, breath short. He reached a hand behind him and produced a pistol. “I have the gun.” His guttural voice strained, showing his rapid loss of control. She thought he might point it at her head, which actually made her pussy soak with excitement, but instead he pointed it at his friend. “Get out.”
His friend—Freddo, she thought—chuckled, and he must have left because Yuri sagged a bit.
“Lucya. Lucya.” His version of her name was growing on her. The gun disappeared behind his back and he gripped her nape and pulled her back at the same time as he stepped away, removing his cock from her mouth. He hauled her up to stand. “I know what you’re doing.” The strain in his voice made it sound like pulling out of her mouth had nearly killed him. “You don’t have to. I gave you my word I would protect you. You don’t have to do this.”
Her disappointment smacked her with the truth of the matter. I wanted to suck him off. Even after he’d just whipped her raw. She’d lied to herself about it being necessary. Her pussy flooded with heat.
Even the whipping now seemed like some act of eroticism rather than violence.
I could’ve made you like it, too.
She suddenly had no doubt that was true, even though she couldn’t picture any circumstance where she’d want to have a man’s belt slapped across her ass.
So she dropped back to her knees and stuck her tongue out long, waiting for him to use her mouth as he pleased.
“Fuck, Lucya. Fuck.” He fisted his cock and ran the head over her extended tongue, groaning. “Take it. Take it deep.” The guttural command made her pussy clench, muscles spasming with excitement.
She took his cock into the back of her throat, gagging a little, but forcing herself to relax.
“Good girl,” he crooned in his sexy accent while he rocked his hips forward and back, plunging in and out of her mouth like it was nothing more than a fuck hole.
Never in a million years would she have thought she’d like this scenario—being used like an object, her hands bound behind her back, a man’s huge cock plunging so deep it choked her, but she didn’t just like it. She loved it. Only because it was Yuri. Crazy, intense, ecstatic Yuri. Hearing his ragged breaths, his groans as the movement became more jerky, made her own hips jerk forward on air. Seeing the raw need scrawled across his face gave her ego a rocket boost.
“You want me to fuck you with my cock?” he asked thickly, still rocking in and out of her mouth. “To fuck that beautiful little pussy of yours?”
She didn’t answer, not really sure if she wanted that. Sex was something different than being used this way.
“I’ll fuck you hard and deep,” he promised, as if those words were supposed to turn a woman on. Except they did. “I’ll make you come fast. Pinch that clitty until you come all over my cock.”
She slid her tongue underneath his length, lapping him with it as she sucked with her cheeks.
“Lucy, I have a condom,” he rasped. “Let me fuck that pussy.”
The fact that she actually would have no control if he decided to fuck her at that point wasn’t lost on her. She was bound at his feet. He had a gun, not to mention hands that looked like they’d delivered death in a multitude of ways. Nothing would stop him from doing anything he wanted with her, but here he was, pleading. Yes, begging her to let him fuck her.
She pulled her mouth off his cock with a pop and sat back on her heels, looking up.
“Yes?” The excitement in his eyes almost made her smile, but he had her up and spun around before she could even shape her mouth.
On the bed she went, onto her knees with her torso pressed down on the mattress, ass high in the air. It was the most humiliating pose he could have chosen, and yet somehow seemed exactly right. Yuri crawled up behind her. She heard the snap of foil and only a half-second later, the sheathed head of Yuri’s cock parted her lips.
Patience, much?
He rubbed it over her slit, up to her clit and back again, sending spasms of pleasure shivering down her inner thighs. “Can’t wait,” he grunted, and plunged his cock into her tight channel.
She whimpered and he held still, hands gripping her hips, but not moving her.
“Sorry,” he muttered. “I’m too big. You’re so tight.” As promised, he reached around and sought out her clit, still not moving inside her as she adjusted to his size. The moment he rubbed the sensitive bundle of nerves, she moaned, wriggling, desperate for him to move.
“Ready now, solnishko?”
“Fuck me, Yuri,” she panted.
“Jesus, fuck.” His fingers tightened on her hip and he withdrew and drove in again, all the while tapping her clit with two fingers, almost like he was slapping it.
“You want it hard, baby?”
Did she want it hard? She wasn’t so sure about that. She had to admit her previous sexual experience hadn’t been that varied or fulfilling. Hard didn’t sound like a good thing… but Yuri probably knew how to make hard good.
Sweat beaded on her forehead as he bumped in and out of her, still slapping her clit. She wanted more of something. “Yeah,” she panted.
He abandoned her clit and gripped both her hips, driving in deep. He seemed to know exactly what angle to stroke into her, because the head of his cock was hitting what must be the elusive G-spot that had previously meant nothing to her.
She came undone. Her toes curled, thighs spasmed, pussy gushed. She gave a shriek of alarm as Yuri continued to plunge down into her depths, drawing out her
deepest animal self—one she’d never known existed.
“Fuck…” she whispered, about as eloquent as he was now.
“You like it hard, baby?”
“Yeah,” she whimpered, still wanting more, despite the fact that it was already way too much.
“Holy shit, Freddo wasn’t kidding.” The voice from the doorway only came through in a haze and Lucy didn’t care in the slightest that they had an audience. In fact, she welcomed it, some unknown exhibitionist inside her whooped and swung her panties around her finger, loving being the center of the show.
“Getthefuckout,” Yuri growled.
After a whistle and a chuckle, the door clicked shut.
She arched her ass to Yuri, eyes rolling back in her head as he continued to rock her world with each skilled stroke of his cock.
“Who knows how to fuck your pussy, Lucya?”
Oh Jesus, really? Was this some kind of gangster pride thing where she had to say his name while he fucked her?
She tried to ignore him but he changed the motion, adding a swing and sliding her hips up to meet his. Her cry sounded like complete panic. And maybe panic had taken hold; the loss of control, the sheer desire and need for completion overpowering all other mental or bodily function.
“You want to come, Lucya?”
“Y-yes,” she gasped.
Somehow he kept up the motion but also still managed to reach around and pinch her clit—just a squeeze, and then he released it. “Whose cock are you going to come all over?”
“Yours!” she shouted, no hesitation this time, not when she was so. Damn. Close.
He squeezed and released her clit again. “Say my name, baby.”
“Yuri! Yuri’s cock, oh God, please, yes!”
He squeezed and held, and she spasmed around his manhood like her life depended on pulling it deeper.
The minute Lucy started to come, he lost control, coming like a freight train right behind her. He buried himself to the hilt and stayed there while he spanked her clit with a rapid tap-tap-tap and her pussy responded with squeeze after squeeze.
He never wanted to pull out. Never wanted to separate his body from hers. Only wanted to hear that sexy voice pleading his name for the rest of his life.
“I would fuck you all night long if I could,” he rumbled, bumping her reddened ass again with his loins. “I’d teach you to scream my name until you went hoarse.”
A sound came out of her—he couldn’t tell if it was laughter or sobs, so he pulled out and helped her onto her belly. She groaned, as if her body ached, but her eyes were dry.
“Tell me you’re okay. Did I hurt you?”
“My arms hurt,” she mumbled. Her cheeks were flushed, hair mussed, some of it rubbed free of her pigtails.
“I’m sure they do.” He removed his condom and disposed of it, refastening his pants. With the razor-sharp hunting knife he kept in his pants pocket, he cut her wrists free and rubbed her arms. She winced and gasped as the blood no doubt rushed back into them. “Hey, Tommy,” he called out. “Bring me the duct tape.”
Tommy appeared in the doorway and tossed the roll to him. “Why’d you cut her free?”
“New position,” Yuri grunted.
Tommy looked at them with a mixture of interest and revulsion. “Maybe I’ll take a turn with her—”
“No. No turns with her.”
“Why not? You got a thing for her? Ah?”
“No turns.” He made his voice hard and flinty. It wasn’t hard to play crazy Russian with them, especially over this issue. He would legitimately go bat-shit crazy on their asses if either one of them tried to touch her. Fortunately, they both knew him to be stubborn, violent and mostly insane, so his behavior didn’t come across as out of character.
“Okay, whatever.” Tommy retreated, obviously not willing to fight him over her.
Lucy, however, looked appropriately frightened.
He pulled her wrists in front of her and wrapped them with the tape, all the way to the fingertips to keep her from using her digits to open doors or whatever other mischief she might attempt. “I will fucking kill them if they touch you,” he promised in a dark, low voice. “I wanted to shoot them both for seeing you like that.”
She regarded him, the disheveled hair even more adorable than usual.
“But maybe it’s something I have to get used to. Because you liked it when they watched, didn’t you, Lucya?” He’d noticed how her excitement level had grown each time they’d had an audience. “I should spread you across my lap and teach you what happens when you make Yuri jealous.”
“Do you always refer to yourself in the third person?”
He grinned despite himself and tapped her nose. “You’re cute when you sass me.”
She studied him with her intelligent brown eyes. Even though her eyes were dark, her skin was pale, with a smattering of copper freckles he hadn’t noticed in the dim light of the Blue Turtle. He wondered what her natural hair color was. Probably honey brown, like her brother. He tugged the rubber bands out, freeing the pigtails, and tousled her hair to make it settle down.
“What does happen when I make Yuri jealous?”
His smile grew wider. He fucking loved it when she flirted. He’d never in a million years expected her to drop to her knees and offer to blow him. Especially not after he’d punished her. Despite the fact that he’d just orgasmed, his cock jerked with renewed interest. He pulled her across his lap and stroked her reddened ass. “I will spank you,” he said, his mother-tongue growing thicker with lust. “And then I will discipline you here.” He parted her cheeks and wiggled the pad of his index finger over her anus.
She gasped and squeezed her cheeks together, as if to force him out.
“That’s right, beautiful girl. You will get your ass fucked by me. Maybe with my thumb. Maybe my cock. Maybe I will make you wear a plug to remind you not to make the Russian mad.” His middle finger strayed between her legs, brushing over her juicy pussy.
She made a little mewl, humping his lap.
He squeezed and kneaded her ass.
“You’re crazy,” she panted.
“True.”
She rolled her shoulders slightly on the bed, twisting to look back at him. “It’s mostly an act though. Right, Yuri?”
His breath stalled in his chest with shock.
The only other person who ever saw past the crazy Russian act was his mentor, Leo. The man who’d tried to rescue him from mafiya madness. That the woman he’d give anything for had also seen the real him made his chest feel like it would explode. Not even he knew who the real him was.
Still, he deflected. “Don’t count on it.” He stroked her ass, dragging his palm down toward her thigh like he was smoothing feathers. “You’re not afraid of me, are you solnishko?”
It didn’t matter what she said. He knew she wasn’t. She lay relaxed over his lap, glowing in a post-orgasmic languor that she’d let him give to her. Even so, a surge of satisfaction shuddered through him when she shook her head.
He squeezed her butt cheek roughly. “I am crazy, solnishko. Crazy for you.”
He watched her brow furrow, as if the reality of her position had seeped back into her consciousness. “What’s going to happen to Jake, Yuri?”
His mouth tightened as he lifted her back to sitting. “Hopefully, Jake will produce the money he owes Don Diego.”
“It was stolen. He told me the drugs were stolen and that’s why he doesn’t have it.”
Yuri had already figured it was something like that. Guys with half a brain don’t stiff the don unless they really can’t help it. “He needs to make contact with us. Give us an update on how he plans to repay the money. If he doesn’t, bad things are supposed to happen to you.”
She moistened her dry lips with her tongue and he scrambled up to find her some water, cursing himself for not taking better care of her basic needs. “But you’re not going to let them.” She said it like a statement, not a question.
Her s
eeming faith made his chest fill with a foreign feeling—pride. He held a bottle of water to her lips and waited while she sipped. “That’s right.”
She searched his face, as if trying to determine whether to believe him. He did his best to give her his most solemn, trustworthy expression.
“How does a Russian end up with the Italian mob?”
He shrugged. “La Famiglia is no different than Russian mafiya.”
“So, you used to be in the Russian mafiya?”
He blinked, not wanting to offer her any piece of his jagged past. “Da.”
“In Russia?”
“Da.” He wound a loop of duct tape around her bound wrists and secured her to the headboard. “Don’t move.”
“That’s really funny, asshole.”
He gave her ass a slap—no, less a slap than a tap—symbolic rather than pain-inducing. “Watch your mouth.” He headed toward the suite for some food.
“Or what?” she called after him.
He stopped and looked back at her, forcing back the smile that had automatically sprung to his lips when he’d realized she was flirting again. “I will peel those cheeks apart and fuck your ass.”
Her squirm made the threat worth it. She squeezed her ass cheeks and thrashed her legs on the bed, which made his cock lean heavily against his zipper, eager for another round. He watched her long enough to produce a lovely blush, then withdrew to the living room for the food he’d ordered.
Provide for. Protect. Claim.
She called forth all his basic caveman desires and right now, he needed to feed his beautiful female.
Yuri carried a tray of food into the room and set it on the bed beside her. She’d been trying to work her skirt down with her elbows, since her hands were useless. He scowled at her actions and yanked the skirt back up to her waist.
“Leave it. I like to look at that beautiful pussy.” He shoved her thighs apart and just stared down. “That, I could look at all night.” He squeezed his bulging erection through his pants. “But I’d never be able to leave you alone. I’d fuck you all night and my friends would catch on.”
“Catch on to what?” Her voice sounded hoarse with the anticipation of what she already knew he’d say.
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