“I was worried about you,” I admit. He smirks and shakes his head.
“I am a man, Emiliya. You do not need to worry,” he smiles sadly.
“Who is the woman that was taken?” Sergei asks bluntly, interrupting my reunion with my brother. He frightens me. Not many men scare me, but Sergei is one of the most frightening men I have ever come across. It is as if his gaze can penetrate to your soul and see everything about you with one glance. It is unnerving.
“Ashley,” he says softly, his eyes full of what I can only assume is torment.
“She is?” Sergei prompts, his eyes focused on only Yakov. My brother sighs before he begins.
“When I went to clean up Gregori’s home in the states, she was there—chained to the wall in his basement. She had a bucket to use for her waste, and it had been apparent she had not bathed in at least a month. It was deplorable. She was dehydrated and undernourished, her food and water having run out days before my arrival.
“It took me weeks to bring her physical health back. Her mental health is a different story. She is strong, not broken like I originally thought she must be, living in that situation. Somewhere along the way, I decided to keep her. She has been quiet but well behaved, reserved, and soft. Then, when I was out on business, I came home and she was gone.
“The alarm had been set when I left, but it was off when I came home. There are no security cameras, so I do not know if she left willingly or not. I know that she has a cousin, but no other family. She’s just a slip of a girl, so small and fragile. If she was taken, there is no way she could have fought anybody off.”
Tears begin to fall from my eyes at my brother’s explanation. I chance a look to Maxim, who appears devastated and bursting with anger altogether. He must be remembering Haleigh and her abduction from years past. I cannot imagine the reliving he is doing this moment. Though we are not very close, I feel the need to comfort my cousin. I don’t. Instead, I stay silent, as I have been taught to do, and I wait.
“The women need to be taken away,” Sergei announces as we all sit down. I gasp, grabbing Radimir’s hand, but he doesn’t move. He is completely motionless.
“Where?” Maxim asks, breaking the silence. I can see a sheen of sweat forming on his brow.
“Away from Russia and the U.S. We have safe house in Keiv, Ukraine. It is secluded. They will be safe there,” Sergei informs. Maxim shakes his head.
“The baby,” he mutters, sounding panicked. Haleigh is looking down at her hands, afraid to look anywhere else.
“The estate will be fully staffed, including a doctor for the women. This is what our safe house is for, Maxim. If she was indeed taken, they will come for Haleigh. Emiliya is a public figure. Once he figures out she is Radimir’s, he will gun for her next. Until we figure out who the fuck this bastard is, we cannot leave the women unprotected. That place is the most protected home under our control,” Sergei informs him. It is not an option, but an order.
I watch as several different emotions pass through Maxim’s features. Then the settles on one. Resignation. He will send Haleigh there, and I will be right beside her.
“Yes, all right,” he agrees. Haleigh’s head shoots up as tears fall from her eyes.
“I want to keep you here, angel moy, but I want you, Maks, and our baby girl safe, which is the only reason I am sending you. I do not know if someone has this Ashley girl, or how powerful he is. I will not live if you are taken from me again,” he whispers.
I know the words are meant for only her ears, but I cannot tear my eyes away. Trembling, she nods and kisses his lips softly. Cupping his cheek, she whispers something to him. It is so sweet, soft, and intimate, I feel dirty for even watching them.
“Radimir,” Sergei prompts. Without hesitation, he too agrees. He doesn’t even look to me, his eyes focused ahead of him.
“We meet here at noon tomorrow, and will take separate cars, in case we are being tailed. We will all go different routes. Alex and his partner will stay with the women as part of a front. They will run all their errands in town so that the girls or the staff are never seen in public. Once we have a better handle on where Ashley is, we will devise a better plan,” Sergei announces.
“Yakov has taken the American girl as his slave,” Radimir informs me as we slide into the backseat of Sergei’s car. We’re on our way back to our apartment.
“No, Yakov wouldn’t,” I say in shock. Radimir chuckles as he shakes his head.
“I have known your brother since he was sixteen. I think he may be more of an asshole and more controlling than even me. He likes submissives and slaves, but that girl is his slave. The way Gregori was, there is no way she would ever be anything but a slave, kotik.”
I can’t believe it. I won’t believe it. My brother wouldn’t do that to some poor girl. What that girl must have been through at the hands of Gregori, and who knows who else—Yakov wouldn’t. He couldn’t, and I don’t want to believe Radimir. He slides his hand behind my neck and squeezes gently before he speaks again.
“Don’t over think the situation, kotik. Just because she is his slave girl does not mean he treats her badly. I don’t think your brother could willingly hurt a girl under his control. It isn’t in him; and from what I could tell, it seems as though he truly cares for the little girl. If he didn’t care for her at all, he would have sold her off or just sent her home. He likes her, Em. He is blaming himself now for her possible kidnapping, and probably always will. It is his duty to protect her. Just as it is mine to protect you.”
I can’t help the crazy thoughts that swirl around in my mind. My brother likes girls that bow down for him and crawl around. Maybe she even licks his shoes? I don’t know what slave girls do, but I shiver at the thought.
“What about the wedding tomorrow?” I ask, trying to get my brother’s sexual preferences from my head.
“I called the officiant and a photographer. They will be here within the hour. Change into your pretty dress and we’ll do it now. The press will be buzzing by daylight,” he announces. I look up at him in shock.
“An hour?” I sputter, unsure that I could be perfectly presentable in an hour.
“Yes. Go quickly,” he chuckles as he slides out of the front seat of the car. I don’t hesitate and wait for him to open my door. Instead, I turn, pushing the car door open and springing into the apartment and our bedroom to dress.
I leave my long black hair straight, and apply my makeup to precise perfection; or at least, that is what I hope to have achieved. I slide the white lace dress up my body and step into the expensive robin’s egg blue high heels.
One look in the mirror proves that I indeed look as perfect as I can, with what little time I was given. I quickly walk downstairs, and my eyes clash with Radimir’s. He is standing with another man while a woman snaps my picture. I smile hesitantly as I walk toward him.
There is no music playing, no flowers or guests.
Just Rad and me.
It is more perfect than I ever imagined.
The flashy lifestyle I have led was for appearances only, at my father’s insistence. This moment, with just the two of us, is exactly what I have longed for. I only wish that Maxim, Haleigh, and Yakov were here.
They are my true family.
I close my eyes and exhale the breath I had been holding as I marry the man who owns me. The man who possesses me. The man I seduced back into my life. The man who is looking at me like I am everything. Like I could disappear at any moment.
The perfect man for me.
The man I hope will return the love I am beginning to feel for him.
An hour later, after the officiant and the photographer have left, I follow my new husband up to our bedroom. We are silent and slightly sullen at what the imminent future holds for us. Tomorrow will come far too soon.
“Take your clothes off and meet me in bed, my gorgeous girl,” Radimir instructs, his blue eyes glittery with delight.
“I have to pack, Rad, I don’t have time for s
ex right now,” I say in a rush. He chuckles right before he growls and grabs me, throwing me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.
“Radimir, you beast of a man,” I squeal, trying to sound irate. I can’t quite get there.
Radimir laughs as he tosses me on the bed, my whole body bouncing a few times before he jumps and lands on top of me. His outstretched arms stop his massive body from crushing me completely.
“I don’t know how long I will be away from you, my little kotik. I’ll chain you here if I must, but my sweet girl is going to be my little blyad until it’s time for us to separate,” he says, his voice rough and dripping with need. My whole body breaks out into a fit of goosebumps.
Radimir wastes no time stripping me of my clothes. My ears are pounding as the blood rushes through me, and I faintly hear the sound of ripping fabric somewhere in the background. It doesn’t matter, he could rip everything I own as long as he makes me feel the way I am feeling in this moment. His lips attack mine, owning me, making me bend to his will. I happily oblige.
“Rad,” I moan as his lips trail down my neck to my breast.
“I love your tits, Em. They’re so beautiful,” he murmurs against my flesh right before he sucks one of my nipples into mouth, hard. I arch toward him, wanting more, needing it.
“Rad,” I beg on a whisper, digging my nails into the back of his neck.
“Do you want me to eat that pretty pussy, or do you want to fuck my fingers?”
I shiver at his bold words.
His filthy words.
“I don’t care. I just want you, Rad,” I moan.
“You have me, moy chernovolosyy koroleva. You have all of me,” he groans.
I feel exactly like that—like his fucking queen.
Radimir slides away from me and stands before he moves my body so that my legs are hanging off of the side of the bed. I prop myself up on my elbows, confused by his actions. Then I gasp as he slowly falls to his knees before me.
Radimir wraps his strong fingers around my hips and digs them into my flesh before he spreads my legs wide. I watch in awe as he nuzzles my pussy, his nose gently caressing my clit. Then he places a soft kiss there before his eyes drift up to mine.
“I never will go down on my knees for anybody, kotik. It is as if signing a death wish in this life. Here I am. On my knees for you. I am crazy for wanting you, for needing you so badly after such a short period of time together. I don’t care. You are mine, Emiliya. I may own you technically, but you, my kotik—you already own part of my heart,” he says solemnly, softly. I don’t try to stop the tears that well in my eyes and slide down my cheeks.
“You own all of me, Radimir. You own my body. You are slowly possessing my heart, as well. This life we lead is dangerous, and we know our end could come at any time, so we must take what we can that is good, and take it swiftly. It would be too quickly for other people, but not for us, Rad. For us, it is perfect,” I whisper. I hold my breath as his cool blue eyes soften. They practically melt.
“Open your legs, my pretty kotik. Give me my pussy,” his breathes quietly. I almost don’t hear him, but I do as he wishes, spreading my legs for him.
Radimir’s tongue slides through my core and I look down at him in awe. His eyes are focused on my face while he licks my center, his tongue sliding inside of me every so often. My legs begin to shake when he sucks my clit into his mouth. Then I cry out when his tongue begins to flick my clit over and over again.
I lie back completely, my head thrashing from side to side. My mind is hazy as Radimir continues. Then, suddenly, he stops and stands up. I whimper at the loss of him; but a moment later, I am being picked up and carried to the center bed.
“I need to fuck you hard. I need to make you sore so that you remember me for days afterward,” he growls, his eyes pinning my own. I nod slightly as he surges deep inside of me.
Radimir thrusts in and out of my body so rough and deliberately that I can hardly catch my breath. I am still tender from the last time he took me roughly, but I find that it doesn’t bother me.
I like it.
I like that I make him crazy.
It doesn’t hurt much, and the way his eyes stay focused on mine, I know that he is overcome with lust for me. I love it. I love making him feel out of control. I love that I can elicit such strong emotions from him. He is the only man to ever feel this way toward me, and I revel in it. Radimir grinds his pelvis, hard, every single time he is deep inside of me. I scratch my nails down his back, feeling my body building toward my imminent release.
“I’m going to come,” I moan. Radimir grabs beneath my knees and spreads my legs wider and higher, changing the angle.
“Come, Emiliya. Squeeze my cock, kotik,” he groans, never stopping. He continues to roughly fuck my body.
I come with a cry. As soon as I relax beneath him, Radimir slides out of me and flips me over. I am boneless and exhausted; but when his lips slide down my spine, and his tongue slips inside of my core, I purr like the kotik he has named me after.
I am his pussycat.
Always.
“Your pussy tastes like fucking candy, Em,” he growls before he continues to lick me. He sucks on my clit and turns me on all over again. I find myself grinding against his face, and he chuckles.
“Tip your hips, kotik. Let me see all that pretty pink flesh you have for me,” he murmurs.
My face burns with embarrassment, but I do as he asks. I spread my knees and thighs wider for him as I arch my back and tip my ass up.
“Perfect. So perfect,” he rasps, sliding his finger through my heated and tender flesh.
“Maybe I put a baby inside of you tonight, kotik?” his voice is soft as his finger slides inside me, slow and delicate.
“Radimir,” I moan trying not to react to his baby talk.
It has been in the back of my mind since I realized neither of us have been protected, but I cannot care in the moment.
Radimir’s finger disappears and his cock plunges inside of me hard and fast. I cry out, arching my back, but he doesn’t let me relax. His hand fists in my hair and pulls my head back a little farther, his other hand digging into my hip. My body is being held perfectly still while he carnally slides in and out of me.
It hurts, and yet it feels so good, I can hardly stand it. I can feel my body climbing toward a second release, but I need more. I need him to touch me. Tears start to roll down my face and I beg for his touch, but he tells me keep quiet.
Now, silent tears stream as I am kept in a frustrated place of limbo. Then he stills inside of me. My body is screaming as it shakes, all of me begging for his touch, except my voice.
“Are you ready to come? Do you need me to touch that pretty clit?” he asks, wrenching my head back even further.
“Please,” I whisper, my lips and entire body trembling beneath him.
“Have you been a good kotik? Do you deserve it?” he asks. I can tell there is a smile on his lips.
“Rad, please, oh please,” I cry as he chuckles. His fingers release my hip and I cry harder, but this time in relief as his hand slides down my belly to my clit. His fingers hover over the place I crave him.
“Come all over my cock, Em. I want you to scream when you do. Do you understand me?” he asks, his tone harsh and demanding.
I understand him. I will do anything for him in this moment.
“Yes,” I croak.
Radimir’s fingers start to quickly tap and then slap my clit as he continues the punishing pounding from behind. It doesn’t take long before my body reacts. I fly high with my release, screaming as he requested.
Tears continue to fall from my eyes and onto my cheeks.
Seconds later, I feel him harden even more inside of me, growing and then twitching before he groans his own release. His heavy body slumps against my back as my legs buckle, and we begin to fall onto the mattress.
“Are you okay, my kotik?” he asks gently, massaging my poor, sore scalp.
“I am,�
� I say, smiling as I look up at him.
“You are so very beautiful when you cry for me, Emiliya. How will I go days, possibly weeks, without my beautiful little kotik?” he asks. I shrug.
I don’t want to think about being away from him for weeks. The few days he was gone was torture enough.
I don’t know when I became so dependent on him.
I don’t care, either. I like it.
I like the way he makes me feel.
Safe, wanted, needed, and beautiful.
THE NEXT MORNING, I pack as much as I can from my separate bedroom. I never got around to moving my things into Radimir’s master bedroom. A wave of sadness washes over me at the thought that we were not able to live properly together. Radimir slide’s his hands around my waist and rests his chin on my shoulder as I put panties into a suitcase.
“I do not like this. You leaving me,” he says. I can almost see his lips pouting with his distaste for the situation.
“I do not wish to leave,” I admit trying not to pout myself. “Will Haleigh have to have the baby away from Maxim?” I ask.
“Possibly, but I do not think Maxim will allow it. He will want to get to the bottom of this and get her back home,” he murmurs as his fingers gently grasp my stomach.
“I feel like we don’t know anything about each other, and now… we will have to wait longer to discover more,” I sigh as I continue to put clothes inside of my bag.
“Ask me what you wish to know, kotik, and I will tell you,” Radimir offers.
“I’m twenty-one, but I have never asked you. How old are you?” I turn around, looking at him.
“I am an old man compared to you, beautiful girl,” he says, avoiding my question.
“Radimir,” I almost growl. He chuckles.
“I am thirty-eight, my queen,” he says softly, his hand sliding from the side of my neck to the back. Warmth and safety surround me.
“You are an old man.” I wink and smile. Radimir just shakes his head at me.
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