by Jagger Cole
There’s still something so familiar to him—a place I can’t quite remember him from. A memory he keeps invading, but then disappearing from before I can focus.
“I…” my mouth closes. I peer at his face, trying to remember. My eyes center on the heat in his blues ones, desperately searching for a clue.
“Moscow,” he growls quietly.
I stiffen, and I frown.
“There was a little girl,” Kostya says softly. “A flower who didn’t deserve to be hidden from sunlight, or to be hurt the way she was.”
My pulse skips.
“A little angel, forced to live in a hell she had no business being in. And yet still, she found the beauty in the darkness.”
“Kostya…”
He lowers his gaze to his bare chest, then over to his shoulder. I follow his gaze, but suddenly, my breath catches. There’s a tattoo hidden within the rest of them I hadn’t noticed before. But now that I see it, there’s no missing it.
It’s blue and green butterfly, made to look like it’s been cut out of paper.
My heart stops. Oh my God.
“Fire fights fire,” Kostya growls gently. “Evil may defeat evil.”
My body feels like it’s floating. My head swims as I try and connect the pieces, and to process the impossible. My lungs refuse to work, and I just stare at him in utter disbelief. But slowly, it all starts to flood back. And in my mind, if I focus hard and brush away the blood, sweat, and dirt, I suddenly place Kostya’s face.
“You,” I breathe.
“Innocence saved a lost soul that day, Nina,” he says quietly.
I start to cry. The sob wrenches from my throat as I slowly shake my head. Because quite suddenly, it’s all flooding back.
“You…” I choke. “Bogdan, my stepfather. It was you that day.”
“Yes,” he groans. He reaches for my hand. I grasp his firmly, our fingers intertwining. My pulse thuds in my ears and throbs against my skin. I struggle to breath as it all spins.
“Kostya,” I whisper.
“You could have run, Nina” he says quietly.
“I—”
“You should have.”
When he growls and pulls me down into his lap, I fall willingly. I moan as I sink into him, my hands sliding over his bare chest and shoulders. I whimper, looking him in the eyes as we sit there, frozen.
But then his big hand slides into my hair. He grips it in a fist as my pulse surges. Suddenly, he yanks me into him, and I moan as my mouth crushes to his.
14
Kostya
Kissing her the first time was a promise. The second time, it’s a vow.
I groan as she sinks into my lap. My lips crush to hers, demanding them—devouring her mouth. My hands slide up her thighs, pushing the t-shirt with it. It bunches at her waist, and she gasps into my mouth.
I kiss her deeply, feverishly—swallowing her moans as she writhes against me. One of my hands stays on her hip, gripping her, my thumb dangerously close to her pussy. The other hand slides up her back. My fingers tangle in her long hair, wrapping it in a fist.
Nina moans desperately as my mouth falls to her neck. My teeth drag across her throat. My hand tugs her hair, pulling her head back as she gasps eagerly. My hand squeezes her hip and slides around to grip her ass. My muscles coil and tighten, and my heavy, thick cock surges hard against the heat between her legs.
“Kostya,” she purrs. I suck and nibble at her neck. I growl as the hand on her ass turns to grip the oversized shirt. I shove it up her body, up over her stomach and then her full tits. I groan when she presses against my bare chest—skin-to-skin—her curves against my chiseled muscles. Her nipples drag like points across my chest, and Nina gasps deeply.
I pull away from tasting her skin just enough to tug the shirt over her head. Her hair tumbles across her face and mine. But I’m quickly pushing it aside as my mouth eagerly presses back to hers.
I growl into her lips, sucking the lower one with a hunger before I move lower. Down her chin, her jaw, her neck. Nina threads her fingers through my hair as I slide my mouth lower, down her chest. I kiss and suck over the slope of one of her tits. And when I suck a nipple between my lips, she jolts like I’ve shocked her.
She moans desperately as I swirl my tongue over the pink bud before I move to the other. My hands slide lower, teasing over her ribs, squeezing her body, and gripping it possessively. I cup her ass, gripping it tight as I rock her against my thick erection. Nina’s breath catches.
“Fuck, Kostya…”
“I can feel how wet you are for me, little one,” I snarl into her skin. “Through my jeans, through your panties. I can feel how warm and eager your little cunt is for me.”
She trembles and moans. She grabs my face and kisses me eagerly, taking charge. She’s so small in my arms that the sudden power shift is almost adorable. But soon enough, she’s mine again.
My hands grip her ass, and my muscles clench. She pulls away from my lips with a gasp as she feels me lift her up. My mouth slides down her body, over her tits, down her stomach as I raise her up. Her tummy caves beneath my lips, but I keep going lower.
“I—I’ve never—”
“I know,” I growl into her hip. My hands are gripping her ass, and I slide a thumb under the strip of panty between her legs. For the very first time, I feel her hot little pussy, and I groan in anticipation of having more. I can feel how slick and dripping wet she is—how velvety soft her lips are against my thumb.
Ignoring the pain from my wounds, I whirl with her in my arms. She coos eagerly as I push her back across the bed and grip the front of her panties in my hands. I yank them down to her knees, then the rest of the way off, until she’s utterly naked and open before my hungry gaze and throbbing hard cock.
I pause, my pulse racing. My eyes slide over her, devouring every fucking inch of her beauty—every curve, every crevice, every goosebump on her skin. But then, I can’t hold back another moment.
I drop to my knees on the floor and grip her thighs in my hands. I shove them wide apart and push my head between them. She whimpers at the feel of my hot breath on her bare cunt. But then, I’m not teasing anymore.
My mouth covers her pussy, and she shrieks in pleasure. My tongue drags purposefully through her lips, parting them as it flicks over her clit. I groan deeply at the honey-sweet taste of her little pussy—the way she instantly floods my chin with her cream.
My cock surges between my legs, and then I truly start to taste her.
“Kostya!” She cries out as my tongue plunges into her. I’m not gentle. I’m not delicate. I devour her pussy. I fuck her deeply with my tongue and suck her clit between my lips. My thick fingers slide into her, and she squeals in pleasure as she rocks her hips up for more.
I rub against her g-spot as I suck her clit, dancing my tongue across it. I groan savagely into her pussy, slurping hungrily at her wetness, like I’ll never get enough.
And I won’t—I know with the first taste that I will never have my fill of this girl.
My big hands grip her thighs, her legs wide and her feet high in the air. Nina undulates and writhes on the bed, gripping the sheets with one hand and my hair in the other. Her hips roll against my mouth, and she pants my name breathlessly as I fuck her with my tongue.
I trace my tongue lower, and her body stiffens and bucks hard.
“Oh fuck! Oh… what… oh fuck!”
My tongue swirls around her asshole before I tease her tight little hole with the tip. I push, teasing her, showing her I crave every fucking inch of her. She quivers and then opens slightly for me. And when I start to fuck my tongue in and out of her, her moans fill the windowed office.
I drag my mouth back to her clit. I suck the little button between my lips and roll my tongue over her. I grip her thighs tightly, shoving them wide apart and snarling into her cunt as I demand the pleasure from her body.
I want her cum. I fucking need her cum on my tongue.
She’s mewling and
gasping, going to pieces under my mouth. I swirl my tongue around her clit and groan deeply. And suddenly, her hips buck against my face.
“Kostya—!”
She cries out as she starts to come. Her moans fill my ears, and her hips push her pussy against my mouth. I growl, ceaselessly sucking and tonguing her clit as she comes hard against my mouth. Her sweetness coats my tongue and my chin, and I groan as I drink down every drop.
I pull away and nibble at her thigh, making sure to leave a mark. She shivers and raises her hips, and I grin to myself. Greedy, greedy girl.
I move up to slide over her. But suddenly, she’s bolting from the bed and crashing to me, like a little ball of pure energy. She lunges into me, making me groan and fall back on my ass as she climbs into my lap.
Her mouth crushes to mine, and she kisses me desperately. I know she can taste her own cum on my lips, but she only seems to kiss me harder for it. Her hands drop to my jeans, yanking at the belt. When she seems stuck with it, my hand joins to help.
I tug my belt open, then my jeans. Nina moans into my mouth as her hand slides down my abs, into my jeans and boxers. She trembles against me and lifts her tight little ass to push my pants lower. I help, shoving them down my legs and kicking them away as she settles back onto me.
Instantly, she gasps when she feels me hot, hard, and thick against her bare, slick cunt. She whimpers breathless, dropping her eyes down between us. Her face burns red, and her lip’s stuck between her teeth.
She looks nervous. But she also looks eager, and hungry. She grinds her slick pussy gently against my thick erection. Nina moans quietly.
“Kostya—”
“I know you never have, Nina.”
“I—you’re so big…”
I groan as my hands slide around to grip her hips. I lean close to her ear, breathing against her neck.
“I know you can fit me, angel…” I growl thickly.
She shudders, trembling against me. I can feel the flood of even more wetness between her legs, and I feel the desperation in the way her hips rock.
Slowly, Nina raises up. She looks up at me. Her eyes are hooded as I reach between us and grip my cock. I rub the swollen head against her clit, and she moans. I center myself between her velvety lips, my pulse racing. Nina’s arms wrap around my neck, and she drops her mouth to mine, kissing me slow and deep.
“I want you to have me,” she gasps quietly. “I want to feel you—oh fuck…”
She moans when I push my head into her. She’s so fucking tight, and my cock is very, very big. But I feel her opening for me. I can feel her pretty pussy stretching around my thick head. She slides lower, taking an inch, and then another. Her slick heat envelopes me, making my head swim.
Nina crushes her lips to mine. She pushes down with her hips, and her hot cunt slides even further down my cock. It’s taking all I have to not grab her and shove myself balls-deep in her sweetness. But I hold back. My fingers dig into her skin, my teeth drag over her neck.
Nina pushes again. She whimpers as she sinks lower and lower. I hiss against her shoulder until she has almost all of me inside.
“Are you—”
I lose control, and I snap. I grab her ass, snarl, and I rock my hips up. The last two inches of my thickness plunge into her, and Nina squeals in pleasure.
“Oh my fuck, yes!”
I groan into her tits, snarling as my cock surges so deep inside her hot little cunt. She’s so tight—so slick, so sweet, so perfect. She’s a heaven I’ve never felt before.
My hands slip under her ass, gripping her tightly. She slides up, her breath catching as her lips cling to my shaft. At the tip, her eyes raise to mine. I hold her gaze, our foreheads pressed together as I bring her back down every inch. Her face caves, her breath staggered as she slides down.
With a moan, her lips crush to mine. Her walls squeeze me, and I start to lift her again. But her hips take over. She slides up, and then pushes back down to take me deep. Her pussy ripples and clenches around my thickness. Her body writhes against mine. Her skin is slick and warm against my muscles, and her mouth is hungry for mine.
She moves faster, her hips getting more aggressive as she gets used to the size of me. I slip a hand down between her legs, feeling where we meet. I groan as I thrust up into her, feeling her soft lips stretch so lewdly around my girth.
My hands move to her ass again. She bounces faster on my cock, kissing me deeply. My hips thrust up, pounding my cock into her. Her head lolls back, her tits pressed to my chest. She moans louder and louder as she rocks and bounces on my dick. Until suddenly, she shudders. Her body ripples against mine. Her hot little cunt clamps down on my cock and she’s coming, hard.
“Kostya!” She screams before she slams her lips to mine. She moans into my mouth as she slides all the way down my cock. I can feel her pussy spasming and flooding my balls with her cum.
Feeling her come for me is the last I can take. The beast inside of me suddenly snaps, and the restraints I’ve tried to keep in check shatter.
With a roar, I lift her and turn us around. I push her back across the bed, move between her legs, and lay my heavy cock across her swollen, pink pussy. I slip the head down and ease it in. Her legs spread wide around my muscled hips. And then suddenly, I ram my cock deep inside of her.
Nina screams in pleasure, arching her back. Her ankles lock behind my back as I move over her. My big hands grip her hip and her cheek, our eyes locked. My hips thrust, my thick cock driving deep into her over and over. I snarl, kissing her mouth hard enough to bruise as I rut into her, like an animal.
Like I’m breeding her—claiming her as my own.
She wraps her arms and legs around me, moaning like mad into my ear. Her nails drag down my back, and my hips roll again and again. My cock plunges wetly into her, pounding her little pussy hard and deep. Until I can feel my balls drawing up.
Nina explodes beneath me. Her pussy clamps down on me. Her orgasm ripples through her body. And this time, it drags me into the release with her. I groan and push as deep as I can possibly get. My balls swell and my cock surges. Suddenly, I’m flooding her pussy with my cum.
My hot seed pours into her, spilling deep and filling her. My mouth bruises to hers. Our breaths mingle, and her arms and legs lock around me.
“Mine,” I groan into her lips.
“I always was,” she whispers. “I was just waiting for you to find me.”
I kiss her deeply as I sink into her again because we are far from done…
15
Nina
You might not realize there’s been a ringing in your ears for your entire life until it suddenly turns off. Or you might not understand how limited your sight has been until someone peels the blinders away.
You might not know what sweet is until someone gives you your first taste of sugar or know what it is to be warm until you step in front of fire for the first time.
When I’m lying in bed, in Kostya’s big, powerful arms, that’s exactly how I feel—like I’ve been in a cave, never knowing what the outside world tasted and smelled like. Like I’ve been living a play of my own life, and I’m only now stepping off the stage into reality.
It’s not that losing my virginity just now has given me superpowers or something—at least, I don’t think so. But he’s done something to me. He’s changed me.
When I was living in Bogdan and Dima’s home, I built a fortress around myself. I walled my heart off and guarded my thoughts and emotions. I taught myself not to smile—not to hope, or dream. I did all of this to survive that hell, but those walls stayed up. Even after finding my new life here in Chicago, with Viktor.
But Kostya’s broken down the walls I put up those years ago. He’s smashed them to rubble at my feet, making me bare to him. But I’m not scared anymore. I’m not worried about the lack of cover or protection. Because for possibly the first time in my life, I know I don’t need them.
My heart doesn’t need to be walled. My hopes, dreams, and e
motions don’t need to be watched and cautioned. With a grin, I turn my head, looking up from his chest into his eyes. For the very first time, I feel truly safe. I think I’d always feel safe with him.
Kostya shifts under me. His huge hand gently rubs up and down my bare back. The mix of raw power and gentle caress that he’s capable of makes my skin tingle. It makes my heart race and my core throb with desire.
I shift, dragging my nails over his rock-hard chest and abs. My leg is till draped across him, and I hook my ankle under his far leg, like I’m attaching myself to him.
“You don’t need to worry, you know,” Kostya growls quietly.
I smile curiously and look up at him. “About?”
“About losing me. Of my letting you go.” He gives a rare smile, melting me. “I’m not letting go, Nina. Not ever.”
I blush and smile. He leans close, cupping my face as he lowers his mouth to mine. I kiss him back eagerly, tasting his tongue with mine. His hands tighten on me, drawing me tight against his body.
When I pull away, my heart is racing. But for a second, the real world reminds me that it exists, too. I frown.
“What’s wrong?”
“I just realized I haven’t called Viktor to, you know, let him know I’m alive.” I frown. “God, I’m a terrible sister.”
Kostya smiles and pushes my hair back from my face. He kisses me again before I pull back again.
“Shit, my phone is back at—”
“I took it with us.”
Kostya stretches, turning to reach into the bedside table drawer. He turns back and pass me my phone.
“But,” he growls with a warning tone in his voice. “I don’t think you should.”
My brow knits. “What? Why not?”
Kostya’s jaw clenches. “Because someone is after you. A wolf. A hunter.”
I smirk. “Yeah, and he just got me.”
