Unholy Tsar: A Dark Mafia Romance (Ruthless Dynasty Book 4)

Prologue

A week ago…

My back slams into the wall, sending a jolt of pain through my body. But before I can even register it, the gorgeous stranger is already crashing his lips onto mine again. His kiss is fierce, his desire evident in the way he captures my bottom lip between his teeth and gives it a sharp tug.

I whine at the mixture of pleasure and pain, my fingers digging into his firm shoulders as the coppery taste of blood beads onto my lips. He groans as he licks it off—and fuck, the low, primal sound is enough to turn me feral.

“Fuck,” I whimper, completely lost in the sensation.

At first, I was a bit hesitant, unsure of how to seduce someone so much more refined—and way older than me—but as soon as he started to reciprocate my advances, my insecurities flew out the window, and before I knew it, I was kissing him back just as hard; my hands pulling him closer to me, craving his touch.

“You must be cold,” he breathes. “Allow me to warm you up.”

My hands sink into his hair as he thrusts his tongue into my mouth.

Warm me up. Yeah, right. This isn’t warm. It’s burning hot.

“Maybe I should…” I start to say, but I can’t manage to finish that thought through his insistent kisses.

My head spins as he continues to ravish my mouth. If he didn’t have me so thoroughly pinned against the wall, I might fall into a soft puddle at his feet. I’ve never felt so… taken care of before. Manhandled. Led.

This is a different type of man than I’m used to.

And I’m all for it.

“Maybe you should what?” he asks.

“Nothing…”

I’m brought completely under his spell as his hands roam all over my body with a heat that ignites a desperate need within me. A need that has nothing to do with survival and everything to do with pleasure. One large hand cups my breast and squeezes it firmly, while the other glides down my waist, gripping my ass as he grinds his hard cock against me.

To think, less than an hour ago, I was running for my life. Then, I ran into this chest. It was clearly just as dangerous as what I was fleeing from… but a whole lot more appealing.

“I never got to thank you,” I moan. Oh God, that feels so good. Why does it feel this good? I know he’s hot, but I could hardly make out his features in that alley, and only a little bit more in the dim light of his loft apartment. Is that why I underestimated my attraction to him?

“Oh, I haven’t done anything worth being thanked for,” he grunts, “…. yet.”

Breaking the kiss, he trails his hot mouth along my cheek and whispers, “But I will change that.”

I squirm in his arms when he does something wicked with his tongue at the shell of my ear. My thoughts scatter.

His hand moves from my ass to my front, deftly flicking the button of my silky pants. The material slides down my legs easily, and he slaps the inside of my thigh just as he bites down on the tendon of my neck. I jolt in his arms, my legs automatically parting for him.

“That’s a good girl.”

He cups me through my flimsy thong and—Jesus Christ—I cry out, throwing my head back as he rubs the heel of his palm on my clit, creating a delicious friction. A maddening need coils deep inside me, and I start grinding against his hand.

“More,” I plead, unable to control myself.

“As you wish.”

He drags the flat of his tongue over my hammering pulse point as he shifts my thong, bunching it between my folds. “Look at you,” he praises. “Soaking for your savior.” His husky voice shoots straight to my clit, and I whine as I push my hip into his hand.

“You haven’t saved me… yet.” The words come out as a breathless plea, my body betraying me with its response to his touch.

He chuckles deeply, and I whine again, hating that he’s still so in control when I don’t even trust myself to speak coherently.

“Then maybe I should teach you what true salvation feels like.”

Suddenly, he pushes away from me, but before I can protest, he drags my top up and over my head, then spins me around.

“Place your hands on the wall,” he commands, but he doesn’t wait for me to follow through. Instead, he grabs my hands himself and slaps them up above my head. “Keep them there.” There’s a note of warning in his voice that sends a thrill of fear through me, and I nod frantically, not trusting my voice.

“Good. Now, let’s see what we have here…”

He unhooks my bra with expert ease and flings it somewhere behind him. Now I’m standing in front of him, naked, except for my thong. He, on the other hand, is still fully dressed. A shiver rolls down my spine at the vulnerability of it all, and then my gaze drifts to the front door where I know his guards are stationed. If any of them were to come in right now, there would be no doubt as to what we’re doing…

“Nobody would dare come in,” he says, reading my mind, his warm breath fanning the back of my neck.

Another shiver passes through me. How did he know what I was thinking? Before I can voice the question, he plasters his large body against mine, pressing me into the wall.

His erection throbs against my ass, and fuck if I don’t push back against him wantonly, all worries flying off. “How responsive. It’s like your tight little body was designed especially for me and—” His words cut off with a groan when I roll my hips against his cock. “Little tease.”

Smack. The sound of his hand coming down hard on my ass startles me more than the hit itself. I jump, my hand instinctively reaching to soothe the spot. He didn’t even give me any warning.

“Hands on the wall,” he growls, and I hesitate. Then I do as he says. “There. Just like that. Can you keep them there for me?” He caresses my ass softly. The tender touch and the praise both go straight to my head.

“I… I can…” I moan, feeling drunk.

He hits my ass again, but this time I’m prepared. I sink into the sting as he caresses the hot spot, kneading it with his giant knuckles. Slowly, the pain transforms into heat and spreads through my body. My cunt clenches tightly around nothing, aching for something to fill it. Another slap. More kneading. And another. And another. Each strike sends me into a state of euphoria. More… More…

“Look at you, pushing your hips back into my strikes. You love it.”

“I… I’m just trying to be a good girl,” I mindlessly respond. His hand tightens around my butt cheek.

“You’re going to have to throw these panties out. They’re soaked.” I glance back, but it’s too dark for me to see anything. “But that’s just fine. I can buy you a—” He trails off, his hand moving at his waist—presumably to take off his pants. I wiggle impatiently.

“Spread your legs,” he commands, rubbing the small of my back. He’s not going to take off my thong? My excitement grows as I eagerly spread my legs, wondering how he’s going to fuck me if I’m still wearing panties.

A moment later, he gathers the material in one hand and pulls it aside, then the wide crown of his cock kisses my cunt. “Ohhhh.” I moan.

He positions himself behind me until his back is pressed against mine, then he licks the shell of my ear and thrusts into me sharply. A scream rips out of my throat at the immense pleasure, the force of his thrust sending me up on my tiptoes.

He bites out a curse in what sounds like Russian, and even that sends me spiraling higher and higher. “Your pussy is strangling my cock, Malyshka. You’re so greedy for it.”

I whimper, dropping my head against the wall, wishing there was something I could hold on to. Anything.

“This is insane…” My words are so quiet I doubt he hears them. Hell, I can hardly even hear myself think.

Now that he’s inside me, he lets go of my panties and uses that hand to grip my hip. The other trails around my waist, straight to my clit. He rubs it between his index finger and thumb just as he starts thrusting his cock in and out of me. Sensory overload.

Tiny spasms tear through my body.

“You can take it,” he assures me.

“I… you… this…” I try to form coherent words, but they come out as a jumbled mess. Then he shifts his hip until his cock drags against a secret spot inside me that sends my eyes rolling to the back of my head.

Fuck, how is he so good at this?

“So tight and wet…” He rubs his thumb harder and faster against my clit, and I push my hips back against him as unintelligible sounds are wrenched from my lungs. Too much pleasure. It’s too much. Sweat slicks down my back, our skin slapping as he fucks into me with a relentless rhythm.

“Fucking hell, your pussy is tightening up on me. Are you about to cum, Malyshka?”

“Yes yes yes yes yes yes.” I chant, my hand leaving the wall to grip my hair as I lean my body into his chest. He accepts my weight with a low grunt but doesn’t stop his assault on my clit or his deep, hard thrusts.

He’s a fucking machine.

“Then cum. Give it to me.” He thrusts hard enough for my body to jiggle up. I clutch my hair tighter, my grip sending a sharp twinge of pain through my scalp. But I’m beyond caring.

I need this.

“Yes!” I scream as fiery relief explodes through me, my body convulsing around him, his tight grip the only thing holding me up.

But he isn’t satisfied.

“More,” he demands, his voice rough and urgent.

I’m helpless to do anything else but give in to the waves of intense pleasure coursing through every inch of me as I cum uncontrollably. His cock swells inside of me, growing so big that my pussy can barely flutter around it. Snarling, he drops his head into my neck as he begins to cum as well, his fingers digging almost painfully into my skin.

Fuckkk.

Our breaths come in panting gasps as we both gradually come down from our high. When my mind clears, I become aware that he’s still hard inside me.

Holy shit. I’ve never been with a man who made me cum so fast and so hard before.

And he’s still set to go for more?

“You are a fucking delight,” he rasps, his voice deeper now.

Slowly, he eases back from me, and I wince as he withdraws his cock. My thong settles back into place, and I cringe as it sticks to my wetness.

“Delicious,” he murmurs, pulling away.

As the heat of his body leaves mine, and I shift away from the wall, my brain comes alive again. I start overthinking.

I can’t believe I just had sex with a man I met barely an hour ago. Does he think I’m a slut now? Is he going to kick me out? No. He can’t. Not yet. It’s not safe out there. I just need a little more time.

That’s the reason I started to seduce him in the first place, after all—even if I never meant to take it this far.

But then again, men never keep me around for long…

“Ready for more?” he asks suddenly, though it sounds more like an order than a question.

I pause for a moment, gathering my thoughts. “You’re not kicking me out?” I ask, turning to face him.

Squinting, I try to get a better look at him. It’s hard to make out his features in the dim lighting, but what I can see now that I’ve come to my senses is enough to make my knees buckle. Chiseled. Intense. Mature. Fucking gorgeous.

“You can leave when I’m done with you, Malyshka. And I’m far from done with you.”

I swallow my gasp and raise my chin, determined to keep my composure. “You’re not done?” I scoff, my voice betraying my nervousness.

“Not with you. Not by a long shot.”

My toes curl involuntarily, and I straighten my back, bracing for what he has in store.

“Then I suggest you get on with it. I’m a very busy person.”

He chuckles and steps closer, his heat and scent enveloping me. I shiver with anticipation as he leans over to whisper in my ear, “I’m going to give you all I’ve got, little one, and it’s going to shatter you. Enjoy it while it lasts.”

An odd twinge passes through me as he pulls back. The implication that this is a one-time thing jolts me. But what did I really expect? From my experience, once a man gets what he wants, he’s already halfway out the door. I shake my head to dismiss the ridiculous hurt.

Just enjoy it, Cece. Like he said.

“You can try your best, but I’m not so easy to break,” I challenge weakly, masking the turmoil inside of me.

Because I’m already broken, not because I doubt he can do it.

He chuckles again, “Are you always this mouthy? No matter. I’ll make you see God—and you’ll spend the rest of your life pleasuring yourself to memories of tonight.”

I try to scoff again, but this time only a puff of air escapes. My heart starts racing.

I have no doubt he can do that either.

“Come,” he commands, turning away from me.

There’s no other option but to follow him. Not only because I desperately crave more of what he just gave me… but because of what waits outside, in the dark, in the cold.

I wrap my arm around my naked chest and scurry along behind him, catching glimpses of the apartment through the moonlight. The place is nice. More than nice. It screams money, even with its minimalist decor. There’s just this way a moneyed apartment looks, no matter how simple the decorations are.

And the size of it all—every open door we pass seems to lead into another world, each one more impressive than the last.

What a surprise… considering how dark and damp the alley outside is.

A shiver passes through me. For a second there, I thought I might never make it out of that alley. Then…

I shake my head, not ready to let those thoughts in. Tomorrow. I can worry about who was chasing me tomorrow.

The stranger opens a door leading to a darkly masculine room. He offers his hand to me. I hesitate; I don’t know why. We already had sex. Why am I suddenly feeling so shy?

“If you don’t want to—” he begins.

“No,” I stop him, my chin dipping to hide my shame. “I do.”

With a sharp inhale, I grab his hand and follow him into the bedroom.

He closes the door behind us.