Chapter 28
Chapter Twenty-Eight
M y whole body stiffened like an electric wire had just touched my bare skin. He wasn’t saying what I thought he was saying, was he?
“He’s going to make one of you do it?”
His blue eyes cut to me. That frustration I’d seen earlier was starting to work its way back into his body.
“Me,” he grunted, never taking his eyes off me. “It’ll be me.”
I blinked, shock slamming into me. “Why-why you?”
“It’s complicated,” he said, leaning his head back.
I felt the anger start to rise within me, but I pushed it back. “Then dumb it down and explain it to me.”
He exhaled. “Between Nikolai and Lukyan, I’m the obvious choice.
The only choice, really. Nik is more than capable of handling something like this, but just because he can doesn’t mean he should have to.
As much as he tries to deny it, his heart belongs to someone else.
It has for a long time and he deserves to be free to pursue it if he wants to.
If he can get over his shit. Lukyan is…well…
Lukyan. He’s just not suited for something like this.
My youngest brother doesn’t handle responsibility well.
He’s a free spirit, live in the moment kind of guy.
He always acts first and thinks never. Something this important, with such severe consequences, can’t be left to him.
It just can’t. I love my brother, but he has a hard time taking anything seriously.
He’s more likely to fuck up the arrangement than be the solution to it.
That leaves me. If I don’t go through with the marriage, Sergei will hurt Illayana. ”
“Seriously?” I asked incredulously. “He would hurt his own granddaughter?”
“Titles like that don’t matter to a man like Sergei Volkov. He’d do anything to get what he wants. Hurt anyone . With him, there’s no limit. He wants this deal, so he’ll do whatever he has to do to get it done.”
A man like that was the most dangerous type of man in the world.
They couldn’t be trusted. You couldn’t turn your back on them.
You’d have to always be on guard, keeping an eye on everything they did because you’d never know when they might turn around and decide today was the day you’d get a bullet in the back of your head.
I stared off over the broken wreckage littering the floor, processing everything he’d just said.
He was going to marry someone else, take some prim, proper Russian woman as his wife. Someone his family would more than likely approve of.
Unlike me.
I was loud. Boisterous. Foul-mouthed. Vulgar. The list went on and on. I was the total opposite to Aleksandr in every way.
He didn’t act like it, but you just knew he came from money. That he’d been raised and taught proper manners and decorum.
He had that air about him. The one that screamed, ‘I know which one’s the soup spoon and which one’s the dessert spoon’. Whereas I would just lift the bowl and drink out of it like a glass. I wouldn’t even bother using a damn spoon.
I understood why he was doing it. What was at stake for him. That didn’t make it any easier to grasp, any easier to deal with.
Aleksandr wasn’t mine. We weren’t together. But hearing this meant he would never be mine. He would be someone else’s.
Considering how I met him, I was surprised I felt so attached to him. That the idea of him bound to another woman, marrying her, fucking her, spending his life with her made me so.. angry .
“What are you thinking? You’ve got a pretty dangerous look on your face right now.”
I inwardly winced. Yeah, I had a hard time concealing my emotions sometimes. I didn’t want Aleksandr to know any of it, to see how much this was affecting me.
I wanted—no, needed —a distraction.
“I’m thinking we should take advantage of the time we have left.”
I jumped off my seat and straddled him, enjoying the look of complete and utter surprise flashing across his face before I slammed my lips to his.
Rough hands gripped me tight, fingers digging deep into the skin of my waist. I rolled my hips as my tongue dove into his mouth, colliding with his.
Fucking hell . He tasted incredible.
I felt like I’d die if I didn’t touch him, if he didn’t touch me.
Aleksandr wound his hands through my hair and snatched my head back, making me gasp.
He ran his tongue up my neck, peppering my skin with kisses and bites.
“You think I’m this easily distracted, malyshka ?
” he tutted, a rumble of amusement leaving his chest. “I’m going to take advantage of this situation because I’m dying to have your pussy wrapped around my cock.
But don’t think this conversation is over.
” He bit down on the side of my neck, hard, and I hissed.
“You’re just a filthy little whore deep down, aren’t you? Desperate to have your pussy filled.”
I panted, my heart pounding in my chest and my body shaking as he dug his teeth into my flesh over and over again, like he wanted to mark everywhere.
“Mmm, YA lyublyu, kogda ty izvivayesh'sya dlya menya.”
Fuck, I loved when he spoke Russian. Even though I couldn’t understand a word of it, I still loved it. It gave me shivers all over my body. It could relax and excite me all at the same time.
How one voice could do all that, I had no idea.
He gripped my chin roughly, his large hand swallowing almost the entirety of my face. His eyes bored into mine, filled with so much passion and heat I thought they might devour me whole.
“I need you to know this isn’t going to be some sweet, soft, fairytale moment between us. No. It’s going to be a brutal, hard fuck. Can you handle that?”
My stomach clenched and wetness slicked down my thighs. I nodded eagerly.
He ran his tongue over my lips. “I need to hear you say it.”
“I can handle it.”
He bit my jaw lightly. “Such a good little fuck toy you are.” He wound one arm around my waist and held me close as he dug into his pocket. He stiffened, an annoyed groan falling from his mouth. “Fuck.”
“What?”
“I don’t have a condom. The one fucking day I don’t have a condom.”
“It’s fine. I have an IUD and I was tested a few weeks before I was kidnapped. I’m clean. If you are, I’m good to go without one.” I kept grinding my pussy onto his muscular thigh, panting in pleasure.
Aleksandr looked at me, eyes burning. He seemed to be having some internal debate with himself, though over what, I had no idea.
And quite frankly I didn’t care. I was so pent up, so ready for him that if I had to, I would just get myself off on his thigh if he wasn’t comfortable fucking me without a condom.
“Fuck it.” He picked me up and slammed me down onto the table. I gasped in surprise, moaning and swivelling my hips. He grabbed both of my hands and pinned them above my head, looking down at me with a smirk on my face. “Tell me, malyshka , do you like feeling helpless?”
I whimpered as he trailed one hand down the front of my body, keeping me completely restrained with the other. I strained against him, and the ease with which he held me in place fuelled the fire burning inside me.
“You do, don’t you?” he whispered in my ear, trailing his tongue over my skin. “You like knowing that no matter how much you fight me, there’s nothing you can do to stop me. I can do whatever I want to you.”
I panted, my heart beating a mile a minute as I squirmed beneath his hold. He was right. He was totally right. I did like it. I fucking loved it.
We both knew all it would take was one word from me and he’d stop straight away, but that wasn’t part of the game.
“So why don’t you do it? Fight me. Fight me like I know you want to. You won’t be able to get away, no matter what you do.”
With a man like Aleksandr, I wondered how much I could get away with. I’d tried play like this in the past, but it had never worked out. I was the one who always ended up being too rough. They freaked out when I fought them too hard.
When I said I liked it rough, I meant rough . Not just some spanking and a little choking, like most guys thought.
No. I liked to be thrown around, my clothes ripped off. Held down and fucked ruthlessly while I punched and kicked and scratched at them.
Was Aleksandr the type to be able to handle that side of me?
Time to find out.
I reared forward and headbutted him. He cursed, stumbling back as blood poured down his chin from his now-busted lip. I kicked him in the chest and climbed off the table, ready to bolt, but Aleksandr recovered fast.
He charged me, gripping me tight and flipping me over, shoving me face first into the table.
I growled, thrashing wildly, but all he did was chuckle at my attempts to get away.
“That’s it, malyshka , show me that fiery side of you.
I like it.” He held me down by the back of the neck and kicked my legs apart, using his lower half to keep me pinned to the table.
He wedged one hand between us, ripping my pants down and exposing my bare ass.
“No underwear,” he tutted, squeezing my ass cheeks painfully. “Bad girl.”
Pleasure and pain burst through me when he roughly speared me with two fingers, pumping them in and out.
“Wet for me already. You really are a dirty little whore, aren’t you?”
“Fuck you,” I groaned, pushing back against him.
He pulled his fingers out and flattened me with his body, his weight crushing me to the point that I struggled to breathe. “Look.” He turned my head forcibly to look at his fingers. “Look how wet you are. Fucking beautiful.” He shoved them into my mouth. “Suck.”
My cheeks hollowed as I sucked hard, twirling my tongue, tasting myself on him.
“Good girl,” he whispered huskily in my ear, his accent thick and rough.
My whole body shivered under his praise and that goddamn voice. He knew exactly what he was doing with it, too. Not that I was complaining.