Chapter 19
CHAPTER
NINETEEN
GEORGIA
Terror is a feral beast unleashed inside of me. But behind the terror is something different all together. Something unexpected. Arousal.
Andrei leans forward, his lips brushing the shell of my ear as he whispers in a disarmingly gentle voice, “How should I punish you, my little captive? Are you going to suck me off, or is it time I claimed that sweet pussy for my own? Or if you feel like getting kinky, I could start with your ass.”
A shiver scatters through my body, but I manage to choke out, “You’re… you’re bleeding,” His eyes flash a shade darker and I realize my error in pointing out my transgression.
“And whose fault is that?” He slips a finger under my chin and raises my head. His thumb toys with my bottom lip, rubbing it suggestively. A harsh promise of what's to come. “Lucky for you, the bullet just grazed my shoulder. I’m alive and well and ready to dole out your punishment.”
His words create a heavy ache in my core, molten heat pulsating deep inside me.
With one hand still around my throat, Andrei’s other hand caresses my shoulder for a moment before brutally ripping my right tank-top strap straight off.
Before I can blink, he’s done the same with the other side, pulling down my tank top, exposing my breasts completely.
My pants are the next to come off, leaving me only in a thong.
“Better,” he observes darkly.
“I’m sorry.” I don’t know why I bother apologizing. It will not buy his forgiveness, but I need to appease him because his heavy-lidded gaze is beyond menacing—promising terrible things to come.
“Your words mean nothing.” His powerful thigh settles between my legs. Releasing my throat, his thumb invades my mouth. “Show me how sorry you are?”
I reach for the fly on his pants, but he stills my hand, pressing his leg hard against my core. “Debase yourself, krasotka. Show me how desperate you are for my forgiveness.”
Understanding blooms. Andrei will not be satisfied with an apologetic blowjob underneath the oaks and maples. He means to make me pay. To make me feel ashamed. The most painful punishment there is.
I shake my head furiously as his thumb continues to twist in my mouth. But with every tense moment, my shame transforms into something else. Something hungrier, something dark and pulsating with need.
“Come on me,” he commands. “Show me what a good little whore you are.”
The top of his thigh nudges between my legs. It’s horrible to think of coming like this, rubbing against him like an animal. Humiliating. And yet my hips move against him as if by their own volition. His eyes come alive, watching me rub wantonly against his leg like a dog.
“Good girl. Look at what a slut you are… just for me,” he hisses, his hand fisting in my hair.
Desire courses through me. Grinding against him, every glance of my clit against the rough material of his jeans is sweet relief. My body craves this release as much as it does my next breath. He pulls back, his gaze zeroing in on where I am taking my pleasure against his leg.
“Beg me to come,” he says, voice tight.
“I can’t…”
“Beg me!”
“Please, Andrei, please let me come on you.”
Even through the material of my thong, a wave of pleasure builds with every undulation of my hips, the mounting pressure of release close at hand.
Andrei presses his leg harder against me, and I’m like a bomb about to detonate.
I bury my face into his shoulder, crying out as the orgasm overtakes me—pleasure blasting through me in scorching waves as every muscle in my body contracts and then releases.
I don’t know how long I stay hovering in this strange otherworldly space, but when I finally lift my head from Andrei’s shoulder, he tips my face up to his, searching my eyes. “You want out of here so badly you’d be willing to kill me?”
“I never meant to shoot. My finger slipped,” I say, cringing at my stupidity. I step back to assess his injuries, but I can barely make out the spot of blood on his dark t-shirt. Either it really is a graze wound or he’s made of titanium and can’t be killed like the Terminator.
“I…” The words get caught in my throat. I want to tell him yes, I really want out of here, and far from the world of the bratva. “I want my freedom.”
His finger brushes down my cheek, eyes solemn. “Freedom is such an objective word. If I let you go, are you really free? Or are you shackled to your fears, to family obligations, to making others happy? What do you really want, Georgia?” His eyes burn into mine, his face dark and inscrutable.
I shake my head, at a loss. I’ve never spent a lot of time thinking about what I want, because it never mattered. My life has been more about what I’ve had to do than what I desired.
“I want to paint.” The words fall out of my mouth before I can process them, but Andrei doesn’t laugh at me. He doesn’t move a muscle. “I’ve never really had the chance. I would just like to try it. I’m sure I’d be terrible—”
“Stop. You’d be wonderful, krasotka. Like you are at everything.
Even shooting a gun.” His lips twist up and amusement dances in his eyes.
I wonder why he’s being so nice to me. I can handle the beast, but this gentle version of Andrei destroys me.
“You underestimate yourself time and time again. Do you really think I’d allow you to work for me if I didn’t think you could do it?
I’ve trained hundreds of soldiers in my life—after fifteen minutes in their presence I know who is capable of what, and who I can trust. And I know you are capable of anything.
” My heart beats frantically in my chest and I feel a pull of pleasure at his words.
“If you want to run and hide in the woods, I’ll grant you your freedom.
But if you’re only running because you don't think you are capable, I want you to think again.”
Did I just hear him correctly? He’ll give me my freedom if I just ask?
But his offer gives me pause.
I want my freedom more than anything, but where will that leave me? Oleg won’t stop hunting us. My dad and I will have to leave our whole life behind and live on the run, always looking over our shoulders. It’s not truly a life.
I look up at Andrei, his handsome face almost blinding in the early summer light. I can’t believe what I’m about to say.
“I’ll see this mission through with you. I’ll try my best, I will. If I'm successful, I want freedom for me and my father. And when you destroy Oleg Antonov, I want to dance on his grave.”
His jaw flexes, a momentary shadow crossing in front of his face before he nods once.
“I promise you, but Georgia,” he reaches out, his hands blazing a trail from my neck down to my waist, where he grabs me and pulls me against him.
“Enough games. While you’re here, you are all mine. I own every inch of you.”
A shiver coasts down my spine. I can’t fucking resist this man any longer, so I’m just gonna have to stop trying.
ANDREI
She crashes her lips against mine, her tongue sliding into my mouth. I guess that means she’s onboard.
Thank fuck.
I almost have to laugh at the situation.
That sly little devil. Turning a gun on me.
I’m fucking furious—not with her, but with myself.
I underestimated this crafty creature, and she proved me wrong.
Georgia has more fire and cunning in one little bone than half of my men.
And that realization makes me so fucking hard for her.
I’ve tried the other way—resisting her, avoiding her, staying away—and it’s futile. Change of plan.
Maneuvering her away from the boulder, I push her up against the closest tree I can find.
I breathe her in slowly, taking my time with her.
My attention snags on the area between her ear and her neck.
Such a perfect place, soft and warm, and she smells like peaches.
I nip at her, my cock hard as granite in my pants, desperate to be inside of her, to feel her hot pussy squeezing me tight.
“What’s it gonna be?” I purr into her ear. “Does this gorgeous body belong to me?”
She moans in response, but that’s not enough. I want to hear her say it. Delivering a hard smack between her legs, I press her again. “Say it.”
“Yes.” Her voice is throaty and smooth, like syrup. “I belong to you, Andrei.”
That’s my girl. I don’t give her time to say more. Ripping off her thong, Georgia stares at me, cheeks flushed from her recent orgasm and the knowledge of what I’m going to do next.
My hand slides down her belly, landing on her neatly trimmed pussy. I rub my fingers between her folds, seeking her swollen clit, massaging the sensitive bundle of nerves before plunging two fingers deep into her cunt. I groan at the heavy slickness that meets my digits.
“Look how wet you are for me, baby. Does this mean you’re ready for my cock?”
Her answer is a strangled sound of pleasure, and I take that as my cue to fuck her hard. I push down my pants and free my cock, but I’m no match for Georgia. Her delicate fingers wrap around my length, squeezing my already dripping dick.
Desire bubbles inside of me, spinning around like a tornado, as I grind my cock against the length of her slit.
She throws an arm around my neck, while her other hand guides my cock into her hot, wet opening.
Wrapping her legs around my waist, I slide deep inside of her, bottoming out on the first thrust. She’s incredibly tight, but I don’t have it in me to be gentle.
I need her hard and fast, and judging by the way her arms clamp around my neck, and her sweat-soaked body grinds against mine, she is as desperate as I am.
Her hot pussy clenches around my cock. Squeezing me. Destroying me. I did not know Georgia could let go like this. A new woman has been unleashed; wanton and crazed. Free.
I bounce her hard on my length, and she grunts, taking every thrust, her eyes rolling up to the back of her head. She gives me everything she has and as she gets close to the edge; she grinds into me like her life depends on it.
It’s the most intense fuck of my life, and I never want it to end.
I press her back up against the tree and rail her, desperate to give her the same heady pleasure that’s ripping me up inside.
She clutches the back of my neck, her nails digging into my skin as she pants against my ear that she’s going to come.
“Come all over my dick, baby,” I coax her.
When she quivers around me, I lick her neck and then bring my mouth down to suck and nip at her breasts.
“Fuck… ” She releases a long, desperate moan before letting go. Every hard stroke of my dick inside of her draws her climax out. She’s no longer in control. Her legs shake as she closes her eyes and submits to the pleasure surging through her body.
I am going to explode soon, but I want to mark her with my cum.
Make her mine. When I’ve wrung every morsel of pleasure from her body, I pull out and force her to her knees on the soft grass.
Before I can jack myself off all over her face, she eases forward, swiping her tongue along my tip.
It’s such an erotic and unexpected vision, my dick swells in my hand, pulsing with need.
“Allow me,” Georgia says, before opening up and swallowing my cock until it hits the back of her throat.
Jesus, I didn’t see that coming.
“My dirty little girl,” I praise her. “You like my cock in your mouth?”
She looks up at me, her eyes wide and hungry. My hips buck and roll, dragging my veined length in and out of her hot mouth. She may be the one kneeling at my feet, but right now, she’s the one in charge. I’m merely along for the ride.
When she stiffens her tongue, delving the tip into the center of my sensitive crown, I can’t hold off any longer. My orgasm goes off like a bright flash, a guttural sound breaks free from my chest, but she keeps me firmly planted in her mouth, swallowing every drop I have to give.
When Georgia finally releases me, she looks up at me with the hottest expression of self- satisfaction. I haul her up and press her against my chest, my body still quivering with the aftershock of my release.
Georgia shakes her head and lets out a contented sigh. “Shit,” she groans. “That was… unexpected.”
I bark out a laugh. “I think the word you’re looking for is amazing.”
Even after what we just shared, her face reddens and her gaze flicks to my shoulder.
“We should probably go inside and get your shoulder looked at.”
Without another word, she moves to retrieve her clothes, leaving me wondering if I just made the best or worst decision of my life.