Chapter Twenty-Five
Maron
Mindy suddenly breaks the kiss.
She steps back, looking up at me with an all-serious expression. One moment we’re devouring each other, losing ourselves in the heat of the moment, the next, she is stepping away from me. It is a stark shift that leaves me breathless and confused.
"I need to ask you something,” she says.
I furrow my brow, not sure what got into her. "Ask," I reply.
"What is the Bratva to you?"
I'm caught completely off guard by the unexpected question. None of the women I've been with, have ever asked me anything like that. All they cared about was if I liked their new outfit or where we were going for dinner. And of course, the inevitable "when are we getting married?" But the Bratva… that's a different story.
My mind scrambles, searching for any clue that might explain where she got this from. How does she know about the Bratva? I don’t think I ever mentioned it to her. No, I’m sure I didn’t. The fact that I’m the leader of one of the most feared organizations in the criminal underworld isn’t exactly the kind of thing you casually tell people about.
“I overheard you and Pavel talk about it,” she adds, noticing the confusion on my face. “So, I Googled it. I know what the Bratva is, Maron. My question is, what is it to you? ”
Blyad.
I wasn’t planning on explaining this to her. At least not right now. It’s been a long fucking day and all I want is to take her to the bedroom and fuck her until we’re both spent, not to explain to her how I’m involved in the Bratva and what that means. But the intensity of her gaze doesn't waver, silently demanding an answer.
Well, fuck it.
If I’m going to take her as my wife, I might as well start playing with open cards. It’s not like I can hide this from her forever.
"I don’t know what’s on the internet," I begin, watching her expression closely. “But the Bratva is the Russian mafia.” I need to tread carefully around this topic. The last thing I want is to scare her.
“I know that,” she says. “Why does it matter to you?” She meets my gaze with a mix of determination and concern, her eyes continuing to search mine for answers.
“Because I was born into it,” I tell her keeping my eyes locked with hers. "When my father died, I became… the head of the Bratva. The Pakhan .” I pause, giving her a moment to process my words.
“You’re the head of the Bratva?”
“ Da. ” I nod, taking a step closer to her. Despite my initial fear that this might scare her, she doesn’t back away. Her arms linger at her sides, tracing the smooth curve of her hips. “And that means I have certain obligations to fulfill,” I tell her. “One of those obligations is to find a wife and have an heir.”
"A wife," she repeats, licking her lower lip, seemingly processing my words.
“ Da .” I tilt my head. “And I've already found the perfect candidate."
She looks at me, her smile faint. "And… who is your candidate?
I lean closer to her and cup her face. "Don't pretend you don't know it, lisichka ." I whisper against her lips. "It’s you."
She looks taken aback. "Do you truly mean that Maron?" she asks, searching my gaze.
"Yes," I say firmly. "I've never been more sure of anything."
"And… why me?"
I'm getting a little annoyed with all the questioning. I don't want to talk about this more than what’s necessary. I’d much rather show her my intentions by claiming her and making her mine.
I gently hold her face again. "Because I said so," I say curtly. I told her what she needed to know and I have no desire to waste more time talking about this. So, I end the conversation by kissing her.
As my lips crash into hers, a rush of emotions floods through me. In that moment, I forget about the dangerous world I come from, the obligations that weigh on my shoulders, and the secrets I keep hidden. All that exists is the warmth of Mindy's touch, the taste of her lips, and the undeniable connection we have.
And relief. Relief that she’s responding to me. Relief that she wants me, despite being aware of my fucked-up background. Relief that I’m a good judge of character, after all. I knew all along that she was a resilient woman, one who doesn’t scare easily. And now, she’s proving that to be true.
As our mouths clash, Mindy's hands hungrily claw at my crotch. I break away from the kiss and saunter over to the leather couch, never breaking eye contact with her. A look of surprise crosses her face, but this time I want to take things slow. No more reckless lust. I want to savor every gooddamn second with her. I want to revel in the certainty that this vixen belongs to me.
"Now, strip for me," I command, my hand tightly gripping my throbbing cock.
With a half-smile, she follows my order and slowly removes her top. The skirt follows suit shortly after.
"Don't stop there," I growl, feeling my desire skyrocket. "Lose the bra."
She teasingly smirks at me and takes her time as she unclasps it, revealing her perfect breasts. My eyes are fixated on every slow movement, my hunger growing with each second.
Fucking magnificent.
That’s what she is.
She stands before me looking like a sex goddess, dressed only in tiny lace panties. I take in the sight of her body, letting my imagination run wild. My erectionis getting painful now, so I hastily push down my pants, letting my cock spring free. It feels right. I'll soon be buried deep inside her, making her scream my name in pleasure. But before that happens, I want to savor every moment leading up to it.
I begin stroking my cock, running my eyes up and down Mindy's body as if I’m seeing her for the first time. In a way, it is the first time. Every one of our encounters so far were fast and wild, but not this one. This time, I’m taking my time with her and I can’t fucking believe how incredible she is.
Bozhe moy.
This woman is really something else. She has a way of making me forget my troubles. My mother's declining health, the shitshow with Shirkov - it all fades away when I'm with her. In this moment we share, nothing else matters but the sexual chemistry between us. The pure, raw force that draws me to her like a magnet, overpowering any rational thought.
“Take off your panties,” I command.
"Why?" she teases.
“Because I want a full view of your pussy.”
"Well… I don’t know, Mr. Bratva." She pouts, with mischief gleaming in her eyes. I see the growing wet spot on her panties.
I keep stroking my dick. "Do it."
She still doesn't move. "What are you going to do with my pussy when you see it?"
I close my eyes and keep stroking. "Fuck it until you scream."
“Open your eyes then,” she says. “Let me show you something.” With that, she turns to face me and begins to slowly work her way down her legs, taking her drenched panties along while not breaking eye contact. Her stunning and smooth cunt is now fully exposed before me.
“Now what?” she asks playfully, waiting for further instructions. I smirk. She enjoys this little game as much as I do.
"Turn around," I command, my hand still stroking my throbbing cock with urgency. Pre-cum drips from the tip. “I want to get a good look at that ass.”
With a sultry smile, Mindy turns, giving me a full view of her shapely ass. If I was a weaker man, I’d spill into my palms right now. She’s fucking beautiful. An epitome of femininity with a perfect hourglass figure, and peach-shaped ass calling out to be explored. I can hardly wait to lose myself in her, once again.
“Turn back.”
She does. I can't fucking get enough of the sight of her. My eyes roam her naked body and stop at the smooth little triangle between her thighs. It's waiting eagerly for my cock to drill into it.
“Holy fuck, lisichka . You’re unreal.”
My primal instincts scream at me to ravage her. I've never wanted anyone this badly before. My hands are trembling as they reach for the impeccable curves of her body, like an addict, battling withdrawal symptoms.
“Come here,” I command. She obeys, climbing onto the sofa, with her eyes fixated on me. “Lie down,” I growl and she eagerly follows my order. Her beautiful nude form is only a few inches away from me, exposed, vulnerable, and fully at my mercy.
Slowly, I lift my hands and slide them down her belly, then to her pussy. It’s swollen with desire, soaking wet to my touch. “You’re aching for me,” I growl.
Her eyes flutter closed at the contact, and she lets out a sigh. “Maron…”
I tease her nipples with my fingers. "What is it?"
She takes a moment to answer. “Make me come.”
I can’t fucking take this anymore. Without a word, I spread open her slick lips and seek out the delicate bundle of nerves nestled there. Her face is a canvas of raw desire as I begin to tease and taunt her with my fingertips. Her body writhes and bucks under my touch.
"Mmmm," she moans. "You're better than any toy I've ever had." She spreads her thighs wider, begging for more.
"I’ll take that as a compliment." I smirk. "Do you pleasure yourself often?" I ask, continuing to stroke her clit.
"Yes," she confesses with a sigh. "It was my only way to find release… until I met you. Pathetic, right?"
My mind immediately drifts to Maurice. Looks like he butchered his shot with this woman in more ways than one. Which suits me just fine.
"I guess we'll have to fix that," I growl. With that, I plunge two fingers inside her. I rub and massage the walls of her pussy and use my thumb to caress her clit in slow circles until she's panting and gasping for more. "You like that, lisichka ?" I ask, barely able to contain my own desire.
"Oh… fuck," she pants. "Yes! Just like that... Oh... Oh!" The tension in her body mounts, and I can feel her climax building. Her muscles strain and her thighs are starting to shake.
I hungrily lean in towards her, my lips tingling with anticipation as I press them firmly against her dripping pussy. My desire to ravage her consumes me as I plunge my fingers into her relentlessly, each thrust bringing us both closer to the edge of ecstasy.
“Yes… fuck!” she pants. “Hard… just like that!” She cries out as I push her closer and closer to the edge, determined to break her with pure sensation.
"Come for me, lisichka ," I growl. And then it happens - she shatters in my arms, her entire being trembling and convulsing with the force of her orgasm. Watching her lose control fuels a sadistic urge within me. That perfect pussy deserves more than just fingers. It needs a real man - it needs me.
My cock throbs painfully now, aching to spill its seed into her. I can no longer contain the overwhelming need to have her. Every fiber in my being is urging me to bury myself deep inside her and feel her walls clench around me as we both explode.
“I’m going to fuck you now, Mindy,” I tell her, not giving her time to come down from her high. With a primal groan, I drop down between her legs, position myself above her, and thrust into her with brute force. Our naked bodies collide in a frenzy of desire as I begin to pound into her relentlessly.
“Maron!” Mindy screams, her voice raw with animalistic pleasure. “Fuck me hard! Yes!”
“You like this, don’t you?” I pant, the pleasure starting to overcome me. “You like my cock drilling into you?”
“Fuck… Yes,” she gasps. “I love your cock... Maron!" She's struggling to speak through the waves of ecstasy. Her words drive me wild and I begin to feel her inner walls clenching around me, sending us both toward the edge.
But I’m not done yet. I keep pummeling into her like a man possessed, marveling at how fucking responsive she is. Mere minutes after her first orgasm, she’s ready to come again. She bucks, writhes, the walls of her pussy spasming wildly as she engulfs my cock. My body tingles from head to toe as she rakes her nails down my back, igniting a mix of pain and pleasure, pushing me closer and closer to the brink.
I gasp, sinking lower until I’m lying on top of her. Her hands tangle in my hair as she pulls me down, burying her face in my chest. “Can you feel,” thrust ,” how deep , ” thrust , “I'm inside you?” I pant. “How badly,” thrust , “I want,” thrust, “to come,” thrust’ “inside you?” I thrust again.
I grind into her even harder, unable to control myself any longer. The mirror on the wall gives us a perfect view of our bodies entwined in passion and fueling our desire even more.
“I’m… oh, please… Maron!” Mindy moans, bucking her hips against mine. I thrust relentlessly, determined to give her everything she craves and more. We are both lost in each other, completely consumed by the intensity of our shared passion. I tighten my grip on her while my other hand pulls at her hair as I thrust deeper and harder into her until I’m sure she can’t take it anymore.
And then it happens – she tenses, her eyes roll up, and her thighs begin to shake, signaling that she’s about to explode. “You’re mine,” I growl. “Do you understand?”
Mindy's grip tightens. "Yes," she pants. "Fuck… yes! I'm yours, Maron."
“Then fucking prove it!” I keep fucking her. "Come for me, lisichka !"
"I'm coming… oh, please, Maron… I'm …"
She can't finish her sentence because release comes crashing over us like a tidal wave, taking us with it. "You're fucking mine , lisichka ," I roar through a haze of pleasure, spilling into her like a fucking fountain. Her cum mixes with mine, our bodies quiver from the intensity of our shared climax, and I find myself struck by the depth of my feelings for this woman. It's fucking terrifying to think about.
“I want you forever,” I growl in her ear as we come down, immediately wishing I could swallow back those words. But I can't. They're out. Maybe it was just the sex hormones that made me say that. Maybe I am scaring her more than I’m scaring myself. But deep down, I know our connection has reached a whole new level.
“I need a shower,” I say after I finally manage to catch my breath. Several minutes after we reached our peak, we’re still tangled in each other.
“You know where the bathroom is,” Mindy says lazily.
“No, I don’t.”
She turns her head towards me. “You know exactly where the bathroom is.”
“I have a short memory.” I smirk. She looks surprised for a second, but then the penny drops. “I want you to show me,” I say, gently biting her earlobe. “I want to continue what we started.”
I don’t have to tell her twice. She giggles, stands up, and follows me to the bathroom with a mischievous grin on her face. Mere moments later, we’re under the hot running water, her hands wandering down to my pubic hair, stroking the base of my cock.
“I love your dick, Maron,” she says. “You’re so big. And strong.” Mindy’s a dirty talker, and it turns me on like hell. I take the soap and begin to wash between her legs, feeling her sweet cunt swelling under my rough hands.
“And I love your pussy.” Fuck, I’m so ready for her again.
Her hand glides over my body, lingering on my ass before moving back to my cock. I can feel the electricity coursing through me as she kneels down.
"I want you in my mouth," she moans, and I feel myself harden immediately. Her kisses trail down my abdomen, teasingly dipping into my navel before grazing along my happy trail.
"Then what are you waiting for?" I growl out in pleasure.
Looking up at me, she takes me slowly into her mouth. I close my eyes and let myself be consumed by the sensation. At this moment, the only person that exists for me is Mindy, and her lips around my cock. Her head bobs up and down, taking me deeper with each movement. My hands find their way into her hair, pulling it back so I can fully appreciate the view of her sensuous lips wrapped around me.
I clench my buttocks, pushing my hips up in search of more depth. "Fuck, that feels amazing!" I exclaim as I lose myself in the rhythm of her mouth. " Bozhe moy! "
She continues, her movements relentless. My cock is throbbing, desperate for release, but I refuse to spill my seed into her throat. Because once that happens, this euphoric moment will be over. And I'm not ready for that. I want it to last. I know that right now, being here with Mindy in the shower and sharing this experience of mind-blowing pleasure, is exactly where I belong. An eternity would not be enough to savor this sensation. So, I hold back, battling the urge to release myself all over her supple body.
As if reading my mind, she releases my cock and looks up at me. "Come inside me," she pants, her eyes burning with desire.
She doesn’t need to ask twice. With a primal groan, I pull her against the wet wall, take her leg in my hand, and thrust into her. My mind is overtaken by an animalistic urge and I begin fucking her again, pushing my length deeper and harder into her until we both reach the brink of ecstasy.
It takes less than two minutes for her to scream my name in pleasure, once again. Her walls spasm against my dick and I can feel her hot cum engulf the base of my cock. It’s all it takes to make me spill into her all over again.
Holy mother of God!
I can’t believe this woman. I can’t believe how wildly her body responds to me every time, how I can make her cum again less than five minutes after we finished fucking.
“Maron…” she pants against my bare skin. “I’ve… never had… sex under the… shower.”
I don’t say anything. Still tangled together, we wait for our bodies to cool and catch our breath under the warm water. I stroke her breasts and kiss her neck, feeling intoxicated by the rush of possessiveness flowing through me. I know then that I never want to let her go - she's mine forever.
Driven by a sudden idea, I lift her in my arms and carry her to the bedroom. I lay her down on the bed and watch as her sensual body spreads out over the bedsheet. Still reeling from the force of our encounter, I lay down next to her.
We lie there for many minutes, maybe even an hour, with our bodies intertwined, basking in the afterglow of the passionate sex marathon we just had. As I lay there, my mind drifts into uncharted territory; a place in my fucked-up head I haven’t explored before. It's as if my soul fled my physical body, and I'm observing us from above. Strange sensations arise and fade, emerging from the depths of my subconscious. Longing, passion, and a mixture of feelings that I struggle to label.
Is this what they call romantic love?
What the fuck are you thinking, dolboyob?
I’m brought back from my wandering thoughts by the feeling of soft hands tracing lazy patterns on my chest. "There is something you said the other day that stuck with me," Mindy says softly, breaking the comfortable silence between us.
I turn to face her. "What is it?" I ask.
She pauses briefly before speaking again. "You said… you had a daughter," she says.
My body tenses up. "Yes," I say curtly.
Mindy keeps stroking my naked body and I find comfort in her touch. "Tell me about her… if you want," she says.
Normally this question would frustrate me, but somehow, it doesn't. In fact, it’s the opposite. I am sensing a sudden urge to open up to her. Maybe it will bring some relief, or maybe it will be an outlet for all the pent-up emotions since Cordelia's death. For the first time in my life, I want to share this painful chapter with someone else other than Pavel. And that someone else is Mindy Williams.
I squeeze my eyes shut, feeling Mindy's gaze on me.
"Cordelia," I say. "That was her name." I pause."She was the most innocent and compassionate human being ever born into this world."
The moment seems to come to a sudden halt. I guess Mindy was not anticipating this answer. Not from a man like me.
I take a deep breath, unsure if I can continue. "But the world didn’t understand her because she had no words. She spoke through her heart."
"She must have been a special child," Mindy whispers.
"She was,” I murmur, keeping my eyes closed. "She was born with Down syndrome, and… people have this misconception that those with Down syndrome are disabled. Or dumb. And that makes me fucking angry because… they are special. They see the world through their hearts. I understood that watching my daughter. The way she moved through her short life in this fucked-up world, showing love like no other…"
Mindy studies my expression. "What about her mother?"
“Galina,” I let out a heavy sigh. “We had an affair when I was still very young. We never wanted a baby. We were in love, had sex whenever, wherever… we were crazy and irresponsible. Then she fell pregnant, of course."
"Of course," she repeats.
"I was young and stupid," I admit. "But I took full responsibility for the baby. I even met Galina's father and told him I was going to look after his daughter and the child, no matter what. And then Cordelia was born. There she was, the perfect baby… even with her condition."
"I’m so sorry, Maron," she whispers. "I can’t imagine how hard it must have been to lose her."
"It was hard. So much so that Galina couldn't take it. She disappeared from the hospital overnight. Never saw her again. But I never blamed her. She was young, not even twenty.”
I fall silent, losing myself in my thoughts for minutes before I speak again. “Eventually, my mother and I became Cordelia's family. And the dogs, cats, the birds and the flowers in the garden. She was a happy kid." My voice cracks as I continue, "Until her heart gave out. She was only eight."
There's another long moment of silence before Mindy speaks. "I don't know what to say, Maron. I’m so sorry you had to go through this."
I open my eyes and meet her gaze. "It tore me apart and put me back together again. Made me the man I am today. But the worst thing was, I had to keep Cordelia hidden. Like she was some dirty secret."
“What?” she asks. “You hid her? Why?”
“The fucking Bratva.” I glance at Mindy. “To protect her. As the head of an ancient organization with rules and traditions, I could not afford to have a ‘flawed’ child. That’s how the Bratva would have seen her. If my enemies had caught wind of her existence…” I stop, not wanting to think about what the consequences may have been. “To me, she was perfect. She just didn’t belong in this fucked-up world.”
Mindy shifts next to me, discreetly wiping away a streak of tears running down her cheek. She moves closer to me, the warmth of her body seeping into my cold heart.
“Thank you, Maron. Thank you for telling me.”
I grunt, suddenly feeling uncomfortable with the vulnerability I’ve just shown her. “Yeah, well. Now you know my story.”
She places a gentle kiss on my face and wraps her hands around my neck as she clings to me. “I do. And I’m still here,” she whispers.