Chapter 20 - Anatoli
I stormed back into the house to help defend my family, shaken to the core.
I couldn’t describe the feeling that tore through me when I saw the gun pointed at Masha’s head, only a couple of feet away.
The fact that she might be ripped away from me for good, and that I might have to watch her head become liquified, almost sent me spiraling.
That had never happened before. Even now, with my family in danger, all I wanted was to get her out of there instead of leaving her with a guard while I returned to the fight. What the hell was going on? All I knew was that I acted out of instinct to save what was mine.
The fight was almost over by the time I returned, and I quickly helped end it before rounding up the surviving raiders and helping triage those of us who’d been injured.
Thankfully, no one on our side had been killed.
It was a blitz attack, but there weren’t many of them.
While we were taken by surprise at first, the majority of us were armed.
It may have been a party, but we were still Bratva, after all.
Those of our enemies who were still breathing were herded out for interrogation, and I was just about to get back to Masha when my Great Aunt Estrella hobbled out from her hiding place behind the stage.
“Where is your brave wife?” she asked. “If she was harmed after saving my life, I’ll never forgive myself.”
I assured her that Masha was safe and hurried away before she could tell me what happened.
I had already seen it all with my own eyes, briefly distracted from my own fight across the room.
Masha had been like a wild tiger, catapulting from out of nowhere to take down a man twice her size, disarming him, then shooting him dead without hesitation.
Not to save herself, but to save a woman she’d only just met, a relative of her sworn enemy.
Why? Especially when she could have used the distraction to escape.
Masha wouldn’t have thought twice about the long road back to town, or possibly getting lost or recaptured.
She was too tenacious and single-minded to hesitate like that.
So, I was as confused as hell when I returned to the car, dismissed the guard, and drove us back to my apartment in silence.
She didn’t ask any questions, but when we were inside, she stopped me with a hand on my arm before I could shut myself in my room and deal with emotions I shouldn’t have been having.
“How many?” she asked, a hint of compassion in her eyes. But how could that be?
“None,” I said, understanding her. “Only injuries and none severe.” I clamped my mouth closed before I told her she was partly to thank for that.
Keeping her hand on my arm, she looked me hard in the eye. “You saved my life,” she said.
I flinched. Just looking at her while remembering the click of the assailant’s gun stripped me raw.
I didn’t say a word, but couldn’t look away, either.
After a long moment of silence, I nodded tersely.
To my shock, she threw her arms around my neck, kissing me hard.
Without a thought, my hands went to her sides, gripping her tight. She pulled back, still holding on.
“I can’t believe I owe you my life,” she breathed, pulling herself up to kiss me again.
With my muscles rebelling against it, I pushed her back a few inches. “You don’t owe me anything,” I said.
“Anatoli,” she said. The sound of my name on her lips had my fingers digging into her waist. “Anatoli… I want to…”
“I’m not in the mood for games,” I snapped. Twining my fingers around the knot of her hair, I tugged her head back. “If this is an act, you should drop it before you end up paying for it.”
There was a flicker in her eyes, but she didn’t unlock her arms from around my neck and didn’t recoil with fear like she should have. Instead, she breathed my name again.
I didn’t let her finish, claiming her mouth, sweeping my tongue between her parted lips.
I gripped her so tight, her bare feet left the ground.
Whatever else was between us, our physical connection was real.
The pins flew from her silky hair as I dragged my fingers through it, all but growling with need for her.
One time wasn’t enough. Just once more, and if I still wasn’t sated, then once more after that.
We were in the entry hall of the apartment, and I blindly backed her up until she bumped into a side table, sending a silver bowl clattering to the floor.
Once her hair was down and free and flowing, I slid my hands up and down her back, starving for the feel of her skin.
Her fingers were tangled in my hair now, pulling almost ruthlessly as I tried to find a zipper.
“My little beast,” I said, realizing the back of her dress was a hellish row of tiny buttons. I ripped through them in frustration, finally palming her warm, smooth skin.
“Who’s the beast?” she murmured, biting my lower lip. “I imagine this dress cost a fortune.”
“Ask me how much I care,” I answered, yanking the straps down her arms. My mouth watered at the sight of the velvety mounds of her tits rising over the top of a strapless bra.
“Probably as much as I do,” she said, shoving away from me to reach behind her to unclasp it.
Those gorgeous breasts bounced free, and I was on them like a starving animal, sliding my thumbs across her nipples until they rose to taut peaks, then drawing them between my lips.
She moaned, holding onto my shoulders as she leaned back.
When I rose, she grabbed my lapels and pushed and prodded.
When she was unable to get the jacket off, she went straight for my shirt, sending buttons flying.
Her nails raked down my chest as I shrugged out of the shirt.
“Naked, now,” I ordered. “I need to see all of you.”
Her eyes never left mine as she let what was left of the dress pool at her ankles, and stood before me in only a tiny, sheer thong. Reaching for my belt, she snapped it out of the loops, tugging at my zipper.
“Now you,” she said, voice thick with desire.
I couldn’t do what she asked because I had to touch her.
One hand slid between her thighs, feeling how wet her panties were as I stroked through the fabric until she moaned some more.
Leaning down, I kissed her neck, breathing in the scent of her hair as she moved her body with my fingertips.
It only took seconds to make her shudder and squeeze her thighs together around my hand.
“That’s one,” I said, lifting her and carrying her to the nearest available surface that wouldn’t break under our weight. Lying her on the couch, I spread her legs, easing down between them to lick away the juices of her passion.
Shaking herself out of her daze, she shook her head, planting her hands on my shoulders and shoving with all her might.
It was only because I was in a precarious position that she succeeded in sending me to the floor.
Then she was on top of me, straddling my hips and grinding her hot little pussy against my stiff rod.
“You still have too many clothes on,” she said.
Scurrying off of me, she kept one hand planted on my chest to lower herself to tug at the waistband of my pants with her teeth. I laughed, finding it cute and letting her believe she could hold me down. Actually, as soon as she got my zipper down, I wouldn’t have moved for the world.
Shoving my boxer briefs down, she wrapped her lush lips around my rock-hard cock, making dangerously hot noises.
She licked down my length and back up, scraping her teeth along my tender flesh before taking me deep in her mouth again.
My eyes rolled back in my head, the intense pleasure mixing with the slight pain of her teeth and her fingernails digging into my chest. Was this heaven or hell?
I didn’t want it to end, but she worked my cock so expertly, an end was nearing.
I took her by the shoulders and pulled her up.
She fought me, snarling, wrapping her hand around my stiff shaft when I dragged her mouth away.
I flipped her onto her back, ready to shove her soaked panties aside and get inside her tight little hole, but she gripped and stroked until I let out a roar.
My seed shot onto her belly, and a smile curled her lips as she looked at me with smug triumph. “That’s one,” she said, arching her back beneath me. “Now, if there’s something else you wanted to do?”
“How about a movie?” I asked, so deadly seriously, her eyes flew wide with disappointment. With a laugh, I ripped her panties off and pushed her legs almost up to her shoulders. “Just kidding. I’m going to eat your pussy until you scream, then I’ll be ready to fuck you, little girl.”
As soon as my mouth was on her, licking her swollen clit and lapping her up, she let out a feral noise, tugging at my hair and raising her hips to meet the strokes of my tongue.
This was better than I remembered, and I had built our first time into some kind of apex fantasy in my mind, certain it couldn’t have been so good, and I was misremembering.
No, this was real. Too real, too perfect. I wanted her too much, but nothing short of a bullet would have made me stop. And it would have to be a kill shot, because pain alone couldn’t make me quit pushing my tongue deep inside her so I could hear those moans.
Within minutes, I was as hard as steel again, my cock pulsing with the need to be between Masha’s slick thighs. She shuddered, her hands moving fretfully between scratching my shoulders to tugging my hair. Her legs clamped around my head, threatening to drown me.
“Please,” she said, voice tight.
“Like you mean it,” I said, going right back to her slippery clit.
“Please,” she wailed.
I finally let her have the orgasm she craved, pushing myself up to watch as her eyes slammed shut and her hands fell from my hair to tangle in the couch cushions. “That’s two,” I said. “I’m going to win.”
Her glazed eyes found mine, and she laughed weakly. “I think it’ll be a tie. You still want to fuck me, don’t you? As soon as you get your cock inside me, you’re going to come.”
Getting myself into position, all my muscles tense and straining to do exactly as she said, I lazily trailed my fingertips over her taut nipples, down her belly, sticky with my seed, nudging her with the tip of my cock.
She licked her lips, an invitation that was impossible to resist. Half mad with lust, I leaned down and kissed her until she was gasping, until it felt like I was about to die.
“That’s true enough,” I said next to her ear. “But I’m going to make you come again before I do.”
I slammed into her, hard and deep, her cry nearly drowned out by my roar.
I felt her tight, wet channel clamp around my cock as the third orgasm rocked her entire body.
I held on for three strokes before I joined her, shooting inside her until she drained me dry.
I kissed her slack mouth, my arms finally giving out to collapse on top of her, where I lay panting, feeling her heart thundering against my chest. Or maybe it was my own. I had never felt so alive.
What did this woman do to me? What strange power did she have over me that allowed me to let myself go like that?
It took a lot to scare the hell out of me.
Even when she tortured me, I hadn’t really been afraid.
Pain was only pain after all, and it would either end in death or just end.
This was different, worse than that, but somehow something I didn’t want to give up.
Just like I didn’t want to give Masha up. I wouldn’t. Not now.
“What do you want to do next?” I managed to ask when I found my breath again.
After rolling off her, she turned to the side, resting her cheek against my chest in the tight space of the couch. I expected a cheeky reply, maybe even expected her to fling me off the couch again to even the score. As spent as I was, I’d find the strength to give her whatever she wanted.
Her mumbled answer was hardly discernible, and I tilted my head to look down at her. After a moment of silence, a soft sigh whispered from her lips, and she relaxed completely in my arms. My little torturer was fast asleep.
“I win,” I said quietly, gathering her close and closing my eyes.