Chapter 10 #3
Her hand goes to the back of my head, pulling me closer and kissing me with a hungry desperation that mirrors exactly how I feel.
I want to take my time with her, go easy on her because I know she’s sore, but the way she’s sucking on my tongue and digging her heels into my ass while her pussy clenches so fucking tightly around me makes it impossible to do anything except fuck her good and hard.
Dried blood still covers her lip, and I taste the coppery tang of it on my tongue, reminding me of last night and how she’d bled on my cock.
She moans into our kiss when I give her nipple a hard pinch while she fists my hair hard enough to sting.
When she comes, she breaks our kiss to scream my name, and the sound of her ragged cry and the way her pussy is squeezing me as her body convulses with her release quickly sends me over the edge right along with her.
I growl her name and thrust into her even harder.
Each pulse of my cock sends a rush of pure, raw ecstasy through me until I’m gasping and resting my forehead against hers as my heart races and my body trembles.
I’m completely spent and empty, and I’m fully aware that she’s the only woman I’ve ever been inside without a condom.
I should be worried, but I’m not. Filling her sweet pussy with my seed has become my new favorite thing.
I’m completely addicted to it. I’m completely addicted to her.
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you everything sooner.”
“I want you to tell me everything now.” She softens her grip on my hair and runs her fingers through it before sliding one hand down to cup my face. “Thank you for finding me. I’m sorry I freaked out. I’ve just never seen that side of you before.”
“I never wanted you to see that part of me, but seeing him hit you,” I shake my head at the memory. She runs her fingers over my jaw when she feels it tense beneath her hand. “I wanted to fucking kill him.”
“I know, but I’m glad you didn’t. He’s not worth going to prison over.”
I give a soft laugh. “They’d have to catch me first, and I know how to dispose of a body so it will never be found.”
“I can’t tell if you’re joking.” She studies my face, her brow scrunched as she searches for the answer in my eyes.
“I’m not joking, baby.”
“Who the hell are you, Valeri?”
I sigh and give her one more kiss before slowly sliding out of her. Instead of putting her down, I walk to the couch and sit down, keeping her on my lap so she’s straddling me. She fixes her bra and then rests her hands on my stomach, fidgeting with the bottom of my T-shirt.
Ignoring the question, I ask, “You said that you have your reasons for me not killing your dad, what are they?”
“You can’t sidetrack me. I want to know the truth.”
“I know, and I promise I’ll tell you everything, but please answer my question.”
She keeps fidgeting with my shirt. “I’ve imagined killing my dad so many damn times,” she admits. “You have no idea how many times I almost shoved him down the stairs when he was drunk, but I always resisted because I refuse to be like him. Do you know how my mom died?”
“I did some research on you after we met and I couldn’t get you out of my head. She fell down the stairs when you were ten and died of a broken neck.”
“Did she fall though?” She worries her bottom lip and looks out the large wall of windows.
“They’d been fighting. I was hiding in my closet, and I could hear him screaming at her.
He was drunk like usual, and I remember hearing his angry shouts, and then my mom’s sharp scream, and then the sound of her crashing down the stairs.
He killed her. I know he did. He may not have meant to, but he pushed her down those damn stairs, and every time I thought about killing him, I’d remind myself that I’m not like him.
I don’t want his death on my hands. I don’t want to carry around that guilt, and I don’t want him tainting my life any more than he already has. ”
“You’re nothing like him, Evie. He deserves to die, and I’d be more than happy to take care of that for you and spare you the guilt and pain of it, but even if you asked me to do it, you are nothing like him.
” I brush back her hair and tilt her face back to me.
The bruising looks even worse in the sunlight, and the dried blood is driving me crazy.
“I knew you were a fighter the first time I saw you in your big coveralls. You’re the most amazing person I’ve ever met, baby. ”
Standing up, I carry her into the bathroom, grabbing her clothes on the way.
She gets dressed while I button my pants back up and grab something to clean her face.
Sitting her on the counter, I wet a washcloth with warm water and stand between her legs.
Carefully wiping the dried blood from her face, I think about how quickly she’s become my whole world. I’d do anything for this woman.
“I’m still waiting,” she reminds me with a small smile.
Figuring it’s better to just lay it all out there, I say, “My brothers and I run the Medvedev Bratva.”
I wait for her anger, but all she does is tilt her head and ask, “What the hell’s a Bratva?”
It’s so unexpected that I let out a laugh and cup the back of her head, giving her another kiss. “God, I love you, baby.” She’s waiting for an answer, so I say, “It’s the Russian mafia. My brothers and I run this city.” I lift my hands to signify the area around us. “I run the downtown section.”
She shakes her head softly. “I should’ve known something was up.
The tattoos, the money, the way people act like they’re afraid of you, the women, god, I’m such an idiot.
Even the mechanic who fixed the truck, Oh, anything for you, Mr. Medvedev,” she says in a cute but horrible impersonation of Mac.
“You’re not an idiot. You’re sweet and kind, and you don’t look for bad in people.
” I clean the rest of the blood from around her nose and then cup her face.
“Nothing I ever told you was a lie. I may not have told you the whole truth, but I never lied to you. I showed you who I am, just not all of who I am.”
“My dad called me a whore when I came home and he saw the car and the smile on my face. He’s always told me that pretty girls get choices in life and that women like me just have to take what we can get.”
“It’s not too late for me to go back and finish what I started,” I tell her, wishing I’d broken a few more bones before I’d left.
“I don’t care about my dad right now, what I want to know is if he’s actually right about this.”
“What? Evie, you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.
He’s an asshole, a complete jackass, and he doesn’t deserve you, that’s for damn sure.
He wanted to hurt you, to break you down so that you wouldn’t leave him.
He didn’t want you to think that you could have a better life.
Shitty people do that. They want others to be miserable just like them. ”
“I know he’s an ass,” she says, “but what I mean is, if you’re a mafia boss, then doesn’t that mean that you’ll have mistresses and stuff like that? You said you own several clubs. Do you own strip clubs? Is that how you plan on spending your time? How do I fit into this life?”
“You fit into my world right at the center of it, baby, because everything that I am now revolves around you.” I cup her face and look into the light brown eyes that are now as familiar to me as my own.
“I will never cheat on you.” I grab her hand and bring it to my cock.
“This is yours and only yours. It will never get hard for anyone else.”
She rolls her eyes at that, but I shake my head at her.
“I’m serious, baby. It’s just not possible.
You own every part of me. And as far as strip clubs go, yes, we own a few, but I think the more important question is have I stepped foot in one since I met you, and the answer is no.
Will I ever step foot in one again? No, I will not.
You’re the only woman I want to see, Evie, and I understand if you have your doubts.
I’ll happily prove you wrong again and again. ”
She worries her bottom lip while she thinks about what I’ve said, and I know it’s going to take some time for her to trust me.
She’s been told her whole life that she’s not pretty enough, not good enough, and that she’ll be stuck with someone like Lyle.
She’s wrong, though, and over time she’ll learn to believe me instead of all the insecurities that have been forced on her.
She pulls my shirt up, exposing the large bear tattoo.
“This is super important, isn’t it?”
“Yes.” I pull my shirt off the rest of the way.
“My brothers have the same tattoo. It shows that we’re all three bosses in our Bratva.
This one,” I say, showing her the bear on my forearm with my name written beneath it in Cyrillic, “is the same one that every member of our Bratva has. They don’t have my full name, though, just the last name.
When we get married, yours will be identical to mine. ”
“When, huh?”
“Yes, when.” I smile at her blush and pick her back up, carrying her to the bed. “That tattoo on your arm will send a message. It will mean that you’re mine, and that if anyone touches you, they’ll pay for it with their lives.”
She thinks about that for a minute and then says, “Vasily told me about how he met Nina, that she begged him for help when she was being held against her will at a brothel. He said her dad sold her to them to pay off his debt.”
“Yeah, her dad was a real asshole too.” I get on the bed and pull her up against me. “She wouldn’t let him kill the bastard either.”
She rests her head on my bare chest and traces her fingers along my tattoos. “Did he break his hand like you did?”
“No, he sliced his face up pretty good so he’d have to see the scars every time he looks in the mirror.”
“I’m glad you broke his hand,” she whispers.