Chapter 10
NINA
With Andrei’s huge hands splayed warm across my back and his cock thickening beneath my ass, I can hardly think straight.
I rock my hips experimentally to increase the friction.
Andrei buries his face in the crook of my neck and groans.
It’s an oddly intimate moment. We’re virtual strangers tied together through questionable circumstances and yet… I like the way he touches me.
He was forced into performing on that stage just as much as I was. He did what he could to keep my attention on him and not on the way my father was trying to humiliate us both.
“I know damn well that I am a means to an end,” I murmur into his hair. “You still tried to protect me on that stage as best as you could, Andrei. No one else has ever done that for me. Not since…”
“What?”
“Since my mother died.” I sigh.
“I regret making you go back to him. I didn’t believe any man could be such a monster as to beat his own daughter half to death.”
“It wasn’t the first time. He killed my mother, too.
For years I have lived in fear that he would beat me to death the way he did to her.
” Andrei stills. Wrapped in his strong arms, I feel safe enough to finally tell someone what happened that night.
“When I was seven, he caught her trying to leave and strangled her. I had come downstairs to see what the shouting was about. They fought all the time. I was used to seeing him hit her. But that night it was like watching my father turn into a madman. He put his hands around her throat and squeezed until she went limp. I ran upstairs, terrified, and pretended I had been asleep the entire time. I never found out what he did with her body. That’s all I want to know now.
Where my mother’s body lies. I want to be able to mourn her instead of pretending she never existed. ”
Andrei makes circles between my shoulder blades. “I will snap his neck. No one will ever find Melor Kotov when I am done with him.”
He is a bad man. I know this. But I have lived with monsters all my life. At least this one is my monster.
He kisses his way down my neck and drags his palm over the curve of my ass, bringing me into closer contact with his hard length.
“Promise me you won’t kill him until I find out what he did with my mother’s body,” I plead.
Andrei nods against my skin and nips the spot beneath my ear.
He takes over completely, stripping off my shirt in one smooth motion.
His gaze drops to my chest. I feel his cock kick beneath me.
He cups my breasts and kisses the rise of each side reverently.
“I would promise you anything, anghel. I never dared to believe that you would belong to me. Now that you are mine, there is nothing I will not do to keep you.” He unhooks my lacy bra and tosses it aside.
Heat coils tighter in my core when he bends his head to suck my nipple.
I arch my back to press closer, supported by his hands, trusting him not to let me fall off his lap.
“You are magnificent,” he murmurs as he rains hot, open-mouthed kisses across my breasts. “I want to see these filled with milk for our babies.”
I can’t bear the thought of bringing a child into this fucked-up world, yet the prospect of motherhood makes me writhe with want. A real family? I’ve never had that. Just like he hasn’t.
He scrapes his teeth across my nipple. “I worship you, anghel. I will never harm you. But I will do this.”
I gasp when he brings his hand between our bodies and strokes up my center. My fingers tighten involuntarily in his hair.
“Yes,” he groans. “Pull, scratch, bite—whatever you need, Nina.”
I dare to nip his earlobe. He grunts and pushes against the seam of my leggings. The stitches rip and he finds my bare pussy. No panties. I didn’t have any extras with me, and the new ones I found in the huge walk-in closet were all lace and satin—too fancy for sitting around staring at the sea.
Between my thighs, he unfastens his jeans and frees his cock.
The sensation of fabric everywhere except my pussy, when it’s usually the opposite, sends a shudder of desire through me.
A clench deep in my core sends wetness onto his cock.
His skin is burning hot when it makes contact with my sensitive, swollen flesh. We release a simultaneous moan.
“Ride me,” he commands, and I frantically press my wet pussy along his hard length.
“I want you inside me,” I gasp.
“Soon, anghel,” he says, low and gravelly. He leans back against the sofa cushions and takes in my breasts’ movements. Impulsively, I pull my hair up and let it fall around my shoulders. His eyes darken.
“Please, Andrei,” I whine, placing my hands on his shoulders for balance and leaning close. He squeezes my tits and bites the taut nipples, sending a shockwave down my core. “I’m so empty without your cock in me.”
I have been alone for so long, hiding from the world, wrapped up in self-protective daydreams that never truly protected me from anything. With Andrei, I can let go.
“That’s my beautiful Nina,” he growls. I rise up on my knees enough to let him position his cock at my entrance and try to sink down, but he stops me by gripping my hips. “Slow. I will tell you when you can go faster.”
When I try to defy him, Andrei denies me the satisfaction I crave.
I scratch his shoulders through his T-shirt, tugging at it until he finally sits up enough to take it off.
A wall of muscle covered with tattoos meets my palms. My nipples brush crisp hairs.
I feel it resonate in my clit. I need release.
“Please,” I beg. I’m not too proud to ask for what I need from this man. “In me, Andrei.”
He slides in a fraction of an inch, hovering with the head of his cock barely inside me, driving me wild.
Gripping my hip to keep me from sinking down, he brings his other hand to my clit.
Stars burst in my vision. I clench around emptiness, but suddenly he thrusts up into my pulsing core.
The feeling is so intense I could almost call it pain.
Stretching me wide, though my body wants to clamp down greedily.
My mouth falls open and I pant raggedly.
“Good, anghel,” he croons. “You’re so tight. That’s my brave girl, coming on my cock. Now you’re going to do it again, understand me?”
I barely manage to nod. Spent, I let him pull me off his cock and lay me on the sofa.
He still hasn’t bothered to remove my torn leggings.
Andrei kneels on the cushion and slicks the ruddy head along my dripping center.
He pulls my legs up and presses one bare foot against his chest, then lays the other along the back of the couch.
“Touch your tits,” he says. I can’t move fast enough to obey.
His eyes burn into mine. He thrusts hard, seating himself deep inside me.
A moan tears out of me. He thrusts again.
The motion makes my breasts bounce. I lick my fingertips and swirl them around my nipples. “Are you trying to kill me, Nina?”
“Is it working?”
“Demon,” he growls, and sets a frantic pace. Each thrust and withdrawal stretches me to my limit. He pushes deeper. I move my fingertips to my clit, and circle that instead. His grip on my ankle tightens. His muscular body tightens. “Close, anghel. You need to come now.”
I pulse around his cock almost on command. A wordless whine spills out of me.
“That’s it,” he says, thrusting deep as my body milks him. A hot rush of liquid fills me. “You were made to be mine. To bear my children. We are going to have the most beautiful, perfect family. We will give our children the family we never had.”
He collapses over me, pressing me into the sofa, his masculine, spicy scent like the sea on a warm breeze washing over me. I want to believe his promise. Yet I know what he is—a bratva enforcer. Violent. Terrifying. Capable of anything…except love.
Love is a weakness. A liability. Melor always told me that.
I stroke the base of his neck and apply my nails lightly. Maybe in a world full of monsters, the only way forward is to embrace his darkness. Does it matter if Andrei is capable of loving me, as long as he can protect me and make me feel safe?
I don’t get a chance to ask him. Not that I would. He kisses my temple and eases away from me. “I will get revenge on Melor for what did to you and your mother. Until then, I need you to stay here. Alive and safe.”
Again, Andrei disappears.