Dare You to Ruin Me – Get Bonus Prologue
Author: Faye Pierce
Dare You to Ruin Me – Bonus POV
Dimitri
The chill that grips the air does nothing to quell the fire within me as I gaze at Sara. Her trembling, the fear mingling with an unmistakable spark of desire in her eyes, stirs something primal in me. Does she understand the gravity of my words? The lengths to which I would go for her? The very thought sends a surge of both power and trepidation through my veins. It’s a madness, this depth of feeling, but it’s mine to embrace.
My world has been one of control, power, and cold calculations. Yet, her vulnerability in the face of last night’s terror with Lorenzo has cracked something open in me. The instinct to protect, to possess, has always been there, but with Sara, it’s different. It’s a need that courses through me, fierce and unyielding.
I reach out, my hand gently guiding her face towards mine, I’m acutely aware of every nuance of her reaction. The slight hitch in her breath, the softening of her body—she’s an open book to me, and it’s intoxicating. The moment my lips meet hers, the world narrows down to the heat of her mouth, the sweet surrender in her kiss. It’s a confirmation of everything I’ve dared to hope for.
Pulling back, I search her face, looking for any sign of resistance, any trace of reluctance. But there’s none. When she wraps her arms around my neck, returning my kiss with a hunger that matches my own, a growl of satisfaction rises from deep within me. “That’s my girl,” I rasp, the words heavy with promise and possession. “You’re mine now, Sara.”
Her submission is a heady drug, and as I claim her lips again, the world falls away. I’m dimly aware of the risks I’m taking. Yet, in this moment, nothing matters but the heat between us, the fierce promise in my heart to protect her, to make her mine in every way that counts.
I can’t believe this is happening. Sara’s in my arms, her body pressed against mine, and I’m losing myself in the taste of her lips. I’ve wanted her for so long, and now she’s here, giving herself to me willingly.
My hands roam her body, feeling the soft curves and the warmth of her skin. I tear off my shirt, desperate to feel her bare flesh against mine. Her pants slide down her thighs, and I tug them off, leaving her in nothing but her underwear.
I can’t get enough of her. My mouth moves to her neck, kissing and biting gently, feeling her pulse race beneath my lips. Her hands are everywhere, pulling at my hair, running down my back, and gripping my shoulders.
I love her. The thought hits me like a ton of bricks, and I realize it’s true. I’ve loved her for years, even when I tried to deny it. I need her, and I’m not going to let her go.
My hands move to her hips, pulling her closer, and I can feel her heat against me. I want to be inside her, to claim her as mine, but I know I need to take it slow. She’s a virgin, and I don’t want to hurt her.
I kiss her again, deeper this time, and she moans into my mouth. My hands move to her breasts, cupping them gently, and she arches her back, pressing herself into my touch. I can feel her nipples harden beneath my fingers, and I know she wants me as much as I want her.
I slide my hand down her stomach, feeling her muscles tense beneath my touch. I reach the edge of her underwear, and I hesitate for a moment, unsure if I should go further. But then she moans again, and I know she wants this as much as I do.
I slide my hand inside her underwear, feeling the wetness between her legs. She’s so ready for me, and I can’t wait any longer.
I hover above her, my hand planted firmly beside her head. The muscles in my arm stand out sharply, a testament to the power I possess. My bare torso is on full display, and I can feel her eyes roaming over every inch of me. I’m used to women looking at me with desire, but the way she gazes at me is different. It’s as if she’s trying to memorize every line and curve of my body.
I watch as her hands explore me, feeling no shame in her desperation to touch me. I can sense her awe at my strength, and it only fuels my desire for her. I’m gentle with her, but I can feel the potential energy practically begging to explode from the muscles just beneath my smooth skin.
Somewhere between kisses and heavy petting and grinding, we both manage to get completely naked and end up on her bed. It’s the first time she’s ever been naked in front of a man, and I can see the vulnerability in her eyes. But there’s also a fierce determination, a certainty that this is right. That I’m the man she’s supposed to give herself to.
I can feel the heat and wetness between her legs, and I know she wants me inside her. But I’m not ready to give her what she wants just yet. I want to taste her first.
“You want my cock?” I ask, parting from our kiss just long enough to rasp the words into her neck.
“Yes,” she gasps.
“You’ll get it. You’ll get all you can handle, sweetheart. But not before I taste you.”
I revel in her response, her body writhing beneath me as I continue my assault on her sensitive flesh. Her taste is intoxicating, and I can’t get enough. I want to devour her, to consume her until she’s nothing but a trembling mess in my arms.
As her orgasm subsides, I don’t let up. I keep my pace steady, my tongue relentless as I coax another wave of pleasure from her. She gasps and moans, her fingers tangling in my hair as she tries to pull me closer. I chuckle darkly, loving the way she responds to me.
I slide a finger inside her, feeling her clench around me as I curl it upward, hitting that sweet spot that makes her cry out. I add another finger, stretching her as I pump them in and out in time with my tongue. She’s so wet, so ready for me. I can feel her building toward another release, and I’m determined to make it even more intense than the last.
“Dimitri, please,” she begs, her voice ragged and desperate. “I can’t take anymore.”
But I’m not ready to stop. I want to push her to the edge, to make her scream my name as she comes apart in my arms. I increase my pace, my fingers and tongue working in tandem to drive her higher and higher.
“Please- I just… I need more…”
I don’t need to be asked twice, and my tongue continues to work on me, circling, plunging, exploring, and dragging across her folds and throbbing bud. She tenses beneath me, her body coiled like a spring as she teeters on the brink of release. I can feel her muscles clenching around my fingers, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. And then, with a final cry, she shatters, her orgasm washing over her like a tidal wave.
I slow my movements, gently lapping at her as she comes down from her high. She’s boneless, her body limp and sated as she lies beneath me.
I can’t help but feel a sense of pride at the fact that I’m the one who brought her to this point.
But I’m not done with her yet. I want to make her cum again, to show her just how good it can be between us. I slide up her body, pressing kisses to her stomach, her breasts, her neck. She moans, her hands coming up to tangle in my hair as she pulls me closer.
“Again?” she asks, her voice barely above a whisper.
“Again,” I confirm, my voice low and husky.
I slide back down her body, my tongue tracing a path along her inner thigh. She shivers, her legs parting instinctively as she gives me access to her most sensitive spot. I lick her again, savoring the way she tastes, the way she responds to my touch.
She’s already so close, I can feel it. I slide a finger inside her, curling it upward as I flick my tongue against her clit. She cries out, her hips bucking as she grinds against me. I can feel her muscles clenching around my finger, her body tensing as she hurtles towards release.
And then she’s there, her orgasm crashing over her like a wave. She cries out my name, her body shaking as she comes apart in my arms. I keep licking her, prolonging her pleasure as she rides out the aftershocks of her orgasm.
When she finally stills, I slide up her body, pressing a gentle kiss to her lips. She’s breathing heavily, her eyes closed as she tries to catch her breath. I can feel her heart racing beneath my fingertips, and I know that I’ve done my job well.
I’m panting, my heart pounding in my chest as I plant my hands on either side of Sara’s head. I can feel the heat radiating off her body, and it’s driving me wild. I look down, seeing my cock poised at her entrance, and I swear to God, I’ve never wanted anything more in my life.
“I need you to relax for me, printsessa,” I say, my voice low and rough. I can see the apprehension in her eyes, but she nods, trusting me.
She raises her eyebrows, a hint of a smile playing on her lips. “I am very relaxed right now Dimitri.”
I chuckle, feeling some of the tension ease out of me. “Good. Because this is going to be a fucking tight fit.”
I grip myself at the base, rubbing the head of my cock against her folds. She’s so wet, so ready for me. I can feel her heat, her slickness, and it’s like a match to gasoline. I groan, feeling the pleasure shoot through me as I press myself into her opening.
At first, there’s just a stretching sensation. I can see the surprise in her eyes, the question of how something so big can fit into something so small. I push in and out, easing myself in bit by bit. I can feel her body resisting, then yielding, then welcoming me. The slight sting of her core stretching to fit me gives way to an incredible sense of connection, of knowing that right now, we’re completely absorbed into each other.
She sucks in a sharp breath and I know it’s her hymen. I groan, feeling a primal satisfaction knowing that I’m the one taking her virginity. She grips my back, her fingers digging into my muscle as I continue to push myself deeper and deeper inside her.
“You are mine Sara. You are fucking mine,” I growl, feeling the possessiveness surge through me. It seems to take forever before I’m fully inside her, but God, it feels more amazing than I ever imagined. I keep stroking her clit, and moving myself further into her, so that the initial pain will give way to pleasure.
I find a rhythm, one that has her gasping and moaning beneath me. “Dimitri- Oh my God,” she gasps, her eyes wide and filled with wonder.
“Fuck,” I groan, feeling my control slipping. “I love how sensitive you are, printsessa.”
She blushes, biting her lip to keep in her moans. I can see the worry in her eyes, the fear that someone might hear. I close my eyes, pumping myself harder into her. My grip on her hips tightens, and I increase my pace, my cock a blur of motion inside her.
She’s on the edge when I squeeze her hips almost painfully tight and groan, leaning my head back. I feel my cock pulse inside her, feel the warmth spreading between us. I’ve just come inside her, and the intimacy of it pushes her over the edge. Her core clenches around my length, squeezing me tighter, as if her body wants to milk every last drop of my cum.
I sag against her, grinning with satisfaction. I plant a quick kiss on her lips, feeling a sense of completeness that I’ve never felt before. “Holy shit,” I whisper, my voice filled with awe.
“How was that, Sara?” I ask, my voice low and husky. I can see the shock in her eyes, the way she’s struggling to find words. I can’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction, knowing I’m the one who left her speechless.
She doesn’t answer. She can’t. She’s still trying to process what just happened. I’ve never seen her like this before. It’s… intoxicating.
“If you can’t even speak,” I say, a hint of amusement in my voice, “I must have done something right.”
She’s still silent, her eyes wide. I can see the wheels turning in her head, the gears grinding as she tries to make sense of it all.
“You know, I didn’t use a condom, I wanted to feel you. All of you.” I say, very casually. I watch as the color drains from her face, her eyes widening even more.
I can see the shock turning into anger, her eyes narrowing. “You could have gotten me pregnant!” she says, her voice rising.
I chuckle. “That’s the idea,” I say, my voice low and dangerous. I can see the fear in her eyes, but there’s something else there too. Defiance. It’s… exciting.
She’s furious. She hits me on the shoulder, hard. “You can’t just do that without asking me!” She hits me again, her eyes blazing.
“You didn’t seem to mind. You’re mine now, Sara,” I say, smirking. I twist a strand of her hair around my finger, feeling her tremble beneath my touch. “Your father will finally give you to me once you get pregnant. A child will forfeit your engagement.”
She hits me again, her eyes filled with rage. “Shut up, you beast.”
“You are mine now, printsessa,” I say, leaning in close. “I ruined you for anyone else.”
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Dimitri
I can’t help it, I’m drawn to her.
Sara Amato.
The name itself feels like a song, a sweet melody that’s stuck on repeat in my head. I’ve been in this class for twenty minutes now, sitting at the back, nursing a cold cup of coffee. My eyes keep flicking to the entrance, waiting for that flash of long brown hair and those grey eyes that hold galaxies within them.
The lecture drags on, the professor’s words bouncing off me like bullets off a tank. My mind’s elsewhere, caught up in thoughts of Sara. It’s been years since I first saw her. She was just a girl then, but she left an imprint on my soul, one that not even time could wash away.
The moment I heard of her choice of university, I knew it was fate playing its hand. Same university, same course – Business and Management. It couldn’t be a coincidence; we’re two pieces of the same puzzle destined to fit together.
The door creaks open and there she is. A breath catches in my throat as she steps inside, unaware of the predatory eyes following her every move. She’s more beautiful than I remember; all grown up and full of fire.
Her gaze scans the room and for a moment our eyes lock. My heart pounds against my ribcage like a wild beast trying to break free. The look in her eyes… It’s not recognition, but something else – curiosity maybe?
My fingers tighten around the cup as she finds a seat at the front, right under the professor’s nose. A smart move for a studious girl like her. She flips open her notebook and I can almost see the gears turning in her head.
The thought crosses my mind right then.
I’ll break every rule for this girl.
No matter what it takes, Sara will be mine. The Bratva protocols can go to hell for all I care. The ruthless man that I am, I won’t stop until she’s by my side, where she belongs.
The hum of voices and the clatter of chairs fill the room as the lecture concludes. My gaze never strays from her. From Sara. She’s deep in thought, her brow furrowed as she jots down notes. A hint of a smile tugs at the corners of my mouth. Always the diligent student.
Just then, a girl slides into the seat next to Sara, her blonde hair bobbing as she excitedly taps on Sara’s shoulder. My fists clench instinctively. Who is she? And why is she invading Sara’s space?
“Hey, I’m Martha,” the girl announces, her voice a high-pitched squeak that grates on my nerves.
Sara looks up, surprised, but quickly composes herself. “Hi, Martha,” she responds, and I feel a shiver snake its way down my spine at the sound of her voice. It’s as sweet as honey, yet holds an edge that could cut glass.
“I noticed we’re taking the same classes,” Martha continues, oblivious to my intense scrutiny from across the room. “Maybe we could study together sometime?”
Sara nods, a hint of relief in her eyes. “I’d like that,” she replies, her words echoing in my ears. They exchange phone numbers and, as soon as class is over, Martha leaves.
I’ve heard her voice now – that soft melody that matches the rhythm of my heartbeat – and it feels like I’ve been starved for it all these years without knowing it. I crave more. I want to hear her laugh, hear her cry, hear her scream out my name…
Everyone starts packing up, eager to escape the confines of the lecture hall but my gaze remains fixated on Sara as she gathers her things, her brow furrowed in concentration. I savor the sight of her, knowing that every moment I get to watch her is a gift.
A guy from our class, a jock with more brawn than brains, struts towards Sara. His cocky grin screams trouble. He stops at her desk, leaning against it in what he probably thinks is a casual pose. I grit my teeth. Who does he think he is?
Sara looks up, her eyes meeting his for a moment before they flicker away in annoyance. I can’t help but feel a rush of satisfaction at her reaction.
“Hey beautiful, can I get your number?” he asks with a sleazy grin.
Sara didn’t even look up. “No thanks,” she mutters as she continues gathering her stuff.
The guy leans in closer. “Oh, come on, don’t be like that. We could have some fun together.”
I feel my blood boil at his words. How dare he speak to her that way? My hands curl into fists under the desk.
Sara’s eyes flash with anger. She whirls around to face him. “I said no. Now fuck off before I make you regret opening your mouth,” she spits
The guy recoils in surprise and mumbles something incoherent before slinking away with his tail between his legs.
I can’t help but chuckle. Feisty. Just my type.
Sara swings her bag over her shoulder and strides out of the classroom, head held high. I quickly gather my things and follow her out.
I keep my distance as she strides down the hallway. Her bag bounces against her hip with each determined step. I can’t take my eyes off her.
She turns the corner and I quicken my pace. I see her push through the exit doors leading outside. This is my chance. I follow her out into the crisp autumn air. She’s walking briskly across the quad, her hair blowing behind her.
My heart pounds as I close the distance between us. Just before she reaches the next building, I make my move. My hand darts out and grabs her wrist. She whips around, eyes blazing.
“What the f-”
I cut her off by dragging her into the alley between the science building and the admin offices. I press her against the brick wall, caging her in with my arms.
“Let go of me!” she shouts, squirming against my grip.
“Shhh,” I whisper, leaning in close. Her eyes blaze with anger and she tries to wrench free but I press my body against hers, trapping her in place.
“I saw the way that meathead was looking at you,” I murmur, my lips grazing her ear. She flinches away in disgust but I don’t let go. “How did it make you feel, knowing you had his attention? Did it get your heart racing, even just a little?”
I slide my hand from her mouth, trailing it down her neck. Her lips peel back in a snarl.
“Let me show you how good I can make you feel,” I purr, nuzzling into her hair.
Before I can react, her knee slams up into my crotch. White hot agony explodes through my groin and I double over with a choked groan, stumbling back.
Sara wastes no time. She shoves me hard and I collapse to the ground, writhing in pain.
“Fuck off and leave me alone, you creep!” she spits, her voice dripping with contempt. She flips me off for good measure before spinning on her heel and stalking away.
A fire ignites within me, burning away the pain. No one has ever dared defy me like that. But I like it. I like her spark. It only makes me want her more.
And I always get what I want.
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Dimitri
Sara grins and takes my hand, leading me towards the elevators. I follow eagerly, anticipation building as we step into the elevator and she presses the button for the top floor.
As soon as the doors slide closed, I pull Sara into my arms, claiming her lips in a passionate kiss. She responds fervently, her fingers tangling in my hair. By the time we reach our suite, we’re both a bit breathless.
I slide the key card and usher Sara inside the luxurious room. Floor-to-ceiling windows provide a breathtaking view of the city skyline glittering below us. Sara wanders over and gazes out appreciatively.
“It’s beautiful up here,” she says.
I come up behind her, wrapping my arms around her waist. “Not as beautiful as you,” I murmur against her neck.
Sara laughs softly, twisting in my embrace to face me, her arms encircling my neck. The look in her smoldering eyes makes my pulse race with desire.
“I think you’re still wearing too many clothes, Mr. Amato,” she says teasingly.
“Well then, allow me to remedy that situation, Mrs. Amato.”
I take a moment to drink in the sight of Sara before me, her eyes dark with desire and her lips parted in anticipation. She’s so beautiful it takes my breath away. I slowly trace my fingers along the curve of her jaw, feeling her shiver beneath my touch.
With a gentle tug, I pull the zipper of her dress down, revealing the smooth expanse of her back. The fabric pools at her feet, leaving her standing in nothing but her lacy underwear. I can’t help but let out a low growl of appreciation at the sight of her.
Sara bites her lip, her eyes never leaving mine as I reach around to unclasp her bra. It falls away, leaving her breasts bare and exposed to my hungry gaze. I cup them in my hands, feeling their weight and softness. Sara gasps as I brush my thumbs over her nipples, already hard and sensitive.
I lean down to capture one of her nipples in my mouth, sucking and teasing it until she’s moaning and writhing against me. My other hand roams down her body, tracing the curve of her waist and hips before slipping into her panties.
Sara gasps as I touch her, my fingers finding her already wet and ready for me. I stroke her gently, feeling her body tremble and arch towards me. She’s so responsive, so eager for my touch, it’s intoxicating.
I scoop Sara up into my arms, carrying her over to the bed. I lay her down gently, my eyes never leaving hers as I strip off my own clothes. She watches me with a heated gaze, her chest rising and falling with each ragged breath.
I climb onto the bed, settling myself between her legs. I kiss her deeply, my tongue tangling with hers as I continue to touch her. She moans into my mouth, her hips bucking against my hand.
I slide one finger inside her, feeling her tightness and heat. Sara gasps, her nails digging into my shoulders as I begin to move my finger in and out. I add a second finger, stretching her and preparing her for what’s to come.
Sara’s moans grow louder, her body writhing beneath me as I continue my ministrations. I can feel her getting closer and closer to the edge, her muscles tensing and her breath coming in short gasps.
I pull back slightly, breaking the kiss and looking down at her. Her eyes are closed, her face flushed with pleasure.
I can feel Sara’s breath hitch as I continue to move my fingers inside her, her body writhing beneath me. She’s so close, I can feel it. But I want to make this last. I want to savor every moment of this.
Suddenly, Sara’s eyes fly open and she looks up at me with a mischievous glint in her eye. “I want to be on top,” she says, her voice low and husky.
I raise an eyebrow in surprise, but I’m more than happy to oblige. I pull my fingers out of her and roll onto my back, watching as Sara straddles me. She’s so beautiful, sitting there on top of me with her hair cascading down her back and her eyes filled with desire.
Sara reaches down and begins to unbutton my shirt, her fingers deftly working the buttons through the holes. I lift my head slightly so she can pull the shirt off over my head, revealing my bare chest.
Sara’s eyes roam over my body, taking in every inch of me. She leans down and presses her lips to my chest, kissing me slowly and deliberately. I can feel her warm breath against my skin, sending shivers down my spine.
I reach up and run my fingers through her hair, pulling her closer to me. I can feel her nipples harden against my chest as she continues to kiss me, her tongue darting out to taste my skin.
Sara’s hands begin to wander down my body, tracing the lines of my abs and chest. She reaches the waistband of my pants and begins to undo the button, her fingers deftly working the zipper down.
I lift my hips slightly so she can pull my pants off, leaving me in nothing but my boxers. Sara’s eyes widen as she takes in the sight of my erection straining against the fabric.
She leans down and presses her lips to the bulge, kissing me through the fabric. I can feel the heat of her breath against my skin, making me even harder.
Sara hooks her fingers into the waistband of my boxers and pulls them down, freeing my cock. She looks up at me with a wicked grin before taking me into her mouth.
I let out a low groan as I feel her warm, wet mouth envelop me. She begins to move her head up and down, her tongue swirling around the tip of my cock.
She’s teasing me, taking her time as she explores every inch of me with her mouth. I can feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge, but just as I’m about to cum, she pulls away.
“Sara,” I growl, my voice low and husky. “Don’t stop.”
She looks up at me with a mischievous grin, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “Who said I was going to stop?”
She leans down and begins to kiss me again, her lips moving up and down my shaft. I can feel myself getting harder and harder, my body aching for release. But just as I’m about to cum again, she pulls away once more.
“Sara,” I say, my voice strained.
She laughs softly, her fingers tracing patterns on my chest.
I can feel myself getting frustrated, my body on edge. I want to cum so badly, but Sara is teasing me mercilessly. I reach down and grab her hair, pulling her towards me.
“Dimitri,” she gasps, her eyes wide with surprise.
“I can’t take it anymore,” I say, my voice rough. “I need you.”
She smiles and leans down, her lips brushing against mine. “I need you too,” she whispers.
I can’t believe how good this feels. We haven’t done it in over a month, since before the baby came. Her doctor gave us the go-ahead just this morning. Sara’s hand guides my dick inside her, and I let out a low groan as I feel her warmth envelop me. She moans loudly, her head thrown back in pleasure. I watch as her breasts bounce with each movement, and I can’t help but reach up to grab them.
“Fuck, Sara,” I growl, my voice low and husky. “You feel so good. I missed this so much.”
She smiles down at me, her eyes dark with desire. “You like that?” she asks, her voice teasing.
I nod, my hands gripping her hips as she begins to move on my dick. At first, she moves slowly, her movements deliberate and sensual. But then she picks up the pace, bouncing faster and faster. I can feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge, but I don’t want this to end.
“Slow down, baby,” I say, my voice strained. “I don’t want to cum yet.”
Sara grins and leans down to whisper in my ear. “Who says I want you to cum already?” she asks, her voice low and seductive.
I groan as she begins to move again, her hips grinding against mine. I can feel every inch of her, and it’s driving me wild. I reach up to grab her hair, pulling her head back so I can kiss her neck.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” I murmur, my lips brushing against her skin. “I could do this all night.”
Sara moans in response, her movements becoming more erratic. I can feel her getting closer and closer to the edge, and I know I won’t be able to hold out much longer.
Her breasts are bouncing in time with her movements, and I can’t help but reach up and grab them again.
Sara leans forward, bracing herself on my chest as she continues to ride me. I can feel her breath hot against my skin, her hair tickling my face. I wrap my arms around her, pulling her closer to me as I thrust up into her.
“Cum for me, baby,” I say, my voice rough. “I want to feel you cum on my dick.”
But just as she’s about to go over the edge, she stops suddenly. She looks down at me with a mischievous grin, her eyes sparkling with amusement.
“What are you doing?” I ask, my voice strained.
“I want you to cum with me,” she says, her voice low and husky.
I groan in frustration, but I can’t deny that the thought of cumming together is incredibly hot. I reach up to grab her hips, pulling her down onto me as I thrust up into her.
“Okay, baby,” I say, my voice low and intense. “Let’s do this together.”
Sara smiles and begins to move again, her hips grinding against mine. I can feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge, and I know she’s right there with me.
“Come for me, Dimitri,” she says, her voice breathy. “I want to feel you cum inside me.”
I groan as I feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge. I can feel my balls tightening, and I know I’m about to come.
“I’m gonna cum, baby,” I say, my voice strained. “I’m gonna cum inside you.”
Sara moans in response, her movements becoming more erratic. I can feel her getting closer and closer to the edge, and I know she’s about to cum too.
“Cum with me, Dimitri,” she says, her voice low and intense. “Cum with me now.”
I groan as I feel myself going over the edge. I can feel my dick pulsing inside her, and I know I’m coming.
“Fuck, Sara,” I growl, my voice low and intense. “I’m cumming.”
Sara moans in response, her movements becoming more erratic. I can feel her getting closer and closer to the edge, and I know she’s about to cum too.
“Cum with me, baby,” I say, my voice rough. “Cum with me now.”
Sara lets out a loud moan as she goes over the edge. I can feel her pussy clenching around my dick, and I know she’s cumming.
“Oh fuck, Dimitri,” she cries out, her voice breathy.
I groan as I feel her cumming around my dick. It’s the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had, and I can’t believe how good it feels.
Sara collapses on top of me, her body trembling with pleasure. I wrap my arms around her, holding her close as we both catch our breath.
We lay there for a few moments, basking in the afterglow of our orgasms. I can feel Sara’s heart beating against my chest, and I know that I never want to let her go.
My fingers lazily trail up and down her bare back and I press a kiss to her hair, inhaling her sweet scent.
“I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of being with you like this,” I murmur.
Sara tilts her face up to me, a satisfied smile playing on her lips. “Mmm, me neither.”
She stretches up to give me a slow, sensual kiss before nestling back against me with a contented sigh. We lay quietly for a few minutes, simply enjoying the intimacy of the moment. My mind drifts to thoughts of our future together.
“You know,” I say, “seeing you graduate today got me thinking.”
Sara props herself up on one elbow, looking at me curiously. “Oh? What about?”
“About what comes next for you. For us.” I brush a strand of hair back from her face. “I know how passionate you are about your studies. How driven you’ve been to finish your degree.”
Sara nods, her expression thoughtful. “It’s been my dream for so long to get my bachelor’s. But now that I’m here…” She bites her lip.
“You’re wondering what’s next, aren’t you?” I finish for her.
“Yeah, I guess I am. We never really talked about what I’d do after graduating. I figured once we got married, I’d be expected to just be a housewife and mother.”
I take her hand, bringing it to my lips for a kiss. “Sara, you should know by now I want you to be happy. To pursue your passions, whatever they may be.”
Her eyes light up. “Really?”
“Of course.” I caress her cheek. “If you wanted to keep studying, get your master’s or even PhD, I’d support you completely. I know how brilliant you are, zvezda moya. I want to see you shine.”
“Dimitri…” Sara’s eyes glisten with emotion. She kisses me deeply. When we finally break apart, she asks excitedly, “Do you really mean it? You’d let me keep going to school?”
I chuckle at her enthusiasm. “Yes, as long as you save time for me too.” I wink playfully.
Sara laughs. “Oh, I think we’d manage.” She kisses along my jawline teasingly.
“Mmm, if this is the kind of persuasion I can expect, then I most definitely approve of more schooling for you,” I murmur, rolling us so I hover over her.
Sara grins up at me impishly. ” Maybe you could help keep me motivated?”
“I like the way you think, Mrs. Amato.” I trail kisses down her neck and across her collarbone as she sighs blissfully. “You know… if you do continue with your advanced degrees, we may need to eventually think about expanding our family.”
Sara glances up at me with a raised brow. “Oh? You want more kids already?”
I shrug, giving her a crooked smile. “I mean, one child is wonderful, of course. But just imagine – a whole house full of little ones running around. All of them taking after their brilliant, beautiful mother.”
Sara bites her lip, looking thoughtful. “It would be nice for our little one to have siblings close in age to play with…”
“Exactly,” I say. “And you know how I love to practice making babies with you.” I punctuate this with a squeeze to her backside that makes her yelp and laugh.
“You’re incorrigible,” Sara says, swatting my chest playfully. But her eyes shine with happiness.
“Perhaps.” I kiss the tip of her nose. “If I agree to fully support you pursuing higher education, would you consider giving me a second little one once you’ve finished your Masters?”
Sara pretends to consider this seriously for a moment. “Hmm well, I suppose that sounds like a reasonable arrangement, Mr. Amato.” Her eyes sparkle mischievously. “Especially if we seal the deal how we just did.”
“I like the way you negotiate, Mrs. Amato,” I growl playfully, Sara giggles then moans as I kiss a heated trail down her body.
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Chapter 1
Sara
Martha and I walk out of the lecture hall together, merging into the river of students flooding the hallway. Our management theory class has just ended and it is finally the weekend.
“How does it feel to be back on campus?”
I roll my eyes dramatically. “I can’t say I missed the campus drama but after a whole month of engagement parties and pretending to be the happy fiancée, it’s better than being paraded around like a show pony.”
Martha laughs, her brown eyes twinkling with mirth. She’s the only one who understands my situation with Lorenzo. The arranged marriage I never asked for but can’t get out of.
I know my father- my family needs the alliance, but it doesn’t make me feel any less of an object to be married off like this. I shouldn’t care, but Lorenzo is not even remotely relevant in the Cosa Nostra. Just a disgustingly wealthy man with the self-destructive tendency to bite off way more than he can chew. He’s been my father’s associate for long enough to strike a deal with him, but I doubt he is truly aware of what he’s gotten himself into. And now, I’m stuck with him.
“Well, at least you’re back now,” she says. “Everyone thought you’d stay away until the wedding, but you even came back a week earlier than you had originally planned.”
“Not sure I could have handled another week of that,” I reply.
“Well, look at it on the bright side,” she says. “At least you got to enjoy the food. I heard the lobster bisque was to die for.”
“Not sure it’s worth having to wear pantyhose in the July heat,” I reply.
We head out the heavy double doors into the late afternoon sunlight. Students lounge on the grassy quad, soaking up the sunshine. Two guys toss a frisbee back and forth, their carefree laughter carrying on the breeze. I wish I could trade places with them.
Martha gives me a sympathetic smile. “Chin up, buttercup. It’s good to have you back, even under these circumstances.”
The thought of the wedding still makes my stomach twist into knots.
Just the mention of the wedding makes my stomach twist into knots. In three short months, I’m expected to walk down the aisle to marry Lorenzo, a man twice my age who gives me the creeps.
All because Daddy dearest decided it would be good for business to merge our families. My whole future signed away without so much as a “hey Sara, what do you think about this?” It’s infuriating.
“Have you tried talking to your mother again?” Martha asks gently as we walk across the quad.
I let out a harsh laugh. “Oh yeah, because that went so well the first ten thousand times. ‘This is for your own good, Sara. Lorenzo comes from a good family. You’re lucky to have landed such a successful husband.’ Ugh.”
I kick angrily at a pebble on the path, sending it skittering into the grass. “They don’t care what I want. In their minds, I’m just Daddy’s little bargaining chip.”
Martha links her arm through mine and gives it a comforting squeeze. “I’m sorry, hon. You deserve so much better than this.”
I sigh, my frustration melting into resignation. “It’s fine.” I try to sound nonchalant, but my voice wavers a little. The truth is, I’m terrified about marrying Lorenzo, but I don’t have a choice.
We reach the edge of campus where Martha’s shiny blue Prius is parked at the curb. She pops the trunk and she loads her backpacks inside.
“Call me later if you need to talk,” she says. “I can come over and we can drown your sorrows in ice cream.”
“It’s a deal.” I manage a small smile. Martha always knows how to lift my spirits, even if just for a moment.
We hug goodbye and she climbs into her car. I wave as she pulls away from the curb, the late afternoon sun glinting off her windshield. Then I start the walking back to my dorm.
I think about my situation and a small, defiant voice in my head whispers, what if you didn’t have to go through with it? What if you could find a way out of this nightmare?
I quickly silence it. There’s no way out. I just have to accept my fate. Dad would never allow me to back out now.
I take the long way back to the students’ dormitory, deliberately avoiding the Phi Kappa Sigma fraternity house where Dimitri and his band of merry boys live. Since day one he has been overly interested in me, but I have avoided him as much as possible.
It’s been a month since I last walked these paths, a month spent in a whirlwind of parties and forced smiles. Now, as I return, I can’t help but feel a sense of unease even though I haven’t caught sight of Dimitri or his lackeys lurking around corners. They usually just hurl taunts and leers in my direction, while he watches me silently from afar.
For a moment, I wonder if they have turned their attention elsewhere during my absence. Maybe they found some other poor girl to harass. The thought brings both relief and worry. Relief that I might be free from their harassment but worry for whoever might be enduring it now.
Everyone on campus knows to steer clear of Dimitri and his band at the Phi Kappa Sigma house. He’s got the whole lot of them wrapped around his little finger. They follow him around like obedient dogs, eager to please their master. Even his cousin Ivan, who by all accounts seems like a decent guy when he’s not by Dimitri’s side.
Whenever Dimitri and his lackeys go out, trouble follows. Loud parties that last all night, drinks spilled, girls being harassed and grabbed against their will. The authorities turn a blind eye since Dimitri’s family pumps tons of money into the university. It’s like he’s untouchable.
My phone buzzes in my pocket as I stroll down a tree-lined path, dappled afternoon sunlight filtering through the leaves. I don’t even need to check the screen to know it’s Lorenzo. Again. That’s the tenth call I’ve ignored today. I’m sure he’s fuming that I won’t pick up. Tough luck. I’m not in the mood to hear him drone on about his golf game or stocks or whatever else rich old men talk about.
The phone finally goes silent. But a few seconds later, it starts buzzing with a barrage of texts. I don’t read them, but I’m sure they’re full of passive aggressive jabs about me being an ungrateful fiancée. Lorenzo hates when I don’t answer his calls and texts immediately. He sees it as a challenge to his authority over me.
My thumb hovers over the power button, tempted to just turn the stupid phone off. But I know he’ll only punish me worse later if I do. With a resigned sigh, I slide the phone back into my pocket, letting it buzz unanswered against my leg.
Only three more months until I’m shackled for life to that arrogant, patronizing tyrant. Dad couldn’t have picked a more odious man for me to marry if he had tried. I bet Lorenzo gets some sick satisfaction out of controlling me, being able to lord his money and power over his new child bride. Just thinking about it makes my skin crawl.
Sometimes I fantasize about making a break for it. Hopping on a bus bound for anywhere and leaving this mess behind. But my father would hunt me down in a heartbeat. His precious business merger with Lorenzo’s family depends on me going through with this sham of a marriage. And Dad always gets what he wants, no matter who has to suffer.
A wave of unease creeps up my spine as I turn the corner onto a quieter street. The buzz from my phone has died down, and the sudden silence feels heavy, suffocating. I pick up my pace and the click of my heels against the pavement echoes the fact that I’m alone.
I’m halfway down the block when an unmistakable sound of footsteps falls into sync with my own. My heart races; I tell myself it’s just another student heading home, but a chill tells me otherwise. Before I can glance over my shoulder, a rough hand clamps over my mouth, cutting off my startled cry.
Panic surges through me as I’m yanked backward into an alleyway. The smell of cigarettes and leather invades my senses. I thrash against the iron grip, but it’s futile. My muffled screams go unheard as more hands join the first, dragging me deeper into the shadows.
“Let me go!” I manage to shout once they release their hold on my mouth. My words echo off the brick walls, sounding small and helpless, even to my own ears.
Boris looms over me, his face an impassive mask. Lev’s cold grip tightens on my arm, his fingers digging in like steel bands. Andrei and Mikhail flank him, silent sentinels blocking any hope of escape.
“What do you want from me?” I demand, voice shaking despite my attempt at bravado.
Boris just smirks and shakes his head slowly. Lev’s response is a low chuckle that sets my nerves on edge.
“Keep quiet if you know what’s good for you,” Andrei says with a sneer. His threat sends shivers down my spine.
I kick out at Mikhail, hoping to break free, but he easily dodges and grabs both of my wrists in one of his massive hands.
“You’re making this harder than it needs to be,” he growls.
“Where are you taking me?” I try to keep the fear out of my voice, but it quivers uncontrollably.
They don’t answer. Instead, they hustle me toward a black SUV parked at the mouth of the alley. Panic bubbles up inside me like boiling water about to overflow. This can’t be happening.
I open my mouth to scream again when Boris clamps his hand back over it. “Not a sound,” he hisses in my ear.
The threat in his voice is unmistakable; any further resistance will be met with violence.
My mind races with images of what Dimitri might do if I anger his men any further.
As we reach the SUV, they shove me inside and slam the door shut behind me. The vehicle peels away from the curb before I can even attempt to get my bearings.
They take everything from me—my phone, my purse.
When we finally stop, I recognize the Phi Kappa Sigma fraternity house looming before us like some twisted fortress. The place where Dimitri holds court with his loyal subjects—his enforcers who are now my captors.
They drag me from the car and up the steps to the front door. My heart is racing so fast it feels like it might burst through my chest. I scan the street for anyone who might help me but it is deserted—everyone else is likely to be enjoying their Friday evening oblivious to what’s happening here.
“Please,” I whisper as Boris tightens his hold on my hand “just tell me why.”
His only response is a grunt as he pushes me forward into Andrei’s waiting arms. Mikhail opens the door and they haul me inside.
The house is dimly lit and eerily silent—which is quite strange since it’s usually raucous during parties. They march me down a hallway lined with doors until we reach one at the far end.
As they open it and push me inside, every fiber of my being screams that this is wrong—that something terrible awaits me beyond that threshold.
“Please don’t do this,” I beg them one last time as they force me into the room and close the door behind them, leaving no doubt that escape isn’t an option.
Boris’s hands clamp down on my shoulders, pushing me into a chair with a force that leaves no room for resistance. The rope scrapes against my wrists, growing tighter with each pull from Andrei. He fastens a gag around my mouth, silencing my protests. I twist against the bindings, my muscles burning with the effort but it’s no use. The ropes are unyielding, biting into my skin.
Lev and Mikhail share a knowing look before they leave the room, their footsteps a fading echo on the cold, hard floor.
In a sudden surge of defiance, I jerk my head forward, connecting sharply with Boris’s jaw. A grunt escapes him, more from surprise than pain. He stumbles back, his eyes narrowing into dangerous slits. I brace myself for his retaliation.
“Ty smelaya,” he mutters under his breath. You’re brave. I understand a bit of Russian because my father forced me to learn it. He said it was important to understand our rivals’ language, for respect and caution. So, while I can’t speak it, I can grasp some of what Boris says.
Then, without warning, his hand strikes across my face. The slap stings, making my eyes tear, blurring my vision. I refuse to give him the satisfaction of seeing me cry. I hold his gaze, unflinching, even as my cheek throbs with pain.
That’s when Dimitri walks in. He’s with Ivan, his cousin and right-hand man.
He stands in the doorway, a dark silhouette against the dim light.
When he walks in, his presence fills the room, commanding and chilling. Dimitri, with his cold, calculating eyes and a demeanor that spells danger. Yet, there’s an undeniable charm about him, a magnetism that draws you in, despite your better judgment. If only he weren’t so ruthless, I find myself thinking. Under different circumstances, maybe…
But no, that’s not a road I can afford to go down. Not with everything at stake, not with my heart caged in fear and loathing. Dimitri’s gaze meets mine, and for a fleeting second, I see a flicker of something unreadable in his eyes. Then it’s gone, masked by the familiar icy indifference.
“What do we have here?” he says, his voice resounding with a smooth, dangerous lilt that sends a shiver down my spine. He steps closer, and I can’t help but notice the way his shirt clings to his lean, muscular frame.
I try to steady my breathing, to maintain some semblance of control in this helpless situation. Dimitri is the predator, and I the unwilling prey, caught in a game that I never wanted to play.
His eyes, dark and inscrutable, fix on mine, holding me captive in a way the ropes never could.
Then, without a word, he leans down and his lips meet mine. It’s a kiss that’s not a kiss, devoid of tenderness, a show of power, a claim. I’m frozen, shocked by the audacity, the brazen violation of my space. His lips are firm, unyielding, and I’m too stunned to respond. When he pulls back, it’s with the faintest smirk, as if he’s just won a round in a game only he’s playing.
Dimitri turns sharply to Boris, his features set in a hard line. They lock eyes, and Dimitri’s voice drops to a dangerous growl, the words coming fast and furious.
“Yesli ty yeshche raz udarish’ yeye, ya otorvu tebe golovu,” Dimitri hisses, the threat in his voice icy and lethal. If you hit her again, I’ll rip your head off. I catch the meaning of his words, just enough to grasp Dimitri’s deadly warning.
Boris recoils slightly, the fear in his eyes betraying his usually stoic facade. He nods quickly.
Just then, my phone starts ringing. Dimitri’s eyes flicker to me, a mischievous glint appearing in them. He reaches over and snatches my phone from the table. “Looks like Lorenzo’s calling,” he says with a teasing tone. He holds the phone out, looking at me with a challenging smirk. “Should I answer it? Let him hear all the terrible things I could do to you?”.
Another phone erupts into a shrill ring at that moment, slicing through the tense air. Ivan walks up to Dimitri and gives him the ringing phone.
“It’s your brother.”
Dimitri snatches it and his eyes narrow before he strides out. His scowl deepens with every step. Ivan walks out behind him. The door slams shut behind them.
Mikhail and Lev reenter the room, their eyes flicking over me with a mix of curiosity and malice. Boris, still nursing his jaw, sneers in my direction. “Dimitri’s got his claws out for this bitch,” he mutters, a venomous edge to his voice. “Thinks she’s something special.”
Mikhail smirks, a cruel glint in his eye. “Well Dimitri’s not here to play the hero now.” His words hang heavy, ripe with implication.
Andrei’s laugh, dark and wicked, sends a shiver down my spine. He moves towards me, and his rough hands shove the gag back into my mouth, stifling any protest. I try to scream, but it’s muffled, and it’s useless.
Then Boris’s hand connects with my face again, a sharp sting spreading across my cheek. My vision blurs, as tears well up. My shirt strains against the force, and one of my buttons pops loose.
Lev’s eyes light up with a predatory hunger. He reaches out, and his cold and unwelcome fingers touch my skin. “Soft,” he murmurs, almost to himself, before his hand traces my chest to my breast and he fondles me roughly. I twist away, repulsed, but the ropes hold me tight. God, please no, I scream in my head.
Boris grips my hair, yanking my head back with brute force. Lev and Andrei join in, touching me anywhere their hands can reach. I feel degraded and repulsed by every touch.
The room spins, I’ve never felt so much fear and desperation in my life. I can’t fight them off no matter how much I try. The realization sinks in like a stone in my stomach. This is happening, and I’m powerless to stop it.
Suddenly, the door swings open, and Dimitri strides back in. His eyes take in the scene, and a shiver slices down my spine at the cold fury building in his gaze.
“Chto, chert voz’mi, vy tut delayete?” he spits out. “What the fuck are you doing?”
Chapter 2
Dimitri
I storm into the dimly lit room, my eyes burning with a rage I haven’t felt in years. Watching them touch Sara makes all the warning signs blink red. No one is allowed to touch Sara. No one is allowed to fucking touch my woman. She’s mine, and no one else’s. The stench of fear and sweat hangs heavy in the air. Lev, Boris, Mikhail, and Andrei freeze, their smirks fading as they catch sight of me. I lock eyes with Boris. My fists clench. “I thought I warned you,” I say, my voice low, each word punctuated with a step forward.
Boris tries to speak, but I’m on him before he can form a word. My fist connects with his jaw, a sharp crack in the heavy air. “Not,” I say, hitting him again, “to touch,” another hit, “her.”
Blood bursts from his nose and streaks down his face. I don’t stop. My fist slams into his cheek, and there’s a sickening crunch. Blood now pours from a split lip, mingling with the red from his nose. His eyes are wild with pain and fear.
Boris stumbles back, trying to shield his face, but I’m relentless. Another blow sends his front teeth flying.
His knees buckle, and he falls, a heap on the ground. Blood pools around him, his breath ragged and wet. The others watch, horror-stricken, but none of them dare intervene.
Then I turn to them. “You think you’re safe?” I growl. I launch at Lev, my anger a physical force. I hit him square in the stomach, and he doubles over. Mikhail and Andrei try to step in, but they’re no match for my fury. I strike fast, hard. Mikhail goes down with a blow to the temple. Andrei gets a fist in the ribs. They’re all on the ground now, groaning, bleeding.
In this world, mercy is a luxury I can’t afford. Not when it comes to what’s mine.
“Get out,” I snarl. They scramble to their feet, dragging Boris with them, his limp body draped over their shoulders, and hurry out of the room. The door slams shut behind them, leaving me alone with Sara.
Her eyes are wide with terror, her lips parted in a silent scream. She dares not make a sound. I look at her, my heart pounding in my chest. I lost control, and I know I must regain it.
“Don’t move,” I order, my voice barely above a whisper. I see the fear in her eyes, but she doesn’t defy me. I approach her, my hands trembling slightly. I reach out and grip her chin, my fingers tightening as I force her to look at me.
“You’re mine, Sara,” I hiss. “Do you understand?”
She stares up at me, her eyes filled with hatred. “You have no right,” she spits, once I remove the gag her voice barely audible.
I feel a surge of anger at her defiance, but I force myself to remain calm. “You’re right,” I say, my voice low and dangerous. “I don’t have the right. But you’re still mine, and that’s all that matters.” My gaze drops to her hand, to the engagement ring and the sight of it ignites a deeper anger in me. Fuck! I have an overwhelming urge to yank it off her finger and throw it away, to erase any claim anyone else has on her. But I restrain myself.
I shrug off my leather jacket and drape it around her trembling form, shielding her from the cold night air. Then, I pick her up in my arms, cradling her close to my chest, inhaling her intoxicating scent. I can feel her heart beating against my chest, a fragile rhythm that echoes the chaos of my own.
As I carry her to my car, I feel the soft brush of her cheek against my neck, a contact that sends a wave of desire crashing through my body. I smile to myself, a cruel twist of my lips.
***
I grip the steering wheel tightly, my knuckles turning white, as I navigate the winding roads leading to Sara’s dorm. I glance at Sara beside me, her face is pale and drawn in the faint moonlight filtering through the car windows. She’s still trembling, even though her eyes are determined.
As I pull up in front of her dorm, the engine idles loudly in the quiet night for a few seconds before I step out and then open the door on Sara’s side. My heart is pounding as I move to help her.
“I can walk,” Sara protests trying to push herself up.
Ignoring her, I say firmly, “You’re not in any state to walk. I’m responsible for what happened back there. I’ll take care of you now, so don’t argue.”
With that, I lift her gently, despite her feeble attempts to resist. The night air is cool and crisp, but I’m sweating profusely. My muscles are aching from the exertion of the fight, and my head throbs from the adrenaline rush. But all I can focus on is the softness of her body in my arms.
I reach her room without encountering anyone on the way, and fumble with the doorknob. The door swings open, and I step inside, carrying Sara over the threshold. The room is dark and quiet, the only sound is Sara’s soft sobs. I kick the door shut behind me, the heavy thud echoing in the silence.
I try to drop her on the bed, but she clutches me tightly, her arms wrapping around my neck, her fingers digging into my shoulders. A whimper escapes her lips, soft and pleading, and it sets my blood on fire.
“Fuck” I curse under my breath, a low growl rumbling in my chest. She still has that effect on me, even now, when she’s terrified and vulnerable. I lay her down on the bed, her body still trembling, her eyes wide and fearful. “Don’t tempt me, printsessa.”
I pull the covers up over her, tucking her in gently, as if she were a fragile doll. I can’t help but notice how small she is, how delicate. Her curves are soft and inviting beneath the thin fabric of her dress, and I feel a surge of desire that I can barely control.
I step back, putting some distance between us, but I can’t take my eyes off her. Her chest rises and falls with each shallow breath, and her lips slightly parted.
I reach out and brush a strand of hair away from her face, my fingers lingering on her soft cheek. Her skin is cool and smooth beneath my touch, and I can’t resist the urge to lean in and kiss her.
Her lips are soft and I groan against her mouth as my tongue slips past her teeth to explore the sweet depths of her mouth. She tastes like innocence and fear, a heady combination that drives me wild.
As I deepen the kiss, I feel her body tense beneath me. For a moment, I think she might push me away, but instead, she surprises me by trying to bite my lower lip. I pull back slightly, a smirk playing on my lips as I look down at her. Her eyes are blazing with defiance, and I can’t help but be impressed by her fiery spirit.
“Feisty,” I murmur, pulling and sucking the broken skin into my mouth. Her blazing defiance only sets my body more on fire. I can’t believe I let myself lose control like that. I’m Dimitri Morozov, for fuck’s sake. I’m not some lovesick fool. I’m a man of power, a man of action. I don’t let my emotions get the better of me.
But Sara… she’s different. She’s gotten under my skin in a way no other woman has. I can’t deny the attraction I feel towards her, the way her scent intoxicates me, the way her body fits perfectly against mine. But I should not let her get to me. Her engagement to Lorenzo is a strategic move, a way to solidify the alliance between the two powerful mafia families. I know that if I give in to my desires, I could put everything at risk. I can’t let my feelings for her compromise my family’s position.
It’s not just her family that puts her off-limits. Mine is just as dangerous, just as ruthless. I know that if her family found out about an affair, they would see it as a betrayal. And the consequences would be dire, for both Sara and me.
I can’t help but feel a deep resentment towards her and her privileged upbringing. She’s a Mafia princess, raised in a world of luxury and power. I’ve spent my whole life fighting tooth and nail for everything I have, for my father to approve of me. I can’t help but see her as a symbol of everything I hate about this world.
“I should go,” I say, taking a step back. “I’ll see you in class.”
“Wait, Dimitri,” she says, her eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that’s hard to ignore. “I… I… thank you for rescuing me back there.”
Her words hang between us as I turn and walk out of her dorm room, slamming the door shut behind me. I take a deep breath of cool night air, trying to calm my racing heart.
I slide into the driver’s seat of my car, my body still tense with desire. I can’t get the image of Sara out of my head. The way she looked at me with those wide, fearful eyes. The way her body trembled in my arms. The way her lips felt against mine. I groan and lean back in my seat, my hand instinctively moving to my crotch. I’m still hard, my cock straining against the fabric of my pants. I can’t help myself. I unzip my pants and pull out my cock, my hand wrapping around it tightly. I close my eyes and imagine Sara’s lips wrapped around me, her tongue flicking against the sensitive head. I stroke myself slowly, my breath coming in short, sharp gasps. I can feel the pressure building in my balls, the tension coiling in my lower back. I grip the steering wheel with my free hand, my knuckles turning white. I can’t believe I’m doing this. I’m Dimitri Morozov, for fuck’s sake. I don’t jerk off in my car like some horny teenager. But I can’t help it. Sara has an effect on me that no other woman has. I can’t get her out of my head. I stroke myself faster, my hand moving in a steady rhythm. I can feel myself getting closer, the pressure building to a fever pitch. I bite my lip to keep from moaning out loud.
My body tenses with anticipation. And then, with a final, desperate stroke, I come. My body shudders with the force of my orgasm, my cock pulsing in my hand. I lean back in my seat, my breath coming in ragged gasps. I quickly clean myself up with some wipes I keep in my glove compartment, then zip up my pants. I take a deep breath and start the car.
My phone buzzes in my pocket, jolting me out of my thoughts. I pull it out and see Ivan’s name flashing on the screen. I answer with a gruff “What?”
“Hey, cuz,” Ivan growls. “How’s Sara?”
“I think she’s ok,” I say, my voice tight. “I’m going to fucking kill them all.”
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It doesn’t feel right to wear this much black.
Nikolai wears black every single day but since Ivan’s funeral it just feels… different. Everything is too somber. Nikolai has spent so much in his office that I don’t know how to help. I keep trying to rack my brain as much as I can to think of something that will get him out of his funk.
Last night he mentioned something about appointing a new right-hand man today. Somebody from within the ranks that has really proved himself. I think it can only be a good thing. Nikolai has me, of course, he always has me, but Ivan was special to him. A friendship like that isn’t easy to replace and I know that one way or another he needs to fill that role for himself or else the power vacuum will keep, well, sucking.
I know that there was absolutely nothing that I could have done to help save Ivan. I know that it was out of my control, but I still feel somewhat responsible. I just want to do… something. Nikolai is processing as best as he can. Which leaves me here, sitting on the couch watching yet another documentary about my favorite artists. It’s always been soothing to watch art being created. I love listening to them talking about their processes and the way their ideas come to them. At least, I usually do. Today, I have popcorn and snacks and all matter of unhealthy things piled out on the table in front of me while I lounge in my comfiest clothes, one of Nikolai’s shirts and a pair of sleep shorts. But the documentary is mostly just background noise. I can see it happening, the lights and colors dance over the dimmed room that I’m sitting in, but I can’t really hear any of it. Not really.
I don’t even notice the body lingering in the doorway. I’ve gotten far too accustomed to Nikolai’s men hanging around. I think it would be more unusual to not have a giant, muscled man watching my every move. I don’t like dehumanizing the bodyguards, but they are just a constant, permanent fixture in my life now. They don’t even seem to like to talk much. They are good enough to me and I know that they make Nikolai feel safer with me being out and about, so I tolerate them.
Which is precisely why it doesn’t even register when Horus appears with ice cream until he sits down on the couch beside me.
“I was not sure how you liked your Sunday’s, Mrs. Volkovich, so I hope that it is alright that I guessed.” Horus speaks in his accented lilt as he settles into the seat next to me. I notice that he, too, has a large ice cream bowl in his hands. The flavors of his are different, and the toppings slightly more varied but I’m more than happy to indulge in any ice cream whatsoever, so I help myself to the bowl that he brought me.
“That’s very kind of you, thank you.” I answer, pushing around the freshly whipped cream with my spoon, “but, please, just call me Anya.”
“You looked like you could perhaps use some company,” Horus continues. “I know that I am a new face that you are growing accustomed to, but I hope that I am not intruding.”
He was right. I did need some company. “No, please, anybody can watch tv.” I smile softly at him, even if I don’t feel the true emotions behind the gesture.
“I hope that it is not too forward for me to ask, but how was your day at work?”
The question strikes me as funny. “My day?” I asked with a more genuine laugh. “I think that the events of my day would bore somebody like you greatly.”
Horus angles his head as he looks at me. “Why do you say that?”
“Well it’s not nearly as interesting as what you guys do, is it?”
The corner of Horus’ mouth tilts upward. “And just what do you think that we do all day? I will grant you that certain days are much more interesting than others, but we do not run around shooting things up and rescuing damsels all day every day.”
In truth, I think that is something along the lines of what I thought that they did. The sheer amount of paperwork that I have seen Nikolai do has somewhat disenchanted me from the whole thing, but I thought that was the exception, not the rule.
“Do not delude yourself into thinking that the work that you do with the doctor is any less valuable. I assure you that you are just as vital as I am,” Horus says before he eats some more of his ice cream.
Only for it to fall right off his spoon and onto his very expensive looking tie. He swears under his breath and leans forward to place his bowl down. He grabs a napkin and starts to very carefully blot at the mess and swears again.
The first time I hear him say the word in Arabic, I’m not sure that I hear him right, but when he repeats it I am certain. One of the few languages that I happen to be fluent in.
I can’t stop the smirk from claiming me as I answer him in perfect Arabic. “You kiss your mother with that mouth?”
Horus answers me without thinking. “My mother would turn over in her grave to hear such words.”
It is only after he finishes speaking that he seems to realize that I spoke to him in his native tongue. The shocked look on his face is perhaps that very best thing that I’ve seen all day long. This time, my laughter comes out easily and freely. It feels so good to laugh until my cheeks hurt at the sign of the Bratva second in command, shocked over me and wearing ice cream on his clothes. It’s so desperately human that it cheers me right up.
“I am pleased that my misfortune amuses you, Mrs. Volkovich.”
“I am sorry. It’s not funny,” I say quickly, trying to reign in my laughter and failing miserably. “It’s not! I promise! Can I get you anything? And I did tell you to call me Anya.”
Horus pulls off his tie and carefully folds it into his pocket. “No, I simply need to be more careful, Anya.”
“Now that, I am sure that your mother would be pleased to hear. Tell me more about your family. Where are they?” I ask him conversationally. I’ve forgotten all about the documentary playing in the background.
“Dead, unfortunately. I came to work for Nikolai shortly after I turned eighteen. I had lost my family the year before.” Horus smiles tightly. The pain of losing them so young likely still stings.
I can relate to that. “I’m sorry.”
“It happens all of the time, I am sure. It feels good to speak their language again, though. I feared that I would never have the opportunity. My father passed of a heart attack, my mother of a broken heart shortly after and I left my country and never looked back…”
“Well, I am happy to be the one to bring some joy to your life then, Horus. I know how happy my husband is that you are serving at his side now.”
“I hope to do him proud. I owe Mr. Volkovich a great deal for taking me in, for teaching me skills, letting me climb in the ranks as he has. I am partially the man that I am today because he took a chance on me.”
I would imagine so. I remember Nikolai telling me something similar about the way that his own father made him climb the ranks to earn his position. Perhaps Nikolai sees something of his own journey in Horus’.
“I think that everybody needs somebody in this world.” I admit. “I know that I do, anyway. It can get lonely when you’re on your own, it starts to feel too big. That’s why I’m so happy to be here, helping in whatever way I can.”
“I know that feeling all too well.” Horus admits. I can see the sadness behind his eyes, the hope for a friendship that I think that we both desperately need. “But now we are here, part of something bigger than ourselves. A type of family of another kind.”
“Exactly.” I beam. I lean forward and give him a can of soda, which looks horribly out of place in his hand, but he accepts it anyway as I lift mine into a toast. “To finding friends, however they get here.”
“To new friendships, and bright futures.” Horus tapped the aluminum brim against mine, and we both deink.
When I smiled, it doesn’t feel forced at all.
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Alek
Four Months Later
Anya was impossibly beautiful when I met her, but she looks even more like an angel now. She’s only just started to show that darling belly. She and Helena have been taking advantage of the local yoga studio and the pregnancy classes they offer. She is busy with the final touches to our house, then we can move in. I offered to just get the bedroom up and going but she said that she’s ready to start nesting as quickly as possible. I guess that I can’t deny her that.
As if I ever really had the power to deny her anything at all.
Whatever Anya and our child wants, she’s going to get.
We have yet another dinner planned for tonight. I’m planning on asking her a very, very important question. One that will tie the two of us together for life if she says yes. I’ve picked out a stunning ring for her, one that will fit her exotic charm and beauty. But there’s something that I have to do first, even if I don’t want to.
I had to pull a hell of a lot of strings to get the meeting I’m going to today. I need everything to go perfectly so that I can fly back home in time to make my dinner date.
Before Anya can marry me, she has to divorce Nikolai officially in the eyes of the court. While I detest the legal system and just about everything involved with it, I know that there’s really not much of a choice. This is what she wants, to be free from him once and for all so that she can take my name. Anya wants this finished before she gives birth so that there can be no issue with the birth certificate. It’s my job to make that happen. No matter what it takes. So, that’s exactly what I plan on doing.
I’ve had Horus deliver at least a dozen copies of the divorce paperwork to the maximum-security prison where Nikolai is being kept, but the bastard has refused to sign a single one. What he’s hoping he’s going to get out of that is unclear. It’s why I am dragging my ass across the country to go and see his miserable ass. Whatever it takes to change his mind.
I take my sunglasses off as the security camera scans me and permits me access. I’m sure that at least half of the guards here would love to lock me up with the rest of the criminals and throw away the key, but money can buy just about anything. And I have all of Nikolai’s.
They take me to a room where Nikolai is waiting, chained and cuffed to the table, his hands shackled to the floor. He’s wearing a mask over the lower half of his face that looks like something straight out of a horror movie. I guess he tried biting again.
I don’t bother with pleasantries or greetings as I slide into the chair across from his and lean back. I cross one ankle over my knee and wait for him to speak first. I place the papers on the table and pull a pen from my pocket. I’m not stupid enough to put it within his easy reach. Not yet. Not until I know that he’s going to sign.
“You’ve wasted your time, Ivankov,” Nikolai practically spits his words at me. “I’m not signing shit.”
“Still haven’t learned to share in there? Pity.” I grin, mostly because I know that it’s going to piss him off… and I just can’t help myself.
“I’m not signing that.”
“Anya will divorce you one way or another. You can spare yourself the humiliation of being dragged through court and her testimony by just signing, asshole.”
“Watch your fucking mouth.”
“I don’t have to watch anything. I’m not the prisoner here, prick.” I continue. Riling him up isn’t going to help anything, I know that. But if he thinks that he’s going to get something out of this deal, he needs to spit it out fast. I don’t have much time here.
Nikolai growls, fuming.
I sigh, relenting. I check my watch. I really do have to get a move on things. “You’re wasting my time. And, unlike you, I have things to do. So, what’s it going to take for you to sign these papers?”
“You think that I don’t know what you’ve been up to? The things that you’ve stolen from me? You can’t possibly think that it’s going to last.”
“Actually, I do think that. I didn’t make any moves in secret, Volkovich. I wanted you to know that I took everything from you. It’s the very least you deserve. I hope you understand how it feels. Isn’t that part of your rehabilitation program? Humility? Making amends?”
“Go fuck yourself.” Nikolai spits again.
“I would rather fuck your wife.” My smile is bordering on feral. It’s hard to keep from leaning across this table and smashing Nikolai’s face into the metal over and over again. I want nothing more than to see him bleed.
We both seem to have learned excellent restraint, but really, it’s probably just because we are being so closely watched at this exact moment.
“I’m going to get out of here, Ivankov.”
“Not likely,” I gloat as I cross my arms over my chest.
“I am, and you’re going to help me do it if you want me to sign those damned papers.” Nikolai says with a knowing smirk.
Of course that’s what he wants. Of course he does. He probably thinks that there’s some sort of poetic irony over the whole thing. I have to fight to keep from sneering at him for the sheer nerve of asking me such a thing. I would love nothing more than to slap the sheer arrogance right off his damned face.
“And what makes you think that I’m going to give you anything at all? I’m only here as a courtesy that you sure as hell don’t deserve in the first place.” I lean forward, making sure that he’s getting my point.
“Yes, well, when you commandeered all my assets like some bandit in the night, you effectively prevented me from hiring my own council. So you can either hire one on my behalf, or you can give my funds back. Either or.” Nikolai continues.
“I don’t think that you understand the position that you’re in here. You have no leverage. Nothing to bargain with. I don’t have to give you shit.”
“If you want me to sign those papers you do. Hire my lawyer, and you can have the whore.”
My knuckles crack from the force of not punching him. What I wouldn’t give to be able to lock him in a room somewhere and punch him until every bone in my fist breaks.
“And just who might this lawyer that you’re wanting be?”
“Kate Thorne.” Nikolai says flatly.
I scoff. Everybody has heard of her. “She’s never going to work with somebody like you.”
“Of course she will. She is known for taking on the toughest challenges, and my case will be for her. She will take it, because you’re going to pay whatever fee that she names, no matter how high. Or else, I’m keeping Anya.”
I sneer at him. I push away from the table. “We’re done here.”
“Oh, and you’re going to testify in my favor too.” Nikolai adds.
“You’re truly delusional, do you know that?”
“I’m correct. That is what’s going to happen. If you want to storm out of here and talk it over with Anya, be my guest, but you will be back here because you’re going to realize that this is your only option. I’m getting out of this prison whether you like it or not. You will do this, and we will finish our business later. As free men. Don’t you want to see which one of us is really going to come out on top?” Nikolai taunts.
I do. I do want to see how that fight goes. But it’s not just me that I have to think about. It’s Anya and the baby. We still haven’t even learned the sex of the child yet. Anya says that she doesn’t want to know because it doesn’t matter.
No lawyer in their right might will let him out. No judge or jury will permit something like that with the a crime list as long as his.
It might be a mistake, but I know in my bones that he’s going to rot in here.
Besides, if he’s out of prison it will make it all the easier for me to put a bullet between his eyes. I won’t even feel bad about it. “Fine.” The word is like bile on my tongue.
“I want more than that, Ivankov.”
“You have my word, Volkovich, I’ll get you the damned lawyer but we both know it’s not going to be enough to get out of here.”
Nikolai leans forward, his fingertips brushing the bottom of the divorce decree and pulls it closer to him. He holds his hand out expectantly for me to put the pen in his hands, and I oblige him. What choice is there? There is nothing that I won’t do for Anya’s happiness. If she wants a huge wedding and rings and a legal ceremony, then that’s exactly what she’s going to get.
No matter the cost.
“Actually,” Nicolai smirks gleefully. “Perhaps my new lawyer ought to be the one to look over these papers before I go ahead and sign them. Why don’t you just go ahead and pass all of those on along to Ms. Thorne and she can bring them back here when she’s done looking over everything.”
Of course, the bastard would pull something like this. Of course, he’s going to try to pull something at the very last minute to ensure that he keeps having the upper hand.
The plastic of the pen threatens to break in my hand.
“You should probably get a move on, though. My sources say that my wife is a good few months along now. I don’t think that I have to remind you what will happen if she still has my last name when the child is born?”
I don’t even want to know how he knows. Anya is going to be devastated when she finds out that he knows. She’s been so damned careful. It’s almost impossible to get her out of the house since she started showing, all for nothing. All of this, all of our vigilance and efforts have been for fucking nothing.
“And I will lay claim to that child, Alek, if it is born with my name. Mark my word., Nikolai promises, a sinister twist in his voice as his lips twist higher into a feral smile.
I tuck the divorce papers away in my coat, slip my glasses back on my face and head out of the prison. Anything for the happiness of my family. Anything.
***
Tonight was supposed to be a wonderful occasion and I can’t help but feel like I ruined it. We have only just finished our meal but the engagement ring in my pocket already feels like a weight. How am I supposed to look Anya in the eye and tell her what happened today? I had hoped that I could present her with the papers signed. I was going to grant her the freedom that she has been obsessed with over the last few months, and rightly so. Then, I was going to present her with the option of joining herself to me.
I know that she wants to. She’s been hinting at it. Not subtly either.
The ring that I have purchased for her, she practically picked out herself. Short of going there and pulling it out and taking my card. She talks about marriage all the time and how things in our future are going to be. It wasn’t something that I had ever given any true serious thought to before her. Lilian and I would have probably gotten married at some point, but not for love. We would have done it for Henry.
Henry who has become the light of our lives.
Just this morning he finished picking the final touches that he wants to put onto his room when it is finished at our house. Anya has been furniture shopping while helping Helena with some of her online courses. My sister has decided that in addition to being a middle school teacher, she also wants to obtain her master’s degree.
I don’t know who in our little found family is the proudest of her if I’m being honest.
“Spit it out.” Anya says over dessert. She wipes the corners of her mouth before slapping her cloth napkin down onto the table in front of her.
I turn my focus to her, truly looking at her. She looks ethereal in the gown I chose for her. Jewel tones and panels of fabric that drape so prettily over her rounded belly, pushing her breasts up and accentuating every curve of her body. It would have been perfect. Will be. The answer to her question is right on the very tip of my tongue. The words are right there, ready to spill out.
No secrets. We did promise one another that. I certainly am not going to start keeping stuff from her now.
“I went to the prison today and saw him.” I don’t have to specify who I mean, she knows.
Anya visibly pales at the comment.
“See?” I gesture to her. “That is why I hesitated to tell you. He still has this grip of terror over you and nothing I do or say is going to make it any better.”
It makes me feel weak. My whole purpose in life now is to protect her and our child. To make her feel safe. To know that all of them can depend on me no matter what comes. And yet there’s doubt on her face.
“What did he say? Why did you go?”
I pick at an invisible spec of lint on the tablecloth. “I wanted him to sign the damned papers, it was supposed to be a present for you.”
“Naturally he didn’t sign them.”
“Quite the opposite. It seems that he’s been damned busy since he’s been behind bars. He wants me to hire a lawy-”
“You said no. Right? That’s fucking insane. No way in fuck are we hiring somebody to defend him! There’s a reason that he can’t find representation! He’s a fucking psychopath, Alek! The judge will grant me a divorce on the grounds of estrangement eventually, they have to…” Anya’s hands drop to her belly, to our child, as if she can cover their ears so that no sound can carry through her skin.
“We both know he’s still buying every judge that he comes across.”
“He can’t! There has to be a limit! Alek! This cannot-”
“He knows that you’re pregnant Anya…” I answer bluntly, ripping off the bandage. I can hardly meet her eyes as my own rage simmers just below the surface.
Anya says nothing but tears start to well in her eyes. “It’s never going to be over… is it?”
I hate the way her shoulders slump. I hate that she looks so damned tormented and there’s nothing I can do about it. At least, nothing that is not terribly complicated. “If we play along with his little game, then we have the chance to twist this in a way that will work to our advantage.”
The words sound cheap to my own damn ears.
“No. That’s how he works. He’s going to use this to his advantage just so that he can have another chance to kill me… to kill Helena… to hurt Henry… our child. Alek, we can’t!”
She’s starting to hyperventilate. I move out of my seat and move to kneel in front of her. I take both of her hands into my own and shake my head. “I’m never going to allow that to happen. Surely you have to know that I’m never going to allow somebody like him near you again. The ball is in our court this time, we have the cards. We will make this work in our favor.”
“You can’t know that, you can’t.”
“You have to trust me. Trust this plan. And if worse comes to worse, then he can be free just so I can kill him myself.” I would be lying if I said that it wasn’t a damned appealing prospect in and of itself.
Anya sniffles and pushes her fingers through mine with a sad nod.
“I’m sorry that it has to come to this. I really am.” I say, and I mean it. “It’s certainly not how I wanted tonight to go…”
“How did you want tonight to go?” Anya asks.
I pull the ring box from my pocket and place it on the table, closed. I let it sit between us on the table with a sigh. “I had a whole plan to give you the papers and then ask you to share your freedom with me…”
Anya snatches the box and openes it. “Shh.” She says, her tears drying as she looks at the ring and pulls it from the box. She placed it on her finger slowly and holds her hand out in front of her and admires the way the diamonds catch the light.
She flings her hands around my neck next and hugs herself to my body with enough force that she nearly knocks us both backward onto the ground.
“You’re right.” She mutters against the side of my face. “We will face this together.”
“Always.” I kiss her temple and smile. “Is that a yes? Will you marry me?”
“Yes, of course! I love you, Alek.”
“Whatever else comes, we will overcome it as a family.” I kiss her softly. “I love you too.”
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