He turns the vibrator off, and the sudden quiet rings in my ears. “You can. You’ve already submitted to me before. You can do it again. So, do it again.” I jump when he turns the vibrator back on and drives it into me. The buzzing sensation inside me is like nothing I’ve ever felt.
I finally let my body move with it, rather than fight it. Mikhail wants that, and I want to make Mikhail proud.
“That’s it,” he murmurs as my hips move in tandem with the vibrator. “That’s it, baby.”
My hips are going wild as I thrust them forward, trying to get my release. It’s so close yet so far at the same time.
“Make me proud.”
Mikhail’s words send me over my edge. I practically shout as my orgasm rips through my body. I slump against the cross while Mikhail removes the vibrator from me.
He runs his hand down my face. “I am so proud of you.”
I could cry.
My body is too tired to move even as Mikhail grabs my hips and lifts them, making me wrap my legs around him. He’s naked. I can feel his erection brushing against my entrance.
“Now,” he growls into my ear, “I need you to come for me again as I fuck you hard.” He slams his length right into me, not even giving me a chance to breathe. The moan that escapes me is one of pure pleasure.
Mikhail groans as he thrusts into me. I can’t see him when all I want is for our eyes to meet. I want to cling to him, but I can’t use my arms. Mikhail is, once again, in control, and all I can do is submit to him.
I can’t keep my head up as he takes me with abandon. It’s rough and raw. And I want more.
I wrap my legs tighter around his waist, drawing him in closer. Mikhail growls low in his throat, gripping my thighs hard until they bruise. I don’t even mind. I want to bruise. I want to know he’s fully claimed me.
I want him to make me forget all my fears and worries, even if my fears and worries include him.
Mikhail grinds his hips against mine, driving his erection deeper within me. My inner walls clench down hard on him, which makes me groan. I love hearing the effect I have on him. It shows me Mikhail isn’t just a scary Bratva man. He’s also human.
“You like this, my dirty girl?” he murmurs into my ear, thrusting into me harder.
“Yes,” I cry out. Thrust.
“Yes what?” Thrust.
“Yes, sir!” Thrust.
“I own you completely. Tell me. Tell me you’re mine.”
I can’t hold back anymore. My body is spent.
“I’m yours!” I gasp as I come again. My second orgasm hits me harder than the first, leaving me trembling and breathless.
Mikhail continues to thrust into me until he comes. I shiver when I feel his seed inside me. His hands grip my back as he buries his head in my neck. All I want to do is hold him.
After a minute of staying like this, he pulls out of me. Gently, he sets my legs back on the ground and uncuffs my hands. I immediately sink into his arms. Mikhail holds me for a while until he removes my blindfold. The room is shrouded in a soft glow, making it easy for me to see.
“Do you feel better?” he asks, running his hand down my cheek.
“Yes,” I admit.
“Don’t waste your time with pesky questions. It will only lead to hurt.”
I try not to flinch. There’s so much I want to know about Mikhail, but he’s still keeping me at a distance. Because I can’t ask him about his son, I’m going to ask him something else instead.
“Are we going to have children?”
Mikhail tenses for a moment before nodding. “I thought we would. We haven’t been using protection.”
“I know. Do you … want to be a dad? Again?”
“I’m not telling you about my son. Not right now. And yes, I want to be a dad again.” He turns away from me and starts pulling on his clothes. “Now, I want you to go back to our bedroom and go to sleep. We’re done here.”
But you haven’t finished comforting me, I think.
I don’t tell him this because whatever Mikhail wants, Mikhail gets.
I don’t bother grabbing my clothes as I leave the room. My sisters are asleep this time of night, and Mary’s gone home. There’s no one to see me naked.
And there’s no one to see me cry.
MIKHAIL
Twenty years ago
I had work to attend to. The usual—some guy was causing trouble, and it was my job to get him in line, either by threatening or killing him. It was a fifty/fifty when it came to my job.
But Alexei didn’t want me to go. “Stay,” he begged, clutching his teddy bear. He was so tiny at five years old. And so angelic with his blond hair, which he got from his mother. But he had my dark eyes. Alexei was my son, after all. He would take over the family business one day. It was only right he have some of me in him, and what better than my eyes? I’ve used my eyes to intimidate a lot of people. Alexei would learn to do the same.
