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  “Yes,” she murmured.

  Calm and certainty filled her. When Nikolai first wanted to fuck her in the ass, it was the first time she’d told him she needed more time. He had listened and kept his promise about not forcing anything on her. Sasha realized she could give him this. He was her man, after all. Just when she thought she would be consigned to a life behind walls, to a lonely existence devoid of touch except for her father’s violent hands, Nikolai came and took her away.

  Oh, she’d been aware his intentions had been anything but noble. Their first time together, the moment he took away her virginity and she offered it to him on a platter, might have stemmed out of pure need, but not anymore. Sasha knew as days passed and the longer she stayed with Nikolai, she loved him more each day.

  She loved his blunt honesty, how he might appear like a criminal to the rest of the world, but there were rare occasions he could be tender and thoughtful, too. Nikolai might claim he didn’t comprehend love, only possession, but she knew differently.

  Why else would they return to this city? He wanted to take care of loose threads to ensure their survival, but she wasn’t blind. Nikolai paid a visit to Anatoly and her father’s other lieutenants for her.

  She met his gaze steadily and said, “Claim all of me, baby. I’m ready.”

  Nikolai let out what suspiciously sounded like a growl, before turning her around again and painting her breasts and stomach with cum.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Sasha’s words got to him. Then again, she always had a way of doing that, of hooking her invisible claws into Nikolai’s skin. Since he owned her body, he considered it a fair trade. One thing was for certain, he didn’t want to take her on the kitchen counter for their second round.

  Seeing his jizz all over her, as well the shallow bruises beginning to form on her fair skin, he smiled. He’d marked her the way an animal claimed territory and didn’t care what that made him. A bastard maybe, but that was the beauty of having a woman who saw past his flaws.

  Nikolai helped her back up and swiped a few kitchen paper towels to clean her up.

  “Bedroom,” he told her.

  She widened her eyes but nodded, then glanced at the counter.

  “I’ll take care of that later,” he told her.

  “What about dinner?”

  “I want dessert first.”

  She blushed deeper but didn’t protest when he began leading her by the hand to the bedroom.

  It took all of his self-control not to shove her against the nearest wall and slide his dick into her ass. Halfway there, she planted a hand on his chest. He paused, unsure how to tell her he was this close to nailing her ass. If she changed her mind, he didn’t think he could hold himself back.

  A shy smile on her lips, she stood a little on tiptoe to kiss him on the lips. Fuck, but she tasted so sweet. Sasha aimed those dangerous, soft, blue eyes at him, so full of tenderness he didn’t know what to do with and uttered the three words that completely wrecked him.

  “I love you.” She rested her head against his chest, clearly not expecting anything in return.

  He fisted her hair, tilting her head upwards. Nikolai kissed her hard enough to draw blood, then went slowly, as if they had all the time in the world. She melted into the press of his lips, her soft fingers still on his chest, over the heart she owned. He clasped his fingers over hers, hoping she understood he gave her his all.

  When he pulled away she smiled up at him.

  “That won’t distract me from taking your ass,” he told her.

  She gave his fingers a squeeze, then nodded. Sasha walked a few steps ahead of him, tempting him with that lush, heart-shaped ass. His dick pulsed between his legs.

  “Catch me first,” she said, mischief in her eyes.

  Nikolai caught up with her soon enough in the bedroom, yanked her close to him, and inhaled the maddening scent of her familiar shampoo and the floral soap she liked to use. She smelled a little of him, too, and he liked that.

  “Get me ready,” he commanded, watching with satisfaction as she dropped to her knees.

  She eyed his dick like it was a challenge. He speared fingers through her hair, tugging her close until those kiss-swollen lips hovered near his prick. Sasha leaned in, darting her little tongue out to swipe away the pre-cum gathered over his tip.

  He groaned, letting her play with him a little. Sasha licked the sensitive spot under his cockhead and traced every ridge and bump of his dick. His balls, she didn’t forget, licking at them like a kitten baited with cream.

  He gave her hair a tug, recalling with fondness the first time she gave him a blowjob. She made up for her inexperience with eagerness. Now though, she didn’t gag when she began taking his prick down her throat. She still couldn’t take all of him, but she sucked with gusto. His cock went from half to full mast within minutes.

  Nikolai gently slipped his dick out of her mouth. While it was tempting to make her swallow his cum, he had other plans.

  “Climb on the bed, and get on your hands and knees,” he ordered, releasing her so she could do as he asked.

  Fuck, seeing her displayed like that, pushing her ass suggestively at him, made his dick hard. He patted the edge of the bed, watching her crawl towards him. Apprehension and fear remained absent in her eyes. He nudged her legs apart and pushed a finger into her puckered hole, smiling. She was slick and ready for him.

  “This will hurt the first time, but I’ll be careful,” he told her. Nikolai breached her ass. Sasha sucked in a breath and clutched at the comforter, but she took his dick like a champ. His good girl.

  “Breathe in and out,” he said.

  She obeyed, and it got easier. She stopped fighting him as her inner ass muscles relaxed a fraction. Once Nikolai passed the thick ring of stubborn muscles, he sheathed himself balls deep in her ass. She expelled a sigh as he began to fuck her.

  “How are you feeling, baby?” he asked.

  “Feels good,” she murmured.

  “Touch yourself.”

  Seeing her fingers playing with her cunt had been enough to nearly push him over the edge. Nikolai held back though, letting her get wetter as he fucked her faster and deeper now. He helped her along, nudging her fingers aside to play with her pussy himself. His fingers came away with her cum mixed with his. Nikolai worked them both to climax. As he pinched her clit, she came for him, screaming out his name.

  His balls tightened against his body as he pounded several more times in her before ejaculating, filling her ass with his jizz. They collapsed on the bed, a mess of limbs. He tugged her close to him, nestling her so her back and ass pressed up against his chest. They didn’t speak for a few moments until the sweat on their bodies cooled. The bed smelled of him and her.

  “This is how we’re going to end each day, with your two holes plugged with my cum,” he said against her ear. She only took his hand from her breast and twined their fingers together.

  “Are you planning to get me pregnant?”

  He paused at the tinge of fear in her voice. Nikolai never thought about having children. As a boy still being raised by his gentle-hearted foolish father, he’d let himself dream. He imagined it would be nice, building a home, a family with a gorgeous woman by his side. Those dreams shattered the day Maxim put a bullet to his father’s head and disappeared when his uncle shoved a gun into his hand.

  “Nikolai, tell me what’s going on in your mind.”

  There was a plea in her voice as she turned so she looked him in the eye. She hesitated, then ran a hand up his unshaven cheek. Her touch was soft, warm. Taking her fingers, he put them to his lips and kissed them, reminding himself this was a woman who’d never use his weaknesses or secrets against him.

  So Nikolai told her about the foolish boy he’d been.

  “You weren’t foolish,” she said, steel in her eyes.

  “That boy is dead, and this is all that’s left,” he answered, gesturing to himself.

  Men like him couldn’t change. Nik
olai only had to look at Maxim or his own uncle as prime examples. Both men clung to their power, swimming in violence and the blood of others until someone else killed them. Neither men had what he did though, a gift. A second chance.

  He didn’t for a second think he deserved her, but he needed her.

  “It’s enough for me. You’re enough for me,” she murmured.

  “I can’t give you much,” he told her.

  She smiled, tucking her head under his chin. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close until their skin touched, fused almost.

  “Wrong,” she told him. “You’ve given me everything.”

  “What you asked me before,” he said, refusing to ignore the question about children because he knew her well enough. Sasha would keep wondering and worrying, so he told her the truth. “In the future, maybe, but if I put a baby in you now, then that’s fine with me, too.”

  “Really?”

  Looking at the gift he’d been given, well, taken for himself, contentment settled over him. Nikolai lifted the comforter, draping it over their bodies. It didn’t matter where they slept, in a shady roadside motel or in someone else’s house. Sasha told him as long as he remained by her side, she didn’t mind.

  That used to be enough, but not anymore. Since she entered his life, he started wanting more for her and even himself. Their future might be uncertain. Anatoly and Maxim’s other lieutenants might break their promise and he needed to teach them another lesson in blood, but once that was settled, maybe he could give her a real home.

  Epilogue

  Two years later

  Sasha checked the pregnancy kit on the bathroom counter to make sure she read the results right. She blew out a breath. This wasn’t rocket science. With trembling fingers, she picked it up one more time. Positive. She and Nikolai had been trying for over a year.

  He had doubts about being a good father, but she knew he’d make a fantastic one. Sasha padded out the bathroom and made herself some chamomile tea in the kitchen. After many unsuccessful attempts, they’d nearly given up and begun considered adoption.

  Looking around their modest home, she sipped from her mug, a smile tugging at the corner of her lips. She remembered how patient he’d been, when she dragged him to all the nearby furniture stores after they’d first moved in here two years ago. Nikolai had even managed to take a photo of her surprised reaction when he unveiled the secret section of the house he’d been working on without her knowledge—her very own small art studio. It was a space that was distinctively hers alone.

  They’d bought this single-floor house in a quiet neighborhood, bare, unfinished. Now infused with all the wonderful memories they created, they’d turned it into their home.

  Who knew they could go from captor and captive, to husband and wife? For their honeymoon, he’d granted her wish and taken her around the world. She slid a hand on her belly. In a few months, she’d have a little bump. Their little miracle.

  “You seem to be in a good mood, baby. Care to share?” said a familiar deep voice.

  Sasha expelled a contented sigh as he came up behind her, pulling her back against the hard warmth of his chest. She leaned against him, ran her fingers over his scarred knuckles, and moaned when he left a trail of kisses down the side of his neck. Feeling the edge of his teeth on her pulse point, she shuddered in anticipation. He bit down, hard enough to leave a mark. When he slid his hand past the hem of her pants and underwear to rub her slick pussy folds, her nipples tightened. Sasha wanted to get herself off on his hand, but the urge to tell him the good news overrode everything else.

  “If you keep distracting me, I won’t be able to tell you,” she said, slightly out of breath.

  He stopped, licking at the mark he made on her neck. Nikolai had always been territorial, possessive around her, now more than ever. It was one of the things she loved about him—Sasha had no doubt in her mind that if the Bratva ever decide to come after them for some reason, her husband would make short work of them.

  She twisted in his arms, so she now looked him in the eye. Sasha placed a hand on his left pectoral, over the heart that belonged to her the way hers had always been his.

  “What’s wrong, princess?” he asked, sounding concerned, his gaze intense, serious.

  Sasha beamed and let it out. “I’m pregnant.”

  Nikolai blinked, seemingly needing taking a few seconds to process her news, before pulling her into a tight hug, his mouth descending on hers. He kissed her hard and rough, like she was oxygen he needed, his big hands on her waist.

  “Fuck, baby. You’re not pulling my leg?” he asked.

  “For real,” she said, unable to stop smiling.

  She noticed him looking over her shoulder, over the home they’d build, then rested his forehead against hers.

  “Ready to start this new chapter of our lives?” he asked.

  “I’m a little scared,” she admitted. “But my excitement trumps everything else.”

  “We’re in this together, baby. Always.” Nikolai slanted his lips over hers again, and this time, the kiss was tender, impossibly sweet.

  She reached for his fingers, linking theirs together. “Always,” Sasha agreed.

  The End

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  THE HITMAN’S OBSESSION

  Ivanov Crime Family, 1

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  Chapter One

  Dimitri took another round about the room, his footsteps quiet despite his size. He was a big motherfucker and could hit like a truck, but as muscle for the Ivanov family, he knew how to move silently in a crowded room.

  Cigarette smoke clouded the room. Loud and brash voices were occasionally interrupted by screams and pleas. Cocky grins soon turn to agonized wails. Dimitri couldn’t count the number of times he’d seen arrogant bastards fall.

  The moment they realized they’d lost everything, gambled their most precious possessions—car, pretty wife, and offspring, to the Ivanov family for a good hand of cards.

  They disgusted him, yet Dimitri depended on these scum to keep his job. Good for fucking and killing, nothing else, his father told him once. Maybe that was true for all the men in the Ivanov family.

  Sensing someone approaching, Dimitri turned, hand resting on the hilt of his modified Beretta. The lackey in the cheap suit took a step back from him, gaze lingering on the grinning skulls and crossbones of his signature weapon.

  “Problem, Johnny?” he asked. Johnny had worked under him, a good kid. Well, Dimitri called all newbies that. Johnny worked hard, played hard, and was loyal as hell. These days, loyalty was hard to come by.

  Johnny relaxed. “It’s time, Dimitri.”

  Dimitri nodded, hooded eyes lingering on the floor. “Keep a watch on the blackjack table number three. You’re in charge while I’m gone.”

  Johnny’s eyes widened. “Not Anatoli?”

  Dimitri shook his head. “Not after he screwed up the Rossi job.”

  Striding away from the main casino floor, he headed to the door with the sign “Employees Only” on it. The two men on guard gave him a curt nod, letting him pass. Dimitri took a left turn. More guards stood watch here. The boss merely wanted him to oversee procedures, to ensure this fucker Mitch Wyatt coughed up all the money he borrowed, plus interest.

  Dimitri wasn’t the family bookie, but according to Vasily, this rat bastard needed watching. Wyatt had slipped from their radar once, not wanting to pay back what he owed. No one fucked with the Ivanov family and got away with it.

  Giving the two suits a nod, Dimitri entered Vlad’s office. Cigarette smoke slipped out, along with the stink of fear. The source came from the thin balding man. Dimitri noticed all the signs—sweat soaked shirt and the way Wyatt’s trembling hands held onto a leather suitcase for dear life.

  Wyatt took up the couch facing the desk. The young woman sitting beside him caught Dimitri’s attention. Frowning, he l
eaned against the door.

  He made sure to keep his suit jacket unbuttoned, so the rat bastard had a perfect view of his guns. Threats always worked well. Fear drove men to do the right thing. One look at Wyatt and Dimitri understood why the boss man wanted him present for this meeting.

  Who did Wyatt bring with him, collateral damage? Dimitri only had eyes for the woman. She must be in her early twenties. Her white-blonde hair had been tightly constrained in a long single braid that fell over one bare shoulder. Her heart-shaped face looked stiff, blue eyes staring carefully at nothing.

  Dimitri raked his gaze lower, from the tempting curve of her luscious lips to the generous swell of her breasts, peeking from her top. Fuck, but he could imagine those pouty lips wrapped around his cock, those tits bouncing while he fucked her senseless. She had fine curves, too, under that thin top. Dimitri bet she had a shapely ass, too.

  Fuck.

  It wasn’t just her body that kept him mystified, but the way she held herself. Unlike Wyatt, she didn’t cower, or slink in defeat. She turned his head, as if noticing the brunt of his stare.

  Eyes he’d thought were blue turned out to be bi-colored. The other iris was a bright emerald green. Both blue and green blazed with hatred, then wary resignation.

  Dimitri knew absolutely nothing about this woman, but he saw the steel in her spine. She bit down on her lower lip so hard it began to bleed. Looking away from his gaze, he noticed her rubbing her palms over his jeans. Anger surged through him.

  Something so pure, so blindingly hard to look at, didn’t belong in a place like this.

  What was going on with him? Dimitri shouldn’t lose his mind over a woman. He never married, never committed to any kind of relationship. No time for something like that and besides, emotions made a killer weak. Yet seeing this mystery blonde put strange suggestions in his head.