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  I managed to unfasten his pants, a single moan slipping past my lips as I eased one hand inside. “Mmm...” The man went commando. The thought was titillating. As I wrapped my hand around his shaft, I heard his breathing change, becoming even more ragged. I fingered his cock, dragging the tip of one nail up and down the underside while I struggled to roll his trousers past his carved hips.

  “Be careful, little girl. When you toy with a man, you better be willing to pay the price,” he murmured just seconds before gravity took his pants to the floor. He moved to a standing position, snagging his fingers in my hair and holding me in place. “You’re going to suck me.”

  I rubbed my fingers along the insides of his legs, brushing them up and down. His cock was rock hard, jutting a mere inch from my mouth. The scent of him made my mouth water; exotic and musky. I darted my tongue around his cockhead just once, holding my breath until I heard his deep exhale.

  “Such a bad girl,” he mumbled.

  Very gently I tugged off his shoes, tossing both into the corner, rubbing his calves and slipping my hand between his legs. I rolled his balls between my fingers before squeezing, adding just enough pressure that he moaned.

  “That’s it,” he huffed and lowered his head, his long strands falling into his face.

  I realized I could unravel the man, even gaining back a level of control, but I’d have to be calculated in everything I did. The thought seemed strange after the round of pleasure I’d experienced. However, I was still sleeping with the enemy, something I was going to have to remind myself of from time to time.

  I blew across the tip of his cock before darting out my tongue, dragging it across his sensitive slit. His entire body tensed from the small action. I opened my mouth wider, taking his entire cockhead inside as I trailed my fingers up and down the length of his shaft. I squeezed his balls again, using more pressure this time.

  “Fuck...” he growled, his grip on my hair tightening. “Hot and wet. Yes. Perfect.”

  I took him down at inch at a time, my tongue moving back and forth. His cock was thick and long, straining my jaw muscles as I moved up and down until the tip hit the back of my throat.

  He snapped his other hand on the side of my head, taking several deep and ragged breaths. “Oh, yes. Take every inch of me.”

  After relaxing my throat, I did as I was told, moving down slowly until my lower lip rested on his balls.

  Aleksei held me there, still gasping for air then pulling back as much as the confines of the dresser would allow. Then he rolled onto the balls of his feet, face fucking me in slow and even thrusts.

  The man was in full control, tossing his head back and forth as he took my mouth.

  I brushed my hands along his legs, kneading his rippling muscles. Everything about the man reeked of power, his own body trained from years of nurturing. Yes, I was enthralled. Yes, I remained hungry.

  And yes, there was a part of me longing to succumb in a manner that had never occurred before. I’d always been the woman holding the reins with the few lovers in my life, but I’d never been satisfied. This man, this monstrous and delicious man seemed to hold some key, as if he’d known me all his life.

  My hunger seemed to know no bounds.

  I clamped down my jaw muscles, savoring the few drops of pre-cum as they slid down the back of my throat. Every muscle in his body remained tense, his legs shaking as he continued thrusting. I was locked in a moment in time, still lusting after more.

  Just when I thought he was ready to come, he shoved me back, staggering away from the dresser as he ran his fingers through his luxurious hair. His eyes seemed wild as he finally gazed down at me, muttering things in Russian that I doubted I would ever understand.

  Then he slid his arms under mine, lifting me until I was forced to wrap my legs around his waist. He held me as if I weighed nothing, both hands nestled in my hair as he captured my mouth once again, the French kiss even more demanding than it had been before. His tongue found mine, entwining in a harsh dance, slight growls pushing past his lips every time he pulled back.

  He took long strides as the passionate embrace continued, and I could feel his muscles twitching, much like his cock had been.

  I wrapped my arms around his neck, tugging at his hair with one hand, squeezing his shoulder with the other. There wasn’t a part of me that hadn’t burst into a fire of electricity, tingling every portion of my body. I’d been swept away.

  Not by his charm.

  By the danger of what we were doing.

  Aleksei dropped us both on the bed, lifting my leg as he ground his hips against mine. The feel of his cock against my pussy was breathtaking, leaving me aching.

  Wanting.

  Needing.

  He slipped his cock in deep, breaking the kiss and roaring when he was seated all the way inside. He straightened his arms, slowly lowering his head as he began to pump in and out, every move calculated.

  Slow.

  Tender.

  So unlike the man’s shell.

  I pressed my palms against his chest, caressing his heated skin as he took me, thrusting gently at first. Then his eyes changed, shifting into an almost rabid need, his actions growing more brutal. The force of his hard fucking shoved the headboard against the wall, the solid thumping becoming the same rhythm as his savage plunges.

  I dug my nails into his skin, my eyes never leaving his and for those few powerful minutes, we were as one.

  “Oh. Oh. Oh.” I couldn’t stop the moans from slipping past my lips, matching his deep baritone growls. I adored his voice, the intensity of every mannerism. He was much more than a fantasy.

  He was everything I’d ever wanted.

  The thought was far too revealing, shifting me into an unwanted place. Fear and uncertainty. Anger and anxiety. They were all wrapped up in this very moment in time.

  I closed my eyes, willing the thoughts away as my pussy clenched around his thick cock, drawing him in even deeper. How could this man undo me with such ease, dragging me once again to this very surreal place of bliss?

  The answers would never come.

  For this moment, I did indeed belong to him.

  My captor.

  My dominator.

  My enemy.

  He slowly lowered down until our lips brushed together. “I will never hurt you.”

  There was no reason for me to be shocked or believe him for that matter, but I did. He was baring his soul, allowing me to see past his plated armor.

  “I know,” I said without hesitation.

  After taking a deep breath, his expression changed, becoming carnal and edgy, his needs increasing.

  Every muscle in my body was tingling, every inch of my skin. I wanted to please him, to share the kind of pleasure he’d given me. I slowly squeezed my muscles as I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him down until our lips crushed together.

  He shifted back and forth, and I was able to feel his cock throbbing deep inside. I moved until I was able to place both legs around him, pulling him even closer until we were locked together.

  For the next few seconds, there was no night or day, no time and no fear of the unknown. Just the two of us. And there was no place I’d rather be.

  As his body jerked, I clamped down again, expecting him to explode inside. When he rolled me over, forcing me to straddle his waist while he cupped my breasts, it was my turn to throw back my head. The moan erupting from my lips was elongated, strangled. The feel of him was insane, delicious.

  He’d unraveled me, taken me to another dimension, allowing me to be free.

  “Ride me,” he whispered, the husky command still intact.

  I was able to give him a salacious smile as I rocked, savoring every moment as his cock sliced back and forth across my G-spot.

  “Mmm...” My moans were escalated, the various electrifying sensations erupting in waves of heat. I closed my eyes as I pressed my knees into him, enjoying the feeling of being in control.

  “Moy seksual’nyy
kotenok, my sexy kitten,” he said in a low and visceral tone as he pinched and twisted my nipples.

  The combination of pain and pleasure was almost overpowering, keeping me close to coming once again. I was so alive, more so than I’d ever been and when he pulled me down, lifting his head until he was able to press his lips against mine, I floated into a state of bliss.

  Then I squeezed my pussy muscles, continuing to grin against him as he thrust his tongue deep inside my mouth. I could tell he was close to coming, his body tensing, his chest heaving. When his body began to shake, I released then clenched again.

  Aleksei broke the kiss, still pinching my nipples, his face twisting. He let out an intense roar, rolling me over once again, thrusting in a brutal manner.

  I wrapped my legs around him, watching his facial expressions, the savage man riddled with mystery.

  And I knew I could lose myself in him.

  As long as we both remained alive.

  Chapter Eight

  Aleksei

  Blyad.

  When I started off my morning using the word ‘fuck,’ the only acceptable reason for it was when waking up next to a beautiful woman, even if she was considered dangerous on several levels.

  Willow was certainly both.

  I wasn’t supposed to have any feelings whatsoever for the enemy. There were some, including many of my soldiers, who would find the concept amusing if nothing else. I was revered for my harshness, my ruthless and unforgiving behavior. However, my men I could handle. They would never dare question me for fear of my wrath.

  My father was a different story and the very reason for my nasty mood.

  Maksim’s interruptive call had at least given me a heads up. My father was on his way to my house, a place he never came unless he had a bone to pick. For Aleksandr Petrov, any kind of weakness was unacceptable. His method of handling Willow would have been to force her at gunpoint to set up a meeting then to place a bullet in her head.

  My methods were considered intolerable.

  I stood in my office, trying to stomach a cup of coffee and staring out at the early morning light. The day already seemed ominous, the sky crisscrossed with hues of tangerine and crimson, but the swirling clouds were slowly feasting on the dazzling hues. I’d left Willow in my personal bed, naked under my sheets. Not locked in chains. Not shackled to the bed. A dead giveaway I’d crossed an imaginary line that Bratvas never did.

  There was no sound of a doorbell, no announcement of my father’s arrival other than the thudding of his shoes as he took long strides. He knew where to find me. When he remained silent once he entered the room, I knew he was pissed.

  “Good morning, Father.”

  “Kak ty dumayesh’ chto ty delayesh’?” my father demanded.

  I shot him a look, narrowing my eyes. He stood almost as tall as my six-foot-four-inch frame, but the years had gotten the better of him, as all as the constant asthma attacks brought on by years of heavy smoking. This morning, he looked gaunt, even frail. “English, please. We live in America now.”

  Huffing, he walked further into the room. “What do you think you’re doing?” he repeated, his glare equally venomous.

  “My job, at least the last time I looked.” I realized the curt answers weren’t in my best interest, but I was in no mood for playing Russian politics, which is exactly where this was going. I took another sip of coffee before abandoning the idea, sliding the ceramic cup onto the desk. The file containing every bit of information on Church Exports was exactly where I’d left it. I’d also included the limited data I’d found on Willow. In showing her the various evidence, I’d be tipping at my hand as to the level of control I actually did have in the situation.

  During Maksim’s morning call, he’d been able to provide names of certain people loyal to the Church organization. With a single phone call, I could have Peter’s main guard dogs taken out. My men were poised to do so.

  “You are Russian born. You are Bratva, an honorable position. Heir to the throne. You have requirements to follow, including those I established years ago. Yet you are acting cavalier, as if the fact our empire is being threatened shouldn’t be a concern to you.” My father moved closer to the desk, slamming his hand on the cool wood.

  I watched as a portion of the coffee spilled out, staining the file, and sighed. The situation did need to be settled quickly.

  Heir to a throne. “We don’t have a principality, Father. We have several businesses, including some that play by all the rules. I am well aware of the events occurring with Church Exports. In fact, there will be a meeting with Peter Church tomorrow to discuss the... situation. In other words, allow me to perform my duties in a manner that will provide the best resolution.”

  His increasing anger was evident by his reddening face. “Retaliation is the only method acceptable. There’s already word on the street that another player is chomping at the bit, ready to take what is rightfully ours. As you might imagine, Aleksei, the news is unsettling for our people. And our clients? There is talk that some might walk.”

  “You know they won’t do that, Father. They understand the terms of the deal. Breaking their oath to the Petrov family would be akin to signing their death warrant.”

  “Not if Mr. Church is offering them protection as well as a more lucrative deal.”

  My father’s ability to dig deep and find out everything that was going on was uncanny. “He won’t have the opportunity. I assure you.”

  “I expect that you’ll handle this the right way. I’ve never known you to be weak in any manner, son, and that can’t happen now. Not for any reason,” he overemphasized. “We have far too much at stake for there to be any problems.”

  “And just what is at stake? You’ve been alluding to that for weeks.” I caught the single tic appearing on the corner of his mouth. He’d been hiding something from me.

  Aleksandr wasn’t the kind of man to be threatened easily. Peter Church was no real match for our organization and we both knew it. What other darkness lay waiting to drag us to hell?

  “Out with it, Father. I’m tired of your grandstanding. If there is something that I need to know, then for God’s sake, tell me.” Placing both hands on the desk, I leaned over. “If I am heir apparent then you must tell me what you’re so damn terrified of. There are already bodies on the street and I can see the writing on the wall, Father. They’re going to try and pin this shit on our family. Our organization. You know that can’t happen. So what in the fuck are you petrified of?”

  He reared back, laughing. “I am never terrified, Aleksei. You know that by now. I am a businessman.”

  I was tired of the games, no matter if my father was involved. “You need to have a long chat with your friend, Father.”

  “I have no friends.”

  “Trent Willowby. It is my opinion that he knows more than he’s letting on.”

  My father’s eyes opened wide, which meant he’d had the same concerns. “Don’t worry about Mr. Willowby. He owes me a great deal.”

  “Yeah? Well, he seems to be lording his position over everyone,” I barked.

  The tension between us was palpable.

  “What kind of warning did you receive?” I attempted to keep my tone even.

  He seemed more and more uncomfortable, edgy in a manner I wasn’t used to. When he walked to the window behind me, I allowed him the respect of remaining quiet.

  “I never wanted to come to America. Did you know that?”

  I eased back, surprised at his admittance. “From what I remember, you seemed eager to get out of the old country.”

  “That was your mother. She was insistent that we accept the terms of the deal. She wanted you to have a better life, a chance at happiness, something that we didn’t have.”

  I wasn’t certain I liked the word ‘deal.’ “I thought you were both very happy.”

  He shook his head as he palmed the glass, his face sagging. “Your mother lived in fear every day. From the gangs and the other Bratva
families; the streets were paved in blood. It was only a matter of time before I didn’t come home one night. She wanted her son to have a father.”

  “The life here is much better,” I offered.

  “Yes, only there was a price to pay for freedom.”

  A price? I was beginning to understand the implication. “Your performance was tied to whether or not you were allowed to stay.”

  “Yes.”

  “This isn’t Russia, Father. No one can force you to leave. There is no chance of any member of another Bratva taking over.”

  He turned his head, sadness in his eyes. “That’s where you’re wrong, son. The Solntsevskaya Bratva are the most powerful in the world. Their leader today fashions himself to be a czar, a god of men. They have soldiers everywhere, in every city. Sadly, they control more of the streets than you understand.”

  “I wasn’t told this why?” I demanded, my hackles raised.

  “Because your mother and I wanted to protect you. Things have been going well, better every year. Our percentages have never given the Russian czar any reason to question our loyalty.”

  I moved closer, leaning against the window. “But if they catch wind of Peter Church muscling in, they’re inclined to take over.” That was one scenario.

  “More or less,” he half whispered.

  “What happens then?”

  “Then we are simply removed and replaced; however, there will be no return to the mother country.”

  Death. No wonder my father was somewhat irrational. What I did know about the native Russians was that they would use anyone in any method to get what they wanted. Perhaps they’d already gotten to the good mayor. I had a feeling there was much more going on.

  “I won’t allow that to happen. I have a life here, one that I’ve worked hard to build and maintain. I have... family. You’re not telling me everything, are you?”

  Turning, he patted me on the shoulder before walking around the desk and heading for the door, stopping after a few feet. “You are very wise, my son. Do what you can, but make no mistake, Peter Church is more dangerous than you understand. He’s also well connected, an original descendant of the most powerful family on Earth.”