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Authors: Jacee Macguire
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is willing to stand before the Commission and tell them of her father and Duskin’s plans, it will be left in their hands. Whatever punishment the Commission decides to hand down will be carried out as they see fit. For now, we will protect Liliya and treat her as our own.”
“And what if they come for her, Ruslan? That rat-trap motel is not safe,” a man named Vlad asked, his eyes darting to mine, then away just as quickly.
“Collect her things and bring them here. She will be staying with me.”
Hearing them discuss me and my hotel and collecting my things both shocked and thrilled me. Had they been watching me all of this time? Honestly, I wasn’t all that surprised. Ruslan seemed to run a tight ship. What’s more, I felt safe amongst these men, and thankful that they believed my story. I hadn’t lied to them. I wouldn’t. Whatever happened now was out of my hands. The justice I wanted was coming and I wanted to watch it all happen.
Chapter Ten – Ruslan
“Without obsession, life is nothing.”
- John Waters
It has been a week since Liliya Markow strode into my club with a story that rocked my world, halted my breath, and stayed my heart. Power amongst the families was being threatened by one of our own, and that is no small thing. The strength to do what she’s done has made me want her even more. The memory of her standing before me with power and grace, then falling apart still grabs my heart. No woman has had that kind of power over me. It’s a dangerous thing.
I’m not a weak man, but I am where she is concerned. I want to protect her. I want to possess her. Even now, as she flutters around my home, I find myself wanting what is not mine. I see the way she looks at me when she thinks I do not see. Stolen glances and longing between us are becoming harder to resist. My control is slipping. Each day that passes, I yearn to have her in my bed beneath me, writhing as my cock thrusts deep within her. I want to hear my name fall from her lips as she comes on my cock. I want to feel her delicate soft skin against my own as she gives herself to me. I need her to submit to me.
“Good morning,” she says as she pads to the table, her whiskey-colored eyes finding mine, her cheeks tinted a lovely pink as she slips into her seat.
“Da. A very good morning.” I have tried to resist my urges, but I don’t know how much longer I will be able to stay away. A low growl rumbles deep in my chest as I notice the worn jeans and faded shirt she is wearing. Days of seeing this beautiful woman in clothing unbefitting her status has finally reached a boiling point. “These clothes you wear do not become you. We will go shopping.” The smile on her face and a slight nod are her only response. She has been quiet for days. Respectful.
“If that is what you wish. Thank you, Ruslan, for… for everything. I know this… having me here is not easy,” she says softly as she sips her coffee.
“Having you here is not a problem for me.”
The smile she gives me is nothing short of angelic. The way she sucks her bottom lip between her teeth, worrying it back and forth, drives me to distraction. Her cheeks tinge a gorgeous pink and she looks away. Like a dam breaking free, my control shatters. Before I know what is happening, I’m on my feet, striding to where she sits. My hand grasped her arm, pulling her from her seat and against my body. I’m rewarded with a squeak that only makes my cock grow harder.
Her whiskey eyes grow wide as I lower my lips to hers. Her soft lips open as my tongue glides along her seam before darting inside, dancing erotically with her own. She moans and I swallow it, wanting – needing – to take all that she will give me. Her arms wrap around my neck, pulling me into her soft luscious body. She feels so fucking good. She deepens the kiss, stealing my breath as she pulls away ever so slightly, her teeth biting down on my lip, tugging it away. A sharp pain follows and
“And what if they come for her, Ruslan? That rat-trap motel is not safe,” a man named Vlad asked, his eyes darting to mine, then away just as quickly.
“Collect her things and bring them here. She will be staying with me.”
Hearing them discuss me and my hotel and collecting my things both shocked and thrilled me. Had they been watching me all of this time? Honestly, I wasn’t all that surprised. Ruslan seemed to run a tight ship. What’s more, I felt safe amongst these men, and thankful that they believed my story. I hadn’t lied to them. I wouldn’t. Whatever happened now was out of my hands. The justice I wanted was coming and I wanted to watch it all happen.
Chapter Ten – Ruslan
“Without obsession, life is nothing.”
- John Waters
It has been a week since Liliya Markow strode into my club with a story that rocked my world, halted my breath, and stayed my heart. Power amongst the families was being threatened by one of our own, and that is no small thing. The strength to do what she’s done has made me want her even more. The memory of her standing before me with power and grace, then falling apart still grabs my heart. No woman has had that kind of power over me. It’s a dangerous thing.
I’m not a weak man, but I am where she is concerned. I want to protect her. I want to possess her. Even now, as she flutters around my home, I find myself wanting what is not mine. I see the way she looks at me when she thinks I do not see. Stolen glances and longing between us are becoming harder to resist. My control is slipping. Each day that passes, I yearn to have her in my bed beneath me, writhing as my cock thrusts deep within her. I want to hear my name fall from her lips as she comes on my cock. I want to feel her delicate soft skin against my own as she gives herself to me. I need her to submit to me.
“Good morning,” she says as she pads to the table, her whiskey-colored eyes finding mine, her cheeks tinted a lovely pink as she slips into her seat.
“Da. A very good morning.” I have tried to resist my urges, but I don’t know how much longer I will be able to stay away. A low growl rumbles deep in my chest as I notice the worn jeans and faded shirt she is wearing. Days of seeing this beautiful woman in clothing unbefitting her status has finally reached a boiling point. “These clothes you wear do not become you. We will go shopping.” The smile on her face and a slight nod are her only response. She has been quiet for days. Respectful.
“If that is what you wish. Thank you, Ruslan, for… for everything. I know this… having me here is not easy,” she says softly as she sips her coffee.
“Having you here is not a problem for me.”
The smile she gives me is nothing short of angelic. The way she sucks her bottom lip between her teeth, worrying it back and forth, drives me to distraction. Her cheeks tinge a gorgeous pink and she looks away. Like a dam breaking free, my control shatters. Before I know what is happening, I’m on my feet, striding to where she sits. My hand grasped her arm, pulling her from her seat and against my body. I’m rewarded with a squeak that only makes my cock grow harder.
Her whiskey eyes grow wide as I lower my lips to hers. Her soft lips open as my tongue glides along her seam before darting inside, dancing erotically with her own. She moans and I swallow it, wanting – needing – to take all that she will give me. Her arms wrap around my neck, pulling me into her soft luscious body. She feels so fucking good. She deepens the kiss, stealing my breath as she pulls away ever so slightly, her teeth biting down on my lip, tugging it away. A sharp pain follows and
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