Bound Together (Dangerous Sinners)

Her hand moves up to mine, and she squeezes my fingers where they’re constricting her neck. “I don’t want you to stop. Never stop.”

I thrust into her tight cunt until my balls pull, and I’m close to my release. I’m about to fill her, but I don’t want my cum in her pussy, not today. Today I want to mark her, claim her, cover her so that when she talks to him, she’ll carry my scent. I want him to sense that I own her and that he’ll never make her gush the way I do. She’ll never be a whore for him willingly. She’ll never tell him she loves him. I want him to understand that no matter what he does, she’ll always be mine.

“On your knees,” I say as my hand forces her to the ground. She opens her mouth, waiting to take my load. “Not today, Malishka.”

I pump my cock once, and cum covers her stunning face and neck. She looks depraved, and I want to fuck her all over again. A dollop of cum glides down and lands on the hardwood floor. I bend over, scoop it on my finger, and bring it to her lips. Her mouth opens, a junkie desperate for a hit, and she sucks my finger.

“Good girl. You look so fucking beautiful covered in my cum. My perfect little doll.”

“Looks like the whore is useless now.”

My body stills as his voice blasts through the room. The great and powerful Sergei Fedorov. They call him the Ghost because he’s invisible and deadly. One way or another, this will end with a bullet. The question is, will the dead man be him or me?

Two

MAXIM

I gaze at Samira. Her body is rigid, her eyes wide.

I frame her face in my hands and whisper,” Look at me, Mira.”

She breaks the trance my father has on her and locks eyes with me.

“No matter what, know that I love you. I love you with every fiber of my being.”

“He’s going to kill us,” she whispers back, her bottom lip trembling as her eyes pool with unshed tears.

“Then we die together. Because I won’t live without you, Solntse.”

My father chuckles, a menacing sound. “You’re not dying today, Maxim. Neither is your whore.”

Loud footsteps barge through the room. I shield Samira with my body to keep her from their predatory gazes, cursing myself for being too far away from my gun. My hands flex into fists. Even with his gun slung on his side, I'd be quick enough, but with a small Bratva army surrounding him? I don’t have a chance. We’d be dead before I made the first move.

“Pull him off the whore and then take her away.”

I cling onto Samira, hoping to shield her from whatever horror Sergei has planned with the mass of my frame. Three pairs of hands latch onto my body and grip my arms, legs, and body, but I keep a tight hold.

“Put the gun on her head. If he doesn’t move, blow her brains out and let it land on his face,” my father orders.

One of his henchmen cocks the gun he’s holding and places the barrel on Samira’s temple.

I would die for her, but I can’t be the reason she dies. “What do you want? I’ll give you anything. Just leave her be.”

“That’s not how it works, Maxim. I can’t allow you to have my property. It makes me look weak, especially with her father sniffing around. You did this, my son, by not following the way things are. We have a system for a reason. It keeps order. It keeps structure, and now there needs to be blood for the betrayal.”

Two sets of hands rip me off her, and my wrists are bound with rope before they push me onto a chair. Sergei’s men tie me down. I’m helpless, a caged animal, desperate to get out. They unleashed a beast when their hands touched Samira. I’m not sure if I want to tear their hearts from their chests or rip my eyes from their sockets because witnessing hands on my Samira is too much to bear.

I tug at my bound wrists. The rope burns my . “Get your fuckin’ hands off her before I cut them off.”

“Maxim,” Sergei says as he examines the dirt under his nails, “you’re a little too tied up to be threatening anyone, don’t you think?”

“I’m gonna kill you,” I snarl. My voice sounds more animal than man.

Sergei laughs, the kind of laugh you hear from a tired father trying to humor their young child. “You still have so much to learn about our world. There are no happy endings, Prince Charming, or ladies in distress. We live in the darkness, Maxim, yet you still seem to believe in fairy tales. Good guys don’t win, Maxim. Know why I’m taking her away? Because you’re too soft. The slut makes you weak. When she’s gone, you’ll be strong again. It will ensure you will be who I want you to be. You will be my heir, and everyone will fear you.”