“I belong here.” He thrust those digits in and out of me until I gasped and started grinding myself against his hand. “We’re not gonna waste a drop, sweetheart.” He pulled out of me then wiped his fingers over my belly, smearing his cum and my pussy juices all over my skin.
I was ready for round two, but when a serious expression morphed Kostya’s face, the heat in me subsided.
“What’s wrong?”
“I don’t know if I’m ever capable of love,” he said after a few minutes of us just catching our breath. He rose up and stared down at me. “But whatever good and pure thing I’m capable of feeling… it’s yours. I’m yours.” His voice caught slightly on the last word. “You’re the only thing I care about, Ana. I’ll gladly kill for you, would die for you. You sure as fuck deserve someone who isn’t as dark and fucked up as I am…”
He cupped my cheek and ran his thumb over my mouth, tracing my lips.
“But I’ll never let you go. I’m too selfish and you’re mine.” His voice was pitched lower. “I want it all with you, Anastasia. I want forever, and I’ll make that happen, because I’m that much of a bastard.”
“Kostya.” I murmured his name. “I love you.”
He leaned in and kissed me slowly. Soft. “You’re branded in my cold, black heart.” He kissed me again, little pecks that went against all the villainous sides of what made him… him.
“Tell me again,” I whispered, my legs and arms wrapped around his body as I held him as tightly as he did me.
“You’re mine.” He pulled back and stared into my eyes. “And then the devil got his happily ever after.”
Chapter
Thirty
Dmitry
Five years later
I’d been writing to her for five years, stuck behind metal and wired glass, a prisoner in the Desolation Correctional Facility.
I told myself I was too old for Claudia, the younger sister of my brother’s wife. I tried convincing myself I could be a good man because I knew she was too innocent and vulnerable for the likes of me.
I was a toxic motherfucker for her.
I stared at the roll of loose-leaf papers held together with a rubber band, a cheap plastic pen shoved between them. I tightened my fingers around them until I heard them crinkle.
Little bird.
That was what I’d called her in the letters, a fragile thing that was far too breakable but I wanted to hold it even though I knew I’d crush it regardless.
The letters had started five years prior.
I’d ignored them at first because what the fuck was I supposed to talk about with a then-fifteen year old?
I didn’t even know why she’d taken an interest in me, and the times I talked to my brother Nikolai, since he was married to Claudia’s sister, my brother hadn’t known anything about it.
I’d told him to shut that shit down and make his sister-in-law see that she was being stupid for talking and trying to connect with a damn convict.
But clearly Claudia didn’t care because the letters kept coming.
Finally I’d gotten so pissed that I’d written her back, telling her to get a life, that her writing me was fucking dumb, and I wanted nothing to do with her.
Tough love was the only kind I knew, so I gave it to her tenfold, hoping she was smart enough to learn her lesson and leave me be.
She hadn’t. She kept writing, which pissed me off all over again.
I wasn’t a good person and I never claimed to be. Hell, I didn’t want to be.
I got to the point where she’d worn me down to where I couldn’t think of anything but her.
I started writing her back, still being an asshole and telling her to wise up and leave me alone. But the truth was I enjoyed talking to her. I looked forward to the letters because it made this hole in hell I was currently in more bearable.
It wasn’t until she started sending me pictures after her eighteenth birthday that I felt something changing inside of me. She’d turned into the hottest fucking piece of ass I’d ever see.
Big tits, angel-like face with those full red lips and big blue eyes. And her silky long black hair had me picturing my hand wrapped around the strands as I guided her head back and forth, stuffing her mouth full of my cock.
I realized I fucking wanted her. And that desire for her only grew the more letters we exchanged, and the more pictures of her she sent that I shamelessly jerked off to in the middle of the night.
Fuck, I jerked off to the thought of Claudia so damn much. I pictured my face buried between her thighs as I ate her pussy out, or I’d picture coming all over her cunt and stomach and then rubbing it in, marking her.