“What happened?” I ask, my finger grazing the bandage.
“It’s fine,” she replies thickly. “But I’d really like it if you'd let me up.”
My chuckle is humorless. “Not going to happen, malenkaya." Then I spy the tattoo that’s on her right side and the anger that rips through me is unlike no other. A black-and-white gun surrounded by roses, the letter K scripted on the gun’s handle tells me she’s a killer. The drops of blood that drip from the roses count for each kill. I see at least three dozen droplets.
Above that tattoo is another—the Alekseev Bratva insignia. That tattoo alone tells me more than enough. “Your grandfather inducted you into the family,” I hiss, it’s a statement.
She pushes me off of her, the strength she has is more than I expected for her height. “You do not judge me,” she snarls, her lips thinning.
My hand wraps around her wrists and I pull her toward me, our bodies colliding. She gasps when she feels my rock-hard cock against her stomach. “No, malenkaya. I’m not judging you.” I tell her as I caress her face, the sheer beauty could bring a man to his knees. I have a feeling that she’ll bring me to mine. “Your grandfather on the other hand...” I leave the words hanging in the air between us.
“What I do is none of your business,” she whispers, the fight and bluster leaving her. “It’s my life and I have lived it the way I want to for a long time. I don’t need a father in my life.”
I chuckle, pressing my cock against her. “I don’t want to be your father. I want to be a whole fucking lot more, melenkaya.”
She glances up at me, her lips parted, her eyes wide and pleading. It snaps the very last bit of control that I have. My lips crash down against hers, my fingers going to those useless panties—that barely cover anything—and tear them from her body. She gasps, her body tensing and she struggles against me. I use the shock to slide my tongue between her lips, taking everything that I want.
I push her back against the table, her legs parting for me as she finally gives into the kiss, her body relaxing slightly. My hands glide up her inner thighs, my fingers tracing the outside of her bare pussy. I slide a finger inside of her, stifling a groan at the tightness of her. My finger encased in her warm heat.
“No,” she grunts, pulling her mouth away from mine as she tries to close her legs.
“Don’t lie to me,” I growl as I thrust my finger deeper inside of her. “Dorogaya, you are going to come for me,” I snarl as I wrap my other hand around her throat. She does not deny me. “Your pussy is drenched, malenkaya. You want to tell me again that you don’t want this?” I add another finger into the warm heat. (Sweetheart)
She gasps at the brutal thrust. “You’re married—“ She moans as I finger fuck her. She will come for me, I’m not stopping until she does. “To my mother,” she snarls.
“That, malenkaya, is because I need something. Had I met you first, believe me, dorogaya, you would be my wife now.”
She laughs. “Anyone will do, huh? Why not go find a whore and fuck.”
I add yet another finger, this time she cries out. I’m stretching her, getting her ready for when I fuck her with my cock. “I don’t want anyone, Lena, I want you.”
I’ve wanted her since the moment I saw her picture, but I didn’t expect to have my control shredded the very second I saw her in person.
My thrusts are punishing, there’s no let up. “Kanchay dlya menya, moya malenkaya shlyushka,” I demand.
“Nikolai,” she cries out as she detonates, her pussy contracting around my fingers, her juices soaking them. “Bastard,” she hisses. Her breathing coming out in pants.
“Oh, malenkaya, you have no idea, I’ve just started with you.” I withdraw my fingers and pull her from the table. “Onto your knees, dorogaya.”
Her gaze is filled with defiance. She has no idea that her disobedience only makes me harder. I push her to her knees despite her resistance. My fingers grip her jaw as I release my aching cock from my pants.
“You’re going to suck this, malenkaya,” I instruct her, pushing my cock past her lips. “Don’t stop until I tell you.”
I thrust deep into her mouth, the tip hitting the back of her throat and she gags, but like a good girl, she doesn’t stop. “That’s it, horoshaya malenkaya shlyushka, don’t stop.” (Good little whore)