Miron
The need to claim her is overwhelming. She lies beneath me, panting and wet after I brought her to orgasm. Her pussy soaking and ready for my cock. It’s been torture not to restrain her and dominate the way I crave. Something tells me baby steps with Sofia are best. The last thing I want to do is scare her off.
The tears I’d seen clouding her eyes after I made her climax are holding me back.
Did I hurt her somehow?
I kiss her softly, swirling my tongue around her mouth. The last thing I want is to hurt her.
She moans, clawing at the back of my neck in needy desperation. Her full breasts rest against my chest. Our bodies pressed tightly together, and my cock pulsing against her soft skin.
I can’t deny that this is all I’ve wanted for the past two years. She’s all I’ve wanted. At the same time, I was supposed to resist until we were safe. Even then, I’m not sure giving in to my feelings for her is the right thing to do.
Sofia is at the start of her life. Now I’ve freed her from her father’s grasp, she can do anything and be anything she wants. She can move to Europe and pursue her dreams.
Things are different for me. I may have cut ties with my brotherhood, but you are bratva for life. There’s no getting out of it.
Once I claim her, there will be no going back. She’ll be mine forever. I won’t let her go. I’m too selfish for that. If I want something, then I take it.
Simple. Nothing about my feelings for Sofia is simple, though. I’m torn between doing what’s best for her and doing what I want.
Sofia breaks from our kiss, and her lips are swollen and plump. It makes my already hard cock harder. Her hand moves between our bodies, finding my length.
I groan as she tugs at me, eyes full of uncertainty.
“Tell me if I’m doing it wrong,” she says, biting her bottom lip.
I tilt my head to the side, brow furrowing. “Why would you be doing it wrong?”
Her cheeks stain an endearing pink, and she shakes her head. “Because I’ve never touched a man’s dick before.”
My body tenses. My heart pounds. Is she saying what I think she is saying?
“You’re a virgin?” I ask, feeling my balls ache at the thought.
She bites her bottom lip and nods her head, letting go of my dick. “Yes.” “Fuck,” I say, rolling off of her and resting a hand against my forehead. Sofia being a virgin, makes this even more complicated. I want to be her first. The man to claim her forever, but she can’t want me. A man old enough to be her father.
“You don’t want me because I’m inexperienced. Is that it?” she asks, eyes brimming with tears.
I shake my head and pull her close, forcing her to rest her head on my chest. “No, Sofia. I’ve wanted you since you returned from Europe. I’m just surprised. Am I the first man to give you oral?” I ask, intrigued at how inexperienced she is.
The dark pink tinge in her cheeks deepens. “Yes.”
How the fuck has a twenty-year-old girl as gorgeous as Sofia stayed untouched this long? “That’s impossible.”
Her brow furrows. “I assure you it is not,” she says, looking a little offended.
“Sorry, it’s hard to believe a girl as beautiful as you is still a virgin at twenty years old.” It makes me even more desperate to be her one and only the first and only man to ever to touch her. It also brings more conflict into my mind. I’m rough and harsh when I fuck, something no one should be with a virgin. I’m not sure I’d be able to control myself with her.
She shrugs. “Guys have come on to me at college, but I’ve…” she trails off averting my gaze.
“You’ve what?” I ask.
She bites her bottom lip. “I’ve been saving myself for you, in the hope you’d…” She doesn’t finish her sentence.
Fuck.
The need inside of me grows, and I can feel my control slipping. This stunning woman is telling me she hasn’t fucked another man because of me. If I thought I was in trouble before, now I know there is nothing in the world that’s going to stop me from claiming her.
I tilt her chin up toward me and kiss her lips softly. “We’ll talk more tomorrow. For now, sleep. We haven’t got long until we need to hit the road again.” It’s all I can do to stop the beast inside of me from rearing it’s ugly head and taking her here and now.
A virgin can’t handle my rough ways. She’s far more innocent than I ever expected.
She nods her head, setting her hand on my chest as I keep my arm around her. The precious treasure in my arms is more important to me than anything. I can feel her tightening her grip on my heart.
All my life, I’ve resisted the pull of romance. My way of life isn’t suited to having a lover, but Sofia is worth braving the danger. It may be selfish. It may be dangerous. But, I always take what I want.
THE ROAR of a bike engine startles me awake. Sofia is still fast asleep with her head on my chest. I hear the engine getting closer, and it makes me tense.
I shake Sofia gently, trying to wake her. “Sofia, I think we’ve stayed here too long.”
Her eyes open and she gazes up at me sleepily. “Why?”
“Listen,” I say, hearing the roar of the engine getting closer. It’s midnight, and we’ve stayed here far longer than I intended, but my exhaustion made it impossible to wake. I’d set the alarm, but I must have turned it off in my sleep.
The panic in Sofia’s eyes is evident. “They’ve found us,” she whispers.
I nod my head and get out of the bed. The lights of two motorcycles are visible, driving down the dirt track toward the house. “We’ve got to make a move now,” I say.
Sofia dashes for the bathroom.
I grab my shirt and pants, chucking them on quickly. I shoulder my bag as it’s light, but Sofia’s is too damn heavy. My gun is slung on top of my jacket, and I check the ammunition. It’s fully loaded. Ideally, I won’t have to engage in a gunfight, but life is rarely that easy.
Sofia comes back into the room dressed. She stuffs her toiletry bag and slip back into her case, trying to do it up.
I walk toward her and set a hand on her shoulder. “You may have to leave your stuff.”
Her eyes widen, and she stares longingly back at her possessions. “All of it?”
I sigh heavily, helping her shut the bag and grab it. “Come on.” I don’t want to disappoint her, even if it might hinder our escape. I pass her my bag and she takes it.
“Thank you,” she says, looking relieved that I didn’t force her to leave it all.
The ring of the doorbell has both of us freezing at the bedroom door.
“Oh, goodness. Who could this be at this time of night?” I hear the old lady say, her bedroom door opening.
I’m quick to open ours and step in her way. “I wouldn’t open the door if I were you. Let me go.”
Her eyes narrow. “Why on earth would I do that? It may be a paying customer.”
I shake my head and pull a wedge of cash out. “For your safety, stay locked in your room. There’s sixty dollars, so you don’t have to worry about the lost custom.”
She stares at me for a moment, before grabbing the cash and nodding her head.
A bang sounds at the front door, making her jump. She dashes back into her room, and I nod to Sofia to head downstairs. Sofia walks down first, her footsteps hesitant. We’ve not got much choice other than to sneak out the back of the house. We’ve brought unprecedented danger into an unsuspecting old lady’s life.
I grab Sofia’s wrist and pull her toward the back of the house, searching for an exit. The bangs on the door get more frantic, and I hear a guy shout, “Open up, or we’ll break the door down.”
If the lady has any sense, she’ll be calling the cops.
Sofia is shaking as she moves down the hallway to the back door. I stop her and walk in front, turning the key as carefully as possible. Silence is vital if we’re going to have even a remote chance of escaping these guys.
I push the door open slowly. My heart is pounding hard and fast – adrenaline spiking through my veins, as I’m ready to kill. Sofia hasn’t seen the brutal side to me before, and I hope she doesn’t have to now.
We step outside and shut the back door. I keep Sofia behind me, blocking her with my body. The last thing I want is for her to get caught in the cross-fire.
A loud bash echoes around the house, and I realize they’ve broken the door down. If we’re lucky, we may be able to sneak to the car without them seeing us. I grab Sofia’s arm and lead her around the side of the house, careful with my footsteps on the gravel.
Sofia’s so light footed that I don’t need to warn her to go careful. I curse myself for not parking closer to the door, considering the parking lot is empty.
We creep through the shadows as the men smash up the old lady’s home. The distant sound of sirens has my footsteps speeding up. She has called the cops, which means we need to get the fuck out of here before they arrive.
I unlock the car, and we both get in wordlessly. The tension is palpable as I slot the key into the ignition. I turn over the engine and force the car into reverse before shifting into drive and speeding out of the driveway.
I see Luka’s men run out of the house, rushing toward their bikes. We barely have a head start on them, and their bikes can easily outrun the car.
I push my foot to the ground, accelerating as fast as the Cadillac will allow. The far off sirens are gradually getting closer. We won’t get away with speeding past the police on this road, especially not with the bikes chasing us.
I make a split decision as the sirens grow ever nearer, weaving into the woods by the side of the road. Internally, I curse myself for not picking the SUV on offer that could handle off-road. It was more expensive, but it would have been worth it right now. This Cadillac isn’t built for this terrain, but we don’t have a choice.
Sofia holds on tightly, as the car travels through the trees. The motorcycles will have a better time through the trees, which goes against us.
The blaring sirens fade into the distance, but the headlights of our pursuers push ever nearer.
We’re fucked. I’ve got to think quick if we’re going to make it out alive. Sofia will survive, but her fate will be worth than death once her father gets her back. Luka may be a cruel man, but he wouldn’t order his men to kill her. She’s too valuable to him.
On the other hand, I will probably be retrieved and fed to Amari. Luka loves feeding that damn leopard with people who cross him, and they’re always alive when he does.
I’ve watched on as my pakhan became sicker and more twisted in front of my eyes. I’ve watched him feed men to the beast who have been loyal to him for years but made mistake and endured their screams.
Many times, I’ve wished that Amari would get revenge and rip him to shreds. He treats that poor animal badly, and he’s always starving. It’s a disgrace, and he’s a disgrace.
It’s kind of hard to believe that man fathered the stunning woman sitting beside me.
“Miron,” she shouts my name, panic lacing her voice.
A deer is right in front of us, and I swerve. I miss the deer but go careering straight over a ditch, bottoming the car out.
Fuck.
Somehow it keeps going, despite the terrible chugging sound. We’ve got to hope that somehow the Cadillac holds on. Otherwise, it will be game over.