My heart is racing as I turn on the faucets to the tub, cursing the water for not being instantly warm. Once it starts to run warm, I plug it with the stopper. This girl almost scared me half to death with her escape attempt.
Luckily, despite walking over a mile, she hadn’t gone too deep into the forest. Much further and the chance of saving her would have been slim. I can’t bear thinking about it. Milana stands by the sink, shivering with her arms crossed over her chest.
“Come here,” I order.
She walks toward me and barely looks at me. “Strip,” I say. I help her take off the jacket and then she pulls off the shirt. “In.”
She says nothing, getting into the warm water and sighing. Her eyes clamp shut, and she rests her head against the end of the bath. A long silence ensues between us, as slowly the color returns to her face. The panic loosens around my heart, seeing her perk up.
“What the fuck were you thinking?”
Her eyes snap open, and she worries her bottom lip with her teeth. She shakes her head. “I was escaping.” Her eyes harden. “After what you did…”
Shame floods me at the mention of earlier, and I draw a long breath. She wanted to get away from me. Escape the beast I am. “I’m sorry,” I mutter, shaking my head.
There’s nothing more I can say to excuse my behavior.
“I can’t sit around waiting for you to snap and go too far,” she says, tears filling her eyes as she says it. “Next time, you might go through with it.”
I grit my teeth together and try to think of something to say. How can I win back Milana’s trust? “There won’t be next time,” I mutter.
“No, there won’t be. I don’t want any part in whatever this is between us anymore.” She glances away from me, and my heart breaks.
It’s what I expected. It’s what I deserve. Despite that, I can’t just let this girl go, not without a fight.
“Milana, look at me,” I say. She ignores me initially.
“Now,” I command, keeping my voice soft.
Her jaw clenches, and then she turns her head, glaring at me with such ferocity. “Don’t order me about.”
My stomach clenches at her boldness. She’s always been so gutsy, despite her situation with me. It’s one of the things I love about her. “Please don’t do this,” I say.
Her eyes widen. “Are you begging me?”
A part of me recoils against the suggestion. Milana should be the only one who begs in this relationship, but right now, I’m desperate.
I’m on the cusp of losing the best thing that has happened to me in years. “Yes, because I can’t lose you.” I shake my head. “My rage is a problem. I know that. I’m sorry I lost it with you.” I swallow hard. “I promise I won’t do it again.”
Her eyes narrow, and she sinks deeper into the water.
I wait for her response, wishing beyond anything I could turn back the clock and act differently. Life in the bratva has made my rage worse. It’s fed the anger and given me an outlet to express it in the wrong way. I’ve never dealt with the grief and the shame I harbor deep inside of me, scared to face it.
“How can I believe you?” she asks.
I shake my head. “I don’t know, but I know I need to face up to my demons.”
She looks into my eyes properly for the first time since I snapped at her. “I want to believe you,” she mutters.
My heart flutters in my chest with hope. I hope that somehow we’ll be able to get through this. “Then believe me.” I thread my fingers into her hair and pull her lips to mine, kissing her softer than I ever have.
When I break away, she mutters words that cut me to the core, “I don’t know how this can continue.”
I don’t know how it can either, but it has to. Life without Milana is no longer an option. She’s everything to me.
“It has to continue,” I mutter, splashing warm water over her hair. I grab a bottle of shampoo and squirt some into my hand. “I’m going to wash your hair,” I say, before rubbing the shampoo into her tangled, messy strands.
She sighs as I massage her scalp.
Milana has become my world in a short period. Ever since the death of my fiance, I’ve never even given one moment thought to love again. I don’t believe I deserve it, but I want it with Milana.
Once I’ve washed the shampoo from her hair, I ring it out and then run my hand down her neck to her full breasts.
She groans at my attention, clamping her thighs together. I’ve been hard as a rock ever since I started washing her hair. It’s time for me to show her how much she means to me.
“I need you,” I breathe, playing with her hard nipples.
She meets my gaze and licks her lips, eyes full of fire. I seem to have broken down her doubts-for now, at least.
I let my hand tease down her stomach until I reach her legs. She parts her thighs for me, allowing me access to her perfect pussy. I’ve never craved a woman the way I crave Milana. It’s an addiction-she’s addictive.
My finger slips inside of her, and she makes the most delicious sound. She’s soaking wet for me already. I work my finger in and out of her, making her cheeks turn a deep pink. I tease her clit between my finger and thumb, making her moan loud.
“Lyov,” she calls my name, making me even harder.
Her pussy tightens around my finger, and I quickly add another, fucking her to orgasm so damn fast. She shudders in the water as she comes undone. Her eyes clamp shut. Her lips part on a moan.
“I need to be inside of you.” I groan.
She stands from the water and shivers instantly. I grab some towels and quickly dry her with one of them. Once she’s dry, I wrap her in another and lift her into my arms.
Milana wraps her arms around my neck as I carry her into the bedroom. She’s quick to get under the sheets, shivering slightly – nothing better to warm her up than some hot and heavy sex.
I get under them with her, covering her body with mine. My hands roam every inch of her curves, worshipping them as she writhes beneath me. The need to be inside her claws at me. Usually, I take my time, but I almost lost her.
She could have died out there, and it was my fault. I kiss her lips hard, slipping my tongue into her mouth and searching with desperation. I need her to know how much I regret the way I treated her. I need her to know how much she means to me.
I let my hand tease between our bodies, finding her soaking wet center.
She’s more than ready for me. “Fuck me, sir,” she moans.
I groan, not needing to be asked twice. My cock slips deep inside of her tight heat, filling her to the hilt. For a moment, I remain still. She bucks
beneath me, trying to get me to move, but I hold her tight. The need to savor this moment out wins the need to fuck her.
“Please, Lyov,” she breathes.
I grunt and begin to move in and out of her. Initially, I’m slow, but it’s not long until I’m fucking her hard and rough. Her body is taking everything I give. My cock aches as her pussy muscles clamp down on me so hard. She’s coming already, and I’ve barely fucking started.
I grunt, flipping her over onto her hands and knees. She arches her back s I fuck her through her first orgasm, spanking her ass at the same time.
I drive in harder and faster as she keeps her back arched. It’s as if she is challenging me to become the beast I am. I can’t lose control with her. My tendency to be rough can scare me at times.
“Harder,” Milana moans.
It snaps my resolve. The last hold on my control slips through my fingers. My cock aches as I pick up the tempo. I fuck Milana so hard I might break her in two. Unlike most women who’ve goaded me to this point, she moans and arches her back more.
How can she love this so much?
I spank her ass. My cock slides as deep as possible inside her with each thrust.
A crazy, wild notion slides through my mind every time I’m inside of her. The need to shoot my seed into her belly rules me – a need to breed her. I’ve got no idea if she’s on birth control, but I fucking hope she’s not.
It would give me full possession over her if she were carrying my child. We’ve fucked every day for the past week, multiple times. I want to make her pregnant. I want that ultimate mark on her to ensure no man ever goes near her again.
The image of Milana’s tummy growing big with my child makes me want to explode. Instead, I hold out, clenching my jaw tightly. She needs to come again first. I want to feel her tighten around me.
I stop fucking her and pull out, making her whimper in protest. My arms snake around her waist, and I lift her to me, flipping her onto her back. She looks perfect-cheeks flushed and chest heaving. My mouth waters as I suck on each of her hardened nipples.
I grab her ankles, pushing them up and sinking every inch back inside of her. She moans, parting her pouty, thick lips. “Fuck, just like that,” she breathes, clamping her eyes shut and letting her head fall back against the pillow.
My cock is so deep inside of her, as I pound into her tight, wet heat with abandon. It feels like we’re the only two people in this world – all reasoning and questioning of what I’m doing vanishes from my mind when we come together. I shouldn’t be doing this, but I don’t care.
“Oh my God,” she cries out as her pussy tightens around me.
I grunt, trying to hold out as she milks me for all I’ve got. The need to make this moment last driving me, but she’s too fucking tight. I explode as deep as possible inside of her, spilling my seed and marking her.
Milana is mine. I knew it when I saw her on that dance floor, and I know it now more than ever. No matter what my pakhan says. No matter what anyone says.
Andrei won’t be getting those photos. I’m never letting her go. I’ll go to the ends of the earth to keep her with me-whatever it takes.