Milana
Lyov holds me so tightly; it almost hurts. “I’m sorry,” he says, voice distant.
“Sorry for what?” I ask, glancing up at him. Is he apologizing
again for the way he treated me? Part of me feels weak for believing him. He is troubled. I shouldn’t sleep with a man who held a knife against my throat.
He shakes his head. “Everything.” He glances down at me. “And, I know I can be rough during sex.”
I laugh. “I like it rough, couldn’t you tell?”
He shakes his head and swallows. “I shouldn’t have snapped at you the way I did before.”
I sigh heavily and squeeze his hand gently. “No, you shouldn’t have.” I gaze up at him and notice a stray tear rolling down his cheek. It shocks me to see a man like Lyov cry. I shift out of his grip and sit on his lap, wiping it from his cheek. “What’s wrong?”
His jaw clenches and conflict rages in his brilliant blue eyes. “Nothing.”
“Tell me, Lyov.”
His jaw clenches, and he stares into my eyes. “My past is complicated and I…” he trails off, averting my gaze.
I cup his chin in my hand. “An ex?” I ask.
He squeezes my hand in return. “Sort of.” He swallows hard. “Ten years ago, my fiance died.”
I stare at him, stunned for a moment, mainly that he told me so freely. “I’m so sorry.” A small silence passes between us. “Was she killed by the bratva?” I ask, knowing that so many men lose family and lovers in the crossfire of brotherhood wars.
He shakes his head. “I killed her.” His jaw clenches tighter, and the guilt in his eyes is unmistakable.
It’s take me aback to think Lyov would kill his fiance. I wait for him to say more. “Why?” I ask when he says nothing.
He shakes his head. “Car accident, but I had been drinking. We both had.” He pauses a moment, staring into the distance as he remembers the painful memories. “Liliana died, and I lived.”
“I’m so sorry,” I say, squeezing his hand.
He tenses. “Don’t pity me,” he snaps, shaking his head. “I killed her. It was my fault for drinking too much.” The rage I’d seen earlier resurfacing makes me recoil backward.
His demeanor shifts so quickly it’s enough to give me whiplash. Suddenly, his rage starts to make some sense. He’s hurting from his past still, and it’s his only way to deal. I shift away from him and sit on the edge of the bed, resting my head in my hands. Even so, it’s no reason for him to take it out on me.
I can’t even begin to imagine how guilty he must feel for what happened. It makes this whole situation even more fucked up. What have we done?
Lyov is troubled and broken, but this situation isn’t good for him. We’re enemies by association. Sure, I dislike my dad and have no allegiance to him, but we are from opposing sides.
We shouldn’t be together, but my heart longs for him. I think I knew my heart was at risk the moment our eyes met across that dance floor. It’s not going to be easy, and there are so many things stacked against us, but being with him feels as natural as breathing.
Two large, rough hands grab my shoulders, pulling me backward. “I’m sorry, Milana. It’s hard for me to speak about.” I let him lift me into his lap, kissing my cheek gently. “You’re the first person I’ve told about it since.”
I swallow hard, gazing into those beautiful eyes that hold so much pain and conflict. He has carried the weight of his mistakes for ten years. It’s clear as day when I look at him. It’s why he’s so angry all the time. Perhaps I can help heal those wounds. “I understand.”
He smiles at me, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. “Thank you.” He shifts out of bed to sit on the edge. “I want to take a shower.” He glances back at me, and the wicked look in his eyes almost melts me.
I lick my lips, feeling the heat pooling between my thighs at the mere memory of what we just did. We’ve just fucked, and I should be sore-I was sore when we finished, but the moment Lyov looks at me like that, I’m aching for another reason.
Lyov is a damn God.
I get out of bed and dash after him into the bathroom.
He captures me with his arms around my waist, lifting me against the wall. “Where do you think you are going?” He raises an eyebrow.
I lick my bottom lip. “Shower.” I nod my head toward it.
He smirks at me. “Yes, you are very dirty.” His voice is a husky rumble that sends shivers down my spine. He sets me back on the floor and spanks my ass playfully. “Get in.”
I walk into the large walk-in shower, turning on the faucet. I jump back as the cold water hits me, bashing straight into Lyov’s hard, naked chest. His arms wrap around me, and he kisses my shoulder.
“Beautiful,” he murmurs into my ear, pushing me under the warm water. I sigh as the warm water, and Lyov’s warm body encase me. We’re like rabbits ever since we first fucked. It’s impossible to resist the urge to throw
myself at him.
He spanks my ass as I attempt to turn around. “Back to me,” he orders. He parts my ass cheeks, and suddenly, his tongue probes at my forbidden hole. It sends a new thrill through me as his finger slips into my dripping heat.
“Have you ever been fucked here?” he asks, pressing his finger against my tight ring of muscles.
I shake my head. “No,” I squeak. The thought of him fucking my ass both scares and excites me.
He growls lowly. “Do you want me to?” I shrug, unable to find the words to reply. He spanks my ass. “Wait right here.”
I stand still, keeping my hands pressed against the shower wall as the warm water cascades over me.
He returns, holding a bottle of clear lube. I hear him squirt some into his hand, and then I feel his finger against my hole. “Relax,” he purrs, making my pussy ache. The thought of anything inside of my ass makes me hot.
Slowly, he works his fingers into my virgin hole. “Lyov,” I breathe, half in shock and half in pleasure. It feels unbelievably good and so forbidden. I can feel the wetness pooling between my thighs and the ache deepening as he moves his finger in and out.
“Do you like that?” he breathes, nibbling on my ear lobe.
I groan as he kisses my neck, making me needy for anything he gives me.
“Answer me.” “Yes, sir,” I say.
He adds another lubed finger into my ass, slowly moving it in and out of me. It blows my mind and sets me alight. I moan as he continues to finger my ass, stretching my hole for the first time.
I never imagined how good this could be. The only thing that had held me back was the thought of how much it would hurt, but it doesn’t. Lyov adds even more lube and continues to stretch my hole with three fingers.
The hard, hot swell of his cock rests against my ass cheek. It pulses against my skin, making me want him more. I feel dizzy with the need he’s igniting inside of me. “Fuck me,” I breathe.
His fingers still inside of my forbidden, and he nips my ear. “Where?”
I bite my bottom lip, wondering whether I can fit his huge size in there. “My ass,” I breathe, despite the uncertainty racking me. A part of me longs to try it with him.
He groans and presses the thick length of his cock against my aching, stretched hole. A shudder runs from the top of my head right down my spine. “Are you sure?”
I bite my bottom lip and nod my head before I can change my mind.
He gets more lube and works it into my hole, before spreading it all over his thick, throbbing cock. I gasp as he wraps his arm around my waist and lifts me out of the shower, carrying me back toward the bedroom.
He sets me down in the center of the bed and smiles, no doubt at my questioning gaze. “You can’t have your first anal sex stood up.” He pushes my legs up and tilts my ass toward him, letting the heaviness of his cock rest against my hole.
I hold my breath, waiting to feel him push.
“Relax and breathe, baby,” he purrs, pressing forward and stretching me around him. Initially, it hurts a little, and Lyov has to add more lube, pulling back and rubbing it all over the length of him.
The sight of him touching himself builds the deep ache inside of me. He is a god in his own right. I can’t believe I’m lucky enough to have captured his attention in this way. I groan as he slides two fingers back into my ass, making sure I’m ready for him.
Lyov presses his thick, swollen head against my stretched hole, forcing himself inside. I groan, feeling uncomfortable initially because of how huge he is. It doesn’t hurt as such, but it feels so unusual.
“Relax,” he purrs, pressing his lips to mine.
I groan as he pushes in even deeper, keeping my legs stretched. His tongue darts out into my mouth, teasing against my tongue as his cock sinks into a place I’ve never been touched before.
It’s surprisingly intimate and pleasurable-beyond anything I’ve ever experienced before. I shut my eyes, giving myself over to the sensations. Lyov’s tongue delves deep inside of my mouth, exploring and searching with need.
As I relax more, the pleasure becomes unbelievable. Lyov’s cock delves deep inside of me with each thrust until his balls are slapping against my skin. I groan, loving the way he’s making me feel.
“Do you like my cock in your ass?” He growls, sinking all the way in again.
I nod my head, unable to find the words. It’s as if my brain has short- circuited.
“That’s it, baby, be my dirty little girl.” He pulls out of me, making me whimper at the sudden emptiness he leaves behind. “On your hands and knees, Malishka.”
Him calling me baby in Russian only adds to my desire. I can hardly move as my whole body shakes, but he helps me to bend over. I feel the heat of him against my stretched out hole, pressing the head against the tight muscles. “Relax, baby,” he purrs.
I do as he says, breathing deeply as he sinks his massive length inside of me again. Initially, it stings for a moment, but once he’s entirely inside, the sting turns to pleasure. He reaches an arm around and rubs my clit between his finger and his thumb, sending such thrilling need through me. “Fuck,” I moan.
He licks the back of my neck before moving back and gripping my hips hard. I cry out as he begins to fuck my ass, pulling almost all the way out and slamming back in again. I’m teetering on the edge of orgasm, and it feels intense-stronger than anything I’ve experienced before.
“I want you to come while I’m buried deep inside your ass,” he growls.
His commanding tone pushes me even closer to the edge. I reach down and rub my aching nub between my thighs, which rewards me a hard spanking on both ass cheeks. “Only I can touch you there.”
I bring my hand back to the bed. Lyov’s hand quickly replaces mine, touching me in the way I need. I can feel the release building as he thrusts even deeper inside of me. Fire spreads through my veins – pleasure pulses through my nerves. “Lyov,” I moan his name as he sends me crashing over the edge of oblivion.
My entire body trembles with ecstasy as he grunts, coming over the edge with me. I feel his cock pulsing deep inside my virgin hole, coating it with his seed. We rest in silence, both trying to catch our breath.
Finally, He slowly pulls his cock from my hole and lies down next to me. He grabs my waist, lifting me to settle into his side. Both of us are breathless and silent, staring up at the ceiling. I have no words to say to explain how what we shared made me feel. Instead, it feels right to hold each other. I’m allowing myself to fall more deeply for this man by every passing day, which is dangerous.