Maria"Do you want to come, Maria?" I nibble at her ear.She nods, her eyes squeezed shut."Beg for it."Maria lets out a whimper. "Please," she gasps. "Please make me come.""Not make." I stop my movements, but her hips continue to buck. "Let.""Please let me come," she pants immediately.I reward her obedience with pleasure, working my fingers in and out of her and moving them faster. I press my thumb against her clit and rub hard circles around the sensitive bump. She cries out, and I feel her pussy squeezing around my fingers as she comes. Her juices coat my hand, and I pull my fingers out.I pull her hair, so she has to turn and watch me lick each one clean. I hold onto Maria as she slowly returns to earth from her orgasm.I push up from the desk then press my hand against her back. Maria stays where she is, bent over the desk, her dress hiked up and her panties pulled aside. I unzip my pants and pull out my hard cock. The tight skin glistens as I give the tip—throbbing with pre-
MikhailRurik, Anton, and I stand in the center of a secure warehouse in Port Newark. Anton's jumpy gaze scans the vast, cavernous space where a shipment recently left for Rotterdam. Rows of empty metal shelves line the concrete walls, stretching up to the high ceiling while the floor is covered with grimy dirt. The smell of damp concrete hangs in the stale air with a faint hint of oil. Trusted workers hose down the floor and aim the soapy gray water toward the drains.The security cameras' red lights blink rhythmically, but my gaze is on the man zip-tied to the metal folding chair. Rurik cracks his knuckles as he eyes the man hunched over in the chair while Anton stands at attention with his eyes on me. This isolated place is perfect for what we have planned.I took it easy on Maria. I let her beauty and innocence interfere with my head. I've allowed her to play me and given her too much freedom. I want to punish her for keeping secrets, but she's not here.This man will pay the pric
Mikhail"Pakhan," Rurik speaks calmly. "Maybe he has a use. Alive."I ignore him at first. My chest heaves with rage. I feel the anger and adrenaline mixing into a lethal cocktail. I want to kill Bianchi because I don't have Zakhar in my grip. I want to make him suffer for daring to mention Desmier. I take a step toward Bianchi, my hand flipping the pliers to the pointed tip."Pakhan," Rurik repeats, this time more forcefully.I glare at Rurik as if he's next. "Chto?" I demand."He says he's a messenger," Rurik replies. "Then make him send a message."Anton motions toward two workers, and two men in coveralls rush over, scoop Bianchi and the chair upright, and then hurry away again."He's no good to us dead." Rurik's voice is soothing and steady. "But alive, there are things he can tell."The thought halts me, and I see Maria in my mind. Her body bent over my desk, moaning loudly as I push into her. Begging me to make her come, screaming for me to do it now. I shake the image out of m
MariaI pace the length of the living room, my fingers nervously tapping against my thigh. I can't keep still. I glance over at the setting sun for what feels like the hundredth time, waiting for Mikhail to return home. He called from the road to tell Dominika he was coming home early. The staff is in a frantic panic as they hurry to finish their work. Mikhail doesn't want to be disturbed, but I can't wait.Why was my father in that photo?We didn't talk about the photo last night. I was too scared to ask, and he was too angry to explain. My breath picks up as I think about what we did instead. I won't let it happen again until he talks to me. I'm bracing myself for the icy stare Mikhail will give me when I demand to know the truth from him.I fold my arms around my body and stop pacing. My thoughts are knotted into a tangle of chaos. My head spins with so many questions and doubts. I'm terrified to find out what's true and what isn't. My life is like a car wreck I can't stop staring
MariaI'm not sure how to feel. Betrayed? Hurt? Angry? Sad? I don't know. I don't feel anything except maybe disappointment. My mind is numb, and I can't focus on anything other than Mikhail's green eyes piercing me."Maria ..." Mikhail starts, but I interrupt him."Stop!" I snap, tears rising in my eyes. "Stop trying to hurt me."Mikhail reaches out for me, but I flinch away from his touch, scooting over to the opposite end of the couch."Don't fucking touch me!" I hiss.I want him to keep his distance. I don't want to be near him right now. Not when he's lying to me. I hate the look on his face. It makes me want to slap him."So now that you found out what you wanted," I say, "you can let me go, right?""No." Mikhail casually picks up a decanter and pours two shots of vodka. "It's because I found what I wanted that I can't ever let you go, Maria.""Why?" I swallow hard. "You don't need me anymore."Mikhail smiles that smile that melts my knees as he hands me one of the shot glasses.
MariaI don't know how long I stayed there. When I wake up, Dominika sits in a chair, doing her needlework and humming softly. I don't want to talk to her. I want to be alone. But Dominika notices I'm awake and puts her needlepoint on her chair. She sits on the floor with me. She reaches over and brushes her fingers through my hair."It hurts now, koshka," she whispers. "But in time, the pain will fade."She pulls me against her, cradling my head, and lets me cry. The warmth of her body comforts me. Her familiar perfume fills my nostrils. I take a deep breath and exhale slowly. It does hurt. The tears fall harder and faster until I'm sobbing uncontrollably. Dominika holds me tighter and whispers soothing words. She rocks me gently, and I sob in her lap until the tears finally stop.My voice is hoarse, but my words are clear. "Did he send you?"She frowns a little. "No. Mikhail Ivanov said you needed time alone.""He can go to hell." My voice hardens. "I hate him."Dominika shakes her
MariaI slowly open the box and take out the test. My hands tremble as I read the instructions. I follow them carefully, making sure to get enough urine on the strip. As I stare at the tiny stick, I feel like I'm holding my entire future in my hand. A sudden wave of nausea washes over me, and I wonder if it's just nerves or a sign that I really am pregnant. When it passes, I set the test on the counter and wait for the results.I pace back and forth in front of the sink, trying to calm my doubting thoughts. The minutes drag by, and I'm scared to look at the test. I don't want to know. I don't want this to be happening. As I wait, my mind plays out scenarios. None of them are good. Am I really pregnant? And if so, what will Mikhail do when he finds out? Fear squeezes my heart like a vise.If he's willing to use me for bait, what will he do to my child?Finally, I can't take not knowing anymore. I take a deep breath and look at the test, and my heart free falls into my stomach.Two line
Maria"I need to talk to my father.""That's not a good idea," Lara says, her brow furrowing in concern.I grip her hands. "I need to know the truth from him," I reply. "Mikhail tells me his real name is Zakhar Budanov. There's a photograph in his desk. I ... I deserve to know!"Larissa's face pales as she pulls her hands out of my grip. Her hands clutch the sheets as if anchoring her to the moment."Please, Lara," I plead. "I need to hear it from him."Larissa nods slowly and releases the bedsheets from her grasp. "Yes," she says quietly, her gaze distant. "You do."I stare at her, perplexed, but her face is unreadable. She knows too much but doesn't want me to figure it out. I take a deep breath, wondering if I should push her, but I decide against it. Whatever Larissa knows, it will remain a secret, at least for now.Larissa takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly. "You should come home with me," she says firmly. Standing up, her posture is regal and defiant. "And you must be ca