ALEKSEI
I LIED. I remembered every word I said. But, I wasn't lying when I said the Russian had slipped out unconsciously. It was a habit I'd tamed a long time ago - switching between the three languages I spoke whenever I was in a heated conversation with someone or slightly irritated. It wasn't a good look for me because it was tantamount to outwardly losing my cool, and growing up in an environment like mine, it was seen as a sign of weakness, an opening for the predators to prey on you and your emotions. Now, I barely batted an eye when I was heated or irritated, and that was because I'd spent the past decade curbing this bad habit - I succeeded, too - and in just one night, she'd undone all that work. I should've taken it as my sign to disengage and get myself out of the situation before I spiraled, but hours after she'd fallen asleep, I still laid awake next to Ariana, staring down at the soft contours of heARIANA I DID IT. I let him touch me and make me come, and I. . . liked it. I liked it. Not only did I like it, I begged for it, too, relinquishing all the control in that bedroom to him. Who are you? I stared at my reflection on my blank phone screen. The woman on the screen looked different. I felt different, too. The last decade wasn't the kindest part of my life, and I'd woven through it not trusting men. And it wasn't for a lack of trying. I did. I went on dates, sometimes I initiated the flirting, and very few times, I'd gone in for a peck. It never went past that, though, because I always withdrew first. My therapist said it was a trauma response --- pulling back before they had the chance to hurt me --- and I couldn't deny that she was right. A person very close to me had hurt me irreparably after putting all my trust in him. What was stopping those men from doing the same? It was probab
ARIANA I COULDN'T GET PAST the appetizer round from how tightly wound my gut was. I wouldn't be able to keep anything down even if I tried. Reina sat across from me, savoring every bite of her lamb ribs while I stared at her. Never in a million years did I think she would seek me out after the hostile welcome I got from her when we visited, and my instincts told me to prepare for the worst. She couldn't have come for a good reason. I reached for my glass of water to busy myself with anything, so I didn't appear unnerved in front of her. I cleared my throat to get her attention. "So, are you going to say what you came here for, or are you going to make me watch you eat before we begin?" "The latter," she answered easily, going for another bite of food. I glared at her over the rim of my glass. "I have better things to do than to sit here and watch you eat. You know, a real job." "And you assume I'm not fa
ARIANA I was glued to my chair, unable to move a limb long after Reina excused herself to use the bathroom. My head pounded, and it threatened to burst from all the new information it had just gotten. "Get them to talk to their father," Reina had pleaded after she explained her side of the story. For once, I didn't see her as the heartless robot that pranced around with a chip on her shoulder. I'd seen the softer side of her, and it was all directed toward that asshole husband of hers. She cared about Igor and was a ride-or-die for him. With the way she spoke about him, I wouldn't be surprised if she actively put herself in harm's way to protect his life. That thought was further cemented when I asked her why she hated me when we'd only just met at the party. "I don't hate you." My mouth hung open. "And what do you call how you treated me at your house? That was unkind, and not how to treat people you cl
ALEKSEI Bravery and stupidity are the same things; the outcome determines your label. My father had drilled that saying into my head when I was eleven. It all started when I went up against a bigger kid at school for bullying Mikhail, and I got my ass handed to me. I was still just a skinny kid, and he had a group of friends just as beefed up as him. When I told my father, he'd just shaken his head at me and called me a fool. Eleven-year-old me had been furious, and I'd mouthed off to him. Of course, I got my ass handed to me again by Viktor, who my father trained alongside me at the time before Igor finally explained what he meant. "What you did wasn't wrong, Alyosha. It was brave of you to stand up for Misha against a boy like him, but it's foolish to go into wars you know you have no chance of winning. The boy was bigger and he had friends with him. You co
ARIANA ROSSI RELATIVES LIKED TO SHOW off no matter the given event. It didn't matter that it was a funeral. Or that said dead man was their cousin five times removed. I'd seen about five women donning expensive Cartier bracelets and diamond necklaces that cost more than a year's rent in New York, while they wailed loudly over a man they knew next to nothing about. Especially one who deserved his death. Of course, not a single tear slipped down their eyes. Whimpers, loud wails, sniffles, and sobs they could do while holding a crumpled Kleenex to their eyes, but they wouldn't be caught dead ruining their flawless make-up. Papà wasn't a good man, and that was a truth I'd carried with me for years. Perhaps that was why I couldn't manage a single tear at his funeral. Or maybe it was just because I found crying... unnecessary. The deed had already been done. The smartest thing to do was to move on. I cringed when another loud wail filled the air, this one accompanied by snorts in bet
ALEKSEI “YOU ARE A DISAPPOINTMENT TO this family.” Those were my father’s first words the moment I accepted his call. My jaw worked in anger, but I remained silent, letting him get all his anger and frustration out because this time, I did fuck up. “Is this how you plan to take over when I step down?” He spat, his voice deep with anger. He then proceeded to spew rapid-fire Russian at me, displeasure rolling off every syllable. I heaved a sigh, checking the time on my wristwatch to see how much longer I had to endure this form of torture. We still had about ten more minutes to go before he decided he’d said enough.I zoned him out, trailing my fingers over the paperweight on my desk, doing anything at all to distract myself from this one-sided conversation. I mentally listed off all the work I had to get done tomorrow while my father’s voice buzzed incessantly in my ear. He could talk for days, that one. “Do you understand?” He paused to ask as if sensing I wasn’t listening to a
ALEKSEI The Italians couldn’t make it any more obvious that they didn’t want us here. It was comical. Really. I leaned back in my seat, eyeing the fuming man in front of me lazily, knowing there was shit he could do about this current situation. I had the documents to prove it, and he had… rage. As I said—comical. “This is bullshit!” Matteo Rossi spat, his eyes blazing with unbridled fury. It was time for round two, it seemed. If looks could kill, he would have obliterated my brother and me, but alas, it couldn’t. “It’s business,” I corrected. “You don’t have to like it to do it. Didn’t your daddy teach you that?” I asked, sinking my teeth into the corner of my bottom lip, knowing I’d hit a nerve. What? Sometimes, I liked to stir shit up, too. Too bad, I wasn’t here to cater to a made man’s feelings. I was here to get my empire back under control before Igor got any more asinine ideas. “Get out!” He hissed, his gaze burning with fury. “He’s dead. We don’t have to do shit!” M
ARIANA I JUST FINISHED DRESSING UP, and I was running a comb through my hair when I heard a knock on the door. It was probably one of my brothers coming to check up on me. I knew how much they were worried that the latest turn of events would affect me. I walked toward the door and pulled it open, bringing me face-to-face with the man who murdered my father. Without thinking, I threw myself into his arms, squeezing the living daylight out of him. He had no idea how much he’d relieved me after killing my father. I had tears in my eyes for the first time in years when I heard the news of Papà’s death. A burden had finally been lifted off my shoulders because of him. His arms came around me a second later as a deep chuckle spilled from his lips. “Oh, I didn’t expect that.” I only squeezed him tighter, and when I felt like I’d shown enough gratitude, I pulled back, stepping away from the doorway to usher him into my room. He walked in, looking so out of place in my bedroom as he pl
ALEKSEI Bravery and stupidity are the same things; the outcome determines your label. My father had drilled that saying into my head when I was eleven. It all started when I went up against a bigger kid at school for bullying Mikhail, and I got my ass handed to me. I was still just a skinny kid, and he had a group of friends just as beefed up as him. When I told my father, he'd just shaken his head at me and called me a fool. Eleven-year-old me had been furious, and I'd mouthed off to him. Of course, I got my ass handed to me again by Viktor, who my father trained alongside me at the time before Igor finally explained what he meant. "What you did wasn't wrong, Alyosha. It was brave of you to stand up for Misha against a boy like him, but it's foolish to go into wars you know you have no chance of winning. The boy was bigger and he had friends with him. You co
ARIANA I was glued to my chair, unable to move a limb long after Reina excused herself to use the bathroom. My head pounded, and it threatened to burst from all the new information it had just gotten. "Get them to talk to their father," Reina had pleaded after she explained her side of the story. For once, I didn't see her as the heartless robot that pranced around with a chip on her shoulder. I'd seen the softer side of her, and it was all directed toward that asshole husband of hers. She cared about Igor and was a ride-or-die for him. With the way she spoke about him, I wouldn't be surprised if she actively put herself in harm's way to protect his life. That thought was further cemented when I asked her why she hated me when we'd only just met at the party. "I don't hate you." My mouth hung open. "And what do you call how you treated me at your house? That was unkind, and not how to treat people you cl
ARIANA I COULDN'T GET PAST the appetizer round from how tightly wound my gut was. I wouldn't be able to keep anything down even if I tried. Reina sat across from me, savoring every bite of her lamb ribs while I stared at her. Never in a million years did I think she would seek me out after the hostile welcome I got from her when we visited, and my instincts told me to prepare for the worst. She couldn't have come for a good reason. I reached for my glass of water to busy myself with anything, so I didn't appear unnerved in front of her. I cleared my throat to get her attention. "So, are you going to say what you came here for, or are you going to make me watch you eat before we begin?" "The latter," she answered easily, going for another bite of food. I glared at her over the rim of my glass. "I have better things to do than to sit here and watch you eat. You know, a real job." "And you assume I'm not fa
ARIANA I DID IT. I let him touch me and make me come, and I. . . liked it. I liked it. Not only did I like it, I begged for it, too, relinquishing all the control in that bedroom to him. Who are you? I stared at my reflection on my blank phone screen. The woman on the screen looked different. I felt different, too. The last decade wasn't the kindest part of my life, and I'd woven through it not trusting men. And it wasn't for a lack of trying. I did. I went on dates, sometimes I initiated the flirting, and very few times, I'd gone in for a peck. It never went past that, though, because I always withdrew first. My therapist said it was a trauma response --- pulling back before they had the chance to hurt me --- and I couldn't deny that she was right. A person very close to me had hurt me irreparably after putting all my trust in him. What was stopping those men from doing the same? It was probab
ALEKSEI I LIED. I remembered every word I said. But, I wasn't lying when I said the Russian had slipped out unconsciously. It was a habit I'd tamed a long time ago - switching between the three languages I spoke whenever I was in a heated conversation with someone or slightly irritated. It wasn't a good look for me because it was tantamount to outwardly losing my cool, and growing up in an environment like mine, it was seen as a sign of weakness, an opening for the predators to prey on you and your emotions. Now, I barely batted an eye when I was heated or irritated, and that was because I'd spent the past decade curbing this bad habit - I succeeded, too - and in just one night, she'd undone all that work. I should've taken it as my sign to disengage and get myself out of the situation before I spiraled, but hours after she'd fallen asleep, I still laid awake next to Ariana, staring down at the soft contours of he
ARIANA His cock sprang free from its confinement, slapping against his stomach, hot and erect. My lips parted at the sight, and I swallowed. Tiny, purple veins ran up his long, thick length to the pink, bulbous tip that dripped with pearly white liquid. I'd never gone down on a man, but I now understood the appeal some got from it. My skin itched with the same need, a mix of curiosity and desire. And he wasn't lying when he implied his cock was more than a fistful. At least, now I knew where the cockiness came from. It wasn't just small talk - pun intended. "It doesn't bite." He didn't bother to hide how amused he was. "Who knew my cock could render you speechless?" He curled his fist around his girth, stroking up and down, coating his length with his precum until it glistened under his soft bedroom lights. With his other hand, he wrapped my leg around his waist, propping my ass up on his thighs. "I thought you sa
ARIANA Aleksei hummed in satisfaction at my desperate plea. "Good girl." I could feel his proud smirk against my skin as he went lower, getting dangerously close to my pussy. My core thrummed with anticipation. My body buzzed like a livewire, itching to be set off by him. He knew how much he affected me, and he was having fun milking it. I gritted my teeth, fisting the sheets beside me. "I already begged you, didn't I? Stop teasing," I hissed. And what did the bastard do? He laughed. Laughed. "Retract those claws, tiger." He splayed his hand on my lower stomach, effortlessly pinning my lower half to the mattress. "If it gets too much, tap my shoulders." I stared down at the top of his dark head. "What happened to me using my words?" My tone was slightly mocking. I could practically hear his smirk. "You wouldn't be able to." And then he pressed his tongue flat against my slit, dragging
ALEKSEI "TRUST ME?" I asked again as she arched her neck back to give me more room to feast on her neck. She absentmindedly hummed her agreement, sinking her fingers into my hair at my nape. I nipped on her jaw, pulling a shaky breath out of her. "Are you sure?" "Y-Yes." I kissed my way down her chest to her stomach. "Anything else you want me to know beforehand? Or do you want me to stop?" I teased. Her chest rose and fell with how fast her breath came out in puffs. "No!" I teased the waistband of her tiny shorts with my teeth, grazing her skin in the process. "Feisty." She jerked, sinking her fingers deeper into my hair. "And sensitive," I whispered against her skin as I slowly inched her shorts down her legs, tossing them behind me carelessly, which was out of character for me. I gently parted her thighs, staring down at her bare, pink pussy coated with her slick arousal.
ALEKSEI Ariana's slender neck worked as she swallowed thickly, no words escaping her rosy lips. I curled my other hand around her thigh, cocking her leg over my hip. "Someday, you're going to let me unravel all your secrets one at a time." I moved in closer, molding her soft curves against the planes of my body. "But today isn't that day." I finished. She finally found her voice. "When?" "When what?" "When are you going to decide you want to unravel me?" Ariana whispered and given how closed off she was, I could tell it was something she dreaded. I could also hear the underlying, unasked question without even trying: When do I need to run away from you as fast as I can, so you're never able to catch up with me? "When I feel like it," I told her instead. She drew her lower lip between her teeth, nibbling on the skin until it was bruised red from how badly she'd abused it. Displeased, I gently pu