VERA
My uncle will burn in hell for what he did to his own family.
Igor killed them. I’ve been a foolish and blind soldier,
working for him not knowing the truth.
Igor won’t lie low for long, not now he knows I’ve been compromised.
Andrei has set up a rather public appearance for a charity event this evening. It doesn’t sit well with me, as he will draw blood shed to such a public event.
Andrei assured me that if any of the attendees get shot, they will deserve it. Everyone attending this so-called charity gala are criminals.
Apparently, the money only goes to charity in an attempt to launder it.
Most the so-called charities aren’t even real, anyway. The Bratva way of life is despicable and disgusting. I hated it when my father was pakhan, and I hate it now.
What surprises me is the way Andrei talks. He seems like he hates it just as much as me.
“Krasivaya, are you ready?” Andrei asks, standing behind me.
I turn to face him, smiling. “How did you get in here?” I glance at the door, certain he couldn’t sneak passed me.
He turns around and flicks a switch on the wall, opening a door. “Our rooms are adjoining.”
I raise an eyebrow. “Why didn’t you tell me before?” He smirks and walks toward me. “I wanted to surprise you.” He slides his hands onto my waist and the moment he touches me, I’m a puddle of hot, molten lava.
“Must you touch me right now?” I ask, exasperated by the way one touch sets my skin ablaze.
He tightens his grip on my waist and kisses my neck. “I can’t help it. You look stunning in this dress.”
My cheeks warming at the compliment. I chose this dress in the hopes it would excite him. The plunging neckline offers a teasing view of my cleavage and the length shows off just enough of my legs without it being too exposing.
“I wish I could rip it off you,” he groans, spinning me around and pressing the throbbing length of him into my ass.
I moan, arching my back. “How long until we need to leave?”
He teases his lips against my ear. “We’ve got five minutes.”
“It is long enough,” I say, hitching the skirt of my dress up.
He chuckles a low, deep rumble and pushes me forward, over the dressing table. “Hold on.”
I hold my breath, waiting for him to make the move. He rips my panties off of me, tearing them apart. “No panties for you tonight,” he murmurs.
The zip of his pants comes down, and I quiver in anticipation, my juice dripping down my thighs.
“I want you to come on my cock, Printsessa.” He thrusts the entire length inside me with one push, making me scream.
His hand connects with my ass, spanking each cheek with an erotic slap that sends so much pleasure through me, it feels like I might combust already.
There’s no doubt in my mind he will make me come with not much effort.
It’s building, as his hand slip down between my thighs, and he rubs my clit in circles, quickening me toward the edge. The hard, throb of his cock pounding into me is heaven. If I could die now, I’d die happy.
Sex with this man is beyond anything I ever could have imagined. I’d watched porn before, but nothing ever came across as this intense, this needy. It’s as if he is a wild animal trying to breed me. The grunts and groans he makes are in line with that—animalistic and ferocious.
I’ve thought about the consequences. What it means to be fucking like this without protection. It is crazy. He should take precautions, but perhaps the bastards who trained me slipped me contraception without me knowing.
I moan as he slaps my ass again, no doubt painting it red. The sting intensifies my pleasure and I know I will come any second. “Fuck, Andrei…”
“That’s it, come all over my cock,” he growls, and it’s all it takes to send me tumbling into pure bliss.
I’m slammed with the force of an intense orgasm, heating me and blinding me all at once. The breath from my lungs escapes me, as I pant, trying to gain a grip on reality.
Andrei grunts behind me, thrusting one last time inside of me and holding himself so deep. I can feel his cock twitching inside of me, spilling his seed as deep as possible. My thighs quiver as I realize his cum will drip out of me all night.
“Hold tight,” he says.
My brow furrows as he shoves his hand into his pocket and pulls out a sex toy. It looks like an odd shaped dildo. “What are you going to do with that?”
His smirk is almost wicked, as he pulls his cock out of me and shoves it in place. “I want you to wear it tonight,” he says, spanking my ass again.
I moan, turned on again, despite reaching climax a few moments ago.
He grabs something else out of his pocket, and I gasp. The toy vibrates deep inside of me, making me quiver.
“I will control you all night, Vera.” His eyes are wild and dark.
I shake my head, trying to ignore the sensations as he turns up the vibration level. “Aren’t we supposed to be focusing on catching my uncle?”
He shrugs. “Yes, but my men will be there for that.”
I gasp as he presses another button, turning the vibration even higher. “I can’t wear this tonight. I’ll orgasm at the table.”
He smiles even wider, kissing my lips. “That is the point, Vera.”His hand entangles with mine as he switches the vibrator off, stowing the controller in his pocket. “Come on.”
“Wait.” I jerk him to a stop. “I need to put new panties on.”
He pulls on my hand, forcing me to walk with him. “No panties.”
Fuck.
I can’t sit at a table with strangers with no panties on, his cum dripping out of me, and a fucking vibrator shoved in my pussy. I groan to myself as he holds me closer, walking me out of his house.
Andrei loves to be in control and there’s no use fighting him on this. Not to mention, deep down it may be a little exciting doing something like that in public.
Once we’re in the car, he turns to me. “Do you remember your virgin training?”
“Yes, why?”
He nods. “Act as you were trained to, as I can’t have people talking about the way I treat you.”
“That makes sense,” I say, gazing out of the window.
I don’t speak the question on my mind, knowing it may be a step too far. If I am his slave, does that mean that is all I can ever be to him?
Andrei is pakhan to the powerful Bratva brotherhood. If he were to break the rules on slavery, they would see it as a weakness. Perhaps, if I were to get pregnant, it would change things. Bratva are big on family and a pakhan being provided an heir gives stability to its leadership.
“What are you thinking?”
I turn to Andrei, and he’s staring at me with an adoring gaze. It makes my chest ache. The last man I saw look at me like that was my father.
Sure, it was different circumstances, but my father was a very loving man behind closed doors, much like Andrei. “Nothing much.”
He doesn’t look convinced by my answer, and I bite my lip, as he gets out the remote control. “Tell me, Vera.”
My cheeks heat as I shake my head. It’s too embarrassing to tell him what I was thinking of. I was thinking of a future with him. He may not feel the way I feel.
He turns it on and I gasp, arching my back as the vibrations hit the perfect spot deep inside of me. “Fuck.”
He chuckles, shifting closer to me in the back of the vehicle. “I can’t fuck you in here.”
“Why are you doing this?”
He cups my chin in his hand and brushes his lips against mine. “I want to know everything about you.”
His words send a shiver down my spine and a warmth pools in my stomach.
He kisses me. “Tell me what you were thinking about.”
The warmth in my cheeks increases. “I was just wondering whether I always have to act like a slave around you in public.”
He drops my chin and moves away from me, as if I’ve said something I shouldn’t have. The remote switches to off and he leaves me feeling empty and ashamed. Am I getting too bold to think this could ever be something more? I am a slave and he is my master.
He wants to dominate my body, and that is all. It’s my fault I haven’t guarded my heart against the charming pakhan. Sometimes, the things he says hit right to my core. He told me he’d do anything for me. Is that something a man says to a sexual partner? I wouldn’t know considering he is my first.
Every moment spent with him, the more I can’t imagine living my life without him in it. If that means I have to be his sex slave for the rest of my life, so be it.
We’re two emotionally broken people with so much baggage. We can’t dare to hope we’d fix each other.
The car comes to a stop outside of an old building. A steady stream of welldressed and elegant people meander inside, handing over invitations to the muscle-bound bouncers dressed in black.
Andrei takes my hand. “Remember, play your part, Vera.”
“Of course,” I reply, forcing a weak smile.
His dark eyes flash with approval as he gets out of the car first.
I wait for him to come around to my side and open the door.
“Out,” he barks, in a detached tone.
I was expecting to hear the change in his voice, but somehow it hurts. I’ve let myself get carried away over this man. A man who owns me.
I’d heard women get attached to the men that take their virginity, but this is deep and clawing. If he doesn’t feel it too, it will hurt like hell, but I’m used to pain and sadness at this point.
Rejection is the least of my worries. First, I need to focus on killing my uncle. I haven’t spoken about it to Andrei, but I want to be the one to end his life. The need to avenge my parents, brother, and sister still very much alive inside of me.
Andrei passes the bouncer his entry ticket, and the bouncer gives me an odd look, which entices a deep growl from Andrei. The bouncer, who has to be six-feet-eight tall, pales, nodding for us to go inside.
Let the games begin.