M I L A N A
He 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 fiancé. 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.