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  I grab it and my toiletry case from my bag, dashing for the bathroom. There’s no way in hell I’m getting dressed in front of him. He may be confident enough to strip in front of me, but I most certainly am not confident enough. I’m sure I hear him chuckle as I shut the door.

  Am I just a joke to him?

  A lump forms in my throat, as I’m pathetic to think he’d ever be interested in me. A virgin who has never done anything but fantasize about her father’s best friend. The man lying in bed on the other side of this door half-naked.

  I walk toward the sink and run the water, splashing it over my face. It’s crazy how long I’ve waited for an opportunity to be alone with him, and now it’s here, I’m hiding in the bathroom. I pull my toothbrush out of my toiletry bag and brush my teeth, thankful to be able to freshen up.

  Quickly, I undress from my shirt and jeans and get into my slip. I hesitate with my hand on the doorknob for a moment, before opening it and stepping back into the bedroom.

  Miron meets my gaze the moment I step out, and my heart almost stops beating as his eyes drag down my body. Heat pulses through me at his attention, and I move as fast as I can to the other side of the bed. A flood of relief washing over me the moment I’m under the covers.

  “Sleep,” Miron says, his commanding voice sending a shiver up my spine. “We can’t stay for much longer than a few hours.” He turns over to face me, but I can’t bring myself to look at him.

  I stare at the ceiling, trying to get my mind off of the man I’ve spent years fantasizing about lying within arms reach. “Miron, can I ask you a question?”

  He shifts closer. “Of course.”

  I flick my tongue over my bottom lip. “Why did you risk everything to save me?”

  “Look at me, Sofia,” he says.

  I glance over at him, and his proximity sends my blood pressure soaring. The pound of my heart fills my ears. His beautiful hazel eyes look ethereal in the dim light of the guest room. A surprisingly clean and airy room, considering the appearance of the outside of this place.

  “I couldn’t have left you to the fate your father agreed to.”

  I notice that it doesn’t answer my question. He’s avoiding the answer. A spark of hope in my chest ignites at the thought that maybe he cares for me in the way I care for him. “That doesn’t answer the question,” I say, smiling at him.

  He smiles too, his eyes crinkling at the edges. I can feel my whole body trembling. “No, it doesn’t.” He pauses for a moment. “Go to sleep, Sofia.”

  I bite my bottom lip. “Why won’t you answer my question?” I ask.

  He growls and turns his back to me. “Drop it.”

  I set my hand on his back, and he tenses under my touch. “Please, Miron. I need to know why.” The feel of his warm skin and muscles under my hand sends a throbbing need through me.

  “Sofia, go to sleep.”

  I swallow hard and let my hand linger a moment longer on his strong, muscular back. This situation is like one of my dreams, other than the fact he doesn’t want me the way I want him. Pain crashes into my chest as I turn onto my back, feeling tears spring to my eyes.

  “Fuck,” Miron says.

  “What is it?” I ask.

  He turns over and grabs me suddenly, making me gasp. “I can’t stop myself.” His lips crash into mine with such harsh intensity, stealing all the air from my lungs.

  I feel his tongue pressing against my lips, demanding entrance. My heart soars as he gives me what I’ve dreamed of all these years. This moment is better than I could have imagined. I part my lips, allowing him to search my mouth. The desperation in his kiss makes me wonder if he’s wanted this for a while.

  I lean into him, grabbing his hard muscled shoulders in an attempt to ground myself. My body is blazing with heat as his hands slip onto my hips, drawing me closer to him. He’s the first man to touch me like this. The first man to kiss me like this.

  All these years I’ve been unable to focus my attention on any other man, even when I left to study abroad. Miron breaks away from my lips, leaving me wanting more. I moan as they return to my neck, kissing down to my collarbone. He bites me there. I gasp, the pain is shocking but pleasurable.

  He stops and glances at me. “Sorry, did I hurt you?”

  I shake my head. “Kind of, but I liked it…” I say, feeling my cheeks blaze hotter.

  He groans and tightens his grip on me, shifting, so his body is covering mine. His heavy weight pins me to the bed as he kisses me hard. Miron grips my hips with a possessive touch, sending shock waves between my thighs.

  His hard cock pulses against me, and the longing he ignites deep inside of me is excruciating.

  Is this happening?

  Miron throws the covers off the bed and kisses a trail down the center of my body. All I can do is watch as he inches closer and closer to my center. I wonder if he realizes how inexperienced I am. Other than a pretty innocent kiss with a boy at high school, I’ve done nothing with a man before.

  His lips are now inches from the waistband of my panties, which are soaking wet. He teases a finger over the fabric, growling when he feels the wetness there. “You’re soaked for me, Sofia.”

  I whimper, unable to find the words to reply. Miron’s brilliant hazel eyes watch my reaction as he hooks a finger into the waistband of my panties.

  I’ve never been so exposed, so bare. A sudden worry passes over me that he won’t like what he sees.

  He breaks eye contact and looks down at the most intimate part of me. A deep groan rumbles from his chest, and he grabs his cock through his boxer briefs, tugging on it. The sight overwhelms me.

  “Fucking perfect.” His breath teases over my slick folds, making me shudder.

  I gasp as I feel his tongue flick out against my clit, sending the most intense pulse of pleasure through every nerve ending.

  “Sweet as honey,” he groans, still fisting his cock through his briefs.

  I wish he would take them off so I could see all of him. His eyes meet mine, and he notices me staring, a gorgeous smirk curling onto his lips. “Do you want to see it, Malishka?” he asks, calling me baby girl in Russian.

  Hearing him call me Malishka sends my whole body into meltdown. I nod my head, not trusting myself to speak. I’m not sure my mouth would work right now. He holds my gaze as he hooks his fingers into the waistband of his boxer briefs.

  I can feel my entire body shaking in anticipation. Miron drags them down his muscled hips, releasing his huge, rigid cock. My pussy clenches at the sight of his size. The thought of him being inside me both scares and excites me at the same time.

  Would he even fit?

  He fists himself from root to tip, before returning his mouth to my center. I moan deeply as he licks and sucks at my pussy. His teeth graze over my most sensitive area. My thighs quiver from the sensations he sends through every nerve in my body.

  Before I know what his intention is, he slides a finger inside of me. I groan, utterly overtaken by the wanton need for the man between my thighs. Deep down, I’d always believed my fantasies would never become a reality.

  I was a silly girl with a crush, and he was a mature, sexy man who could have any girl he wanted.

  “Oh my God,” I moan as he curls his finger inside of me, still licking and sucking at my clit. An inferno is building inside of me. I’ve orgasmed before on my own, but this feels different—far more intense. “Miron,” I mutter his name, drawing his fiery hazel eyes back to mine.

  “I want you to come for me, Sofia,” he growls.

  I bite my bottom lip, feeling infinitely exposed at the thought of coming with his tongue there. He slips a second finger inside of me, and everything comes crashing down. I quiver and jolt as the most explosive sensation I’ve ever felt rocks my body. “Miron,” I cry his name. I don’t know whether to laugh or cry. The number of emotions flooding me are too difficult to comprehend.

  He keeps licking and sucking at my clit, forcing me to endure more as waves of
ecstasy continue to crash through me. Tears of joy prickle at my eyes, as he begins to work his way back up my body.

  “Are you okay?” he asks, clearly noticing the emotion taking hold of me.

  I nod my head. I’m too overwhelmed to speak. Instead, I wrap my arms around his neck and pull his lips to mine. The hard length of his cock rests against my thigh as we kiss deeply. This is the best moment of my life, and I never want it to end.

  9

  Miron

  The need to claim her is overwhelming. She lies beneath me, panting and wet after I brought her to orgasm. Her pussy soaking and ready for my cock. It’s been torture not to restrain her and dominate the way I crave. Something tells me baby steps with Sofia are best. The last thing I want to do is scare her off.

  The tears I’d seen clouding her eyes after I made her climax are holding me back.

  Did I hurt her somehow?

  I kiss her softly, swirling my tongue around her mouth. The last thing I want is to hurt her.

  She moans, clawing at the back of my neck in needy desperation. Her full breasts rest against my chest. Our bodies pressed tightly together, and my cock pulsing against her soft skin.

  I can’t deny that this is all I’ve wanted for the past two years. She’s all I’ve wanted. At the same time, I was supposed to resist until we were safe. Even then, I’m not sure giving in to my feelings for her is the right thing to do.

  Sofia is at the start of her life. Now I’ve freed her from her father’s grasp, she can do anything and be anything she wants. She can move to Europe and pursue her dreams.

  Things are different for me. I may have cut ties with my brotherhood, but you are bratva for life. There’s no getting out of it.

  Once I claim her, there will be no going back. She’ll be mine forever. I won’t let her go. I’m too selfish for that. If I want something, then I take it. Simple. Nothing about my feelings for Sofia is simple, though. I’m torn between doing what’s best for her and doing what I want.

  Sofia breaks from our kiss, and her lips are swollen and plump. It makes my already hard cock harder. Her hand moves between our bodies, finding my length.

  I groan as she tugs at me, eyes full of uncertainty.

  “Tell me if I’m doing it wrong,” she says, biting her bottom lip.

  I tilt my head to the side, brow furrowing. “Why would you be doing it wrong?”

  Her cheeks stain an endearing pink, and she shakes her head. “Because I’ve never touched a man’s dick before.”

  My body tenses. My heart pounds. Is she saying what I think she is saying?

  “You’re a virgin?” I ask, feeling my balls ache at the thought.

  She bites her bottom lip and nods her head, letting go of my dick. “Yes.”

  “Fuck,” I say, rolling off of her and resting a hand against my forehead. Sofia being a virgin, makes this even more complicated. I want to be her first. The man to claim her forever, but she can’t want me. A man old enough to be her father.

  “You don’t want me because I’m inexperienced. Is that it?” she asks, eyes brimming with tears.

  I shake my head and pull her close, forcing her to rest her head on my chest. “No, Sofia. I’ve wanted you since you returned from Europe. I’m just surprised. Am I the first man to give you oral?” I ask, intrigued at how inexperienced she is.

  The dark pink tinge in her cheeks deepens. “Yes.”

  How the fuck has a twenty-year-old girl as gorgeous as Sofia stayed untouched this long? “That’s impossible.”

  Her brow furrows. “I assure you it is not,” she says, looking a little offended.

  “Sorry, it’s hard to believe a girl as beautiful as you is still a virgin at twenty years old.” It makes me even more desperate to be her one and only— the first and only man to ever to touch her. It also brings more conflict into my mind. I’m rough and harsh when I fuck, something no one should be with a virgin. I’m not sure I’d be able to control myself with her.

  She shrugs. “Guys have come on to me at college, but I’ve…” she trails off averting my gaze.

  “You’ve what?” I ask.

  She bites her bottom lip. “I’ve been saving myself for you, in the hope you’d...” She doesn’t finish her sentence.

  Fuck.

  The need inside of me grows, and I can feel my control slipping. This stunning woman is telling me she hasn’t fucked another man because of me. If I thought I was in trouble before, now I know there is nothing in the world that’s going to stop me from claiming her.

  I tilt her chin up toward me and kiss her lips softly. “We’ll talk more tomorrow. For now, sleep. We haven’t got long until we need to hit the road again.” It’s all I can do to stop the beast inside of me from rearing it’s ugly head and taking her here and now.

  A virgin can’t handle my rough ways. She’s far more innocent than I ever expected.

  She nods her head, setting her hand on my chest as I keep my arm around her. The precious treasure in my arms is more important to me than anything. I can feel her tightening her grip on my heart.

  All my life, I’ve resisted the pull of romance. My way of life isn’t suited to having a lover, but Sofia is worth braving the danger. It may be selfish. It may be dangerous. But, I always take what I want.

  The roar of a bike engine startles me awake. Sofia is still fast asleep with her head on my chest. I hear the engine getting closer, and it makes me tense.

  I shake Sofia gently, trying to wake her. “Sofia, I think we’ve stayed here too long.”

  Her eyes open and she gazes up at me sleepily. “Why?”

  “Listen,” I say, hearing the roar of the engine getting closer. It’s midnight, and we’ve stayed here far longer than I intended, but my exhaustion made it impossible to wake. I’d set the alarm, but I must have turned it off in my sleep.

  The panic in Sofia’s eyes is evident. “They’ve found us,” she whispers.

  I nod my head and get out of the bed. The lights of two motorcycles are visible, driving down the dirt track toward the house. “We’ve got to make a move now,” I say.

  Sofia dashes for the bathroom.

  I grab my shirt and pants, chucking them on quickly. I shoulder my bag as it’s light, but Sofia’s is too damn heavy. My gun is slung on top of my jacket, and I check the ammunition. It’s fully loaded. Ideally, I won’t have to engage in a gunfight, but life is rarely that easy.

  Sofia comes back into the room dressed. She stuffs her toiletry bag and slip back into her case, trying to do it up.

  I walk toward her and set a hand on her shoulder. “You may have to leave your stuff.”

  Her eyes widen, and she stares longingly back at her possessions. “All of it?”

  I sigh heavily, helping her shut the bag and grab it. “Come on.” I don’t want to disappoint her, even if it might hinder our escape. I pass her my bag and she takes it.

  “Thank you,” she says, looking relieved that I didn’t force her to leave it all.

  The ring of the doorbell has both of us freezing at the bedroom door.

  “Oh, goodness. Who could this be at this time of night?” I hear the old lady say, her bedroom door opening.

  I’m quick to open ours and step in her way. “I wouldn’t open the door if I were you. Let me go.”

  Her eyes narrow. “Why on earth would I do that? It may be a paying customer.”

  I shake my head and pull a wedge of cash out. “For your safety, stay locked in your room. There’s sixty dollars, so you don’t have to worry about the lost custom.”

  She stares at me for a moment, before grabbing the cash and nodding her head.

  A bang sounds at the front door, making her jump. She dashes back into her room, and I nod to Sofia to head downstairs. Sofia walks down first, her footsteps hesitant. We’ve not got much choice other than to sneak out the back of the house. We’ve brought unprecedented danger into an unsuspecting old lady’s life.

  I grab Sofia’s wrist and pull her toward the
back of the house, searching for an exit. The bangs on the door get more frantic, and I hear a guy shout, “Open up, or we’ll break the door down.”

  If the lady has any sense, she’ll be calling the cops.

  Sofia is shaking as she moves down the hallway to the back door. I stop her and walk in front, turning the key as carefully as possible. Silence is vital if we’re going to have even a remote chance of escaping these guys.

  I push the door open slowly. My heart is pounding hard and fast — adrenaline spiking through my veins, as I’m ready to kill. Sofia hasn’t seen the brutal side to me before, and I hope she doesn’t have to now.

  We step outside and shut the back door. I keep Sofia behind me, blocking her with my body. The last thing I want is for her to get caught in the cross-fire.

  A loud bash echoes around the house, and I realize they’ve broken the door down. If we’re lucky, we may be able to sneak to the car without them seeing us. I grab Sofia’s arm and lead her around the side of the house, careful with my footsteps on the gravel.

  Sofia’s so light footed that I don’t need to warn her to go careful. I curse myself for not parking closer to the door, considering the parking lot is empty.

  We creep through the shadows as the men smash up the old lady’s home. The distant sound of sirens has my footsteps speeding up. She has called the cops, which means we need to get the fuck out of here before they arrive.

  I unlock the car, and we both get in wordlessly. The tension is palpable as I slot the key into the ignition. I turn over the engine and force the car into reverse before shifting into drive and speeding out of the driveway.

  I see Luka’s men run out of the house, rushing toward their bikes. We barely have a head start on them, and their bikes can easily outrun the car.

  I push my foot to the ground, accelerating as fast as the Cadillac will allow. The far off sirens are gradually getting closer. We won’t get away with speeding past the police on this road, especially not with the bikes chasing us.