I gave one last look at her in my bed, the quirk of a smile catching at the edge of my mouth at the welcome sight and then I slipped into the attached bathroom. I turned on the shower and undressed before slipping under the hot water. Blood and sweat sloughed from my body, trailing down between my toes to finally wash away.
But the haunting look in Marisha’s eyes would not be so easily shed. The years of horror at Ivan’s hands could not be rinsed away with tap water and soap. The thought sobered me, the need to continue saving her blooming inside my body like a wild garden. I was a man lost in love. When Nikolai found out, he’d give me hell.
I focused back on the water, its temperature so hot that it scorched through me.
My bathroom was dressed in dark marble and gray slate, the large shower head fixed into the center of the ceiling, and I stood under it now; eyes closed and face tipped towards the stream, shoulders aching, knuckles broken, bruising cascading down my ribs, and I smiled. I needed to focus, to be in complete control before the meeting with my father, but she was in my bed with her red curls and pale beauty.
Ivan was gone and Marisha was finally mine. We would have a future together after all.
I didn’t need to wait for my father to retire, I already felt like the Bratva king.
Silky soft hands slid around my waist and I looked down and opened my eyes as a naked Marisha snaked around the front of my body, her hands tenderly touching each bruise. She dropped slowly to her knees, the water cascading down her naked body, flattening her red hair as she stared up at me. Her lashes grew dark as the water soaked into them, trailing down her pale features and dripping over her full pink mouth.
For a split second, all I could see were the bruises across her body, fresh anger entering my bloodstream, but then she gave me a soft, knowing look. Her eyes full of pure desire, unbridled need. The rage melted away.
The threat of Ivan was gone.
And I needed the feel of her, just as she so obviously needed the feel of me too.
I hardened as she moved her face to my body, her hot breath drawing close to my cock, but she moved her lips away from it, instead pressing a kiss to a bruise on the top of my thigh. A rumble left my throat as she pressed a hand to my hard stomach, her mouth and fingertips teasing along my ridges of muscles until it found another bruise and she placed a soft kiss against it.
My hands dropped to her head, to smooth the wet hair back from her face and a sigh left my lips as she kneeled up higher, placing her soft lips against a large purple bruise on my ribs. I watched her move around my body, hands and lips tentatively touching against cuts and bruises, stroking against these insignificant marks like she could kiss each of them away. She started low on my body, working from front to back and then to my front again, making sure not to miss a single injury from her tender assault.
Finally, she was standing in front of me, naked and soaked through. Her eyes staring into mine intently as the shower water continued to pound down on the both of us. My hands reached out to wrap around her, pulling her slender body up against mine, before pressing my lips to hers.
We kissed for what felt like hours, tongues entwined, hands roaming over one another, free to take as long as we liked now. No worry that we would be caught. No hurried touches because we could be seen at any moment. No, we were slow in our exploration, navigating each other's bodies, seeking out the parts that made us gasp, the parts that made us cry out, and the parts that almost brought us both to our knees.
I scooped her up in one swift movement, and her legs automatically wrapped around me, hungry to be closer than touches and kisses could ever be. My hands cupped her ass, before seeking out my hard cock to push up inside of her waiting body. She slid onto it with ease, the water and her body's own eagerness for me making the feat one without struggle.
Marisha gasped into my mouth as I filled her, stretching her body wide as my cock sought to find the spot that would make her cum for me. I walked us towards the tile wall, pressing her against it as I rocked my hips back and forth, sliding in and out of her warmth, the splash of water on my back, trailing between us.
Her gaze was hooded as she stared up at me, open-mouthed, hands gripping tightly to my shoulders as I rocked into her over and over. Her nipples were hard, her body clinging to me as we fucked like never before. Taking our time, seeking out each other’s pleasure, until finally I came in long hot spurts, dousing her insides as she tightened around me and mercifully called out my name.
I gently washed her under the soothing water, caressing soap across her pale damaged skin, and then carried her to my bed. Laying her still-wet body down amongst the soft covers, I pushed her legs apart and nestled myself between them.
“Are you sure that you still want me,” she said as my fingers gently probed between her thighs. She gasped as I pushed two fingers inside her.
“What do you think?” I growled, my fingers strumming her insides and making her arch her back.
“I just worry,” she said on a sigh, “now that you can have me, maybe you won’t want me anymore. Maybe…” she called out as I removed my fingers and pushed my hard cock inside of her in one swift thrust.
“You worry too much, Marisha,” I groaned, leaning down to suck on her hard nipple.
Her hands buried themselves in my hair as I thrust into her slowly, taking my time with her body.
She writhed underneath me, seeking more friction. “But what if…”
“Marisha,” I growled, releasing her rosebud nipple with a pop. I looked up into her face, my hands gripping her hips to hold her still. “Stop worrying. You’re mine forever now, and no one is going to take you away from me.”
She smiled up at me, some of the fear finally leaving her eyes. “Okay,” she said on a gasp as I ground myself into her.
I held her hips firmly, sliding myself out of her body and then slamming myself back inside her warmth. Her back arched and she called my name out loudly again and I chuckled, having every intention of making her wildly scream my name repeatedly before the day was out.
*
My father was pacing his office, his features troubled as I gave him all the information I had on Ivan. Decatur stood in the corner; he’d given his information and was waiting to see what else might be required of him. I wasn’t concerned for him; he was more than safe. He’d shown his loyalty to us without question and he would be well rewarded for it.
My father finally stopped pacing, coming to stand beside the window and look out on the lush grounds that surrounded the house. He was silent, and I waited for him to say something, instead of pushing him towards a reply. He was a man of few words and pushing him would only lead to disaster.
Finally, he turned to look at Decatur. His appraising gaze sturdy as he moved to shake Decatur’s hand.
“Thank you for your loyalty,” he said without doubt.
“Always, Mr. Vasiliev,” Decatur returned. “Will there be anything else?”
My father’s smile grew wider. “Hard working too.” Decatur smiled back and my father patted him on the shoulder. “Take some time for yourself. Two weeks should be sufficient, I think.”
“Mr. Vasiliev?” Decatur asked with a frown.
“A holiday, Decatur,” he laughed, “you need a holiday.”
“Don’t we all,” Decatur laughed back. “But I’d rather be working, if that’s okay with you. There are still traitors in our midst.”
My father nodded, looking pleased by the response. “Well, we’ll all be leaving tonight. You can choose to come and keep watch over my family, or you can take the time for yourself. The choice is yours.”
Decatur shook my father’s hand. “I’ll see you tonight then.”
He turned and gave me a brief handshake before leaving my father and I alone to talk. My father finally turned to look at me, a frustrated look on his face. He perched on the edge of his desk, an action I’d never seen from him before.
“Ivan’s wife,” he began.
“Marisha,
” I corrected, and his mouth tightened infinitesimally.
“Marisha then,” he said, his voice harder and firmer. “How do you know she can be trusted? How do I know she can ever be trusted?”
And there it was; the truth of the matter. The facts he needed so desperately. My next words would either condemn or free Marisha, and I chose them carefully.
“Because, as I am not you, she is also not her parents.” I swallowed, watching the displeasure roll through his features. “Father, you have built your empire from the ground up. Through blood, sweat, and tears. You forged this life for us—this home, this security, through hard work and sacrifice.”
“I don’t understand where you’re going with this, Son,” he said, his forehead furrowing in confusion.
“You wish for me to take over, don’t you?”
He nodded, still frowning, and I forged ahead.
“Do you wish for me to continue on as things were, or continue to build upon your foundations? You know which way I seek to lead your kingdom, Father, and it’s in a different direction than the one you chose, and yet you still trust me.” I stood now and took a step towards him. “Marisha is much the same. She is no more her parents, than I am you.”
“But the core of you is still me, Alexander. My blood runs through your veins,” he replied calmly.
I smiled. “Yes, and I am proud of that very fact. But it still remains that I am not you and I do not seek to be you. I will run your empire as I see fit when I take over, and yet I will still be loyal to you, always. Marisha is not her parents, though their blood runs through her veins.”
Silence slipped between us as he thought about it, and once again he moved to the window to look outside. I walked to stand beside him, placing a hand on his shoulder and he turned to look at me.
“If those facts will not settle you, then how about this,” I started, “she loved her parents, but she loves me more.”
His dark eyes searched mine. “And you love her back,” he stated it as the fact it was, but I nodded to confirm it. He sighed heavily, like I’d just told him something disastrous.
“Father, had she not shot her own husband today, you might be grieving a son versus debating his choice of partner.” I pointed out.
He nodded and swallowed. “Well then, there is really no choice here is there?”
A smile quirked the corner of my mouth. “What do you mean?”
“Your mother would kill me if I came between you and a woman. You know there’s nothing she wants more than her children to be happily married and ready to give her grandchildren,” he chuckled and the tension in the room evaporated. He shook his head as he looked at me. “You couldn’t try to find someone else?”
I squeezed his shoulder and shrugged. “There is only her.”
He sighed again. “Very well, Alexander. You have my blessing.”
*
I left my father’s office, my hands shoved deep into my suit pockets, as I headed outside towards the back of the house. Marisha was sat with Katya and Nikolai beside the pool, their faces filled with worry as they talked amongst themselves. Marisha stood as soon as she saw me coming around the corner of the house and ran to me.
Her body slammed against mine, jarring my bruised ribs and I winced and then laughed as she hugged me.
“It’s okay,” I soothed as she looked up into my face, her eyes filled with unshed tears. “It’s going to be okay now.”
I leaned down and pressed a kiss to her mouth. We were lost in each other, our tongues entwined and my hands roaming down her back towards her ass.
“Can you two come up for air?” Katya’s voice intruded upon the moment and Marisha pulled away, her cheeks flushing red.
I placed a hand against Marisha’s cheek and smiled. “Ignore her, she’s just annoyed that our parents are going to be hounding her to find a husband now,” I laughed.
Katya scowled at me, but it was short-lived, and I sensed how happy she truly was for me.
“What am I going to do now?” Nikolai asked, his scowl heavy. “I have no wing man anymore. This is a disaster!” he winked at Marisha when she looked apologetic.
“You’ll have to settle down too,” Katya snarked. “If you can find anyone to put up with you that is.”
Nikolai looked at her, before reaching over and draping a heavy arm over her shoulders. “Trust me, it’s not so hard to find a woman that wants me.”
“One that you don’t have to pay for might be more difficult,” she bit back, and he feigned offense. Katya looked back at Marisha and smiled. “Welcome to the family. It’s fucked up, but we all love each other dearly.”
Marisha blushed. “Thank you so much.”
I tugged her back against my body, wanting her close to me, always. I looked down at her. “Are you hungry?”
“I am,” Nikolai interrupted, and Katya slapped his arm.
“He’s talking to her, idiot!” She rolled her eyes at him. “Come on, let’s leave the two love birds to it.”
“I love it when you get rough with me, Katya,” he smirked, and she shook her head and gripped his bicep before pulling him away.
Finally alone, I wrapped my arms back around Marisha and stared down into her eyes, cupping her face in my hands.
“I can’t believe that it’s finally over,” she said with disbelief.
I stroked my thumb across her bottom lip and smiled down at her. “It’s not over, Marisha,” I said before placing a kiss on her lips, “it’s just the beginning.”
The End
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Katya Vasiliev isn’t your typical Bratva Princess and she doesn’t need saving.
Headstrong. Rebellious. And with an insatiable sexual appetite. It has always been her brother carrying the weight of the future crown, but Katya still has her own cross to bear.
She’s expected to marry a rich, powerful man of her father's choosing.
A man that will strengthen their family name.
She is expected to be dutiful, to become a doting wife and mother.
But Katya has her own plans.
Watching her brother fight for love has given Katya hope that she too can marry who she wants. That her desires can win over her duties.
Now, if only she could convince her body not to want the man it wants.
A man she fights with constantly.
A man she loathes.
A Bratva soldier whose life revolves around murder, mayhem, and madness.
Katya wants anyone but him.
But she can’t deny the truth. Her body craves only one him, and he’s off-limits.
Yet that only makes her want him more...
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Twisted Princess is the second installment of Born to Darkness, The Bratva Mafia Twins Duet.
Disclosure: Born to Darkness is a HOT, no-holds-barred, mafia romance with flavors of suspense and DOMs that leave you wanting more. Graphic sex. Language. Violence. Illicit dealings. Not for the faint of heart.
Chapter One
Nikolai Markov
Who’d have guessed…
Alexander, notorious serial fucker of all women, was settling down.
I don’t know what I’d expected? That we’d go on being one another’s wingmen in perpetuity; that we’d hit clubs until we were forty, fifty even, snacking on strangers until sunrise when it was time to get back to Bratva business.
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nbsp; Of all the scenarios that had crossed my mind, Alex finding a partner by killing Ivan the Fucking Terrible and then stealing his wife… hadn’t even been a remote option. In my wildest fucking dreams, it took the damn cake.
And I knew what came next, now that the prodigal son was settling down. I’d be pushed to do the same, to mate and breed and keep the Bratva numbers strong. The only reason I’d been allowed freedom this long was because if Eduard Vasiliev couldn’t force his own son to change his ways, then he certainly couldn’t force his de-facto son into line. I respected Eduard, he’d helped raise me and treated me like blood, but the time of escaping my duties was over.
I stood against the wall, watching Eduard and Alexander speak in low-pitched voices to their highest-ranked soldiers. Only a few most loyal and trusted could know what was going on, because we didn’t know who the traitors were. Not yet. We only had a few locations, thanks to a tracker on Ivan’s cars, and a few voices on recorded phone calls, thanks to Decatur planting bugs. We needed more. Documents, computer files. Anything that physically tied Ivan to others. Alexander had said traitors were everywhere. It was time to clean motherfucking house.
We’d traced the numbers to burner phones. No luck.
And the buildings were all owned by shell companies.
But if we kept digging, we’d find the betraying bastards and send them to the only places they belonged.
Six feet under.
“Do you understand what must be done while we are away?” Alexander took a step in front of his father, commanding the attention and respect as the future Bratva King.
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