by D STEP
Valeri stayed silent for a long moment. “I was considering having you killed,” he confessed with a thoughtful nod. “But after seeing you lying on that dirt pile…” he looked up at the ceiling. “I realized I didn’t want that.”
Sophie’s heart clenched as she comprehended his opposing statements that were both chilling and heartwarming. He’d thought about killing her, in cold blood, without regard for his brother’s wishes. Yet in saying what he didn’t want, intimated something he did. “What is it you want?”
His darkened gaze left the ceiling and fixed on her. “Something I shouldn’t.” He reached out and brushed her cheek with the back of his hand, then slipped two fingers under her chin to trace her jawline.
Her body suppressed a shiver. She lay bruised and broken from an ordeal she shouldn’t have survived, yet felt aroused by his simple touch. She wavered between fear and desire. He’d admitted to being a killer, but unlike Yuri, she knew a soft side lurked within him. Valeri’s fingertips continued to travel across her décolleté and then brush the nipple of her left breast through the sheer nightgown she wore.
“I should let you rest,” he said, retracting his hand.
The loss of his touch felt like a knife withdrawn from a wound. She caught his hand as he pulled away. “Will you come back later?” she whispered, more as a plea than a question. As he smiled, Sophie got the eerie feeling she was seeing the faces of two men at the same time.
Chapter Five
Valeri knew it was only a matter of time before Yuri came to collect his prize. His threat to do away with Sophie would eat at his brother like a maggot, eventually spurring him to action. He could picture Yuri roaring into St. Petersburg on his Harley, his motorcycle-riding horde behind him for effect. In some ways, he admired his brother’s freedom, his ability to choose personal gratification over responsibility with little or no remorse, but such philosophy was not Valeri’s nature.
He was a strategist, not a warrior. He would find a different way to retaliate for the attack on Goragavan, but keeping Sophie alive and in his care presented a dilemma. If he didn’t lose her in the ‘negotiations’ with the Minister, he would have to hand her over to Yuri. He found both options distasteful. He idly wondered who the Pakhan might choose for a new councilor, if any. Their father might die before making such decisions, and if so, he and his brother would have to find common ground or be trapped in an endless struggle for control of the organization.
Valeri needed control. It was rather a fetish with him, though not many knew it beyond his role as the Kassir. His Tissot watch read 7:15 p.m. Recalling an invitation to “come back later,” he decided it was late enough. He changed from his tailored suit to a pair of jeans and a baby blue crew-neck sweatshirt before paying a visit to the suite one floor below.
Swiping his fob in the electronic lock, he entered Sophie’s suite. He found her sitting up in bed, the wall mounted TV angled to accommodate her view. “Hello,” he said. “Feeling better?”
She turned to look at him, and those brown eyes that had openly spoken their desire for him earlier, sparked with a new curiosity. “A little,” she said, pulling the lapels of a plush pink robe tighter around her chest and looking him up and down. “Who are you, and what have you done with Valeri?” she quipped, gesturing to his clothing.
He spread his arms and glanced down at his shirt and jeans. “I gave him the night off,” he replied. “I’m his alter-ego. You like?”
She grinned and nodded. “He seems less uptight. I could get used to him, I think.”
“Uptight?” He threw her a look of feigned indignance. “Well, good thing he’s not here, then.” He walked nearer to the bed, locking eyes with her as she followed his advance. “Nor is his brother. Does that bother you?”
She hesitated but did not look away. “Does it bother you?” she asked.
He stood only a foot away from her now, and appreciated the tight line of her cleavage as her breasts pressed together in the confines of her robe. “No. In fact, I prefer it. I don’t think he would like what may happen next.”
Her plump lips parted slightly, and he sensed her breathing heighten. “What could happen that is any worse than I’ve already been through? Unless you still plan to kill me.”
He smirked and shook his head. He reached out and tugged the lapels of her robe apart. She wore nothing underneath. She inhaled sharply but made no move to cover up again. The tiny brown berries of her nipples stood at attention and his mouth watered in response. “Take this off. Let me see your injuries.”
She undid the waist tie and unfolded the rest of the garment away from her body. He drew in a breath as he saw the unpleasant bruising around her ribcage. The noticeable ridges of bone suggested how the stress of her ordeal had affected her. His eyes traced a path downward, lingering over the dark triangle of her pussy then moving on to the gentle curve of her thighs, her calves, coming to a stop at the foam brace surrounding her ankle.
She reminded him of an injured bird that had fallen from its nest. For possibly the first time in his life Valeri felt regret, and anger at the brotherhood for indirectly causing such harm to someone so innocent. In that moment, his promise of protection went beyond business. Now it became personal. “I’m sorry,” he said, and stepped back from the bed.
“For what?” she asked, her eyes welling with tears. “For not finishing what you started?” She covered herself with her robe again. “Why have you come here, then? You said you wanted something you shouldn’t. What did you mean, if not me?”
Valeri moved forward again and grabbed the loose tie of her robe, pulling it from the loops and out from underneath her body. He grabbed her wrists and forced her arms above her head, the robe falling open to reveal her naked form again.
He leaned in close, his lips hovering over hers. They looked each other in the eyes. “I don’t want my brother to have you,” he whispered hoarsely.
“He’s already had me,” she taunted. “You’re too late.”
A growl built in his throat and his cock swelled in his jeans. Damn Yuri. “Not like this,” he murmured roughly, proceeding to tie her wrists together with the strip of fabric in his hand. Sophie gasped and her beautiful brown eyes widened in the beginnings of fear. Valeri’s lips curled back in a wolfish grin. “Not like this,” he repeated, then covered her mouth with his own, thrusting his tongue inside.
She accepted him eagerly, her tongue meshing with his. He held her bound wrists above her head with one hand, while the other roved over her sweetly rounded breast. A moan emanated from her throat as he cupped the soft, yielding orb, kneading and fondling its supple texture.
He broke the invasive kiss to take her tit in his mouth, licking and sucking until her nipple swelled to bursting, then bit down on it. She squealed in response, whether in pain or pleasure was up to her. He switched to her other breast and did the same.
“That hurts,” she cried.
He released her nipple and licked the sting away. “Are you certain?” he murmured. “Pain and pleasure are two sides of a coin. Sometimes they are interchangeable.” She whimpered like a puppy. He let go of her wrists and straightened. He removed his shirt and unzipped his jeans, his stiffened cock grateful for the release. He hadn’t bothered with underwear.
He dropped the jeans to the floor and stood naked next to the bed, leaning over her. “I think you will find pain and pleasure difficult to separate once you experience them together.” He scooped her slim body into his arms. She gave a groan as he moved her to the center of the bed, then positioned himself overtop, caging her body with his own. Again he pushed her arms above her head, her wrists still tied together. “Tell me which one you feel,” he said, as he nuzzled her throat.
He chose a spot on her neck and began to suck, nipping the skin between his teeth between pulls. She would have his mark on her, not unlike the bruises on her torso. She uttered a breathy grunt with each bite but did not ask him to stop. When he’d left a raw, red patch of broken blood vesse
“Pain or pleasure?” he asked softly.
Her breath came in short gusts. “Both,” she gasped, her bound hands still stretched above her head.
Valeri smiled, knowing the whole trick was to alternate pain followed by pleasure, until the two became indistinguishable. She seemed a willing subject, and her pain/pleasure journey was only beginning. He cupped one breast in his left hand, feeling the weight of it in his palm. She looked up at him, her eyes wide and wet with need. Then his right hand came down in a sharp slap.
He felt the flesh of her tit shudder and vibrate with the impact, and Sophie squealed in shock. Valeri switched to her other breast and did the same thing. Her head snapped forward and her arms jerked down in an attempt to shield her chest, her mouth open in a silent scream.
“Now for the pleasure,” he grinned, raising up to free her legs. Settling between them, he placed his palms under her feet so as not to put pressure on her sprained ankle, and pushed upward. He bent her knees up and apart, exposing her warm, wet pussy. Her scent made him salivate, and the sound of her panting breaths excited him further.
Propping her legs on either side of him he used his thumbs to part the wet folds of her labia and the moist curls of her pubic hair. Her reddening clit seemed to quiver in anticipation as he brought his face to the sweet treasure between her legs. His tongue lapped at her waiting nub of flesh. Sophie’s hips squirmed and bucked. He placed his hands on her inner thighs and pushed her knees wide apart to clear the way for him.
He teased her clit again, nudging it from side to side, up and down. “Please,” he heard her beg. “Please make me come.”
Valeri loved this part of his game…hearing the begging, the pleading. He held the ultimate in control in these moments; the pleasure of climax so much more exaggerated when preceded by pain. Since she was clearly a beginner, he decided to oblige her more quickly than most. He dragged his tongue the full length of her channel, licking the soft tissues slowly and firmly like a cat grooming its paws. She moaned in exasperation, her lower body twisting against his hold.
Then he tapped the tip of his tongue against her clit in rapid succession before taking the swollen nub between his lips and sucking hard. She screamed as orgasm overtook her, her wet juices flowing over his upper lip and jaw. “Valeri,” she cried out as her body rocked within the waves of pleasure He burrowed his face into the slippery heaven between her legs, applying final pressure to bring her spasms to a satisfying close.
As her body quieted, it was his turn to take his pleasure. As much as he liked oral, he tore himself away from her pretty crotch and moved up to straddle her chest, taking care not to place weight on her ribs. His cock bobbed above her breasts. He spread the leaking pre-cum over its tip with his fingers, but needed more lubrication for what was next. He spit into his palm and swathed it into the cleft of her luscious tits.
Sophie squawked in surprise, but he silenced her with a sloppy kiss, sharing her own cream and juices with her. “Taste yourself,” he whispered, pulling away. Her tongue snaked across her lips in an experimental taste, and the vision drove his arousal higher. He cupped her breasts and squeezed them together until they resembled two oranges side by side. They were just the right size he thought, and he slid his cock between them, his slick coating of saliva allowing it to slide smoothly in and out.
He pumped faster, the head of his cock appearing and disappearing out the top of her cleavage. She gave a breathy moan with each thrust, growing louder each time. The small bed shook and squeaked. He was near the edge now, ready to blow his load any second. He closed his eyes and focused on the sensation of her skin against his as he stroked harder, felt his balls tighten, and let everything go.
“Chertov Khristos,” he roared, his fluid cascading out over the mounds of her tits, flooding the crease of her neck and onto the pillow. He heard nothing else, felt nothing else as the rush of ecstasy consumed him. Then Sophie screamed.
Her bound hands flew to her mouth, her eyes looking past him in terror.
“You always want what’s mine, don’t you brother?”
Valeri didn’t need to turn around to know the identity of the intruder, but when he did, the spectre of pure hatred that glared back surprised him, as did the knife in the intruder’s hand.
“Put that away, Yuri,” he said calmly.
“Get off her, you sick fuck. She’s mine.” Yuri stepped closer to the bed, brandishing his blade. “Get off her or I slice your traitorous guts out.”
“She’s a human being, Yuri. She has rights.”
“Shut the fuck up,” Yuri’s voice escalated, his eyes wild with fury. “Rights! You’ve no fucking rights to what’s mine, asshole. Should have known better than to trust you.”
Valeri smiled in spite of his compromising position in front of his larger sibling. He’d always known how to manipulate him, get the better of him. “Trust? Did you trust her to be faithful to you? Trust has to be earned, brother. Why don’t you let her choose?” He moved aside to let Sophie see both of them face to face. “Who do you prefer, Sophie?”
Sophie huddled on the bed looking wide-eyed between them, twisting her hands in a futile attempt to free them. “Don’t make me do this,” she sobbed. “Please.”
Yuri’s eyes narrowed. “Let me make it easy for you, Lara,” he said, then lunged for Valeri, his knife slicing through the air.
“Valeri!” she screamed. “I choose Valeri!” Valeri blocked his brother’s attack and pushed him off.
Yuri stumbled back, his expression stunned. The whites of his eyes showed as they ticked back and forth between Sophie and his brother. Finally, he lowered his blade and stepped away. His voice trembled in a menacing tone. “This isn’t over.”
- End of Book Two-
RUSSIAN MAFIA ROMANCE NOVEL
CAPTIVE FORCED INTO WIFE 3
(A Rough Erotic Bad Boy Story)
Lucy Blake
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Table of Content
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter One
Valeri Kovalenko groaned as he thrust one final time, shuddering with the force of his ejaculation, spilling his seed inside the willing body of his partner, her face strained in an expression of both pain and rapture. Sweat covered their skin and the scent of raw sex permeated Valeri’s luxurious bedroom suite. The sound of their ragged breathing filled the still air.
He looked down as he lay between her legs, noting with satisfaction the multiple contusions around her neck from his powerful, sucking love-bites and assorted collars he’d applied. Her swollen nipples glowed red from his bites and slaps, yet she smiled between panting breaths.
“Valeri, my beast,” she murmured.
She had adopted the name Sophie Kovalenka since arriving in St. Petersburg a scant two months earlier, by order of himself and his careless brother who’d brought her here. No longer Sophie Brant, a diplomatic attaché from Vienna, but his bed partner and bride-to-be, unless his twin brother Yuri planned some reckless stunt to reclaim her.
Valeri smiled also, pleased with Sophie’s progress in their sex games, her enthusiastic acceptance of his need to control and inflict both pain and pleasure in equal doses in the bedroom. She was still a beginner, but he looked forward to introducing more varied and intricate methods and devices into their play.
His computer screen blinked to life on his desk across the room, indicating a Skype call. Speak of the devil. He’d not heard from his musclebound sibling since the night he’d caught Valeri tit-fucking Sophie in her room several weeks ago. He’d nearly taken a blade through the ribs for that, since Yuri had sent her to him for protection and had planned to marry her himself.
Valeri dismounted Sophie’s lovely but bruised body and pulled on a silk robe before answering the video call. She sipped vodka and sparkling water from a tall fluted glass on the nightstand. Yuri’s face, the spitting image of his own with the exception of a scruffy beard, coalesced to life on the screen. His caramel-colored hair flopped messily onto his forehead, shadowing his blue eyes that glared harshly from his already darkened, hollowed sockets.
“Am I disturbing you, brother?” Yuri asked sarcastically.
“Nyet,” Valeri answered. “But I have to leave soon; where have you been? Father is worried about you. So typical of you to disappear, only thinking of yourself.”
Yuri shook his head. “Spare me your kind concern,” he mocked. “I’ve been in Kiev finding more girls. The Prague brothels are screaming for supply and I’ll be damned if I let any of our competitors fill the void.”
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