Sold to the Biker: A Dark MC Romance

by Bella Rose

  “Our leader has made his choice about the succession of our ranks!” Antonin called out in Russian. “I am to be your new Pekhan! I will lead the Romanovs into this new era of prosperity and success for all! What say you, comrades? Will you follow me?”

  There was a rousing shout mingled with several exclamations of surprise. I could hear a few dissenters whispering that if Boris hadn’t said it himself, then it wasn’t true. I folded my hands over my middle and waited to see what would happen. Antonin had been headstrong all his life. Now his stubborn, impatient nature had led him to do something that would have far-reaching consequences.

  “They don’t sound convinced,” I commented. I waited a few moments to see what he would say, but he was too busy shouting at the soldiers in his personal guard to silence those who opposed him.

  I sighed. It had begun.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Anya

  I think I knew that he would come. It was late. The clock on the mantel read nearly midnight before I heard his motorcycle in the driveway. The barrage of conflicting emotions was instant and devastating. I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t know how to reconcile all the pieces of my soul. I wanted him here. I didn’t want him here. I wanted to feel the delicious release in submitting my body to him, but I didn’t want to give up my autonomy. I wanted to be brave. I wanted to cower. I was a mess, and the only thing it did was to leave me angry and disillusioned.

  Or maybe disillusioned is the wrong word. I had been so wary about him from the start. Why hadn’t I listened to my instincts? I knew better! I had grown up in a mafiya family for goodness’ sake. I knew what kind of monsters lurked on the streets. My father had most of them on his payroll.

  There was a knock at the door. I didn’t answer it. Why bother. The man would let himself in anyway. Or maybe he wouldn’t, and then I could stop feeling this horrible duality.

  Yes. There was the sound of the lock clicking. Then the creak as the front door swung open. I heard boots on the floor, and then he was standing right in front of me. Why did he have to look so good? There was still an almost supernatural look to him. His face was so chiseled and handsome. His dark eyes were unfathomable, and his body was incredible.

  In his black jeans, thick boots, and a black T-shirt, he seemed like the villain from a pop culture film. His aura was dark. Something about him made my mind scream danger even as my body began to soften and ache for his touch. I had never had a penchant for bad boys before now. But it was pretty safe to say that I could not resist him in this moment.

  “You didn’t answer the door,” he said quietly.

  “Did it matter?”

  “Of course it matters. When I knock on the door, I expect you to answer it. That way I don’t have to break and enter.”

  I snorted. What an ego. “And if I don’t want you inside my house because you’re a liar who was only hired by my father to keep an eye on me?”

  “It wasn’t quite like that.”

  “No,” I agreed. “You’re right. Apparently my father would be pissed off if he knew that you had slept with me. Go figure. I guess he’d better not task Casanova with bodyguard duty next time.”

  “It’s not like that, Anya, and you know it.” There was a rough edge to his voice. Why couldn’t I be mad at him? I could manage it when he wasn’t around. So why couldn’t I make it last when he was sitting right in front of me?

  I couldn’t look at him. If I did he would see that I was hopelessly infatuated with him. I hadn’t allowed myself to truly sit and think about the last time we—well, the last time we fucked. The man had taken me like an animal outside and up against a porch railing. I should have been horrified, but I wasn’t. I had loved every single second. He had wrapped his hand around my neck and squeezed, and it had turned me on until I was dripping wet and ready to come for him.

  What was wrong with me? That’s what I wanted to know.

  Vasily squatted down in front of my couch so that he was nearly eye level. “What’s wrong, sweet girl?”

  That’s what he called me. During sex that was what he called me—his sweet girl. Why? What was sweet about what we were doing? It was dirty and probably wrong. I felt bad about it whenever he wasn’t around. If I had been a regular churchgoer, I’m pretty sure our orthodox priest would have fainted dead away had I described these incidents to him.

  “Guilt,” I whispered. “That’s what I feel.”

  “What?” His brow furrowed. I’d confused him. No wonder. I confused myself.

  I tried again. “Guilt is what I feel about the—the things we do.”

  “Sex?” He inhaled deeply and then exhaled long and slow. “You’re telling me that you feel guilty because we have sex?”

  “No.” I made a face. Why didn’t he get it? “Because of the way we have sex.”

  “Ah.”

  Oh, that smug look! It was like he was laughing at me or something. I hated the way that made me feel. Like some naive schoolgirl who couldn’t come to grips with the fact that the birds and the bees was a euphemism for something down and dirty that humans did because they were slaves to their damn hormones.

  “Don’t look at me like that,” I said, the fervency in my voice shocking even me. “Don’t you dare judge me.”

  Now he looked careful. “I’m not judging you.”

  “Yes you are. I can see it on your face.” And I sure as hell wasn’t letting him get away with weaseling out of it either.

  “It’s not judgment.” His voice was gentle. “I’m just trying to figure out a way to help you see that you don’t have to be confined by everyone else’s definition of what makes sex right or wrong.”

  I had to pause a second to let that one sink in. “Oh.”

  “Just because one person likes to be spanked and another doesn’t, does not make the act itself inherently right or wrong.” Something about him was so very—wise. “There are people out there that believe the only correct and proper reason to have sex is for the purpose of procreation. Do you think they’re right?”

  “No,” I muttered. God save me from the thought! “I mean, not that I don’t want kids someday, you know? But I think I’d like to have sex even when I’m not trying to get pregnant.” I sort of trailed off as my mind filled with these weird images of Vasily bouncing a baby on his knee. I looked at him, feeling as though I were seeing him anew. “Do you want kids?”

  “Yes.”

  Not one bit of hesitation. How weird. Would he keep spanking me even when I was a mother? It took me a few seconds to realize that I had said that out loud. He was laughing. His dark eyes danced, and he looked so incredibly handsome that my stomach did a little flip-flop.

  “I would do whatever you want me to do, sweet girl,” he murmured. “That is the point, don’t you think? I want to make you feel good. And I want to enjoy myself as well. The fact that the two of us enjoy some things that other people might call over-the-top doesn’t matter.”

  He reached out and cupped my face. His hands felt so good. My eyes slid shut, and I waited. He leaned forward and kissed my eyelids one by one. The light touch did things to my insides. I got shivery and tingly and so very excited that I could not even be sure of what was happening to my body. All I knew was that I wanted Vasily inside of me.

  Vasily

  “Strip for me,” I told her roughly. “I want you naked.”

  There was a moment when I was uncertain if she would obey. I ached to think that she was so conflicted about her erotic desires. They weren’t wrong. It didn’t work like that. In my mind there was no right or wrong when it came to the desires between a man and a woman. If both people were on board, then the sky was the limit.

  Then she got up from the couch and began taking off her snuggly pajama pants and her T-shirt. There was a bit of reluctance in her manner. I watched her. I saw the shirt go over her head and the way her gorgeous breasts bounced as they settled into place. Their shape was utter perfection. Each had a nipple that hardened while I watched. The pale
pink color was enticing as hell. And when I reached up to trace a tiny line around each areola, she gave a tiny whimper of need.

  Her belly was flat, her abdomen quivering as I let my fingers brush a path down the center of her body toward her mound. She had only a light dusting of hair. I gently twirled my index finger in the short thatch. I felt her vaginal lips flex and move as her inner muscles clenched.

  “Spread your legs,” I ordered.

  She did as I asked, and I stood up. This beautiful woman was standing here for my pleasure and for hers. I could think of one thing I wanted very badly.

  I lifted one of her hands and kissed her fingers. Then I placed it on top of her head. I took the other one and did the same. “Don’t move,” I told her. “I’m going to spank you. But we’re both going to like it.”

  “You—” She was panting. “—you like that?”

  “It turns me on.” I could not change how rough my voice was as I spoke those words. “It makes me hard just thinking about it.”

  I saw her throat move as she swallowed. Then she nodded. I groaned as I clenched my right hand and prepared myself mentally. Anya was new to this. I had to be gentle. This was no time to lose control and overdo things.

  I circled her body, enjoying the way she displayed herself for my pleasure. Her breasts were pert and high. Her legs were slightly spread and her back arched to make her butt perfectly prominent. I could not resist the round globes of her ass. I raised my hand and brought it down against her with a loud smack. The sound echoed around Anya’s living room.

  She flinched but did not cry out. That turned me on even more. I circled once more and spanked her again. My hand stung as it came into contact with the soft flesh of her butt. Unable to resist, I rubbed the mark I had made. I caressed her cheek until she made a soft sigh of satisfaction. Then I lifted my hand and smacked her again. I repeated this three more times until my cock was so hard I thought I might burst, and I could smell the creamy juices of Anya’s arousal seeping from her pussy.

  “Bend over,” I told her roughly. “Show me your cunt.”

  She did as she was told. I spread her cheeks and bared her pussy. All the blood rushing to her groin had made her pink folds plump and wet. She glistened in the light. I traced the shape of her, savoring each contour and gently caressing her until I could feel her tensing as though she was fighting back the urge to climax.

  “Do you need to come?”

  Her answer was immediate. “Yes.”

  I swatted her pussy. She cried out, but the pink flesh between her legs told me that it was both pleasure and pain that she was feeling. I swatted her again, and my hand came away soaking wet with her juices. I rubbed out the sting, letting my fingers barely brush her clit. She was panting now, and I knew she could not hold back any longer.

  I squatted behind her, my face very near her pussy. “Come for me. Right. Now.”

  As if she were perfectly attuned to my commands, Anya climaxed on cue. Her inner muscles spasmed and she whimpered and cried out as the undulating contractions of orgasm made her shiver and shake. I could see her struggling to remain standing, and I knew the struggle was only intensifying everything she felt. I leaned forward and blew a soft stream of air over her heated flesh. She screamed my name, and I felt the most incredible sensation of satisfaction I could have hoped to experience.

  “Vasily!”

  The sound of my name on her lips drove me wild. It was so tempting to pull out my cock and take her then and there. But I wanted a lot more than that. I wanted the whole experience. I wanted her to beg me for it. I would hear that plea on her lips before I fucked her or allowed her to climax again. I would show her that it was right for her to be mine. That was the only thing that mattered.

  So instead of giving in to the urge to fuck my woman, I swept her into my arms instead. I carried her into her bedroom and lay her gently on her bed. I peeled out of my clothing and slid between the sheets. As she shivered and shook with the last vestiges of her orgasm, I held her and stroked my hand down her back. As far as I was concerned, the night had only just begun.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Anya

  I could not think straight. Maybe I didn’t even want to. All I wanted was to lie there in the bed with Vasily’s arms wrapped around me and forget about the rest of the world. I did not want to think about whether or not my father was angry that Vasily and I were sleeping together. I didn’t even want to contemplate how or why he knew. I didn’t want to think about work or Vasily’s work, or what I suspected his role was within my father’s organization. I just wanted to bask in this amazing afterglow of sex and satisfaction.

  Of course, that would have been much easier had I not had a very thick, very hard erection pressing into my bottom. I wiggled. Vasily’s cock wiggled back. That made me giggle. Then I felt him press his lips to the sensitive skin at the base of my neck where it met my shoulder. He bit me then. The move set off a very strange and very pleasurable sensation. I liked the biting. It surprised me, but I really did.

  “Is that good?” he asked softly right before he bit me again. “You seem to like it.”

  He pushed me onto my belly and began biting a trail over my shoulders and down my spine. The rampant riot of chills that sent careening through my body was amazing. I squirmed and panted and whined as arousal made me almost crazy with lust. Why wouldn’t he just fuck me? I wanted it. He knew that I did. My pussy was so wet at this moment that he was going to slide inside and find almost no resistance.

  “Please,” I whimpered.

  He bit my earlobe. I could feel the length of his body slide deliciously against mine. “Please what?”

  “I need you.”

  “What do you need?”

  He was going to make me say it. Even right then, naked, with his teeth in my flesh, I felt my cheeks blush red-hot at the words on my lips. “Please fuck me. Put your cock inside me. Make me come. Please?”

  “Beautiful.” His laugh was dark with erotic intent. “But first you’re going to put my cock in your mouth. I want to see those lips wrapped around my shaft.”

  That startled me. I wasn’t big on blowjobs. But he had me flipped onto my back in only a few seconds flat. I gave a little squeak of surprise, and then he was straddling me. His thighs were on either side of my neck, and I watched him squeeze the shaft of his cock in his hand as he gently brushed the head over my lips.

  It was so soft! I could not resist opening my mouth and letting my tongue caress him. The sounds of pleasure and approval he made gave me courage. He coaxed himself inside my mouth, and I sucked gently. He never forced too much inside me, and he never pushed too hard. I sucked and licked, letting my tongue slide all over his shaft and even his balls. The tight flesh fascinated me. I sucked gently, pulling one of his testicles into my mouth and feeling how much he liked the attention. There was a certain amount of power involved in such a thing.

  “No hands,” he ordered just as I thought to lift mine.

  I made a sound of displeasure, but he only laughed. Then he began pumping his cock as I sucked on the end. The sight was incredible. I had never seen a man masturbate before. The way his shaft would disappear into his hand and then reappear as he slid between my lips was truly a marvelous sight. He was so aroused. I could see how badly he wanted and needed to come and yet he did not.

  “I need you,” he finally growled. “I need to be inside that hot pussy of yours. Spread your legs, Anya. I’m going to take you.”

  “Please,” I begged now. I needed him so badly I could hardly stand it. “Take me. I’m yours.”

  I hardly knew what I was saying, and yet those words had a profound effect on my lover. His expression grew almost tender. He nudged his way between my thighs and oh so carefully penetrated my pussy. The long, slow slide of his cock into my core was almost too much to wait for. I needed him so badly.

  Finally he was fully embedded in my body. I wrapped my legs around his waist and arched my back. The friction created by this
position was almost too perfect. I undulated against him. I could not stop myself. I ground my pussy on his cock until I felt that hot point of contact that told me I was going to climax soon.

  “I need to come,” I told him, my voice breaking over the words. “Please let me. Please?”

  So very gently, he brushed my hair back from my face. He lowered his lips to mine. Then he kissed me so tenderly that I thought my heart might burst. “Come,” he whispered against my mouth. “Take what you need.”

  It was as if I needed those words to unlock my pleasure. My body convulsed hard, and I climaxed in a rush of warm fluids and broken cries of desire. It felt so good! I was flying, my whole body coming as I was shaken again and again and again. It felt as though my soul was fracturing and flying free. Every inhibition was gone. Right and wrong no longer mattered. And the only thing left was this man who had given me everything I needed and wanted all before I knew what it was to ask for.

  “Thank you,” I told him. I think I said it over and over again. “Thank you.”

  He did not say anything. He was too busy wrapping his arms around me and thrusting hard as he poured his seed into my body. I was his and he was mine. Nothing else mattered.

  Vasily

  I held Anya close and tried to ignore the beeping that told me I had an incoming text on my phone. The damn thing was in my pants pocket. I didn’t have to look to know what it was about. Boris was very likely freaking out that Antonin had made an announcement about the succession. Not only had that announcement gotten a lukewarm reception, it had probably caused a rift within the ranks of the other Avtoritet. They would want to know why Boris was favoring Antonin over the others, some of who had more years of service than Antonin and ultimately carried far more responsibility within the Bratva.

  Anya was snuggled into my side with her cheek nestled into my shoulder. I felt her sigh. “You’re somewhere far away. Why?”