Redemption (The Volkov Mafia Series Book 4)

by Samantha Harrington

  The first time I saw her she was curled up on the couch watching a cheesy comedy on the TV. Her giggle was infectious. It brought a smile to my face. Even after everything that happened, this little flower made me smile. I quickly compose myself and turn to leave as quickly as I can. But that giggle will forever be imprinted in my mind, to call upon whenever I need to see her.

  I take the seat at the side of her and pour a cup of tea from the pot on the table. Faith must have been in before and made a pot, it’s the only way to explain it as Emma has coffee in her cup.

  “Hey, Alekzander,” she says in a sweet voice that instantly hits my cock, making it tight against my jeans.

  “Hi, Emma. Please, just call me Alek, everyone else does,” I say to her. My voice is more lust filled than I think it has ever been before. Shit, I’ve only said one damn sentence to this woman and already I have a vision of bending her over the table, wanting to fuck her hard and deep. I wonder if she is the sort of woman that could get down with my version of kink. It’s nothing too drastic, but it’s not for sweet little virgins either.

  “Ok, can I ask you something?” she says to me.

  I’m dreading what she will ask, not that I mind talking to her, but what if she doesn’t like what I say in response? I don’t want to upset her.

  “Do you really think of me how you sometimes look at me, like I’m disgusting?”

  As she finishes she quickly turns away from me. I don’t like that she can’t look me in the eyes when I answer her, but what do I say to that? Of course I don’t think she is disgusting. She had no choice in what she was made to do, what she was forced to do. She faces those demons daily. She doesn’t need me adding fuel to the fire that’s brewing deep inside of her. All I can do is be there when it erupts.

  “Why would you even say that, Emma? What you went through was out of your control. It’s me I’m disgusted with. What sort of man would I be if I chased you after everything you have been through? You need time to come to terms with it. You don’t need to be worrying over me and what I think about you. But for your information I think you’re the most beautiful woman in the world. You light up a room with your smile, you can bring hope to a dying man with your giggle,” I tell her honestly.

  “Then why do you keep your distance then? If I am that nice or lovely to be around, why don’t you want to be around me then? Everyone seems to make me feel welcome, everyone but you.”

  The hurt in her voice is evident. The sheen of moisture that appears at her eyes tells me that she is hurt by what she thinks is the reason that I didn’t want her. Who wouldn’t want her, even after what she has been through? You can’t let your past define who you’re going to be tomorrow.

  “You’re not the only one fighting demons at the moment, Emma. You only know the tip of the iceberg with me.” I don’t want to tell her everything just yet, it would only serve to wound her more than she already is.

  That’s not something I could ever do to her. If asked, I would go into battle to fight for her.

  “Maybe we should help each other out?” she asks, and again my cock pushes against the zip of my jeans, wanting to claim her.

  “How do you suppose two fuck-ups like us, with enough stories between us to ruin Jeremy Kyle, can help each other out?”

  “Can’t we just talk and see where it goes? I really do like you, Alek.”

  The way she says my name makes my heart skip a beat. What the fuck am I supposed to say to that? Yeah let’s talk, but after we do that we fuck? My brother would have my balls if I tried that.

  “Let’s just start by taking one day at a time, Emma. I don’t want to rush you or push you into something that you don’t want,” I tell her, hoping it’s enough to answer her questions.

  “But what if it’s what I really want?”

  Fuck, how the hell do you respond to that? The image that swims around in my head threatens to make a show of myself. I can’t help the way my body reacts to her. To want her is crazy, but I can’t seem to help myself.

  I peel her out of the black lace bra she is wearing, my hands gliding down over the curve of her breasts, the nipples peaking into hard points. I kiss the line down from her ear to her chest. My tongue darts out and licks around the bud, teasing and tormenting. I sit on the edge of the bed, bringing her to stand in between my legs. My eyes level with her tummy. I gently bring my lips down and place a kiss against it. Her back arches when I trace the line down from her hip bone with my tongue, caressing every inch of her skin before I get to the reward.

  My fingers slip into the waistband of her black thong and I gently pull them down from her hips, watching as they drop to the floor. The sight standing in front of me is fucking beautiful. Her silky skin is already wet, I can see it glistening against the paleness of her skin, calling for me to explore.

  My finger dips inside her wet folds, not wanting to wait another moment. I push another finger deep inside of her, curling them forward and rubbing against that little spot that drives her crazy. I thrust in a few more times before she comes all over my fingers, and that’s it. I’m done. I can’t hold off anymore. I need to be buried deep inside of her.

  I spin her around and she lowers herself onto me, the warm tightness of her pussy driving me insane. It’s taking all I have not to thrust all the way in. I let her continue to lower at her pace even though it’s fucking driving me crazy with need. My fingers find her nipples, twisting and pinching them until they harden with arousal. Her rhythm is fucking mind-blowing; the rise and fall as she rides me, the bounce of her tits between my hands. I bring my other hand between her open legs and find her clit. I start rubbing, knowing that she won’t last now that I’m helming her. Her legs stiffen at the side of me. Her back arches in pleasure as she continues to fuck me harder and faster, bringing my release ever closer. She tries to muffle the scream that leaves her throat, but fails. My lips kiss her neck as she rides me. I can feel the tingling in my balls, the swell of the tip as I come. Fuck … I sink my teeth into her neck and shoulder as my hips thrust upwards, giving her everything I’ve got.

  She is looking up at me with a funny look on her face. It’s then I realise that I’ve had this daydream just inches from her sexy-as-sin body. The evidence is clear if her eyes only roam lower to see it.

  Her smile, and the glazed look her eyes are now showing me, let me know she knew exactly what I was thinking about. Her again.

  “You know, I could help you with that little predicament,” she tells me. Her eyes light up and shine like the deepest blue of the morning ocean, pulling you in until you’re hooked, but not realising you’re drowning before it’s too late.

  “How do you suggest you do that, Emma?” I ask her, trying to keep my voice as normal as possible, but it’s difficult when you have a raging fucking hard on for the girl that’s sitting right in front of you, offering you everything you want on a fucking plate.

  “Well, this table seems sturdy enough to take us both.”

  Fuck me drunk, this girl has a wild side and I fucking love what I’m hearing, but there is no way I’m going to fuck her bent over my brother’s kitchen table. Even if it would be worth every fucking second. Oh, the thought of being buried to the hilt inside of her pussy.

  “Our first time is not going to be in my brother’s kitchen, Emma,” I scold her. Well I try to, but I can’t keep the desire from my voice.

  “What about if you take me to your room then? Or you can come to mine. I really need to feel like I’m worth something, not just a plaything for a man who wants me.” Her words hit me straight in my chest. Fuck, I almost forgot about everything she has been through, but what can I do? Should I take her or should I walk away? This could be what we both need to forget and make that fresh start.

  “Come with me!” is all I say as I hold out my hand for her, hoping she will take it.

  Watching her rise from the table and take the step towards my outstretched hand, her fingers finally wrap in mine, I feel that shock zap straight to
my balls. The little jolt almost makes it hard for me to mask the surprise that must be written across my face.

  I pull her behind me as I leave the kitchen and make my way upstairs to my room. She wants to help, then she is going to fucking help. She will leave my room destroyed for all men in the future.

  I open the door and show her into my room. It’s not shabby, it’s nicely decorated. After I became a permanent fixture, Faith had it all redecorated in greys and creams and got me a bigger bed. The shower room is by far the best for me, and that gives me another idea.

  I close the door behind me and slam her up against the nearest solid surface. I smash my lips against hers. I kind of feel bad that I’m not being more gentle, but if she is going to fuck me, then she’d better get used to the fact that I don’t fuck easy. I will make her body crave my touch, so she won’t be able to function without my cock.

  Her lips take every demanding blow. My hand grips onto her blonde locks and I wrap my other arm around her tiny body, pulling her closer so I can drink my fill of her.

  She brings her arms around my neck, her legs instantly wrapping around my waist and crossing at the back. I pull my lips from hers and start nipping at her neck. She grinds her hips, and the friction has me teetering on the edge. Fuck, I need to be inside her, quickly. I drop her down to the floor and release the grip on her hair.

  “Get your clothes off, Emma. This is the only time I’m going to tell you. If you want to leave, there is the door, but stay and be warned. I will destroy you, mind body and soul,” I command.

  I’m rewarded with my answer as she starts stripping out of the button-up dress she is wearing. She does so tantalizingly, giving me glimpses of her exquisite body. I can’t stand to watch anymore, so I walk to the bathroom and twist the knob on the shower, bringing the jets of water to life. I’m going to fuck her up against the shower wall.

  When I turn around she is standing before me, naked, and she is a fucking vision. Legs that go on for miles. She’s a perfect hourglass. I motion for her to come to me, losing all my clothes as she gets closer. I pull her into the shower, my hands finding her body easily. This is better than I imagined. The water cascades over her body and her nipples tighten with my touch. My cock is hard and ready for her, the head is swelling just at the sight before me. But just as I reach out to pull her in for a kiss, she drops to her knees.

  “I want to taste. I want to feel you fuck my mouth, Alek.”

  No sooner as she finishes the words, her mouth makes contact with my cock and my hips jerk involuntarily. Her mouth feels like fucking velvet wrapped around me. Her head bobs up and down, slowly at first, teasing me, then she swoops her tongue on the underside ridge and I grip the sides of her head, trying to get deeper. She catches the tip with each movement of her lips, then she gently scrapes her teeth over the head.

  “Fuck, Emma, stop! I’m not cuming in your mouth the first time.” Her head tries to work me faster after I speak, but I pull her off me, lifting her up against the wall, waiting for her to wrap her legs over my hips. I kiss her frantically as I feel my cock ready at her pussy. I can feel the heat surrounding me. She is wet, and fuck if that doesn’t make me harder. Her nails rake my back as I push myself inside of her. She feels heavenly wrapped around me as I thrust upwards, the water making our bodies slide together in a perfect rhythm. I slam back into her as her back hits the shower wall hard, and I know I’m not far off. She feels too good. Her moans are driving me fucking crazy.

  “Fuck … me … harder … deeper, Alek. You wont break me,” she says on a breathless whisper, but I hear her loud and clear. I pull out all the way to the tip and slam back in before she has time to recover. Her body tenses and I jerk harder. She is climbing higher with every thrust. And I’m the one who is going to fuck her over the edge. She clings to my body as the first wave of her orgasm hits. Her pussy clenches tight around me, milking me for everything I’ve got. I let go with a roar and feel every pulse coat her insides.

  I pull out and her legs drop from around my waist. I grab the shower gel and squirt some on the puff and proceed to cover her delectable body with it. The soap sliding off of her is enough to make me hard again. I quickly wash, pushing those thoughts away for now.

  Turning the shower off, I step outside and wrap myself in a towel. Reaching for her own, Emma steps out and covers herself, hiding that perfect body from my view.

  I watch as she quickly dashes into the bedroom and throws her clothes on. I feel a sense of dread forming in the pit of my stomach.

  Her next words cut deeper than I thought possible. Never have I let what a girl says to me affect me like hers do.

  “I’m sorry, Alek, I have to go. This was a mistake.”

  I hear the door slam as she leaves.

  Fuck, what have I just done?

  Chapter Three

  Emma

  I stumble into my room and dive onto the bed. The tears are flowing freely now. What the hell did I just do? He probably thinks I’m a fucking whore. That I just drop my knickers for any Tom, Dick, or Harry. He’s probably right on that assumption, though. I mean, come on, for months I was any man’s chew toy. They got to eat me up and spit me out without a second thought. The worst thing about it is that I probably did enjoy it a few times. Some of them were a hot fuck, but most were fucking old, bald and fat, and they slobbered all over me when they came. The last man was fucking shot while he was still inside of me, his blood splattered all over me. I didn’t even care, I was in shock that day.

  I remember hearing the commotion coming from downstairs but thought nothing of it. Hearing fights break out was nothing new with Ivan, but then the gunshots came and that’s when I stilled and tried to tell the ugly fuck with the teeny, tiny dick to stop and see what was going on. He was having none of it, though, too busy pumping his sorry ass into me.

  Then I saw the door fly open, and in came two guys instantly recognising what was happening. Malc, as I now know him, shot the guy on top of me and got the other guy to get me out of there. I don’t remember much after that. The doctor said I was in shock, and it was my body’s way of coping, so it shut down, so to speak.

  For days I lay in the guest room of Damien’s house, recovering from the ordeal. The worst of the memories came from Ivan when he broke me in. The same way he did with all his new pets.

  The day after I arrived, he had me in that little room. The air around him was dark when he entered. A cold, calculating look adorned his face. The purposeful strides he took towards me on the bed made my knees shake with anticipation of what he would do to me, trepidation at what would be expected of me. This wasn’t some holiday romance. This was hell on earth, something I had no control over.

  His hand gripped my chin, jerking it from side to side. His eyes roamed all over my face, and as they scanned down my body, in some dark twisted corner of my mind I had hoped he liked what he saw. Even though he wasn’t a sexy man to look at, he had an air to him that gave him an aura of appeal. Dangerous is how I would describe him. People tend to stay away from danger, but most are drawn to it like a moth to a flame.

  “You’re an English rose. Blonde hair. Bright blue eyes. Lips ripe enough to nibble and devour. Your looks will make you popular with the men that I entertain. To sweeten the deal, so to speak.” His words sent shivers racing through my body. What the hell is he talking about? Men he entertains?

  As soon as his lips covered mine in a domineering kiss, it hit me like a brick. I’m the entertainment, the prize. The sacrificial lamb going to slaughter.

  “Are you pure?” he asked me. I racked my brain, wondering for just a second what the hell it had to do with him. Then I realised — he couldn’t use a virgin as a whore, could he? I couldn’t speak so I nodded my head a little. “Well, we can’t have that, can we? You’re supposed to be well versed in sex and be able to perform an array of sexual acts without having to ask for guidance. Your aim is to bring a man to his knees so that he does whatever you need him to do.” I’m stunned. His
hands started shedding the clothes that I had on, pulling and tearing at the fabric, shredding it from my defenseless body.

  “You’re younger than I would normally train,” he continued, “but they assured me of your beauty, and I’m not disappointed. I’m going to show you what I expect of you with each client, so take notes. This can either go the easy way or the hard way, and trust me when I say you don’t want it the hard way. I will keep you so drugged up it will be dripping out of every hole, and you won’t have the energy to go and clean yourself.” His words are laced with a promise to uphold what he says, and just from looking at him and observing how he has been with me, I know he is not a man to be trifled with.

  “If you run,” he stated, “I will hunt you down and kill you. You will not escape this place. The only way you will is in a body bag, so I’m hoping you take the easy way, where you will get a nice room, freedom, some time to yourself to unwind and, of course, you will get a little pay. The choice is yours.” I needed to find my voice at that point or he was going to think I was mute, then he’d have no use for a girl that couldn’t scream a client’s name.

  “I will take the easy way, please.” And I vowed to try. Survival instinct kicks in when it’s a risk to your life, and you will do anything to preserve it, even if it’s just a few more seconds so that you will get to say goodbye.

  “Lay back on the bed, I want to look at you,” he says, his tone I a little bit softer now that he has seemingly had the answer he wants from me.

  I obeyed, laying there with nothing on, all my clothes in tatters on the floor.

  “Spread your legs, I want to see this delicate flower. I want to taste it, then I’m going to break it.”