Keeping Her Forever

by Winter Sloane

  close.”

  “Come for me, baby,” he commanded, reaching between their

  bodies to pinch her clit.

  She came, shuddering in his arms as wave after wave of ecsta-

  sy blanked her mind and turned her body into jelly. Lia became

  vaguely aware of Jax setting her down, positioning her on her hands

  and knees. Knowing what he wanted, she offered her ass to him,

  moaned when he slapped each globe. Jax fumbled for something in

  the room, returning moments later with the lube from the chest of

  drawers by their bed.

  She leaned her cheek against the cool floor while Jax nudged

  her legs further apart. Heat spiked though her sensitive body once

  more as he began working the slick liquid down her puckered hole.

  Jax readied her for access, slipping one finger, then another in before

  making twisting motions.

  “Baby,” she uttered, already wanting the feel of his dick inside

  her, claiming her and branding her as his.

  Jax replaced digits with his prick. Gripping her hips, he

  pushed his way slowly inside her asshole. She could feel her face burn

  as he breached that taboo spot. God, but it felt good. Jax finally

  sheathed himself fully in her ass, then began pushing in and out.

  “Play with your tits,” he said.

  She did as he asked, tugging and pulling at her sore nipples.

  Wetness gathered in her pussy as he fucked her faster, deeper. He

  started stroking her pussy lips again, rubbing her in time with his

  thrusts. Jax pistoned several more times in and out of her ass before

  groaning and filling her ass with his cum.

  Jax thrust two fingers inside her wet pussy. Tiny fireworks

  erupted inside her as she came once more, all over his fingers. Lan-

  guidness filled her body. Forget about breakfast. Lia could lie on the

  floor and fall asleep. She heard Jax’s footsteps on the floor. Then she

  felt a towel cleaning her between the legs and ass, and Jax gathering

  her in his arms.

  Lia remembered to put her arms around his neck. She giggled.

  “I feel like a new bride again.”

  Their wedding had been simple. The only people in attendance

  were her mother and some of Jax’s friends. She liked the simple cer-

  emony, and wouldn’t have had it any other way. It seemed ages ago

  that she ran in front of Jax’s truck, begging him for his help. Hard to

  believe sometimes that she’d begun fixing her relationship with her

  mother and Jax finally had a chance to build new memories with his

  son.

  She thought news of Amy would make Nancy deny Jax visita-

  tion rights again, but it was the opposite. With Amy, Nancy had

  agreed on a visiting schedule instead of the initial sporadic visits she

  allowed Jax initially.

  Back before she met Dwayne, all she ever dreamed about had

  been traveling. Lia had achieved that during that year she and Jax

  took turns driving a truck. Wants and dreams change with time, she

  realized. Now, she was grateful for her beautiful daughter and the

  wonderful home her man built for them.

  Jax lowered her to their bed. They didn’t have much, but Lia

  remembered how Jax refused to cut corners when it came to selecting

  furniture of their home. I want to make sure our little girl will grow up in a safe environment, she remembered him telling her.

  True to his word, every inch of the house had been baby-

  proof. Jax had worries about being a bad dad, but she always knew

  he’d be amazing. Jax might have made bad choices in the past. Her

  husband still harbored self-doubts occasionally, but that was one of

  the reasons why she was his wife. Lia would always be there, to guide

  him back to the light, to remind Jax that he was a changed man, a lov-

  ing and possessive husband and a doting father.

  Once he joined her in bed, she nestled close to her man, her

  back and ass to his chest. She sighed in contentment as he wrapped

  those massive arms around her. Lia wasn’t exactly a small woman,

  but with Jax, she felt tiny.

  He kissed the nape of her neck. Lia twisted in his arms and

  looked into his eyes.

  “I love you,” she murmured, closing her hands over his.

  “I fucking love you too, baby,” he said without hesitation.

  The End

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  BONUS SAMPLE CHAPTER

  THE HITMAN’S OBSESSION

  Ivanov Crime Family, 1

  Winter Sloane

  Copyright © 2017

  Chapter One

  Dimitri took another round about the room, his footsteps quiet

  despite his size. He was a big motherfucker and could hit like a truck,

  but as muscle for the Ivanov family, he knew how to move silently in

  a crowded room.

  Cigarette smoke clouded the room. Loud and brash voices

  were occasionally interrupted by screams and pleas. Cocky grins soon

  turn to agonized wails. Dimitri couldn’t count the number of times

  he’d seen arrogant bastards fall.

  The moment they realized they’d lost everything, gambled

  their most precious possessions—car, pretty wife, and offspring, to

  the Ivanov family for a good hand of cards.

  They disgusted him, yet Dimitri depended on these scum to

  keep his job. Good for fucking and killing, nothing else, his father

  told him once. Maybe that was true for all the men in the Ivanov fami-

  ly.

  Sensing someone approaching, Dimitri turned, hand resting on

  the hilt of his modified Beretta. The lackey in the cheap suit took a

  step back from him, gaze lingering on the grinning skulls and cross-

  bones of his signature weapon.

  “Problem, Johnny?” he asked. Johnny had worked under him,

  a good kid. Well, Dimitri called all newbies that. Johnny worked hard,

  played hard, and was loyal as hell. These days, loyalty was hard to

  come by.

  Johnny relaxed. “It’s time, Dimitri.”

  Dimitri nodded, hooded eyes lingering on the floor. “Keep a

  watch on the blackjack table number three. You’re in charge while

  I’m gone.”

  Johnny’s eyes widened. “Not Anatoli?”

  Dimitri shook his head. “Not after he screwed up the Rossi

  job.”

  Striding away from the main casino floor, he headed to the

  door with the sign “Employees Only” on it. The two men on guard

  gave him a curt nod, letting him pass. Dimitri took a left turn. More

  guards stood watch here. The boss merely wanted him to oversee pro-

  cedures, to ensure this fucker Mitch Wyatt coughed up all the money

  he borrowed, plus interest.

  Dimitri wasn’t the family bookie, but according to Vasily, this

  rat bastard needed watching. Wyatt had slipped from their radar once,

  not wanting to pay back what he owed. No one fucked with the

  Ivanov family and got away with it.

  Giving the two suits a nod, Dimitri entered Vlad’s office. Cig-

  arette smoke slipped out, along with the stink of fear. The source

  came from the thin balding man. Dimitri noticed all the signs—sweat

  soaked shirt and the way Wyatt’s trembling hands held onto a leather

  suitcase for dear life.


  Wyatt took up the couch facing the desk. The young woman

  sitting beside him caught Dimitri’s attention. Frowning, he leaned

  against the door.

  He made sure to keep his suit jacket unbuttoned, so the rat

  bastard had a perfect view of his guns. Threats always worked well.

  Fear drove men to do the right thing. One look at Wyatt and Dimitri

  understood why the boss man wanted him present for this meeting.

  Who did Wyatt bring with him, collateral damage? Dimitri on-

  ly had eyes for the woman. She must be in her early twenties. Her

  white-blonde hair had been tightly constrained in a long single braid

  that fell over one bare shoulder. Her heart-shaped face looked stiff,

  blue eyes staring carefully at nothing.

  Dimitri raked his gaze lower, from the tempting curve of her

  luscious lips to the generous swell of her breasts, peeking from her

  top. Fuck, but he could imagine those pouty lips wrapped around his

  cock, those tits bouncing while he fucked her senseless. She had fine

  curves, too, under that thin top. Dimitri bet she had a shapely ass, too.

  Fuck.

  It wasn’t just her body that kept him mystified, but the way

  she held herself. Unlike Wyatt, she didn’t cower, or slink in defeat.

  She turned his head, as if noticing the brunt of his stare.

  Eyes he’d thought were blue turned out to be bi-colored. The

  other iris was a bright emerald green. Both blue and green blazed with

  hatred, then wary resignation.

  Dimitri knew absolutely nothing about this woman, but he saw

  the steel in her spine. She bit down on her lower lip so hard it began

  to bleed. Looking away from his gaze, he noticed her rubbing her

  palms over his jeans. Anger surged through him.

  Something so pure, so blindingly hard to look at, didn’t belong

  in a place like this.

  What was going on with him? Dimitri shouldn’t lose his mind

  over a woman. He never married, never committed to any kind of re-

  lationship. No time for something like that and besides, emotions

  made a killer weak. Yet seeing this mystery blonde put strange sug-

  gestions in his head.

  “Why is the Ivanov Hound here?” Wyatt asked, looking nerv-

  ously at him. Wyatt couldn’t hold his gaze for long. Most people

  flinched, seeing the scars.

  “Calm down, Wyatt. Dimitri is merely here for security’s sake,

  to make sure you wouldn’t run again,” Vlad stated, rubbing his hands

  together.

  “I won’t think of it.” Wyatt gripped the handle of the suitcase

  harder. “That’s why I brought my daughter along.”

  Dimitri didn’t like the way Vlad looked at the woman, like a

  man appraising his new conquest. Then again, Vlad looked at all

  women that way. Vlad represented humanity’s worst, but Vlad was

  Vasily’s brother, therefore untouchable.

  Dimitri cracked his knuckles, and the popping sound made

  Wyatt jump in his seat. Vlad threw him a glare, but didn’t tell him off.

  The fucker knew better than that, given Dimitri was the family’s best

  bogeyman.

  Dimitri didn’t like the fact Wyatt never referred to his daugh-

  ter by name, as if he wanted to disassociate himself with the filthy

  deed he was about to do.

  “What’s her name?” he practically barked.

  Wyatt’s eyes widened, mouth opening and closing like a fish.

  The woman lifted her chin and met his gaze again, undaunted

  by his scars, size, or the gun peeking from his jacket. “Sonia.”

  Vlad chuckled, as if this was all some comedy show to him.

  “Never seen the Hound so unsettled by pussy.”

  Dimitri’s fingers twitched. It would be so easy to wrap his fin-

  gers around the comforting handle of his gun and shoot several holes

  into Vlad’s body. Calming his temper, he settled for crossing his arms

  instead. What the fuck? Dimitri had been this close to signing his own

  death sentence over a stranger.

  Vasily Ivanov might value his skills, but the Bratva had iron-

  clad rules about family. Vlad was blood, and despite all of Dimitri’s

  contributions, he wasn’t a real Ivanov. His father, brothers, grew up

  by the gun and died by it, too, leaving Dimitri an orphaned killer.

  The head of the Ivanov family took him in, taught him loyalty,

  and gave him an identity. Dimitri had vowed to give Vasily Ivanov his

  loyalty until his death. He could endure scum like Vlad.

  Looking disappointed Dimitri hadn’t reacted to the comment,

  Vlad returned his attention to Wyatt. “Let’s get on with business.”

  Shaking, Wyatt unclasped the case. Dimitri frowned, watching

  the man closely, in case Wyatt might be stupid enough to pull a fast

  one on them. The chances were small, given his daughter was beside

  him. Dimitri made it point to never underestimate people so he could

  never be surprised.

  Desperate men did foolish things. Period.

  Stacked dollar bills lined the case. Wyatt began laying in all

  out on the paper.

  “Dimitri, let Tommy in. He’s my counter,” Vlad said.

  Dimitri opened the door. “Tommy. Vlad needs you.”

  He couldn’t bring himself to call Vlad “boss”. That title Dimi-

  tri reserved for Vasily. Vlad had a long way to go before earning Di-

  mitri’s respect or that of his men.

  One of the two muscle heads entered and quickly counted the

  bills.

  Tommy traded a look with Vlad. Dimitri already knew Wyatt

  didn’t bring it all.

  “Missing the eight percent interest,” Tommy announced.

  Dimitri continued watching Sonia, who dug her nails into her

  palm so hard, skin bled. Her pathetic excuse of a father had known, he

  realized. Wyatt had no intention of bringing her back home with him.

  “Y-you said if I bring my daughter, we can forget about inter-

  est. She’s still a virgin,” Wyatt said, as if that last bit helped.

  Dimitri quietly seethed.

  “Why don’t we see for ourselves, eh?” Vlad pointed out.

  “Dad, what’s happening?” Sonia whispered, leveling fright-

  ened eyes at her father.

  Wyatt didn’t tell her a thing. That only fueled Dimitri’s rage.

  What kind of father gave up his daughter to Russian mafia, to men

  like Vlad who didn’t give two fucks about rules?

  Tommy started transferring the pile of cash into a small black

  duffel—clearing the desk, Dimitri realized. He had a bad feeling he

  knew what was about to take place, and it turned his stomach. Before

  Vlad took over the family book keeping, they’d never dealt with flesh.

  Dimitri had never signed on for this kind of distasteful shit.

  Wyatt was halfway out of his seat, but Dimitri moved to block

  the door, lips peeled back to a snarl. Sonia remained in her seat, look-

  ing like a pale doll as the truth finally dawned in her eyes.

  “Good job, Dimitri,” Vlad called, like he was some dog the

  asshole could order around.

  Needing to unleash his rage on someone, Dimitri shoved Wy-

  att back in his seat. Gunfire erupted, making him jump back. Sonia

  screamed, toppling out of her seat until her back hit the wall.

  A
neat bullet hole found itself at the center of Wyatt’s fore-

  head, except the wound wasn’t neat. Chunks of skin and face had

  been blown off. Vlad pretended to blow off smoke from his gun.

  “What the fuck, Vlad?” Dimitri demanded. “We kill clients

  now? We lend people money, they pay us back. We’ll lose out if word

  gets out.”

  “No one will know. Bring the girl to me,” Vlad said, licking

  his lips. The disgusting son-of-a-bitch set his revolver on top of his

  desk and began jerking his zipper down. Tommy finished putting the

  last wad of cash in the bag.

  Vlad raised an eyebrow when Dimitri didn’t move. Sonia

  started to make little pained noises. She slumped against the wall.

  Specks of blood splattered her face and the front of her top, all of it

  belonging to her father.

  “Shut the bitch up. Dimitri, don’t make me repeat myself. If

  you’re not man enough, I’ll ask Tommy.” Vlad spoke in a bored

  voice, but his face told Dimitri otherwise.

  Vlad took sick pleasure in claiming Sonia in front of Dimitri,

  knowing full well Dimitri had been entranced by her. Tommy took a

  step towards her, halting when Dimitri held out a hand.

  “I got this.”

  “Don’t worry. I share my possessions among my men. Just

  wait your turn,” Vlad told him with a sneer.

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