by Kira Bloom
Carter’s eyes bulged. “The … the Russian mafia?”
I jerked my chin, signaling Ivan, who stood off to the side. I’d asked the man to come and assist in cleaning up the mess Carter had created. Ivan was a giant of a man, with broad shoulders and tree-trunk arms. His ice-blue eyes narrowed in on Carter, who gaped up at him in horror.
Winter was breathing heavily next to me. I glanced down to see she was on the verge of a panic attack, her face deathly pale, and her eyes wide with alarm as she stared up at me.
I needed to wrap this up and get her out of here.
Turning back to Carter, I coldly continued, “Luckily for you, I don’t wish to involve the authorities as you wouldn’t be the only one to suffer the consequences of your idiotic mistakes. My colleague will be negotiating the terms of your retirement, and I’m sure the two of you can come up with an arrangement that is beneficial to us all.”
Ivan laid a heavy hand on Carter’s shoulder. “I would very much suggest you come quietly,” he said in his low, rumbling voice. “It will prove less painful for you in the end.”
Carter’s wild eyes bounced from Ivan to Dmitry, and down to Winter.
“Winter, you can’t let them do this,” he pleaded.
I moved so my body blocked her from Carter’s view. “You don’t get to speak to her anymore, unless she wishes you to. Now, be a good boy and go with Ivan. Like he said, it’ll be less painful if you cooperate.”
Carter gawked at me for several moments before his shoulders slumped forward in defeat. With slow, hesitant steps, he allowed Ivan to steer him away through the crowd. When they had disappeared from sight, I turned with my arm still around Winter’s tiny waist and began leading her back to the museum entrance.
“Wh-where are we going?” she asked in a terrified whisper.
“I’m getting you out of here,” I explained. “We have to talk, and I’d rather we do it alone.”
13
Winter
I didn’t know what the hell to think.
I was scared and confused, my heart pulsing so wildly it felt like it was close to exploding from my chest, and my mind was such a whirl that I couldn’t do anything but allow Dmitry to escort me back out to the limo. I couldn’t even process everything that had happened. William’s surprise appearance, followed by Mr. Maslow’s complete take-down of him …
The only clear thought I had was that he knew. He knew! He knew I’d been lying to him. Knew I’d been spying on him.
Then he’d sent William away with a giant, lethal looking mobster.
What was he going to do to me?
When we reached the limo, the driver opened the door and Mr. Maslow pressed his hand on the small of my back to urge me inside. After a moment of hesitation, I ducked into the vehicle and he followed me. The door slamming behind us felt like a jail cell sliding closed.
Mr. Maslow pressed a button on the ceiling, and the partition between us and the front of the limo rose, blocking us from the driver’s view. We were, for all intents and purposes, alone.
I didn’t know what to say. I cowered in the corner of the seat and stared at him. He didn’t look at me. Instead, he leaned forward so that his elbows rested on his knees and let out a heavy sigh.
“Winter, please stop that trembling. I’m not going to hurt you.”
I tried to obey, but my body wouldn’t listen.
“I-I’m not sure what all you know, but—”
“For one, I know who you really are.” He finally turned his gaze up to meet mine, and I was surprised that there was no anger blazing in his icy blue eyes. “I know you’re Carter’s daughter.”
My trembling stopped as dread coursed through my body, paralyzing me.
“How do you know that?” I whispered, scared to death of his response.
He leaned back in the seat. “My father had ties to the Russian mob. I’m completely legitimate, but I’ve maintained some of his old contacts in case I need assistance with special projects. Like you, Winter.”
“I’m a special project?” What the hell did that even mean?
He nodded. “Very special. Ivan, the brute back at the gala, dug up as much information on you as he could find. I knew Carter would try something with the McAllister Holdings account on the line, so I’ve taken extra precautions with my security. He discovered who you really were, and he also found out about your mother.”
My back went rigid. Suddenly, my fear was washed away as the need to protect my mom flooded through me.
“You leave her alone,” I snarled, picturing the woman who’d lovingly raised me and sacrificed everything. “She’s got nothing to do with this. If you go anywhere near my mom, I swear to God I’ll …”
He held up his hands. “Enough. I’m not going to hurt your mother, but I don’t think you’re being truthful when you say she has nothing to do with this. I think she has everything to do with this, and with why you haven’t continued with school, or started any real life to speak of.” Lowering his hands, he locked his gaze with mine. “Your mother’s very sick, isn’t she, krasavitsa?”
I blinked at him, disarmed by the compassion brimming in his eyes. Tears pricked at my own as I opened myself up in order to confess everything to him.
“She has Early-onset Alzheimer’s, but I’m sure you knew that.” I swallowed, a stabbing pain ripping at my heart. “She’s in a care facility outside the city. It’s the best available, but it was too expensive for me to afford. William … my father … he wasn’t in the picture when I was growing up. He abandoned mom when she told him she was pregnant. I met him for the first time when I was a junior in high school, but I didn’t want anything to do with him. I didn’t want anything from him, until—”
“Until you needed to take care of your mother.”
I nodded. “I sought him out and asked if he would help us. He agreed, as long as I did something for him in return.” I squeezed my eyes shut for a moment as I gathered the courage to continue. When I opened them again, I found Dmitry watching me. “Mr. Maslow, I’m so sorry. I didn’t want to spy on you, but I truly had no choice. It was the only way he’d give me the money to pay for Mom’s care. Without it, I would have been overwhelmed with debt, and Mom would’ve been kicked out of the facility …”
He reached out to grab my arm and yanked me to him. I let out a shriek of surprise as he arranged me so that I faced him, straddling his lap. The skirt of my slinky black dress bunched around my hips, and I felt that tingle of arousal return when his hands possessively clutched at my waist.
“Winter, you don’t have to explain. I get it. You were in an impossible position and you needed to protect someone you love. We were total strangers. You have no loyalty to me.”
“That’s not true, anymore,” I insisted, grabbing his shoulders. “I-I need you to know that. Now that I know you—after everything that’s happened—I-I think I’ve …”
“What, Winter?” he murmured, pulling me tighter against him. And God, I loved the way he felt. “You think you’ve what?”
I licked my lips, terrified to speak the words, but fully aware nothing could be fixed between us if I didn’t.
“I think I’ve fallen in love with you.”
He didn’t respond right away, and I worried that I’d revealed too much. Made myself too vulnerable. Finally, though, his lips curled into a grin.
“That’s good to hear, krasavitsa, as I’m definitely in love with you.”
14
Winter
I stared down at him in disbelief.
“What? What did you say?”
He cupped the back of my head and pulled my face closer so he could whisper, “I said I’m in love with you, Winter Rivers. I don’t know how you did it, but you captured me, heart and soul. I will do anything to make you mine. You will have everything you could want or need. I’ll make sure your mother is cared for, and that your father never darkens your doorstep again. All you have to do is let me love you and promise to love me in return.”
Joy, relief, confusion, and gratefulness all battled for dominance within me as I gazed into the eyes of the man of my dreams. Tears slipped down my cheeks as I smiled and nodded.
“Yes, I promise.” I cupped his face and pressed my lips to his. “I promise, Dmitry. I’ll love you.”
He pulled me in for another kiss, deeper and hungrier than the one I’d given him. Hunger exploded within me and I opened my mouth to let his tongue sweep though and tangle with mine. I arched into his chest and moaned when I felt his growing hardness pressing between my thighs.
“I want you,” I whispered when he trailed his lips along my jaw and down my throat. “Please … sir.”
Dmitry released a growl as he yanked my dress up to bunch around my waist. His fingers plunged into my thong, and he stroked my pussy with rough strokes. I whimpered as he worked one finger into me, then a second, then a third. Leaning back, I held onto his knees and he pumped his fingers in and out of me, preparing me for what was to come.
“That’s right, sweetheart.” He yanked the straps of my dress down, then my strapless bra to reveal my breasts. “Get nice and wet for me. You’re going to ride me until you scream my name.”
“Yes, please Dmitry, I want it.” I arched into him. “I want your cock. I want you everywhere.”
He pulled his fingers from me with a snarl, then yanked his belt loose so he could undo his pants. Shoving them down his thighs, he pulled his cock from his underwear and slid the head along my wetness.
“Is this what you want, krasavitsa? Is this what you need?”
I groaned, nodding my head frantically. “Please, don’t tease me, Dmitry. Not now. Not when I need you so much.”
With one hand, he gripped my thigh, and with the other, lined his erection up to my entrance.
“Slide down onto me,” he ordered.
I did without hesitation. His cock slipped inside me with ease, and I cried out at the exquisite pleasure of feeling so full. This is what I’d been needing. This delicious stretch as Dmitry pulled me firmly down onto his lap so my ass was flush against his thighs. His hands on my hips were heavy, his grip tight, but I reveled in his rough touch. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pressed my bare breasts into his chest as he bucked up into me.
“Hang on, beautiful,” he whispered at my ear. “We’ll go sweet and slow later, but right now, I need to fuck you hard.”
I nodded, pressing my face against his throat.
“I want that. Please. Give me everything you have.”
Trapping me with his hands so I couldn’t move my hips, Dmitry began to piston up into me. I bounced on his lap, my cries muffled by his shoulder and neck. He slapped my ass again and again, the sting mingling with the pleasure of his relentless fucking until my mind went blank and all I could do was feel. Feel him. Feel his cock. Feel his heart beating in time with me.
I’d never been taken like this. Never been dominated so thoroughly, but I couldn’t get enough. I wanted to give this man everything, because I knew he would give me everything in return. He continued to pound into me, groping my breasts, cupping my ass, the tip of his thumb circling my clit with succinct and skillful movements that had me writhing and begging for release in no time.
“Oh, Dmitry! I’m so close. Please, can I come? Oh, God, let me—”
“Not yet,” he snapped. “Together. You will wait for me, krasavitsa.”
“Yes, sir.”
He growled, his hips moving faster. The pleasure was so great, it was almost painful. Almost too much. Yet, I wasn’t afraid of it. Wasn’t afraid of where he was driving me.
“I’m close, baby,” he rasped. “So fucking close. Come for me. Make that pussy squeeze my cock until I’m drained.”
His permission was all I needed to topple over the edge. I sunk my teeth into his shoulder to quiet my screams as wave after wave of agonizing pleasure ripped through me. I arched and ground into him, tightening around him until he roared, and I felt him explode into me. His hold on me grew painful, but I didn’t care. It didn’t matter.
All that mattered was this moment. Us diving into the abyss together.
When we finally regained our senses and our orgasms faded away, I lay slumped against his firm, muscular chest. He was breathing as hard as I was, and it made me smile to know he’d worked so hard for our mutual pleasure.
“You can truly forgive me for everything I’ve done? You really want to move on with me?” I whispered.
“Of course.” He nodded. Tilting my chin up, he grazed his lips over mine. “How can I be mad about any of it? Everything you did brought us to this moment. I wouldn’t give this up for anything in the world. But from here on out, krasavitsa, no secrets. I mean that.”
I shivered at the firmness in his tone as I nodded.
I couldn’t believe my luck. When I’d first walked into Dmitry’s office, I’d been at rock bottom and so desperate that I’d gone to the man I hated most for help. Yet, it had all led me to the man I loved more than I had ever thought possible. The man who would protect me and pleasure me. Who would cherish and command me.
Who would spank me when I was bad.
And fuck me into oblivion when I was good.
For this man, and this man alone, I wanted to surrender everything, because I knew, when all was said and done, he would surrender everything to me as well. Turning my face up to his, I murmured, “I love you, Dmitry. I’ve never loved anyone as much as I love you.”
His grin was lazy as he gazed down at me. He stroked my hair as he whispered, “I love you too, Winter.”
THE END
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CHAPTER ONE - FELICITY
“I’m in deep shit, Flick.” Dad’s voice stops me in the doorway to his office. He glances up from the paperwork strewn across the desk. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen him look so defeated—my father’s always been an optimist and a dreamer—and my fingers freeze around my apron strings.
“What’s going on?” He doesn’t respond, so I forget my apron and my quickly approaching shift and creep toward him. “Dad?”
“I’m going to lose everything.”
Panic swells deep inside me but I keep my tone even, soothing, as I perch myself on the edge of his desk. “It can’t be that bad, right?”
“Trust me, it is.” He gestures to the papers in front of him. I snatch the top sheet, browsing over it as he explains, “Do you remember Alexander Cade?”
Alexander Cade. It’s been a few years since I saw him but the thought of the hulking, bully of a man tenses every muscle in my body. “Yes,” I say, that single syllable drawn out and questioning. “What about him?”
“The loan, Flick.” Dad’s shoulders droop forward, like a deflated balloon. “I’m supposed to pay off the money he loaned me, but I’m behind.”
I was ten when my parents got a loan from Dad’s old “friend” to open our restaurant. For the first several years we were in business, Alexander Cade would stop by frequently and unexpected, boasting an arrogant grin while he ordered half the menu—on the house, of course. It never failed that by the time we brought out his food Cade was no longer hungry, and the only thing he wanted was another payment toward the balance of the loan. The last time he came to York’s, the summer I graduated high school, he’d slipped one of his sweaty, beefy hands beneath my skirt to give my ass an appreciative slap. Without considering the consequences, I’d knocked his soda onto his lap.
Cade responded by calling me an ungrateful little bitch and reminding Dad that he still owned us.
I’m not
sure what was said after they stepped outside the restaurant to argue, but Cade never personally collected money from us again. Since I haven’t seen his asshole driver in months either, I figured the loan was fulfilled.
Obviously, I was dead wrong.
Scrubbing the image of sleaze-stuffed-into-a-business-suit from my brain, I suck on the inside of my cheek, count to ten, then ask, “Can you ask for an extension?”
Dad shakes his head. “I got one last year and besides, Alexander’s son is handling business now. Said he’s done doing favors.”
Of course, they’re done doing favors. Returning the first page of the contract to the desk, I pinch the bridge of my nose. “How much?”
“Twenty.”
“Twenty-hundred?” That’s doable. I can sell my car and take the “L” to work and school once the fall semester starts. My roommate affectionately calls my old Versa “the P.O.S that could,” but it’s easily worth a couple grand, if not a little more. And whatever money I have left over can go toward my books.
Dad lets out a bitter sound. “Twenty thousand, Flick.”
I choke on a gasp. Holy shit. “Dad,” I start in a tone that’s dangerously calm, “how on earth do you still owe that much money?”
Grasping the armrests of his chair, he hangs his head in shame. “The kitchen upgrade.”
The fucking kitchen upgrade. I swallow down my growl. Even though business wasn’t doing so hot, he’d insisted on the new kitchen a few years ago. Said it would make work easier, even though our lunch and dinner rush is still only a steady crawl. Don’t get me wrong, the food at York’s is incredible, and our customers swear we make the best burgers in Chicago, but thousands of dollars of stainless steel appliances didn’t compensate for a building too small to handle the demand in an area teeming with competition.