Primal (Lionheart duology Book 1)

by Y.C. Perez

Let me put this in terms that your pea-sized brain might comprehend. This does concern me. The moment you broke in, you made it my business. Oh, and if someone asks you a fucking question, it’s because they want to know! Another thing—stop calling me krasavitsa.”

If I smack her ass, will it leave an outline of my hand on her delicate flesh with that same shade behind? What is wrong with me? I can’t seem to control myself when she’s around. The part I keep buried deep inside me wants to come out and take a bite. And… I might just let him.

“I'm tired of this conversation. You don’t have a choice in the matter, krasavitsa. You belong to me now. Your father cared for other members of the Bratva, but you’ll be mine and Andrei’s doctor and maybe some of the women if they need it. I’ll call you when we need you, and that’s the end of this discussion. Andrei, let’s go.”

“Listen to me, krasavitsa. Don’t make this harder than it needs to be.” His thumb rubs across my lower lip. “You’ve belonged to me since the day you decided to become a doctor.”

He gets close to my ear and says, “You don’t want to get on my bad side, kotyonok. Didn’t anyone teach you not to play with lions? They bite… hard”. His mouth is on my cheek now. My heart rate spikes at the feel of his lips on my skin. God, his lips are so soft.

“Hi, Jenny.” She doesn't even have the decency to ask how I'm doing.

“Do you want me to be kneeling on the floor by the desk waiting for you, Master? I think I may have some red lingerie that I can wear.” My mouth drops open as my mind flashes images of her kneeling on the floor with her mouth around my cock, my hands pulling her hair, hard. Soft little moans escaping as I plunder her mouth repeatedly.

If she thinks she can make plans with others, she’s gravely mistaken. She is fucking mine.

The way he wrapped his hands around my throat got me all hot and bothered. I want him to do that again, slam me against the wall and take me right there.

“Uh, why are you being so nice?” He leans close to my ear and says in a husky tone, “Why are you not on the floor waiting for me, kotyonok? I was looking forward to seeing the red lingerie.”

“I always get what I'm promised. Consider this your first strike for lying to me.” He bites my ear softly and walks to Andrei's side. Heat ravages my lower belly at his mild display of affection for me. Did he just bite me again? I’m once again left gaping after him.

“Did you wear that dress just for me tonight, milaya? Because I will enjoy ripping it off your body while your tight cunt is wrapped around my dick.” I bite her ear, look at the tool she calls a date, and back at her, where I notice a fierce heat in her eyes that I can’t read. She either wants me or is extremely pissed at me for interrupting her date.

“This is mine; your whole body is mine; you’re fucking mine. Don't ever forget it.” I remove my finger from inside her, bring it to my mouth, and suck. “Tastes like heaven.”

I turn around to see Maxim licking the blood from the wound. He looks up at me, eyes dilated, and says in a husky voice, “Fuck, milaya. If you’re going to welcome me like that every time I see you, don't expect to get rid of me.”

“I have insecurities toward my body. Not all the time, but when a six-foot-tall Adonis like yourself is half-naked in front of me, it becomes hard not to be. Look at me. I’m far from being skinny or perfect. My body is full of stretch marks and bumps. I don't have a perfect body like the girls you’re used to being with.”

“You’ve been very naughty, moy kotyonok. You didn’t heed my warning. It’s time for your punishment. I’m going to spank you six times.” His words send a mixture of exhilaration and need throughout my body. Maxim grabs my hair, pulling my head back to rest on his shoulder. A breathy moan leaves me, and wetness pools between my legs.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk. Where do you think you’re going? You can’t escape me. If you take it like the good kotyonok you are, I’ll reward you with my come afterward,” he says. My nipples tighten, and I feel myself getting wetter at his words. “I didn’t hear you count,” he says in a warning. “One.” “You’re beautiful,” He spanks me harder in the same spot. I mewl into the pillow.

“Oh, milaya, when will you learn. Bratty girls get punished, and I have the perfect punishment for you.”

“Good, girl, but don’t think this will stop your punishment later. You have been very naughty, milaya. Time for you to learn your lesson.” I release a hazy breath. God.

“Oh, milaya. Don’t worry. Dying from my girl smothering me with her pussy would be a dream.”

“As much fun as that sounds, you need to give my pussy a break. I’m very sore, and I need substance to be able to scream your name, don’t you think?” He laughs and kisses my nose. I wish he would be this sweet all the time. “Anything for you, moya printsessa.”

“Open your legs. Let me show you how thankful I am for you. If you're worried about me bleeding, don’t be. I have my own personal doctor.”

“There’s the food.” Then, he lifts my dress and cups my pussy. “And here’s my dessert.” I feel wetness pooling between my thighs. Maxim smirks at my instant reaction to him and runs a finger up my leg past the edge of my dress. His finger finds my entrance, and he drives one straight to my core. My back arches and a moan escapes my lips. He removes his fingers, raises them to his lips, and sucks them. “Fucking delicious.”

“Shut the fuck, my little shlyukha.” I gulp. What has gotten into him, and why is the way he’s talking to me turning me on? Then he reaches into his pocket, and my eyes widen when I see the ball gag. He’s not going to use that on me. My heart starts racing.

“I’ll do with your body as I see fit, my little shlyukha. You understand?” I only nod because half of me is intrigued.

“What did I say, Sophia? No fucking noise.” He pinches my nipple, and it takes all of me not to make a noise. “Sit on your desk, and spread your legs for me.” I don’t move. “You’re making this harder on yourself, Sophia.”

“Where do you think you’re going, my little shlyukha?” She says something intangible. “Keep it up, Sophia. The more noise you make, the more fun I have.”

“Oh, so you can dish it out but can’t take it? Now, get the fuck out of my way before I make you.”

“Give me a reason to stay.” “Because I fucking love you.” She freezes at my admission. “Is that a good enough reason for you, Sophia? I fucking love you. You’re my light in this dark, fucked-up world I live in.” “Maxim. I—”

“No, Sophia, let me talk. You’re my life, my first choice. I’ll burn and kill anyone who dares to get in the way. You can’t think about what we have is worth giving up. Until you, I thought I would never be capable of love. Love was just a word with no meaning. But you, Sophia, have flipped my world on its axis. I love you, printsessa.”

“Stop it, baby, if you don’t want me to bend you over that table and fuck you in front of all these people.”