Sasha (Belles & Mobsters, #6)

by Eva Winners

“You said you wanted to see me married,” I drawled lazily, ignoring his jab about Wynter. “So I had to find a bride.” “I said find a bride, not kidnap one,” he roared. “Semantics.”

“Lay a hand on her… No, say a word to her or even look her way,” he stated coldly, “and I will end you.” He smiled. Harshly. Something unhinged lurking in his eyes. Although he still stared at me, I knew that was for the guy that was harassing me. “And trust me when I say, it is not the quick kind of ending.”

“Do you need a ride?” Fuck, yeah, my mind screamed, eager for more of that feeling his lips offered. As if he read my mind, he smirked. “A ride home,” he clarified.

The smile on my face felt genuine. Not sadistic. Not sarcastic. Fucking genuine. It should have been my first clue. I ignored it. Second clue, the strain in my pants. I never got hard from just looking at a woman. She was so damn beautiful that it almost hurt to look at her.

“Because you’re mine.” The words were quiet. Soft. Yet, there was conviction in his voice that sent another shiver down my spine. “I want you all to myself. I’m yours. You’re mine. No one else can have you.” For the first time, my body didn’t protest against being owned by a man.

“I’ll take the job,” I told him. “But I’m going to give you a warning, Konstantin. You touch a single hair on Alessio’s sister’s head, you’ll be a dead man. You better pray nothing happens to that woman because you’ll be the first man I come after.” I had a promise to keep, and I’d be damned if I failed.

God, that woman made me pussy-whipped without even getting a taste of her pussy. Jesus Christ!

The pressure in my lungs eased and my breath swished out. I’d rather cut off my hands than hurt her.

Oh. My. God. My traitorous virgin body wanted Sasha Nikolaev. No, no, no.

“You’ll wait for me,” he demanded, his tone hard. “I’ll let you come, but you’ll promise me first that you’ll wait.”

“Good girl,” he praised and my chest glowed. It fucking glowed. “You’re so tight. That pussy is mine and for my cock only. God made it for me.” He released my hands, but they remained behind my back. His hand landed on my ass. Smack. “Understood?”

“One day, kotyonok, nothing will save you from me.” His voice was coarse. I had no idea what he meant by it. His hand came to my throat, his grip firm and a shiver rolled through me as his lips pressed against my ear. “You’re all mine now. From now until the end of time.”

I didn’t recognize myself. This wasn’t me. Making a promise to Sasha Nikolaev was playing with fire. Yet, I knew without a shred of doubt I’d wait for him.

And her brother would probably try to skin me alive if he knew I was after his sister. After all, he made his feelings clear on her off-limit status. Although, she’d be so fucking worth getting skinned alive for.

But he was scary enough to chase ghosts away. He was scary enough to keep my father away. I’d keep my promise, as long as he kept his.

I made a promise to wait. I waited. Four goddamn years. If I was smart, I would have asked questions. Specifics. For Christ’s sake, who in their right mind waited for someone for four years? Branka fucking Russo. Idiot!

My brother’s growl was my answer. You’d think he was a fucking wolf, not a human.

Fuck age. It was just a number. Besides, he was the one to talk.

“I’ll bleed for you.” The rasp of his voice brought goose bumps to my skin as a shiver rolled down my spine. His lips skimmed up my neck. “I’ll kill for you.” I sucked in a breath as he bit the sensitive skin where my neck and jaw met. “But nobody else will have you.”

“By all means, come on in,” I grumbled. “See me naked. It’s a glorious sight.”

“Fuck that shit. I’d demand he get in the fucking casket with me. Together forever, life or death.”

I could feel Sasha’s eyes on me, and I had to fight a shudder. God, there should be Sasha Anonymous to help me recover from this addiction.

She was my vice. My addiction. My obsession.

“The heart. Jason's heart.” I stilled. “And the message in blood. In Russian nonetheless. Such a fucking turn-on.” Okay, that was definitely not my intent. It was supposed to be a warning. “And you wonder why I came for you. You practically begged me. You were speaking my love language.”

“Baby, your initials have been carved into my heart for a long time. But you got it. What my kotyonok wants, she gets. Let me just line up a heart transplant. I’ll find a matching donor.”

She thought she could have married Killian, walk away from me. Forget about me. It left me feeling hollow. Unworthy. Unlovable.

Her smell made my head fuzzy. Her pain made my throat tight. Her smile made my heart fucking glow.

Fuck, this woman was everywhere. In my soul, my heart and mind. She was so deep beneath my skin that I’d never find my way out. Even worse, I didn’t want to find the way out. But the need to control her battled within me so strongly that a cold sweat drifted down my back. Losing control would lead to a full-blown obsession. Love was an obsession. Passion. Disaster. And I was well on my way to it.

that was a great idea! Win-win. I’d fuck her into oblivion, put a baby in her belly, and ruin everyone’s plans. Her and me, like Bonnie and Clyde. Without the death-by-gunfire part, of course.

Jesus, who was crazier here? Sasha because he was psychotic or me because I loved his crazy?

“Your blood is mine,” he claimed, the look of pure obsession in his eyes. “Your body is mine. Your soul is mine. You’re all mine, kotyonok.”

“Mine,” he rumbled, sending shivers down my spine. “And I’ll kill them all if they try to take you.” Sasha Nikolaev marked me—body and soul.

“I promise, my insatiable kotyonok.”

The gaze of rainy clouds met mine and pulled on my heart. It was in that very moment, that very fucking moment, I realized I loved this woman. It wasn’t the sweet kind of love. Or gentle. It was the burning kind that would tear down the world and everyone in it if she left me.

She didn’t love me. Just like Mama didn’t love me. Like Papa didn’t love Mama. Branka doesn’t love me.

I love you

She might not love me, but she desired me. I’d use that and make her love me. I just needed time.

She stood in front of me, naked and beautiful. Like a fucking goddess. My goddess.

“Vozroditsya.” When she blinked, I explained. “Reborn. You’re my rebirth. I’ve waited for you for a long time, kotyonok.”

It was me and him, and in this very moment, nothing else mattered.

I pushed against his fingers, urging him to finger-fuck me. Tongue-fuck me. Anything, as long as he fucked me.

“You chase my ghosts away, kotyonok. I’m going to kill yours.” It was such a Sasha Nikolaev statement. The most romantic thing I had heard.

Every day with her was a bliss. I’d lost count of how many times I’d taken her. Each time it was different. Better than the last time. But much to my surprise, kissing her was my favorite.

The balcony from which my mother took her own life no longer reminded me of that fateful day. Now it reminded me of Branka’s moans. The night before, I bent her over the rail and pounded into her like my life depended on it.

Decades of BDSM and it took a virgin to send it all to hell.

My heartbeat paused, watching her. If she asked me to let her go, I didn’t think I could. I wasn’t that strong.

And me, I was so deep into her that even the word “love” faded in comparison.

I cupped her cheek and pressed a kiss on the tip of her nose.

“That sounds painful,” she said half-teasingly. “And a waste of a really good dick.” A smile graced my lips. At least she loved my dick.

She was so beautiful, it fucking hurt to look at her. I wanted her to see herself the way I saw her. Perfect. Every. Goddamn. Inch. She was just perfect.

She licked her lips, then glanced up at me. “Y-you are so beautiful.” If I died right now, I’d die happy. With her eyes watching me like I was her whole world. My heart pounded hard, the adrenaline rushing through my veins. This was better than the chase, more satisfying than killing the scum on this earth.