Sasha (Belles & Mobsters, #6)

by Eva Winners

My little kotyonok enjoyed this as much as me. She pressed her thighs, rubbing them together.

“Relax,” I rasped. “You’re doing so good, love. So fucking good.”

“Do. Not. Touch. Yourself.” My voice was harsh. My control was gone. “That pussy is mine. Only my hand will make you come.”

She looked like a fallen virgin. A totally ruined virgin that didn’t seem to mind sinning with Satan's spawn.

She sighed into my mouth like I had just given her pleasure when it was her that had given me the blowjob of my life.

I traced it, feeling my throat squeeze. He tattooed my bite mark onto his skin, I thought to myself giddily.

He kissed me, slow and deep, different from the rough way he fucked me earlier. My thighs parted, welcoming him back inside me. This time his thrusts were deep and slow, like he wanted to savor the moment for as long as he could.

Alessio: I want my sister back. Unharmed. Untouched. You psychotic fucking ass. Me: Your love notes make me cry. Don’t worry about your sister. She’s safe and no longer your concern.

“Ya tebya lyublyu, kotyonok,” I whispered into her ear. It was the first time I said “I love you” to a woman. Any woman.

He smiled, amused, and my mouth just about dropped. Holy mother of God. It was like being blinded by the sun. His sex appeal was overwhelming.

“Wrong, kotyonok. You are my everything. You’re upset, we’ll talk it out. You’re mad, we’ll cool you off and then we’ll talk it out.”

She dismissed me like I was nothing to her. I’d burn down this world for her and she treated this thing between us like it was just sex. I’d give my life just to hear her say she loved me. Once.

“What?” I drawled lazily, although my anger simmered under my skin. “Tell your brother? Carve my heart out.” She stilled. “You already stole my heart. Tattooed your goddamn initials on it. Do your worst, kotyonok.”

“It was that strong woman I fell in love with. It was that strong woman I wanted for my own.”

“Kotyonok, I am so far past the love phase, it’s not even funny. You are my life. You are my breath. You are my everything. I waited seven years. I wanted you to come into your own before I pulled you into my madness. I can’t wait anymore.”

“Fuck space. Fuck time. You and me, Branka… we make sense. Together. I don’t want to waste another second on space and time.” I pressed my mouth against hers and her body melted into me. “Think while you’re in my arms. Just don’t leave me.”

“Forget your head, kotyonok. Forget your reason. This is for us. Just listen to your heart and then tell me whether you can picture us growing old together. Because I can. I love you, Branka Russo. All your perfections and imperfections are mine. Just like mine are all yours.”

I told Killian there was a man I had fallen for who was history to me. Sasha was my past, present, and future.

“Don’t ever fucking leave me, kotyonok,” he murmured against my lips. “Never,” I croaked. “I’ll never leave you.”

“Say you love me again,” he demanded, his voice hoarse. “I love you, Sasha Nikolaev.” A smile pulled on his lips and my heart fluttered in my chest, leaving me feeling raw.

“I’m going to fuck you missionary.” Oh my God. He nipped my earlobe, skimming down my throat. “It’s your favorite position, isn’t it?”

“My kotyonok.” Two rough words murmured against my lips. “My love.” He traced a finger across my cheek as blush stained my cheeks. “You even try and retract your love and I’ll tie you to my bed, feed you, and fuck you until you change your mind,”

“What if it ruins my hoo-ha?” I asked out of nowhere. “I just started having sex. I’m going to need it for a long time.” His features relaxed, then went blank, before he exploded with laughter. He lowered to a crouch and reached for the buckle on my ankles releasing me. “I promise, I’ll keep your hoo-ha safe,” he vowed.

I loved my brother, but if it came down to Sasha or my brother, as much as I hated to choose, I’d always choose Sasha.

“Kotyonok,” I growled. “You will never do that again. Ever!” She blinked confused. “No, I’m not okay. Seeing you shot, blood all over you, it’s the worst kind of pain.” I shot to my feet and leaned over her bed, taking her face gently between my palms. “You do not take a bullet for me. I take a bullet for you.” I pushed on my chest. “Me. Never you.”

I knew, without an ounce of doubt, that Sasha would always treat me right. He loved me. He waited for me. There was nobody else for me.

Satan’s spawn became my angel.

I leaned over and kissed him. I loved kissing him. I loved feeling his hard body against my soft one. I loved him. Period.

“I love you, kotyonok.” God, he was so much more than that psychotic mobster I thought him to be. “I love you too, husband.”

It turned out, I carved my initials into Sasha Nikolaev after all.