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.”

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.

“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.”

“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.”

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.

“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.

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

I chuckled. “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.”

“You are not a mistake. You are my passion. My obsession. Someone I can’t live without.” My heart thundered and blood buzzed in my ears. “Don’t ask me to live without you because that is the one thing I can’t give you. Your freedom.”