Beautiful Devil: A Dark Mafia Romance (Sinners and Saints Book 5), page 11
And I would do it again.
As he captured my mouth, I continued to fight the anger and hatred, but it was a losing battle. There was a difference in Kostya, his actions rougher than they’d been before. Even his mood seemed entirely different, as if he’d found out something damning about me. There was nothing to find. I was a nobody in the world of organized crime. Except for your father… As the kiss became a fevered moment, the passion between us burned so intensely that everything else in the room was blacked out.
He kissed me hungrily, sweeping his tongue inside my mouth. Every promise I’d made to myself about shutting him down failed and I kissed him back with the same intensity. As I wrapped my hands around his shoulders, arching my back, he removed his hand from my throat, fisting my hair at the scalp instead. There was nothing like the power of his hold or the feel of his cock grinding into my stomach.
Every sensation dazzling, my mind was as corrupted as my body, my needs shattering every angry thought. As he sucked on my tongue, I crawled my fingers down his sides, sliding the tips under his waistband. I longed to feel the weight of his cock in my hand, to pump the base as I created friction between my fingers. All the moments of shame I’d felt were driven away, replaced with nothing but the same desperate need he was exhibiting.
When he broke the intimate moment, dragging his tongue around my lips, I cried out as vibrations skittered down the back of my legs.
“You have no idea what you do to me,” he whispered, rolling his lips under my jaw to my earlobe. When he bit down, I raked my nails across his skin, sensing his desire only increasing. We were combustible, incapable of thinking clearly, but the delicious fire burning in my core refused to be denied.
After jerking back, he yanked the shirt over my head, tossing it aside. Then he tossed me in the center of the bed, immediately stalking toward it, a reminder that he was nothing but a predator. I had no time to recover before he was fully undressed, crawling over me, his expression carnal.
I was so wet, my body yearning for him that I reached out, still shaking even as I rolled my fingers over his shoulder. In response, he opened my thighs then thrust his cock past my swollen folds in one savage, rough plunge. Moaning, I writhed underneath him, my pussy muscles trying desperately to accept his huge girth. Almost instantly his shaft started to swell, filling me completely.
As he cupped both sides of my face, I wrapped one leg around him, continuing to dig my fingers into his skin. His hard stare remained as he fucked me, watching my ever changing expressions as the quick moment of pain morphed into a beautiful rhythm. His silence only aroused me even more, his eyes offering more expression than his words ever had.
I bucked against him, jerking up from the bed with every brutal thrust. When he rolled me over, forcing me to straddle him, I threw my head back, gasping several times as stars floated in front of my eyes. Everything about this moment was wrong, but nothing had ever felt so delicious yet filthy. My stomach remained tight as he cupped and squeezed my breasts, pinching my nipples between his fingers.
It was as if he knew exactly what he was doing to me, driving me to the point of madness. The pain was incredible, pushing me into a near frenzy as I rode him long and hard, no longer able to keep my eyes open. Only seconds later, I was shoved directly into a fiery orgasm, panting as the combination of agony and pleasure electrified every inch of skin. I threw my head back, my scream ragged.
He rolled me over again, rising onto his elbows as he rolled his hips forward. I clamped my hands around his sculpted forearms as he fucked me, unable to take my eyes off him. The man was even more insatiable, refusing to stop even as beads of sweat formed along his hairline. He couldn’t seem to get enough, but I couldn’t avoid the feeling he was punishing me.
For being my father’s daughter.
For not confessing various unknown truths.
For breaking an unknown code regarding his behavior.
Only as his body started to shake violently did I realize he was close to coming. When he threw his head back, issuing several guttural groans, I turned my head away, trying to catch my breath. His cock continued to pulse as he erupted deep inside, thickening even more than it had before. When he finally collapsed over me, the intensity of his explosive heat searing my skin, I closed my eyes tightly, the harsh reminder that I was just his captive and nothing more shoved aside.
Whatever this was, this incredible yet damning thing we shared, I was forced to realize there would be no turning back.
Unless I broke free of his tether soon.
As he rolled off me, cradling my body against his, I was no longer certain if I wanted to be free of his chains.
Kostya
The sharp knock on the door awakened me immediately. I hissed given the darkness, jerking my head up as I reached for my gun. Only then did I realize I’d left it in my study, my hunger so intense that I’d forgotten my usual protocol. I took several deep breaths, the sound of Emily’s breathing drawing my attention.
As I glanced over, my desire rushed to the surface again. I’d taken her several more times, leaving us both sore and exhausted, yet all I could think about was driving my cock inside once again. The insistent knock finally broke the mental tether. I crawled out of bed, taking a second to yank the sheet over her waist, brushing my hand down her back. Then I headed for the door, throwing it open.
“I’m sorry to interrupt you, sir,” one of my soldiers said from the darkness of the hallway.
“What is it?”
“Poachers. I thought you’d want to know.”
Fuck. This was the last goddamn thing I needed. “Where?”
“Near the sanctuary. Diego and several men are already on their way.”
They’d made it all the goddamn way to the sanctuary? Not a single person had ever made it more than a few hundred feet inside the property lines. “Are they detained?”
“Yes, sir.”
“And the goddamn animals?” I took several deep breaths.
“I’m sorry, sir. I don’t know.”
“When you come to me with an emergency, you need to be very clear about the details. Do you understand me?”
He seemed rattled then shook his head. “Yes, sir. It won’t happen again, sir.”
“Go. I’ll be right there.”
“Yes, sir.”
I quickly grabbed my jeans, throwing them on, yanking the same tee shirt into my hand before grabbing my boots, finishing dressing within seconds. It had been some time since I’d been forced to deal with assholes attempting to steal the livestock and other animals. After closing the door, I locked it. There was too much risk she would use this moment to try to regain control. I raced downstairs, immediately heading toward one of the bookshelves in my office. I felt under a shelf until I found the button leading to the location where I stored a good portion of my weapons and ammunition.
Then I grabbed my Ruger, waiting until the door slid open. I grabbed a semiautomatic rifle, slamming it on the small table then yanking boxes of ammunition down from one of the shelves. As I loaded both, pocketing two additional magazines, I couldn’t help but think the sudden appearance was damn coincidental. There wasn’t a single person in the area who didn’t know the farm was highly secured and protected. No one asked any questions, and few had ever tried to infiltrate the property.
Why the fuck now?
My anger swept into an entirely different level, my senses remaining prickled. I’d followed my instincts my entire life and had never been wrong. I raced out of the house, moving toward one of the four-wheel-drive trucks parked on the property. After jumping inside, placing the weapons on the passenger seat, I wasted no time started the engine, gunning it as soon as it turned over. The area the poachers had entered was rough terrain, the first accessible location after the tallest section of cliffs. While it was monitored, the dense forest and thorny underbrush also allowed the natural cover to provide an extra layer of security.
Or so I’d thought.
Unfortunately, just outside my property was a small unknown publicly accessible road, although other than my estate, there was only a single additional property on the route miles away. It was also not located on any map, which meant the sons of bitches had been told about its existence. That pissed me off as much as the fact they’d broken through the security system.
The sanctuary was only a mile from the house, which meant they’d made it through several check points without being noticed. That wasn’t acceptable.
I knew every inch of the property, including several shortcuts. As I made my way through the property, my anger only continued to rise. No one dared to fuck with my life and far too many people had been doing that as of late. I pressed down on the accelerator, pushing the truck as hard as it would go.
When I finally made it to the location where they’d been detained, I was seething. Five vehicles surrounded the three men, headlights pointed toward the assholes who’d been stripped of their clothing. It was amazing what could be found by what they were wearing. They were on their knees, their arms over their heads, Diego pacing the area. As soon as I jerked the truck to a stop, Diego headed in my direction. I yanked my weapon from the seat, sliding it behind my back into my waistband. The rifle wouldn’t be needed.
“How the fuck did they get in?” I barked as soon as he came without a hundred feet.
“The road. They managed to cut through the electric fence. Don’t ask me why the sensors didn’t go off.”
“Then they have a vehicle stashed somewhere. Find it. And you will figure out how they bypassed the goddamn sensors. That means they can go anywhere unchecked.”
Diego nodded. “Don’t worry. I already sent several of the men to hunt it down.”
I rubbed my jaw, darting another look in their direction. “The animals. Tell me about the animals.”
Diego’s face was pensive. “They’re fine. Santos stopped them before they had a chance to cross the lines, but one of them had a tranquilizer gun.”
Which meant they’d been planning on taking one or more.
After taking a deep breath, I nodded. “Why the hell didn’t the alarm sound?”
“I don’t know but I’m going to find out.”
“Do that. And fix it. Did they talk?”
“Not a word and there’s no ID on them.”
“The weapons?”
“The kind you can buy on any black market. No identifying marks or tags on their clothing either. They were wearing all black. No tattoos either. They could be anybody from anywhere.”
Which meant it wasn’t a random attack but a warning of some kind. They wouldn’t easily offer up any information and I wasn’t in the mood to waste the time needed to try to convince them to talk.
I stormed away, heading toward the three men. When I stood in front of them, I did what I could to curtail my rage, but it was impossible. I kicked one, backhanding the second, then dragged the third partially off the ground by his throat. “What the fuck are you doing on my property?”
There was no expression on his face, no fear in his eyes. I’d known many assailants as well as trained soldiers over the years. Those with no remorse, no conscience, and no family were the most qualified to work in organizations such as mine. However, there were other options, including specialized military operations. I knew them well. I would get zero from the three men. They’d been programmed to do a job, embracing death if necessary in order to follow their orders.
With their nationality uncertain, I yanked the second one up by the throat, hunkering down so I could look squarely in his eyes. “Quien te envoi?” After asking “Who sent you?” I glanced at the other two. There was zero reaction. “Chto ty zdes’ delayesh?” I asked in Russian. What are you doing here?
Once again, there was nothing but a blank expression, the man’s eyes not focusing on mine. I was finished with playing games. After taking a few steps back, I popped off three shots, walking away almost immediately.
My thoughts drifted to the various occurrences. There was a connection. I was certain of it. It was time to handle things differently.
“What do you want me to do with them?” Diego asked.
“Feed them to the lions.”
CHAPTER 8
Emily
“If you are taken, the person responsible will attempt to make you trust them. That could include in intimate ways. Just remember never to allow your guard to fall. He is the enemy. He is the attacker. You are the victim.”
As I floated up from sleep, my father’s voice and face quickly faded away instead of lingering as it had done before. I took several deep breaths, realizing I was no longer alone. I felt the heat of Kostya’s body nestled close to mine and realized he had his arm wrapped around my waist. I stared out the open door at the early morning light, able to hear the quiet roar of the ocean crashing against the rocks. I remained motionless, blinking several times as I studied the beautiful sky with crisscrossing colors. Then my mind started spinning out of control, avoiding the memory of our shared passion.
He’d left the bed after someone had knocked, the hard rapping awakening me. I’d played asleep, listening to the ugly conversation he’d had with some other man. Poachers? For the horses? It was possible he had a stable full of priceless creatures, perhaps racehorses. Nothing about the man would surprise me any longer. A strawberry farm? That was perhaps the most unusual legitimate business coverup I’d ever heard of.
I quickly glanced over my shoulder at the door. I’d been adventurous enough after he’d left to see if he’d left it open. Finding it locked had reinforced that I was nothing but his prisoner. After avoiding tears for the fifth time, I’d finally returned to a fitful sleep, only to sense his presence once again.
I’d watched him stripping off his clothes in the dark, ripping away the covers then shoving my legs up in order to feast on my pussy once again. The man was never satisfied, his hunger for me just another method of asserting his control. He’d given me hours of pleasure, which had only forced my mind to start shutting down as hate for myself replaced every other emotion. Now I felt nothing like the woman I used to know. I wasn’t certain if I’d ever be allowed to practice medicine again and it was just as painful as everything else.
I closed my eyes briefly, the urge to try to slip out just as strong as the night before. I had to know my boundaries, even if I was forced to endure his wrath.
There was something peaceful about that moment, but I forced my thoughts to return to what my father had taught me. How many drills had he forced me to endure? How many lectures had I faced after returning an hour or two late from some event with friends? I’d tuned out more than I should have, hating the time shared. If only I’d paid closer attention.
Shivering, I shifted slightly and as soon as I did, his fingers pressed against my stomach as he murmured in his sleep. I listened to his breathing for a full minute before trying to move away from his hold a second time. This time, he rolled over on his back. Very slowly I stood, turning around to face him. My God. The man was just as gorgeous when sleeping, his hair even more disheveled, several long locks resting in his eyes. I was shocked how much of an effect he’d already had on me in such a short period of time.
I knew why my father had mentioned an attacker using intimacy. I could understand why he’d been concerned, but the attraction we shared wasn’t some crazy syndrome. No. What was I thinking? I couldn’t help but reach down, gingerly easing the hair away in order for me to see his handsome face. While he seemed at peace, I gathered a sense that he was never truly peaceful, forced to remain on edge twenty-four hours a day.
I fisted my hand and turned around, noticing the tee shirt we’d shared back and forth. It was a silly reaction, but I grabbed it from the floor, pulling the cotton against my nose and inhaling his musky scent.
Then I noticed the spots of blood.
As I held it away from my face, the entire scene from when Eddie was murdered rushed into my mind. There were spots of blood covering it. All over. I pressed my hand across my mouth, uncertain if I was enraged or terrified. He’d killed the poachers. It was as simple as that. I couldn’t seem to stop shaking, allowing the shirt to slip through my fingers. The moment a glint of steel caught my eye, I realized he’d left his weapon on the dresser.
I twisted my head around to stare at him, confirming that he was still asleep before reaching for the gun. If I wrapped my hand around the barrel, there was no turning back from shifting from a captive he was trying to garner trust into an enemy that he would need to ultimately dispose of. There was no in-between in the dangerous game played in the world of organized crime. In their worlds, even friends were often shot in the head for no reason other than disrespect.
My pulse was rapid, my heart hammering against my chest. It was ridiculous to think that I could get away from him. All I would do is hasten my inevitable death, as well as my mother’s. And still, with the risk involved, I dared to pull it into my hand, the weight just as I’d remembered.
It had been some time since I’d held a weapon, a full year before I’d entered medical school. I’d made a vow to myself the day I walked into my first laboratory that I would replace a weapon with a stethoscope, saving lives instead of taking them. As I slowly twisted it in my hand, a sickening feeling shifted deep inside, pain tearing through me.
I was stronger than I’d given myself credit for. I could survive this. The weight of the gun was heavier than before, forcing me to make a choice.
The possible small reward wasn’t worth the risk of losing my mother. I would do anything he asked to avoid that happening. If he wanted my body, it was the least I could do in order to provide some protection for my mother.
But the man would never be able to steal my heart.
I eased the weapon down, keeping my shaking fingers against the cold hard steel, closing my eyes. Somehow, I would find the strength to endure this. While I’d witnessed a horrible crime, this was all about some piece of evidence that my father had taken to the grave with him. I had to figure a way to use that as an advantage. One day he’d make a mistake, leaving me off my leash. That’s when I would finally be able to escape.
