“Will you let me, Adriana?” he whispers against my skin.
“Yes.”
22
Mikhail
As the goddess bounces up and down on my cock, I lose my mind all over again.
Water splashes over our bodies and over the side of the hot tub as we have sex for the fourth time tonight.
I told myself when I first took her that I was using her for the distraction I’ve needed all day, but I knew it was a lie.
I also told myself I’d only have her once, but that was a lie, too, and I’m still lying to myself because I want her again.
I need her again, and yet I’m buried deep inside her.
I hate lies. I loathe them, so I’m not in the habit of lying to myself.
When I do, it’s always for a good reason. This is the first time it hasn’t been.
This is the first time I’ve allowed obsession to take me and make me reckless.
I’m buried to the hilt with her riding me with her gorgeous tits bouncing in my face, and still I’m greedy to take more than I can get. More than what she’s giving me. More than what she wants to give me.
Her mind and her heart. She said I broke her soul. I don’t think I did, though, because I can still feel it. That’s what’s hooking me and luring me to her.
There’s a light in her eyes, a fight to survive that draws me in.
It’s something I never expected to see in her.
Maybe I looked too deep, deeper than I was supposed to, and listened too carefully to the voice that was telling me to pay attention.
I fucking am, and I can’t stop touching her. I can’t stop trying to take more.
That is the thing that’s kept me distracted by her for the last few hours while I’ve digested the intel I learned today and waited for my men to get Tony.
I went to work after I met with Eric and tried my best to focus on what I should be doing next. Warning my family is the first obvious thing, but I need more information. I need to be able to give them some direction of who we should suspect if there’s a fucking rat amongst us.
And to add to the shit, I need to think of her, too.
If the problem is still at large, she’s in danger for being with me. She is the key to the Alvarez Cartel. Another bastard just like me will know that. He’ll try to take her from me, and I can’t allow that.
Not when I want her.
She moans as she comes hard, and I cup the back of her head to drink in the glorious sound I want to steal.
She kisses me back, and I love her submission to my dominance. She’s not fighting anymore, and it doesn’t look like she wants to. She’s under the same fucking spell that holds me, and I don’t want the enchantment to break.
We move from the hot tub back to the bed, where I take more, and she gives it to me.
We take until we’re drunk on greed and can’t move. I have no idea what time it is, but I’m not tired, and neither is she.
She lies in my arms pressed up against me like we’re lovers and this is how we usually end our night. I have the lamp on so I can see her, and she can see me.
Her head is resting on my chest, but I can tell she’s looking at my knuckles, at my tattoos.
In my world, you’re not fully part of the Bratva unless you’ve done time. I did four years of my twenty-five-year sentence for murder at Southport Correctional Facility.
