“Baby girl, Konstantin lives in extremes. Violence and loyalty. He doesn’t know about any middle ground,” she warned. “If he’s starting to treat you like his, however sporadic, it only means one thing.”
“And what would that be?”
“A choice, Alina,” she answered. “You’ll have to decide if you can handle this world.”
Liza knew what she was saying. She knew about my going back to Russia because I didn’t want to have anything to do with the Bratva world. I had been living in her house, after all.
“This means you’re no longer an outsider but a very important part of this system,” she told me.
Can I handle that?
Do I even want to?
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My conversation with Liza replayed in my head later that night. Still, I was none the wiser about what to do or what decision to make. My warm bath did nothing to clear my head. So I took one of the classical novels from the library and brought it to the room.
“Come in,” I said as a knock sounded on my door. I stood to drop the overturned book on the dresser table.
Konstantin walked into my room and stood just a few feet from the door, his eyes on me. He didn’t bring dinner or anything else with him. I stood, unmoving, by the dresser as he watched me breathe.
He didn’t give me any explanation about who was behind the attack. He didn’t apologize for kissing or touching me. He just…stood.
Still raw from my sleeplessness and the adrenaline his presence filled me with, I decided to take matters into my own hands. I crossed the distance between us and felt him stiffen against me as my hands tore his shirt apart.
With my palms fast on his hard, naked chest, I looked up to him and told him, “I don’t want to think anymore.”
I had barely finished speaking before his lips captured mine in a heated kiss. I took off his shirt completely, and his hands grabbed my waist, pulling me into him. My hands went around his neck as he kneaded my ass through my pajama pants, making him groan into the kiss. His tongue dove into my mouth, and my hands explored the expanse of his back.
He started moving, leading me towards the bed without breaking the kiss. He lifted me off the floor, and my legs wrapped around him instinctually. When my back landed on the bed, he broke the kiss, his knees digging into the soft mattress on either side of my legs.
He didn’t move or say anything for a moment. He just looked down at me, blinking softly like he was trying to capture something on my face. Then he was on me again, kissing me senseless as he undid the buttons on my silk pajama shirt. I sat up, and he took it off, tossing it to the floor by the bed. My back was on the bed again as his mouth attacked my breasts and his fingers flicked my nipples, making me arch my back in pleasure.
He got off the bed, and his pants and boxers were on the floor in a second, followed by my pajama pants and soaking wetpanties. I pursed my lips as my eyes landed on the thick, veined manhood that I was about to take in. His eyes followed mine, and a small smirk appeared on his face.
Of course, he knows what I’m thinking.
He was back on the bed again, parting my legs with his hands. He blew on my core, and my legs threatened to snap shut as I sighed, but his hands stopped them from closing.
The heat of his mouth covered my core, and I moaned. He was sucking my clit and eating me out the next second like a man starved. My body writhed on the bed as I struggled to stay still. I came in a rush, moaning his name loudly.
He came up, licking his lips before bringing them to mine again.
He reached down and lined his cock up at my entrance, making me suck in a breath. Then he slid into me until he filled me, putting his weight on his hands beside me on the bed. He didn’t waste any time. He powered into me, each thrust making waves of sweet pleasure wash over me. He dropped random kisses on my lips, neck, and breasts as he pounded into me faster.
His groan reverberated through the room as he came. He kept moving as I climaxed, calling out his name.
When he collapsed beside me, our panting was all we could hear in the room.
As our breath slowed, his deep voice broke the silence.
“Did I hurt you? Are you okay?”
I kept my eyes on the ceiling and resisted the urge to look to my side, not wanting to see the tender and caring expression that went with the voice.
“You didn’t. I'm fine,” I answered, my voice low. “And you?”
“From this?” he inquired, a low laugh emanating from him.
