AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Enzo continuedto crawl toward me, taking every hit that kept knocking him back. I stood at a crossroads that made my heart ache. I could fuck this foul man and save us both, or we could fight an unwinnable battle. It wasn’t the first time—and most likely wouldn’t be the last time—I had to barter with my body.
“Bring her to my room,” Malchikov said to his men.
They pushed me toward the door, and I heard Enzo’s strained voice behind me. They led me down hallways until we reached a large wooden door with intricate inlay patterns. The men opened the door and dragged me inside. The bedroom was bigger than anything in either of our homes, and I gasped at the size of it. Expensive furniture and various trappings decorated the large space. The door closed behind me and made me jump. Malchikov’s hand landed on my ass, and he growled as he pulled me into him, pushing his men’s hands away. They backed off and blocked the door.
“I won’t fight you, so they don’t need to watch,” I said as I gestured toward the men.
“I don’t trust a woman like you.” He smirked as he brushed his hand through my hair. “You are a lioness, kotenok, and I know you would bite me.”
His gray eyes poured into mine, a shade close to the salt and pepper color of his hair. With his thin face and high cheekbones, he wasn’t an unattractive man, but he was still a vile one. He began to unbutton his dress shirt, the fabric spreading to reveal a taut and inked stomach. The words etched into his skin were faded with age and difficult to read. There were stars on his chest.
He pulled me into him as he yanked up my skirt, bunching it at my hips. His hand raced between my thighs and pried beneath my panties. Thoughts of Enzo ripped into my mind, causing guilt to twist my gut. As he slipped his fingers inside me, he unbuttoned his pants. He pushed me onto the bed, and the soft fabric caused goosebumps to rise on my back. He crawled between my legs, worked his zipper down, and pressed the heat of his cock against me. I felt numb as he kissed me, his lips spreading on mine, which remained tightly closed. He thrust inside me, and I let myself react for only a moment before I receded back into my mind. His thrusts were hurried but deep, sometimes grabbing me from within my head and dragging me to the surface as he took his frustration out on me. His intensity made my stomach tighten as pleasure crept into places it didn’t belong. His hand reached down and grabbed my ass, pulling me against him. The sounds of his body hitting mine were nauseatingly loud, radiating between my ears. I kept any moans deep within my throat as his breath rolled over the sweaty skin of my neck.
“Fuck, malyshka...” he growled against me as his thrusts slowed and became uneven. He reached down and gripped himself as he pulled out of me, painting me with the remnants of his excitement. Despite not wanting any of this, his receding cock still gave my body a moment of longing. He stood and pulled his pants up, buttoning them as he disappeared into the bathroom. Malchikov returned with a warm towel and allowed me to clean myself up. He reached out a hand to help me to my feet, but I only snatched my skirt into place as I glared at him.
“You may have been kind, but that doesn’t make this any less fucked up,” I said.
He wrapped his hand around my neck. “I always get what I want, malyshka.” After a fleeting kiss, he left the room without another word. The door closed and the reality of what had just happened weighed me down.
ChapterTwenty-Six
Enzo
Icouldn’t even look at Gia as her leg shook beside me, and she couldn’t bear to look at me, either. I was so angry that heat rose from my skin. The thoughts of her being fucked by another man nauseated me. I wasn’t mad at her. How could I be? We knew we had no other way out of that. Not alive, at least. The only person Iwasn’tmad at was her. I was pissed at Malchikov, Bullseye and, most importantly, myself. I shouldn’t have brought her.
“Gia?” I tried to get her attention by dropping my hand to her thigh, but she flinched and pushed me away.
During the silent drive home, she sniffled every so often, but she hid any tears from me. Her leg had stopped shaking by the time we pulled into the garage. Without looking back at me, she climbed out of the car and ran inside. I chased after her but crashed into the broad chest of Silvio.
“What the hell happened?” Silvio said in a gruff voice.
“Not now, Silvio.”
I tried to walk past him, but he grabbed my shoulder and pushed me toward the library. He slammed me against the wall the moment we stepped foot inside.
“What the hell happened?”
“The fucking Russians happened,” I snarled as I pushed him back. “This is why I don’t fuck with guns!”
“Everything was delivered fine, and the money came as agreed upon,” Silvio said with a shrug.
I grabbed his shoulders and lifted them by the fabric of his jacket. “Did you fucking know?”
“Know what?” Silvio asked with a callous grin.
I reared my arm back and punched him in the face, my hand sliding along his oily skin. “You fucking knew we were delivering to Malchikov, didn’t ya?”
Silvio faltered from the blow, touching his cheek with his hand as he chuckled at me. “Did you think I would just let you two be together? Like nothing? Like we haven’t been fighting for more than one lifetime?”
“Fuck you!” I shouted as I shoved him again.
“We found Lorenzo’s body, you know,” Silvio said with a cock of his eyebrow.
“So? Who the fuck cares about him? He’s nothing to me.”
“You wouldn’t know anything about how he died?” Silvio asked, a hint of accusation in his tone.
“Nah, ask one of the many enemies he created for himself. He was wanted citywide, Pops, and I told you not to bring him back in.” I stood tall, my muscles rigid.
