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"Sasha." There's panic in Vigo's voice. I don't know if it's because our plan changed or he's worried about Sasha. "They want her to marry Dmitri."
“Who?”
“Xerxes has planned this all along,” Vigo almost growled as he spoke.
The asshole.I almost break the phone in anger. Xerxes plans to abandon Sasha for his freedom from the Bratva! The organization wants a hostage before allowing him to retire, and he’s giving them his daughter. Marrying Dmitri Fador will be Sasha’s death, and Xerxes knows that.
Xerxes has begun laundering his money through Sasha. The marriage will only be his cover, so the Bratva will not go after his clean money. But once the Fadors realize Sasha doesn’t have enough security with her, they can murder her.
Dmitri Fador.He’s the son and heir of Dominik Fador, who'll become my boss once I enter the organization. I researched him, and we had a lot in common. We enjoy kinky sex, but he's rougher and more depraved. I got into this lifestyle because of my revenge. Dmitri does it because he enjoys being the superior one.
If Dmitri marries Sasha, I bet he won't kill her quickly. He would want to play with her. The man doesn't care about a woman's size, either. All he cares about is that she can handle the pain he inflicts. I can't let him marry Sasha. Dmitri is more savage than me. I can't make her his slave. He can make her suffer more than me. Also...
Sasha is mine until she chooses death.
“You want to kill Xerxes and take your Papa’s seat in the Bratva? Marry Sasha now and keep her with you," Vigo tells me.
His suggestion induces doubt in me. Are the Fadors interested in Sasha, or is Vigo putting pressure on me? But he knows that Sasha won't be as safe if I marry her. Is he that confident Sasha can make me fall for her?
“Is that Professor Mallows?” Sasha whispers while stepping out of the room.
Everything around me suddenly stops as I become mesmerized by her magnificence. She wears one of my shirts, and it almost hugs her figure. The short, curved hem emphasizes her wide hips and smooth legs.
“Did I get you into trouble?” Sasha follows.
“Anytime, Professor,” I pretend, and Vigo hangs up. “Thank you.”
Sasha raises her eyebrows, waiting for my reply. I give her a sign to come closer. I drool while looking at her thighs and chuckle while remembering how soft they were while my hips rub against them. Sasha shrieks when I pull her and gently push her to the counter. She sucks her lips in and avoids my eyes. Her cheeks turn pink, making her beauty radiate and mesmerizing. How can this happen?
She was the most flawed woman for me from the first time I knew of her existence. I call Sashafatsobecause she has a bigger frame than other women. Her figure doesn't deserve the beauty she has. She's the daughter of the man who massacred my family. My tragedy gave her protection, a happy home, and every good thing about life. A woman of her background should not have an angelic face. It's unfair and unforgivable. I need to punish her along with her father.
I've watched and studied her. I know almost everything I should know about her - her favorites, facial expressions, hobbies, and how she sneezes like a tiny rabbit. But no amount of information prepared me for seeing her personally.
She is more than I expected. Sasha's size adds charm to her beauty. She matches her angelic face with a sincere heart. She's still the daughter of the man who killed my parents. But… I don’t think I need to punish her. No. I want to punish her, but in a different way.
I scan her body and smile. Her body can take a good whipping. Sasha has good pain tolerance, too. I tried to be gentle with her, but I couldn't help but become hard on her towards the end, but she held her cries well and didn't cry or beg for me to stop. Her patience is acceptable, but she had a problem controlling her orgasm. Sasha was a virgin, so it was understandable. I can always train her and enjoy punishing her while at it.
"What are you thinking?" Sasha asks under a controlled giggle. "Naughty thoughts, huh?"
"Who wouldn't after last night?" Her face turns rosier after my reply. Sasha tries to push me, but I block her hand and hold it tight instead. She freezes and looks straight into my eyes. I lean closer to her; she parts her lips, anticipating a kiss. I hold back my chuckle and whisper, "Professor Mallows wants me to do some maintenance checks on the house before they come on Sunday. We have the whole house for the next two days. If you want to stay?”
"Two days? But wasn't I…?"
“You were great,” I can tell she’s worried about how she satisfied me last night.
Sasha wasn't as wild as the other women I fucked – yet – but I'll soon teach her to blossom into one. I need her to be crazy about sex first. I wrap my arms around her waist and pull her hips against mine; our crotches bump against each other.
"That's why I hope you'll stay. We can…" I kiss Sasha's lips and add, "talk to know each other and do everything all over again."
Sasha blushes again and avoids looking at me. I hold her face and level it with mine. I raise my eyebrows at her, asking if she will stay. She shows a meek smile before answering me with a nod.Perfect.I'll turn her into a wildflower by then.
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Sasha
What is it with Gabriel? I've always lived with calculating the consequences of my decisions and actions. And most often, the possible negative outcome scares me more than the positive one excites me. Hence, I control my impulsiveness and suppress my wild side. But yesterday, Gabriel breached my barriers within just a day of meeting him. He pushed me out of my box and turned me into somebody I didn't know. I never thought taking risks would be this exciting!
"Do you know the best-truth game?" Gabriel asks. He is yet to pull his face away from mine. His lips brush mine while he speaks; his breath blows into my mouth and spreads heat and desire all over my nerves. "We can play that."
