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“Then take it,” Kira hissed back, surprised at her own audacity.
Luka put a hand on her back and pressed forward, urging her to lean against the shower wall for stability. Kira held her breath, hardly able to believe what was happening. She was a virgin who had lived a long time in her dirty thoughts, and now it was becoming so real. Kira wasn’t afraid. She was tired of waiting. She pushed back against him as Luka lined up the head of his cock at her juicy opening. She spread her legs a little wider apart and Luka began to push inside of her, barely inch by inch. Kira’s head was filled with bursting bright lights. Her pulse quickened. Her body trembled as Luka’s cock pushed her open. She blossomed for him, letting him shove his cock deeper and deeper until he was fully sheathed.
“Mmm, good girl,” Luka said in a low, husky tone. “Stay right there for me.”
“Yes, sir,” Kira answered breathlessly between slight stinging and pings of pleasure.
Luka reared back, his cock sliding almost all the way out of her pussy before he slammed all the way back in, hard. Kira cried out as his shaft hit against some thin wall inside of her. His hand slipped around to massage her clit while he rocked against that tight wall. Kira dropped her head back and Luka leaned forward to kiss her sloppily while he fucked her from behind. Shocks of pleasure edged with delicious pain and friction rolled down Kira’s body. She pressed back into him to meet his thrusts as they became more erratic. Luka was losing control now, pumping into her like a perfect little sex doll. Kira could only brace herself against the shower wall and hope she didn’t black out from the overwhelming pleasure.
“Fuck yes,” Luka grunted. “You’re so tight. Feels so fucking good.”
“Harder,” Kira whimpered. “More.”
“That’s my girl,” he growled back, sliding one hand around to loosely grip her throat. It was only the faintest of choking sensations, but it amplified Kira’s bliss tenfold.
She gasped and moaned, losing herself to the pounding rhythm. Luka’s balls slapped wetly against her as he slammed into her g-spot from behind. He smacked her ass hard and Kira cried out, her legs going weak as she hovered on the brink. Luka tightened his grip of her throat and began to circle her clit faster and harder. Kira’s eyes burned with hot tears, her body going limp in his arms. Her pussy gushed hot, slick honey and Luka pounded into her a few more times before he lost it himself. With a deep, guttural groan, Luka pushed hard inside of her and emptied his seed. Kira’s folds pulsated around him, eking out every precious drop. They moaned and gasped together, clinging to one another.
Luka stayed inside of her for a few moments, then slowly withdrew. Kira whimpered at the absence of his cock; even in the shivers of bliss, she wanted him again already. She needed him to fill her up, make her whole. She knew without a shred of doubt that she was addicted now. One taste was all it took. She would never be the same again.
CHAPTER15
LUKA
Only the thinnestsliver of a moon glowed between shifting clouds over the ghost town in the Nevada desert. Under cover of darkness packs of coyotes roamed in the distance, their yips echoing eerily off the crags and boulders of the landscape. Scorpions skittered over the sand in their nocturnal hunt for prey. It was a world only creatures of the night could hope to fathom. There was no source of light to illuminate the ruined remains of the ghost town.
And yet, Luka stood outside of the rundown farmhouse in the center of the old town, nearly invisible to the naked eye in his head-to-toe, well-fitted black tactical gear. Like so many of the wild beasts stalking the desert, Luka blended into the shadows. He had his muscular arms folded over his chest, his pale eyes shrewdly overseeing the operations for the evening through a pair of black night vision goggles. The world around him was cast in ghostly shades of green and shadowy darkness. There were the slouching, fallen-in buildings and the occasional snake sidewinding among them. Standing in front of Luka were two other men, both subordinates to the lead enforcer. They, too, wore all black and night-vision goggles. It was their first time sporting the new higher-level gear.
Over the course of a few months, he had embarked on an intensive training program for a slew of brand-new would-be enforcers for the Sokolov crime family. The trials were designed to put these wannabes to the test, push them out of their comfort zone, and force them to triumph under pressure. They were driven hard and given little respite. They worked under sleep deprivation, often without much sustenance, and asked to do perilous things they had likely never done before.
At least, not with someone like Luka looming over them, scrutinizing their every move. It took extensive vetting to select a group to begin with, and many of them would be eliminated from the process for various reasons by the end of it. Luka saw the majority of his fledgling enforcers fall short of the steep expectations, whether they were physically, mentally, financially, or criminally unfit for the post. These men had to be tough as nails and willing to dole out brutal punishments. They had to be prepared to ruin or even take lives. They needed to be able to stand in the edge of the limelight without needing to claim it for themselves and blend into a crowd if necessary. On top of that, they had to be content with the grueling schedule, physical demands, and ever-present danger that lurked around every corner. There were no flashy heroes here, just earnest soldiers ready to do whatever it took to protect their charge.
Even though he had spent a long time at the top now, Luka could still remember what it felt like to stand in his subordinates’ shoes. He was once a mere trainee, too, just hoping to make it through the next trial. But Luka had trained under an extra degree of pressure—his father had been the one to teach him the trade. Damir, his father, worked as lead enforcer for Mikhail’s father, Vasili, before his demise. Far from receiving special treatment, Luka was under greater scrutiny. Luka’s success or failure reflected not only his own worth, but impacted Damir’s reputation, as well. It was vital for Damir to mold Luka into the perfect soldier to carry on his legacy of protecting the Sokolov crime family. He was much more likely to severely punish Luka and make an example of him than go easy on him.
As Luka stood in the dusty, dark ghost town, it still felt like just yesterday that he had been out in the desert for a totally different mission. He remembered standing in the windy dunes in the blazing hot sun, flanked by two other would-be enforcers. His father Damir had still been a proud, intimidating brute of a man with bulging muscles and too many scars to count. He had worn the traditional all-black ensemble and a utility belt outfitted with various blades and firearms. He’d had graying dark hair swept back from his high forehead and a face creased with age and hard labor. He’d paced back and forth in front of the young men with a cold, steely glare.
At the time, Luka had been only sixteen years old, but he had been training with his father for nearly a decade. Of course, those earliest missions were much simpler; just tagging along with his father in the car, learning how to track a target, taking notes, becoming more observant. Damir also pushed Luka to build his strength from a very young age. Luka had been running drills, lifting weights, and learning how to handle weapons for longer than he could remember. By sixteen, he had been deeply entrenched in the enforcer lifestyle. He’d continually proven himself not only worthy, but exemplary among his peers. Damir had pushed him relentlessly, and it was paying off. There had been much talk about the big shoes Luka had to fill and whether he was ready for it.
That particular day, Luka and his two fellow trainees had been brought out to the desert with very little explanation. That was on purpose; it was important for a potential enforcer to be able to change plans on a dime. He had to always be ready for action. No hesitation when running into a dangerous situation.
Luka had eagerly hung on his father’s every word.
“You may be wondering why you’re here in the desert today,” he’d begun in his rasping voice. “The mission is simple: I will release the prisoner and you will chase him down.”
Luka and the other guys had looked at each other, sizing up the competition. Luka had been the youngest, but not by much. All three had been teenagers who longed for glory.
They’d watched Damir stroll over to the white van they had driven out to the desert. He’d opened the back doors and dragged out a bound captive who was whimpering around his gag. Damir had ripped the bindings from his eyes, and the man had squinted in the bright desert sun. Damir ad thrown him to the ground, and the man had scrambled to stand up with his arms tied. He’d immediately taken off running away from the little group. Luka still recalled the intense urge to chase him, the instinct to hunt him down like a wolf.
“That’s a police informant,” Damir had said. “He’s been selling off Sokolov secrets for his own benefit. Another term for an informant is a goddamn traitor. What do traitors get?”
“Punished,” all three young men had said in unison.
“That’s right. And his cop buddies won’t help him out here. Let’s show him how the Bratva lays down the law. The first trainee to incapacitate the target will achieve the honor of drawing first blood,” Damir had said with a wry smile. “Go!”
Luka had turned on his heel and bolted across the desert, feeling the resistance of sand under his boots. It was a hell of a workout, chasing down a target in the unforgiving Nevada sunshine. But the boys had been spurred on by the promise of violence and glory, all desperate to get Damir’s approval and, by extension, acknowledgement by the Pakhan at the time, Vasili. Luka had run as fast as his legs would carry him, quickly outpacing one of the guys. But the other had managed to sprint just ahead of Luka. He’d tackled the incoherent target to the ground seconds before Luka skidded to a stop beside them.
Luka had instantly felt the ache of his father’s disapproval. He’d wanted to win that race so badly. But he could only stand aside while Damir applauded his competitor. As promised, Damir had offered the young man a shot at drawing first blood. So far, the boys had kept their hands clean of any true misery. But now the young man had been reluctant. The target hadn’t been just a faceless dummy but a weeping human being. He’d begged for mercy.
When the young man had frozen up, unable to actually inflict pain on the captive, Damir had sighed angrily. “You disappoint me, boy. Your speed is no good to me if you can’t follow through.” He’d turned to his son and shouted, “Luka!”
