AllFreeNovel
Share Us
I dig into the other containers, unconcerned with his whereabouts for the moment.There’s a foil-wrapped piroshki that tastes better than my mother’s, though I’ll never admit that out loud.By the time I’m stuffed, my energy has waned and the exhaustion of the day returns.I glance around for my messenger bag and find it on a table by the couch.
Slipping off the stool, I rush over to check for my phone.I need to make sure Dad got home in one piece.Plus, Mom will be worried if I don’t call, considering she still thinks I’m heading out of town.I also need to message Lucy.She’ll freak out if I don’t show up at her house in the next hour.
“Looking for this?”
I jump at Sasha’s voice and turn.He’s only wearing low slung sweatpants, and water glistens on his skin, drawing my attention downward.Shadows form obvious creases and valleys between his spread legs which does nothing to hide the bulge between them.His broad chest is covered in tattoos that appear to tell a story.I shake my head to focus.There’s a smirk on his face as he holds up my phone between two fingers.
“Yes, actually.I need to check on my mom, and my friend is expecting me to be at her house at any time.”I wrap my arms back around my middle, insecure under his gaze.
“I am sure your father will have filled her in.”He steps down into the living room.
“How do I know you didn’t have your goons finish him off?”I bite my bottom lip again.
He crosses the distance between us and rubs his thumb across it.“Don’t do that, solnishko.”
I release the breath I’m holding as I stare up into his eyes.
“Ilya and Yuri follow orders, unlike your father.”He hands me my phone and brushes a lock of my hair back.
The gesture somehow encourages me to believe him.Then he palms my nape again and pulls me to him.His grip is like a collar of sorts, although I’m strangely compelled to go along with it.I step closer and breathe in his dark, spicy scent.After his shower, there’s no longer any evidence of our deli encounter.
“Call your mother and your friend, but do not tell either of them about our arrangement.”He leans his forehead against mine and his accent grows thicker with each word.
I nod.“Okay.”
“Natalya,” he warns with a gentle squeeze of my neck, as though he doesn’t believe me.
My nose is practically butting up against his.I lick my lips and freeze because my tongue touches him, swiping a droplet of water into my mouth.A low rumble comes from his chest.I try to step away but he squeezes my neck ever so slightly tighter.I swallow, and his thick fingers work up and down my throat.His hand is big enough to circle it.The sensation of being owned, controlled, and subdued by him makes me flush under his grip.
“I promise, I won’t say anything.Just please don’t hurt my family or my friend.”
“Make your calls.”
Turning my back on him for some privacy, I call my mom first.I hate lying to her about still going on the weekend trip.Next, I open the messaging app.Lucy’s already messaged me a few times excited for the weekend that isn’t going to happen, for me at least.She’s gushed about Ben and how the cabin is set up and maybe things will click between him and me.Maybe I’ll finally lose my v-card.Which isn’t far off from my current circumstance.
I craft a message quickly not wanting to get Sasha angry.I hit send and peer up into his expectant face.
“What did you tell her?”
“That I had a new boyfriend and he wouldn’t like it if I went with them.”
His face morphs into a sinister grin.“Good girl.”
Chapter4
Sasha
Boyfriend.Such a juvenile term, and yet I enjoy how it sounds coming from Natalya’s lips.Lips I’d pictured wrapped around my cock as I stroked it in the shower.I hadn’t lied.Idon’tfuck scared little girls.Although I have no qualms about killing someone—including her father—with a single command and without an ounce of guilt, I have no desire for my solnishko to fear me.Which means patience and a cold shower with only my hand to give me release.For the moment anyway.
I sense Natalya’s weariness—I’m sure from the adrenaline crash—and settle onto the couch.“Come, sit with me.”
She hesitates and bites her lower lip again, a sign of how nervous she is.I don’t repeat myself—merely keep my eyes on her—but rather wait until she makes the right decision on her own.When I don’t force the issue, she takes slow steps forward, setting her phone down on the table first, until she stands in front of me.I reach for her hand and instead of drawing her down beside me, I tug her onto my lap.
“What are you doing?Let me up.”Natalya wiggles and pushes against me.
I merely wrap my arms around her and hold her until she settles, all while trying to control my hardening cock.I do a terrible job, because with one more move it slips between her legs.She freezes and stares at me wide-eyed.
“Have you finished?”
