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“Ilya, will you give me a special birthday present?” She’s wearing a cute pair of tan shorts with a plain white tee and the diamond snowflake necklace I bought for her when she visited us in Russia two years ago.
“What kind of present?” I wondered what her father couldn’t get his hands on, or maybe he had already said no. There wasn’t anything he wouldn’t do for her, so why would she ask me?
“I want you to kiss me.” Fuck. That’s something she wouldn’t ask him for.
“Nyet.” My answer was quick, and she frowned like she was going to cry.
“Why not?” she asked, looking up at me with eyes that could make any man crumble, but I wasn’t born yesterday, and I wanted to live to see tomorrow.
I attempted to let her down gently. “You are too young.”
Perhaps I let her down too gently because her sadness faded and wickedness crossed her expression. “You didn’t say you didn’t want to kiss me,” she purred, leaning over the kitchen island, dipping her chest forward and revealing her ample cleavage in my direction.
“I didn’t say I did, either. Leave me alone, little girl.”
I stormed away and went straight up to this guest bedroom.
Has she lost her mind? Seventeen. Just seventeen. A sexy, voluptuous, plump-lipped, smart-mouthed seventeen-year-old brat who needs to be taken over my knee. Still, she is too young for me. My cock isn’t in agreement. Since when do I care about laws? I care about her, though, and my godfather. Betraying him isn’t something I plan on doing.
I take a deep breath and remember that she’s not old enough yet. Raking my hand through my hair, I tug on thestrands, needing to clear my head, but all I can think about is getting my hands on Natalya. She’s not for consumption. Because if she was, I’d devour her from head to toe daily.
“Damn menace.”
When was she allowed to grow the fuck up and get tits?
Her father won’t let anyone approach her with an offer yet, but if I catch any fucker sniffing around, I’ll bury them before her father does. I’ve had eyes on her even before I knew it was more than this friendly love that I felt for her.
“Ilya, Ilya. Why are you hiding from me?” she calls out while I hide in the guest bedroom like a bloody coward. Her voice comes off in a sing-song tone, playfully teasing like the menace she has become.
Fuck. Does she have any idea what she’s doing to me? My dick sure knows, and he’s all ready to let her kiss whatever part of me she’d like. I’m not a saint, but that’s the one part of my life that I’ve kept clean. Now, this little brat wants me just to give in and to sin all up in her tiny holes. It’s not what she asked for, but I know that I couldn’t just stop at one kiss. Tasting her would break me.
“Come on, come out, Ilya. It’s just you and me. Everyone else is outside.” My cock swells in my gray slacks, stretching the expensive material, not something I could easily hide from anyone at the party—another reason I didn’t step outside and hid up here instead. If her father saw my huge knob ready and his little princess trailing after me, he’d probably choke me, godson or not.
“Natalya. Go back to the party now before they come looking for you,” I growl behind the wooden door. There’s a thinbarrier separating us and even thinner self-control, stopping me from forgetting whatever decency remains left in my bones.
“What are you afraid of? You’re a big Bratva man now.” She knows how to fucking push me.
I pop out from behind the door and drag her inside, slamming the bedroom door shut. Flipping the lock, I throw Natalya’s petite body against it with her back thudding the surface. With my arms framing her body and trapping her, I stare her down without a word for a minute. Our eyes are both pale blue, but her pupils are dilated. I wonder if those asshole friends down there have slipped her something, or if she’s so full of lust that she’s let go of all inhibitions. Soon, I’ll find out.
Her breathing is heavy, lustful, and yet there’s a hint of fear in her eyes. She’s bitten off more than she can chew, but she wants to challenge a man. A man who has become obsessed, aching to touch and taste this little feisty princess in front of me. So much so, I’d risk everything for a hit of her.
I grab her by the throat, holding her firmly and then lean in with my hips, letting her feel every inch of steel that she created. “Do you know what I could do to you, little girl? Right here, right now?”
“You wouldn’t.” Her voice shakes, proving she’s not ready for what she wants no matter how boldly she tossed out the words.
“Why not? You’re offering up your pussy so freely to me. I kill people, Princess. Do you think taking your sweet cunt a little sooner than planned would bother me?” She gasps, eyes blinking wildly.
“My father wouldn’t like it,” she stammers out as if I didn’t know that already. That thought may be the only thing holding me back. The devil on my shoulder doesn’t give a fuck about American or Russian laws. I’m not American, and we both know I skirt Russian laws all the damn time.
“Exactly, and yet, here you are throwing your hot little cunt in my face, demanding I fucking taste it, eat it, fuck it, breed it. Are you asking for it, knowing that I’ll have to go to war with your father over it? Ready to say goodbye to one of us or someone in the crossfire?” I say, letting my words have the effect I want them to have.
“Why are you so cruel?” she chokes.
I tilt her head and then run my nose down the edge of her jaw to the column of her slender throat. “Princess, you have no idea what cruelty is.” With a shift of my hips, I take my other hand and cup her sex, feeling her heat. Massaging the soft material that keeps me from her virginal hole, I hold back my own desire and keep all expression off my face.
As she grows wild, pleasure rising, I pull away. Then I quickly yank her off the door with a quick slap on her ass. “Don’t ever throw your pussy as a challenge at me again. Next time, I might not be as forgiving or law-abiding.”
I walk away from the girl who had stolen my heart even before I understood it. When my protective instincts turned into pure lust, I knew I had to stay away from her, and now she’s decided that isn’t something she’ll accept, forcing my hand.
