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I give a soft laugh and then reach down to stop her curious fingers from sliding into my boxers. I’m only human, and there’s no way in hell I’ll be able to resist her if she wraps her hand around me. I distract her by running my tongue over her nipple. It works. Both her hands reach for my head as she threads her fingers in my hair. What was supposed to be a distraction for her, turns into an inner battle for me that borders on cruel and unusual punishment.
Her body writhes beneath mine as she tightens her legs around my waist and grinds against me with absolutely no regard for my sanity. I know what she’s doing, and I’m helpless to stop her. It’s not the first time she’s brought herself to orgasm by rubbing against me, and I very much doubt it’ll be the last. With her soft moans in my ear and my mouth full of her perfect breast, I rock against her, sliding my hard length along where she needs it most. It never fails to make her squirm, and now is no exception.
I lose myself in her, wanting to make her feel good, wanting to show her how damn much I love her and care about her. I don’t care if it kills me; I just want to give her as much pleasure as possible.
When she comes, she buries her face against my neck, moaning my name as her body trembles beneath mine, and I grit my teeth to not join her. I work her through the orgasm, flooding her body with pleasure until the aftershocks fade away and she becomes so tender that she starts to squirm to protect her overly sensitive clit.
“How long are you going to make me wait?”
I smile and kiss my way to her lips. “I did just make you come,” I point out.
“But I want you, all of you, and I want to give all of myself to you.”
Cupping her face, I kiss her gently and say the words that will soon haunt me. “We have all the time in the world,malishka.”
I roll over and pull her against me. She snuggles closer, letting out a soft sigh before resting her hand on my chest and her head on my shoulder.One of her legs is hiked over mine, and I smile at how perfectly we fit together. I hold her tighter and kiss her head.
“I love you,” I whisper, “and I’m going to marry you and we’re going to have a family one day.” My fingers run through her dark hair. “I’ll give you anything you want, Alina.”
Her response is immediate. “I only want you.”
“You have me.”
“Then I have everything.”
I smile at how damn sweet she is and kiss her again. “I’m still going to spoil you.”
“I’ll still let you,” she says, making me give a soft laugh.
I fall asleep easily, something I only started doing once she started sneaking into my bedroom at night. Since the fire, I’ve been plagued with insomnia. When I do manage to fall asleep, I have night terrors that leave me drenched in sweat and a throat raw from screaming. Sometimes the nightmares are so vivid that I swear I wake up with the smell of my sister’s burnt body clinging to me. It makes it impossible to fall back asleep.
The nightmares never come when Alina is next to me, though. She chases every bad thing away.
The next day I get assigned a hit that ends up taking longer than planned. By the time I get to the coffee shop where Alina’s supposed to meet me, I’m twenty minutes late and desperate to see her. I scan the crowd, ignoring everyone who isn’t her. I send her a quick text, and when she doesn’t immediately respond, my heart rate starts to pick up and a cold sweat breaks out along the back of my neck. This isn’t like Alina. She doesn’t play games. She would never just not show up or ignore my texts.
When I try to call her and it goes straight to voice mail, I start shouting her name, ignoring the looks people are starting to give me. My lungs constrict, and I can barely get a breath in when I call Roman.
“I can’t find her,” I say, hardly recognizing the sound of my own voice.
“What? Matvey, what are you talking about?”
“Alina. She was supposed to be here, and she’s not here.”
Whatever he hears in my voice has him saying, “Give me the address,” as he yells what’s happening to our brothers.
I tell him where I’m at and hang up. I keep yelling Alina’s name and searching the area, but I know in my heart that she’s gone. I can feel the loss of her, a deep ache that threatens to consume me until there’s not a goddamn thing left.
I was late. She needed me, and I wasn’t here. I couldn’t protect her, and now something’s happened. When my brothers arrive, we spread out and look for her, searching every place we can think of. It quickly becomes obvious that she wasn’t in some sort of accident. She wasn’t on her way to see me when she got hit by a car or got held up by a talkative friend or neighbor. Alina was taken. Some bastard came in and took the woman I love away from me, and every second she’s gone is like a knife to my fucking chest.
Twenty goddamn minutes is all it took to change my life. Twenty minutes that’s led to a two-year search and a heart that continues to beat, even though the loss of her has shattered it.
My brothers and I have devoted our lives to finding her, and we finally know the name of the bastard who’s keeping her. Konstantin Lebedev—the man I’ve shaken hands with, talked with, and ate supper in his fucking mansion with.
I’ve thought about a lot of things over the last two years. I’ve imagined the things that are being done to her, I’ve tormented myself with images that I’ll never be able to rid myself of, and I’ve hated myself for being late on the one day she needed me most. I’ll carry that regret around for the rest of my life.
Along with my fears and self-hate, I’ve spent a lot of time thinking about my revenge, because I will have it. Tonight, my brothers and I are getting Alina back. We’ll do it together as a family, just like we do everything.
Brothers in blood, in life, and in death.
