Baby Daughters for the Russian Bratva Boss: A Dark Captive Mafia Romance by Rosalie Rose

Author:Rosalie Rose [Rose, Rosalie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2021-06-07T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fourteen

Annika

I don’t care that we’re in the middle of the Russian wilderness. I don’t care that we’re trapped in a crumbling hovel with only a generator for heat and water. I don’t care that Yvan is outside, that he hates me, that he’s looking for a reason to hurt me or turn Maxim against me. I don’t care that Gregor’s body is crumpled in the snow, still warm. I don’t care that Maxim is wounded.

All I care about is what I have just promised him—what I’ve just won.

His trust.

My children’s safety.

Him.

I fumble with his belt, not resisting when he turns me around and pushes me against the door. He has my pants down already, has his stiff cock between my legs.

“Say it again,” he growls against my ear.

I know what he wants: my declaration. My loyalty. But his aggression, his flex of authority calls for something else entirely. “Fuck you,” I say instead, softly.

One thrust and he’s in me. I gasp, bracing myself against the door, pleasure flooding through me. Maxim flicks my hair back from my shoulder, touches his lips to my neck. His hands rest on my hips, angling my body back toward him as he slides slowly, deliciously out of me.

“How can I trust you?” he growls, the heat of his breath against my ear. His lips trace my neck, his tongue stroking. I arch my back, desperate for him inside of me again. “Prove it to me.”

I reach back, running my fingers through his thick curls. He sinks his teeth gently into the tender place beneath my jaw.

“Fuck me,” I whisper. And then, those delirious, impossible, perfect words again: “I’m yours.”

He thrusts himself inside me again. I cry out, his cock sliding deep.

“Mine,” he growls, his fingers sliding from my hip to my stomach, lower, finding the sweet spot between my legs. “Like you were that night.”

“Yes,” I gasp, rocking my hips back, taking him in, deepening his rhythm. “Like nothing has changed.”

“Everything has changed,” he purrs against my ear, fingers deftly stroking my clit. I’m soaking wet, the world around us dissolved and forgotten. Like we truly are the only two people in the world. For now, that’s all that matters. For now, that’s not just what I want—it’s what I need. “Malen’kaya zmeya.”

Little snake. The words don’t even bother me. They’re not meant as a weapon—they’re an expression of trust. A confirmation that he knows who I am, and what it costs me to give him my allegiance.

He sees me. He really sees me.

I pull his hand from my hip and bring it to my mouth, pressing a kiss to his palm. It muffles the sound of my ragged breathing, of the moans I can barely suppress the closer I get to climax. His grunts are soft against my neck, his fingertips moving in quick, practiced circles between my legs.

Everything has changed. He’s more right than he knows.

I arch my spine, grinding my ass against him, riding his quickening rhythm.

Out there in the snow, looking at him, confessing to him—I realized that I’m deeper than I could have known.

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