“Our boy Misha's gonna drive you home to the city tomorrow. Don't know if your uncle's sealed up your place or not, but we'll let you off at his night club, that pear place you're always hanging out at. The sooner he finds you, the sooner we can get this shit over with.”

  She tensed up. Her fingers smoothed their way over mine, and I tightened my hold. “I'm not your asshole uncle. I'm being open, frank with you in a way no man's been before. I want your help with offing his ass not just because we've got a blood vendetta. I need you to help me put him down so we can be together, babe. That's what you want, right?”

  Her dark eyes met mine. Pale white cheeks flushed red, like she was afraid to admit it. Yeah, the world knew it was wrong to have us coming together. Warring blood wasn't meant to love. And it sure as shit wasn't meant to fuck so good, so natural.

  “Don't play shy,” I growled, pushing my chair out and coming over to her. “You wanna see how bright this future burns, don't you?”

  “Yeah,” she finally said, breath storming out her soft lips. “It's just happening so fast. I can't kill him myself. I can't be there when –“

  I jerked her up and smashed her to my chest. My fingers caught her chin, gently twisted her face to mine, making her look at me. My dick knew damned well what it wanted, but for once my heart overpowered his greedy hunger.

  “You won't have to. All you gotta do is figure out where he's gonna be and when. We'll give you a burner phone, and you'll call me as soon as you know. Give us a time, a place, something you'll know with certainty. I'll have you picked up and gone before he shows. My brothers and I'll corner him and finish the shit we should've wrapped up months ago. It'll be over fast. We'll be free to figure out the rest, babe. Everything we're gonna do with the rest of our lives.”

  My hands slipped down her back, and then trailed lower. My palm stopped on her ass and my fingers tightened, feeling her, rocking her hips into mine. I wasn't shy about showing her exactly what that future was gonna be.

  Honestly, I didn't give two shits about the rest, as long as she was happy.

  We'd have to flee the States for awhile, yeah. Maybe she'd finally get that foreign writer career after all, or else she'd learn to bake and paint if she wanted. We had the money to do it all, and with the Ligiotti clan neutered, there was nothing stopping us from making whole continents our bitch.

  Even the Feds would get off my trail with time. We could come back to the States, home to Chicago. You'd be amazed what a lotta bribes in the right places plus a few years can do for any crime.

  “Is it really that easy, Anton?” She lowered her head, looking strained, conflicted.

  “Long as I'm in charge here, fuck yeah, it is. I can't stand you doubting me.” I let my other hand glide down her ass, and when both were firmly there, I squeezed. She gasped.

  Perfect. I wasn't gonna let her walk outta here thinking this shit wouldn't work. And if she couldn't get it through her head by words alone, then I'd give her body the best damned distraction in the world.

  “Look at me, Sabrina. We're gonna wrap this shit up and get on with our lives. We don't have to spend the best years we've got wrapped up in this twisted underworld. I've already given my family plenty. After this, I'm done. I'm taking a well deserved break. I wanna travel with a girl and figure out all the shit I haven't yet.”

  She smiled, and I knew I was speaking to the same needs inside her. Warring blood or not, we were brother and sister in crime and death. We'd been shaped by the roughest edges in life a human being could know.

  Could we smooth shit out? I didn't fucking know, but damn if I wasn't gonna try. I'd be the one to set her free, give her what her wicked uncle never could.

  “What do I need before you send me out to play secret agent?” She asked.

  I almost laughed. Now, she was in such a rush she wanted to get right down to brass tacks. I wasn't having it.

  “I'll show you. Walk with me.” I reluctantly pulled my hands off her ass and we moved down the long, winding path plunging deeper into the the gardens, towards a long crop of big trees in the flat Illinois landscape.

  “It's beautiful out here,” she said, smiling at the stars. “Almost makes me believe we can really do this.”

  “Good. You stay out here and look at this shit as long as it takes for you to know we can.” I stopped by a big row of vines curling up a stone bear statue, pulling her to my chest. “Take a good long fucking look, babe. I can take you razzing me with that sweet tongue or fighting tooth and nail. But I'll never have you doubting shit. Not now. Not ever. Understand?”

  She blinked. What the hell was that unease still tugging at her face?

  I was starting to get pissed, wondering why my best words were falling deaf. Fuck, if words weren't gonna do the job, then I'd tear her clothes off and fuck her right here on the ground. There was another gazebo further out, some shit my old man installed when he brought his girlfriends out here.

  “I gave you a chance,” I said, shaking my head. “Looks like you're not gonna believe anything I say.”

  “No! No, it's not that. It's just that I'm trying to digest all this. Please, Anton, it's hard. I'm not used to playing these spy games and killing like you are.”

  I stopped mid-step and my arm tightened around her neck. “You don't need to get used to it. You only gotta do your job and scope your uncle's shit out once, feed it back to us. I told you to stop doubting me, babe. Now we're done talking.”

  Her eyes widened, full of wonder at what I was gonna do. Pushing her up the single step to the gazebo, I walked her inside it, straight to the smooth marble bench near the back. I sat on it, spinning her around, never letting her outta my grasp.

  “Anton! It's so cold here...”

  She tried to resist as I yanked off her skirt. Cold or not, I wasn't stopping. I was gonna give her one helluva send off 'til we met again. One last wild night to make damned sure she did what I said and came back, to make her forget about her fear, to make her trust and believe me.

  I'd make her come so fucking hard it blew her brains out, and then I'd stuff whatever the fuck I wanted in her head. This girl was mine, dammit, and I wanted everything – body, mind, and soul.

  She whimpered and stiffened up in the cool night air, bracing her bare legs against me. I'd let her keep the sweater on for this part, long as she buckled up and came for me like a good girl.

  Sabrina moaned softly as I reached up her skirt and fisted her panties. They came down her sleek legs in one jerk. She stepped out of them and turned.

  However conflicted she'd been a couple of minutes ago, her pussy sure didn't show it. She was swollen, wet, and waiting for me. When I saw the pearly slickness between her legs, my dick thumped hard in my pants, bouncing with thick, hot blood pumping through it.

  Shit, I needed her. Needed her taste, her smell, the sweet fucking music she made when I nailed her clit.

  “Anton!” She called my name once and I silenced her with a jerk forward.

  My face dove between her legs and I pinched her ass tight, giving her no way to go but into my mouth. My tongue found what it was looking for. I smiled as I opened my lips, digging into her sweetness, teasing her lower lips with slow, sensual licks.

  The girl deserved a little warm up before I caused her whole body to quake with my tongue.

  Her nipples must've been hard as fuck beneath the sweater. I'd get to sucking them a little later, but fuck if I didn't treat her clit the same way. I found it with my teeth and pinched tight, letting her roll her hips, slowly working on my mouth just perfect.

  My fingers pinched her ass harder. She'd show me how bad she wanted this, or I'd drag out this orgasm 'til dawn.

  It didn't take long. Sabrina became a rocking, moaning, oozing mess, grinding her pussy into my lips, circling her clit against my tongue. When she least suspected it, I took her, opened her, sucked her tenderest target into my mouth.

  That little nub got sucked deep and smothered with licks. Fucking incredible. My assault was too ferocious and she tried to squirm outta my grip, but I held on for dear life. No fucking way was she getting away before her body seized like lightning.

  Fuck, she tasted good. Her cream drove me on, licking deeper, faster. My fingers helped her pussy slide back and forth on my lips. I was fucking coated in her juices by the time she came.

  The girl went off like a seething volcano, running her fingers through my hair and screaming like a banshee. I made sure she didn't topple to the ground when her knees went weak. Her little clit throbbed between my lips as she lost control, giving it all up, giving me everything I wanted.

  I knew right then I'd never get tired of tormenting her like this. No woman would ever compare to making this one come. Nobody else would ever start a fire in my guts that wouldn't stop burning 'til she was owned, branded, under my control.

  She was shaking when she came down from the orgasmic high. I helped her onto the stone bench. Her little ass jerked, too cool for comfort.

  Too damned bad. She'd be full of fire again soon enough. My dick thumped against my trousers like a fucking battery ram, and now was the perfect time to let it frolic.

  Her legs were open, still trembling when I got on the bench and started taking off my clothes. She watched me undo my shirt and then the dark pants. Fuck, no use keeping the boxers on too. They slid down my strong thighs and hit the ground, and I joined her, naked in the cool, glorious dark.

  “God. I'm freezing,” she whispered, tucking her hands around her breasts, trying to tug her jacket lower to cover up what I'd exposed.

  My lips quirked. Silly girl. Didn't she know the rest of what she had on was coming off right now?

  Freezing or not, she didn't fight me as I drew off the jacket and then unzipped her dress, rolling it all the way off, then working on the lacy black bra underneath. My cock jerked when I saw her pink nipples pointing at the stars. I couldn't have stopped my mouth for anything in the world.

  Her temperature flushed and overheated less than a minute after I sucked the first. She tasted so fucking good all over, every delicate part of her, curves upon curves begging to be conquered. Her back arched against me when I started on the other one, taking my sweet time, pinching the wet soft nip I'd already sucked between my fingers.

  Her hips shifted against mine. We both knew damned well what she wanted, and her sneaky little body brushed against my cock, calling me home, calling me to fuck.

  Just feeling her opening a couple inches from me turned my blood molten. She was melting underneath me, sure, but I was rattling apart, inch by savage inch.

  Fuck me. Fuck her.

  If I didn't take her right that second, I risked shooting off all over her belly like a goddamned teenager. Just the thought of wasting my come anywhere but inside her pissed me off royal.

  I rose, giving my cock a good jerk to aim it right. Her wide dark eyes were all over me, marveling, as if she knew how bad her body teased me. If she did, then she was gonna find out right now how hard I fucked when I'd been teased too damned long.

  I filled her in one thrust. Her sharp gasp made my ears bristle, and I swore I could hear her heartbeat too. The tempo thudded harder in her chest when I pulled my hips back and slammed into her again, grinding my dick so close to her womb, making her feel every fucking inch, smothering her clit with my pubic bone.

  “Anton! Yes!” Her bones were shaking again, calling me to shake them harder. “Please...”

  Her nails scraped my shoulders, begging me to fuck her. Request granted.

  I plowed into her again and again, shook her entire body, didn't slow down once 'til I heard her ass bouncing on the slab underneath us. That was my cue to rear up and grab her ass, thrusting deeper still, feeling my balls start to boil when her legs got a death lock around my waist.

  One look told me she was about to come. I pistoned faster, slapping my balls on her soft flesh so fucking hard it hurt. We fucked right through her second orgasm of the evening.

  No lie, I almost lost it more than a couple times when her pussy sucked and clenched at my cock. But I wasn't done yet. I wasn't giving her shit 'til she was a totally ravaged incoherent mess.

  I wanted her to burn with me, roast like a human torch in the gardens lightning up our path. I wanted to fuck her senseless and bring her back to life again. I wanted to fuck her so hard she forgot her own name.

  It didn't fucking matter. Nothing did except her knowing exactly who I was: the man who owned every beautiful inch of her, the man who made her come so hard she forgot about all the bullshit waiting for us tomorrow.

  Her eyes were wide, bleary, and insatiable when she started coming down from the climax. I held her ass, pushed her to me, and rolled her over.

  “Get on my dick,” I growled, pointing and pulling her onto my lap. “You want my come? Then you'll pump it outta me, riding this cock for all you're worth.”

  She blushed. Shy as usual, but that act wasn't fooling anybody. I watched her sweet cunt sink down on my length, grunting as her hips locked onto mine. Her legs pinched tight.

  I tried not to grin. Fuck, this was gonna be good, just knew the girl was a natural rider.

  She bobbed up and down, getting her footing at first, slowly picking up speed. She stopped every few seconds, throwing her head back, trying to keep going as the pleasure shot through her.

  I grabbed both her hands and held them tight. “Come on. You can go harder than that. Fuck me like you mean it, babe. Make my balls melt.”

  A minute later, I realized what an animal I'd just turned loose. She went wild, bucking against me a little harder with every thrust, riding my full length like a champ, showing her little teeth as they dug into her bottom lip.

  Oh, shit. Motherfuck.

  Her nails raked my chest and those plump thighs slapped mine in a steady clap. It must've been forty degrees that night, but I was drenched, drowning in my own sweat the same as her. The approaching release took us both by the throats, a fever that wouldn't break 'til I spent everything I had.

  I couldn't suppress my own beast anymore. I wrapped my fingers around her ass and power fucked her, slamming my cock so hard into her pussy she bounced in the air, rode me like I was running a hundred miles an hour. And I always yanked her back, right where she belonged, impaling her 'til her pussy squeezed my nuts.

  “Oh...oh...oh. My. God!”

  I'm sure he could hear her prayers as she threw her head up to the sky. Sabrina's pussy convulsed like a maniac. The hellfire churning in my balls wouldn't stay put anymore – not when her cunt was jerking me off like a vise wrapped in silk.

  I exploded. My fingers dug into her ass so hard it had to hurt, but she just kept riding me, making me lose my mind buried inside her.

  Fuck, fuck, fuck!

  Coming never felt so good. Half my soul ripped out my cock in the jets I pumped inside her. Snarling, thrashing, grunting, I went full primal as our orgasm fused us together.

  I could feel her in every pulse, just the same as she could feel me each time my cock twitched and spat fire up into her. Shit, we were completely toasty by the end, but on the way there I forgot we were fucking buck naked outside.

  Thank fuck the cool night air blanketed us. For the first time since we'd started, I actually felt cold, listening to her make little sighs as she recovered her senses.

  “You're one helluva fuck for being so new to it, babe,” I said, tugging her to my chest.

  She answered me with a long, hot kiss. The girl knew how to tease, even when my dick was so numb and zonked out it felt like it'd take a thousand years to recover.

  More like a thousand milli-seconds at the rate we were going. I pulled out and kissed her again, rolling her on her back, letting more blood pool into my dick. I fisted her hair and held her down while we kissed, letting my teeth get into it when she moaned into my mouth.

  Before I knew it, I was hard as stone again.

  It was the start of two more sanity stripping fucks out in the old gazebo. If my old man could've seen the shit I did to her in his favorite spot, he probably would've jumped outta his grave and bought me a tall shot of good vodka.

  When our fires burned cooler and we were both half-frozen, I gathered up our clothes and helped her dress. The servants asked no questions as I carried her inside. They got paid good money to keep their fucking mouths shut and treat every Ivankov brother like any other gold plated swinging dick.

  A steady pay check and common blood rooted in Mother Russia did a lot to make sure we never got traitors in our house.

  I carried her up to her room and laid her down, lighting a fire to warm us both up. Yeah, we fucked again, two or three more times. The last time my dick shot off inside her was bittersweet.

  A couple more kisses, and she was out like a light, giving me ample opportunity to do what I needed. The little bag the servants left out for her was waiting by the door. I grabbed my pants off the floor and fished out the small circular plastic chip Daniel had pieced together.

  How that boy came up with these fucked up inventions, I'd never understand. The CIA and FSB would've drooled their fucking hearts out at the size of this thing.

  It easily hooked to the side of her purse like a little bead. GPS and a microphone. We'd be able to see everywhere she went, and hear her the second she started talking to her bastard uncle.

  It's for her good and yours. Just turn her loose with this shit and bring it to a close. She never has to know.

  Yeah. Yeah, fucking right.

  If only I could've believed it would be that easy. Guilt jumped up and bit me in the ass, sinking its venom deep. Compromising with my brothers wasn't neat and pretty. In this case, it was downright fucked.

  What's a man supposed to do when the only way to save the woman he loves and his only family was to betray her like this?

  Shit. Did I just feel the L-word rattling around in my brain?

  Too many questions for tonight. I slipped outta her room and stepped into mine, downing a few smooth shots of vodka from my liquor cabinet before I returned. I crashed down on the bed and she nuzzled her way to my chest.

  The girl trusted me, wanted me. Mission accomplished. It was only for a week or so, and this would all be over, as soon as she was able to tell us where to corner Gioulio and put him down.

 

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