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  She clears her throat and I’m surprised at the rasp in her voice when she finally does speak. “Will there be as many people coming and going?” she asks.

  I shake my head, slipping my hand farther up her thigh, using my pinky to slip beneath the elastic at the crotch of her panties. She lets out a sharp sweet gasp of surprise and I just smile down at her.

  “No, Raisa. I have an office in town, most of my men will meet me there. Panya will be the only staff. Downstairs there will be security, but not inside of the apartment itself.”

  “I will be okay. I like Panya,” she nods.

  Shifting the center of her panties to the side, I slide two fingers inside of her. “Everyone likes Panya,” I shrug as I curl my fingers.

  “Sergei,” she breathes. She sounds like my Raisa again, finally.

  I hum, pumping my fingers in and out of her sweet center slowly. Her wetness begins to coat my hand and I grin, I’ll have her soaking the seat of my car before too long. I decide that I’ll make her come before we arrive at the apartment.

  Glancing up at Nikolai, I notice his fingers are gripping the steering wheel tightly. He glances at me through the rearview mirror and shakes his head. I lift a shoulder in a shrug and continue to fuck Raisa with my fingers.

  Returning my attention back to my woman, I watch as her eyes slowly close and her head fall back against the seat. I know though that she won’t come like this, not unless I give her a bite of pain. My little pain slut. It’s one of my favorite things about her, the fact that she likes the pain that I so do enjoy doling out.

  Pressing my palm against her clit, I keep my fingers buried inside of her and curl them. I touch that rough patch inside of her, repeatedly knowing it will send her as close to the edge as possible. “Sergei,” she whimpers, her body bucking and thrashing in the seat.

  I know what she needs, and I should deny her, but I can’t. Not her, not when I’m the one that was a fucking asshole to her. Not when I should be apologizing instead of finger fucking her in the backseat. Leaning toward her, I press my lips against her neck, then open my mouth.

  Sinking my teeth into her skin, I bite down, hard. She cries out, her cunt squeezing my fingers as her orgasm rushes through her. Her thighs shake as her body slowly relaxes. When she’s no longer rigid, I remove my fingers from her pussy. Lifting my hand to her lips, I paint them with her wetness. She doesn’t move, her eyes hooded and relaxed as she watches me. Leaning forward, I lick her release from her lips.

  “We’re here, boss,” Nikolai grinds out from the front seat.

  “Tomorrow we’ll meet first thing. Go home to your wife before you send her away,” I mutter.

  He only lifts his chin as I open the car door and climb out. Tugging on Raisa’s collar, she follows behind me. I frown as I look at the ground, realizing that she’s going to step onto the asphalt with no shoes.

  Before her feet can touch the ground, I scoop her into my arms. She cries out, wrapping her hands around my shoulders to hold on. I hear Nikolai laughing from the front seat of the car, so I flip him off.

  The driver of the second car, the one that held Panya and our luggage is watching me from the street, as is Panya. Both have a smile on their faces, but I ignore them and march inside of the building. My security is there, giving me a wave as I pass him. I lift my hand back but continue to the apartment.

  “You can set me down if you want,” Raisa whispers. I grunt, ignoring her, except I hold her a bit tighter.

  Once the elevator car opens, I walk us to the apartment, and then place my thumb against the keyless entry and wait for the door to open. It does, and I slip inside. Making my way to the master bedroom, I kick the door closed behind us. Setting her down on the bed, I take a step back from her far too inviting body.

  “Panya’s room is on the other side of the apartment. She won’t hear us, ever. Nikolai will come in the mornings to pick me up, but he never makes it past the living room or kitchen. This apartment is yours to roam freely. You may even go outside to soak up the sun if you wish,” I explain.

  RAISA

  I bite the corner of my lip, listening to his words. Free rein. I don’t know what that feels like. I can honestly say that I haven’t been free inside of a house, ever in my life. If I was, I don’t remember the time. The thought of being able to come and go as I please throughout his apartment, it makes me feel—anxious.

  “Okay,” I murmur, wishing to give him the answer he desires, but I already know that I won’t roam the apartment. I’ll wait for him, as I always do, naked and on my knees.

  Sergei clears his throat, and I lift my gaze to his. He’s smirking, his cool eyes sparkling as he takes me in. “You won’t do anything that I’ve said, will you?” he asks.

  I shake my head. “Probably not,” I admit truthfully.

  He chuckles, his laughter filling the otherwise quiet room. I give him a small smile in return as he closes the distance between us. He lifts his hand and cups my cheek.

  “I give you permission, Raisa. Whatever you wish to do in here, barring leaving the premises, you have. Panya will not leave either. Groceries and necessities will be delivered, and she is in charge of accepting delivery for those items,” he explains. “I have a few clothing options for you here if you would feel more comfortable covering up during the day, but I mean what I say, krasotka, you may make yourself completely at home here.”

  My eyes are glued to his gaze, he has me mesmerized and I don’t want to look away, not ever. I want to stay right here in this moment with him. This man, this is my Sergei. He’s suddenly back and I never want him to leave again.

  “Okay, Sergei,” I nod.

  He lowers his head, brushing his lips against my own. “I have a few things to take care of with luggage, and instructions to Panya. I’d like you waiting for me beneath the covers when I return,” he murmurs, almost on a groan.

  I nod, smiling as he releases me. I watch him walk away, and I sigh, like a foolish silly girl. I’m lost in him, completely and totally lost in my Sergei. He hurt me, but he’s back, and I want to keep him just as he is. Stripping out of the pretty lingerie, I quickly crawl beneath the soft sheets, and I wait for him to return to me.

  It doesn’t take long, maybe half an hour to an hour, until he’s back in the bedroom. When he looks up at me, his eyes scanning my form beneath the sheets, his gaze is intense, and I hold my breath as I wait for him to make his next move.

  I watch in awe as he quickly strips out of his clothes. He starts to crawl up the center of the bed, his hand fists the sheet and slowly tugs it down my body. He exposes my breasts, continuing to tug the sheet down until I’m completely bared to him, other than my cuffs and collar.

  “Spread your pretty thighs,” he hoarsely demands.

  Immediately, I widen my legs, bending my knees and placing the bottom of my feet on the mattress. He fits himself between my legs, his shoulders resting on the underside of my thighs. His hands slide beneath my ass and he squeezes my flesh.

  His lips kiss my clit, his gaze never leaving my own. “I wasn’t the kindest to you last night, Raisa,” he finally admits. “I took your ass roughly, without care to the rest of your body. I was just as bad as Zakhar,” he rasps.

  I shake my head, reaching down, I run my fingers through the hair at the side of his head. “You are not him, you couldn’t be him,” I try to explain.

  He shakes his head, and all is forgotten because he slides his tongue through my slit, then swirls it around my clit.

  Sergei laps at my center, his mouth owning my body as my back bows and my legs spread even wider for him. His tongue flicks, nips, and sucks my clit, then moves down to fuck my center. I’ve never had a man pay as much care and attention to my pussy as he does, and it’s the most beautiful feeling in the world.

  I won’t come this way though, and he knows it, not without something extra. With a kiss to my clit, he slowly crawls up the rest of my body.

  Without a word, he enters me, his eyes never l
eaving mine. It feels like it did the other night, like this is so much more than master and slave. That this is something special, different, and dare I say, unique. I don’t verbalize any of it though, the last time I did, he left me feeling rejected.

  Sergei lowers his face, his nose sliding alongside my own as he pulls out then pushes back inside of me. He slowly fucks me. If I were brave, I might even think that he’s making love. His hands slide from my ass up the backs of my thighs and wrap around the backs of my knees spreading me wide as he continues rocking in and out of my body.

  “Sergei,” I gasp as he grinds his pelvis against my clit.

  He grins, looking at me. “I want you to come without the pain tonight, krasotka. I’ll give you some later, I’ll make it hurt, but tonight I want you to come just for me, just from me.”

  My eyes widen in surprise. His request isn’t one I’ve ever had before, but I can tell that it’s important to him. Lifting my hands, I wrap my fingers around his biceps and hold onto him. His thrusts stay even, the only roughness he’s allowing is the way he grinds against me with each downstroke of his cock.

  “Close your eyes,” he rasps, lowering his head.

  I do, jumping when I feel his lips suck my earlobe between them. He gently bites down, not enough to cause any type of pain, but I moan anyway. Lifting my hips, I meet his strokes to create the amount of friction I need.

  With no pain, with no devices, I come.

  I whimper as the climax takes over, rolling through me like nothing I’ve ever felt before. Sergei doesn’t slow his own rhythm, and I feel his cock grow before it twitches, and he fills me with his release, groaning against my ear.

  “We sleep together, in this bed tonight, Raisa,” he announces.

  “Sergei,” I breathe.

  He lifts his head, his cock still buried inside of me, and a smirk firmly planted on his lips. “You’re mine, krasotka, and I’ll have you next to me so that I can take you any time I so choose.”

  I blink, several times, trying to keep from crying at his words.

  He doesn’t know. These words. They are sweet and completely unexpected.

  This man.

  He is completely unexpected.

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  SERGEI

  My phone rings, startling me from my sleep, Raisa stirs beside me, rolling over to press her soft breasts against my side. Reaching for my phone, I curse when I see who is on the other end. I halfway expected it to be Katrina again. I didn’t call her back; my mind and body were busy elsewhere this evening and she didn’t cross my mind even once.

  “Hello,” I rasp, trying to keep my voice low. Raisa tenses next to me so I use my fingertips to stroke her soft back.

  “I have found her,” the man on the other end announces.

  The only thing I can think of is my daughter. She is the only person I would concern myself with. She is the person who has supposedly been dead and gone for years. I knew in my heart she wasn’t. I’ve always known. I think as a parent, you know when a piece of you dies, and although most of my soul is black, that part of me, my daughter, she’s always been bright and present.

  “Tatyana?” I ask, already knowing the answer.

  “Yes, Tati and Kiska,” Kirill says.

  “Kiska?”

  “Your granddaughter,” he grunts.

  Kirill, the man that I contracted to marry my daughter, he’s just informed me that my Tatyana is indeed alive, and that I have a granddaughter. I stay quiet, attempting to process the information that he’s just given me.

  “Sergei?” he asks.

  “I never thought. The girl, Kiska, she is…” I clear my throat.

  “She is mine. Now that they have been found, I am claiming my ownership over them.”

  I want to tell him to fuck off. I want to tell him to bring my girl—my girls, back to me. However, I don’t tell him that. I bite my lip and I tell him what is his due.

  “Yes, it was agreed upon years ago, Kirill. Your father and I, this pact we made was not in vain. She is yours. I will not interfere. Where has she been these years?”

  “That piece of shit agent scared her, manipulated her into hiding. I thought she was dead, so I didn’t look. Once all this shit came to light, when he started really going after me, I thought about it. I got that lead and I decided to follow it, and there she was. She’s been in San Francisco this entire time, using her own name, hiding in plain sight.” He speaks of the federal agent that has been causing my men in the states troubles. He needs to be dealt with, and if I were there, he’d have a price on his head as well.

  “Who found her then?” I ask. Kirill curses as I wait for him to continue.

  “I received warning from the Cartel if you must know. Those fucks. A threat from them. Why does it fucking matter, huh? I found her, that is all that should matter,” he shouts.

  “Because Tatyana is and always will be my little shakhmatnaya figura. I knew it the day she was born. It is why I left her at such a young age. Had I not been connected to her, then she would not be used against me. It is a simple logic, Kirill,” I remind him.

  “She may be your chess piece, but this has nothing to do with you. They found her and I have not been connected to her in ten years. Your logic makes no sense, old man,” he barks harshly, skating on thin fucking ice.

  “Nyet. You will have respect for me, syn. Are you sure that you are not connected to her? Use your brain, yeah? Do you not think that the Cartel could have somebody on the inside? You think that that FBI agent does not have detailed files on you and also on her? Kiska does not have any piece of your name? I may not know my daughter well, but I know of where she comes. She would not give a child none of her father,” I say.

  “Kiska Barysheva Orlova,” he grunts.

  I bark out a harsh laugh, causing Raisa to jump. Her pretty blue eyes widen as she looks up at me.

  I wink down at her before I continue. “Your child carries my name. I love this.”

  “Not for long, old man,” he grinds out, causing me to laugh even harder. I stop my amusement at his expense, then talk to him with all seriousness on the matter at hand.

  “They are never to be alone. The Cartel has someone on the inside. Now, you know. You get my shakhmatnaya figura and my little printsessa some fucking Byki’s and you do that shit fucking yesterday,” I order.

  “You think Tati is going to accept all of this? She is more like you than you realize.”

  “She does not have a choice. I will be coming stateside soon. Until then, you keep them safe,” I order.

  “We are on lockdown. You are not supposed to cross borders, Sergei,” he warns.

  “You may not have seen my daughter for ten years, but I have not seen her for over twenty. I will watch her marry your spoiled ass. I will be there. If you put a ring on her finger before I arrive and walk her down the aisle, I will torture you,” I state simply.

  “Understood,” he mutters before ending the call.

  Shifting my gaze up, I stare at the ceiling. My daughter, she lives. I haven’t seen her in twenty years, yet she lives. I knew it. In my heart, I’ve known she was alive, somewhere, this whole time. I close my eyes with a heavy sigh. I have a grandchild, a granddaughter. I never imagined, not in years, that I would have a family like this.

  “Sergei,” Raisa breathes beside me.

  Tipping my head, I open my eyes and look down at her. “My daughter, I thought she was dead for over a decade. She lives, krasotka.”

  Raisa lifts up a bit higher, brushing her lips across my own. “I’m so happy for you, Sergei. So incredibly happy,” she breathes against my mouth.

  Rolling her onto her back, I fill her with my cock. My eyes never leave hers as I fuck her. My lips touch hers, and when she comes, it’s without pain, just my kiss. I swallow her cries before she swallows my roar.

  RAISA

  I roll over, fanning my arm out and finding nothing but the cold sheets next to me. Slowly, I crack an eye open and discover that I am
indeed alone. Sitting up, I throw my legs over the side of the bed and slide down. I walk over to the bathroom, take care of business, then I head toward the bedroom door.

  My fingers wrap around the handle and I let out a deep breath. Releasing it, I take a step back and turn toward the closet. Maybe I will feel better, braver, if I have something on. Turning the light on in the closet, I find it full of Sergei’s clothes, and a very small section that appears to be for me. There are a few short dresses and a big black robe.

  Tugging the robe down, I shove my arms through and tie it tightly at my waist. It’s obvious that it’s Sergei’s, but I don’t care. It’s big, comfortable and it covers me. Walking back to the door, I don’t hesitate this time, I turn the handle and tug it open.

  Walking out of the room, my anxiety heightens with each step I take out of the bedroom. Granted it isn’t the sanctuary of Sergei’s playroom, but it’s the next best thing. Having free rein over the entire apartment is overwhelming.

  “Good morning, Miss Raisa,” Panya’s voice calls out as soon as I walk into the living area.

  I freeze, lifting my gaze to see her on the other side of the bar area, in the kitchen. She’s smiling, her hair up in a bun on top of her head and her eyes focused on me, holding a spatula in her hand. Lifting my own hand, I give her a small wave.

  “Come, sit. Talk to me,” she offers, motioning for me to come forward.

  My feet do as she’s requested. They shuffle toward the bar, and I sit down on the first available barstool as I place my hands in my lap and look down at my fingers.

  “Can’t talk to the top of your hair, pretty girl,” she announces.

  Lifting my head up, I look into her face and give her a small shaky smile. She doesn’t respond to my lack of excitement, or my coolness. She acts as though I’m normal, she moves around the kitchen chatting and cooking. I want to watch her move around, but my eyes are frozen directly in front of me as I remind myself to just breathe.