Jennie

With Lisa's body covering mine, I feel so much better.

Because she's home to me.

I regret wasting three years fighting with her.

The person who killed so easily yesterday stares at me with so much tenderness. "I'm sorry you didn't get to live on your own for longer."

I shrug. "It's overrated. Turns out no one wants to hire someone who doesn't have experience."

She brushes her fingers over the curve of my jaw. "I can talk to Aunt Isabella."

A frown starts to form on my forehead. "About a job?"

Lisa nods. "When you're ready, of course. There's no rush. And if you don't want to work, that's fine with me too."

Now that she's mentioned it, I start to feel excited. "Do you think she'll let me help her with saving sex slaves?"

Her eyebrow darts up. "Hell no, I'm not letting you near any action. Let the experts deal with the sex traffickers. But you can help her find new homes for the girls and get them settled. She used to have someone who helped her, but Ana got married to her bodyguard and moved to Russia with him. Since then, my mom tries to help, but she has her own charity work to take care of."

"I can help both of them," I say, really starting to get excited. It will be a way to pay penance for all the evil my family has done.

She lowers her head, feathering kisses over my bruises. "I'll support whatever you want to do, moya Malen'kaya Feya, as long as it doesn't put you in danger."

"Thank you."

I bring my left hand to her jaw and brush my fingers lightly over the stubble. "I never asked, but when's your birthday?"

"March Twenty Seventh," she answers.

"How old are you?"

"Twenty-eight."

My eyebrows bunch together. "How old were you when you took over the bratva?"

"Twenty-four-ish." she smiles. "But I started training when I turned seven."

"Dear God," I gasp. "So you never got to be just a normal kid?"

"I got the best of both worlds, moya Malen'kaya Feya. I grew up in a loving home, but my father and uncle also taught me everything I needed to know."

"So you weren't unhappy?"

Lisa shakes her head. "No. I can't complain about my life." She kisses the tip of my nose. "Except for when you left me. Now, that sucked ass."

I tilt my head, my eyes caressing her attractive face. "It did." My fingers trail down the side of her neck and over her shoulder. Nerves and anticipation start to spin in my stomach as I whisper, "Will you make love to me?"

Lisa looks deep into my eyes. "Every day of our lives together, moya Malen'kaya Feya." She pushes her body off me and starts to undress me.

When she has me naked, her hands brush up my sides. Her eyes drift over my body with so much amazement.

"You make me feel precious," I admit.

"You are precious," she murmurs as she pushes my legs open and looks at the valley between my thighs. "And so fucking beautiful."

Lisa hooks an arm beneath my left leg and positions it over her shoulder, then her tongue swipes through my folds.

My breathing hitches as I reach down to brush my fingers through her hair. Her eyes lock with mine, then she sucks on my clit until I'm breathless and unable to keep from rubbing myself hard on her face.

My fingers tighten in her hair, and I push her face as hard as I can against me, whimpers and cries spilling from me as my pleasure remains out of my reach.

"Lisa," I gasp. "Please."

Her teeth nip at my sensitive flesh before she sucks me so hard, I see stars. My body starts to convulse, and as my release finally hits, I can only let out soft moans.

When I start to come down, she crawls up my body and starts to kiss me with so much passion it brings tears to my eyes.

She doesn't enter me immediately but continues to kiss me as if it's all she wants to do for the rest of our lives.

This is one of the reasons I love Lisa. Even though she can be brutal, she has such a tender side when it comes to me.

After seeing what she's capable of, I realized just how patient and caring she was with me even though I kept pushing her away.

No, she didn't kidnap me. She saved me and captured my heart.

I break the kiss, and breathless, I say, "I love you so much."

Lisa's mouth curves up into a hot smile. "Slava ne mogut apisat' mayu u lyubof' k tebe, moya Malen'kaya Feya."

"What does that mean?"

"Words can't describe my love for you, my Little Fairy."

My eyes fill with tears, but Lisa stops them from falling with a kiss that curls my toes. I feel her hard length between my legs, and lifting my hips, I start to rub myself against her.

"Jesus," she mutters into my mouth, her hands moving to my breasts and tweaking my nipples into hard peaks. She peppers hungry kisses down my throat while thrusting against me.

I love the friction of her hardness rubbing against me. My hips jerk faster and faster, but then she suddenly pulls away. Pushing her hand down between us, she takes hold of herself and presses her cock against my opening.

Bracing herself on her left arm, she looks down at where she's entering me, but it's barely an inch before she pulls out and rubs over my clit again.

"Lisa," I complain, which only earns me a dark chuckle.

She starts to torture me by only giving me an inch, then rubbing my clit. It drives me wild until my left hand claws at the back of her neck.

"Please," I beg. "Please."

Suddenly, Lisa slams into me. Although it hurts, the pain is nothing compared to the first time.

She buries herself to the hilt, her eyes drifting shut with pleasure. "Christ, moya Malen'kaya Feya. Your pussy takes me so well."

Heat flushes through me, and I clench around her hard length.

Slowly, she pulls out before plunging back into me with a hard thrust that moves my body up, making pleasure light up in my core.

Her eyes burn on my face as her right hand grips my hip. "I love how tight you are. You fit me like a glove."

I only manage to take half a breath when she thrusts inside me again. Her fingers dig into my skin to hold me in place, then she starts to pick up her pace until she's hammering so hard into me, I can only gasp.

My hips start to move on their own, trying to meet her desperate thrusts as the sound of our love-making fills the room.

Lisa pushes her left hand beneath my butt, and she grips the cheeks so tight I can't move my hips. Her right hand wraps around my throat and she fucks me so hard I can't think straight.

I can only gasp and moan as she owns every inch of me.

Her eyes burn into mine, her features drawn tight with brutal possessiveness.

All the friction of her pelvis rubbing against my clit and her cock filling me roughly sends me tumbling over the cliff. A scream is torn from me, and my vision goes black as my body practically has a seizure from the consuming pleasure ravaging me.

"That's it, baby. You clamp so fucking hard around me when you come," she grumbles near my parted lips.

The waves of ecstasy keep hitting until Lisa enters me so hard, the slap of skin echoes through the room. With her buried deep inside me, her body jerks, and she lets out the sexiest groan.

Just as I start to come down, Lisa thrusts again, and it sends residual spasms through my body, making me twitch like a live wire.

Her lips brush against mine as she praises me, "Such a good girl."

When she slams into me for the last time, she presses her forehead to mine. "Feel that, moya Malen'kaya Feya. We're one."

My lips curve up. "I love that."

With the pleasure fading and our breaths returning to normal, Lisa pulls out of me. We both freeze at the same time.

My eyes widen when I feel something warm trickle out of me.

Lisa's head snaps down, then she curses, "Blyadʹ, I took you bare."

"Oh shit," I gasp, also looking down. The sight of Lisa's hard length glistening with a mixture of my arousal and blood distracts me for a moment.

"I'm all for us having kids one day, but not now. I'll get you a morning-after pill today."

I nod. "Please."

Lisa moves back until she's resting on her knees, and it's only then I really notice the tattooed star above each of her knees.

Before my thoughts can drift to when she kneeled in front of me, she swipes a finger through my slit.

My eyebrows fly up as she looks at the blood-tainted mixture. Her eyes flick to mine, then she asks, "Did I take your virginity?"

"Yes."

"Why did you lie?"

"I was self-conscious," I answer honestly.

"Which other firsts do I own?"

A smile tugs at my lips. "Pretty much all of them except for kissing."

Satisfaction darkens her eyes. "Good. So only I will know what your pussy tastes like and how you moan when you come."

Using my left hand, I push myself up into a sitting position. "You're also my first love."

I've been infatuated before, but Lisa is the first person I've fallen irrevocably in love with.

"And I'll be your last," she says with a low tone, clearly stating she'll never let me go.