Jennie

I'm worried out of my mind, which only makes my guilt so much worse.

Lisa hasn't been home in five days, and I'm contemplating walking to her parents' house to ask if she's okay.

These people are nothing to you. They belong to the bratva, Jennie.

Just two more days, then you'll finally get to leave.

If you show you care, Lisa won't let you go.

Stay strong.

For Grandpa.

For Uncle Ricco.

You don't feel anything for Lisa. These emotions are nothing more than Stockholm syndrome.

Instead of thinking about Lisa, I should worry about my future. I'll need to find a place to stay and a job.

Luna licks my hand to get my attention, and I ruffle the fur on her head. "Hey, girl. Do you want to go inside and take a nap?"

She sits up straight and tilts her head as if to say yes.

"Yeah, it's hot today."

I walk back into the house and shut the door so none of the cool air from the AC will escape.

When we enter the bedroom, Luna jumps onto the bed and lies down on her side. I kick off my shoes, then take a pair of shorts from my closet.

It's way too hot to sleep in jeans.

After dragging on the shorts, I crawl onto the bed and lie down. I stare at Luna as my thoughts turn to the incident between Lisa and me.

It was the first time she kissed me.

God, it was hard to pull away.

When her lips slammed into mine, I almost dissolved into a puddle of hormones.

It was also the first time I saw the desperation in Lisa's eyes. She's always been calm and collected, never losing control.

It makes me worry how we'll get through the last two days. I'm not sure I can keep pushing her away.

I'm not that strong. Especially not when I see the heartache in her eyes.

Life is so unfair.

If it weren't for the fact that she's the head of the bratva and part of the Priesthood, we could be together.

She'd just be an ordinary person I could fall in love with.

It would be as easy as breathing to love her. She's shown me so much kindness during my stay here and has done everything possible to make me feel at home.

The times I fought back, she never lost her temper.

Not once did she abuse me.

But Lisa is far from ordinary. She's a trained killer, a ruthless bratva boss, and my kidnapper.

Just two more days.

My chaotic thoughts and emotions chase me from the bed. Unable to stop myself, I walk to Lisa's bedroom so I can smell her scent.

I open the door and glance over the dark furniture and bedspread. I step inside and brush my fingers along the wall as if I can steal some of the memories this room might hold.

Looking at the bed, I realize I've never seen Lisa asleep.

Does she look peaceful or ruthless when she's lying in this bed?

Suddenly, I feel the air shift, and spinning around, I see Lisa watching me with an enraged look.

Shit.

We stare at each other, and three years' worth of emotions tense the air until my breaths speed up.

Only two more days.

But I don't want to say goodbye.

I want to run into her arms and beg her to keep me forever.

I want to be free from my guilt to love her.

Lisa moves so fast that I don't have any time to avoid her. Her arms wrap around me, and her mouth slams into mine with so much force I whimper.

Her tongue thrusts past my lips, and the way she loses control should scare me.

Maybe it does, but I don't get a chance to examine it because Lisa kisses me with so much desperation and need, it clouds my mind.

All the emotions I've worked so hard to bottle up explode like fireworks through me. I lift my arms and wrap them around her neck.

When my tongue brushes against her, a growl rumbles deep from her chest, and the last of her control is obliterated.

My hands move to the sides of her neck, and I kiss her with every emotion she's made me feel.

I lose her mouth as she peppers my jaw and neck with hot kisses. "Just give me these last two days. Please."

I'm too weak to stand my ground, and instead of pushing Lisa away, I shove the memory of my family into the darkest corner of my heart. "Okay."

Her hands frame my face, and her eyes bore into mine. "You'll be mine to do with what I want?"

God.

Anticipation and desire spin wildly in my stomach. "Yes."

"Promise," she demands.

"I promise."

"I kept my word, Little Fairy. I didn't force myself on you for three years. You better not break your promise," she orders.

She looks at me with so much relief I can taste it on my lips right before her mouth claims mine in a searing kiss.

Lisa's hands grip my hips, then they feverishly explore my body as if she can't touch me enough. Her lips knead mine until they tingle, her teeth tugging and nipping with such experience, it makes me lightheaded.

My fingers tangle in the short strands of hair at her nape, my skin starting to buzz with the need for more while my heart pounds in my chest.

I'm so enamored with her that every touch and kiss from her pulls me into a world where my darkest fantasies beg to be released.

Drunk on passion, I want this ruthless person who lives by a code of violence to own me in every way.

"Lisa." I have no idea what I'm begging for against her lips, I only know I need her to do more. To touch me harder. To kiss me until I can't breathe. To make me feel things I've never felt before. "More," whimper.

"Jesus Christ," she grumbles, then I'm shoved onto the mattress. She grabs hold of my thighs and yanks me down until my butt is at the foot of the bed.

When she unbuttons my shorts and drags the zipper down, her knuckles brush against me. My abdomen tightens, and heat floods the valley between my legs.

Self-consciousness threatens to pop the bubble of lust I'm caught in as she drags my shorts and panties down my legs.

I've never been naked in front of anyone, and as I try to close my legs, she shoves them open and lowers her head as she kneels on the floor.

My eyebrows fly up, and my mouth drops open when the velvety feel of her tongue laps at my most private part.

Oh. My. God.

The pleasure is instant and so intense, my hips buck off the bed. Lisa grabs hold of my sides and forces me down on the mattress as she starts to lick and bite at the sensitive bundle of nerves.

"Oh, God." The words rush from me, and my hands find her hair, my fingers gripping fistfuls. "Lisa," I cry when the sensations threaten to overwhelm me.

I feel her hand move, then the pad of her finger rubs around my opening, making the sensations spike and stealing my ability to breathe. I can only manage moans and whimpers, my back arching and every muscle in my body tightening.

Lisa pushes her finger inside me and sucks so hard on my clit, my entire world splinters into paralyzing ecstasy. Cries are torn from me, and my abdomen clenches hard, my body convulsing.

She crawls up my body while pleasure keeps hitting me in waves. Her finger moves in and out of me, making the orgasm last longer, and she stares at me with so much awe and emotion I can almost believe she loves me.

"You're so fucking beautiful," her voice rumbles like a thundercloud. "You taste exquisite, moya Malen'kaya feya."

My hands frame her face, and I pull her to me so I can kiss her. I need her to keep my mind clouded, or I'll start to think, which would be a disaster.

Lisa allows me to kiss her, and tender love spills from me.

I'll never be able to admit how I feel about her, but I'll at least get this one chance to show her.

"Jennie," she breathes against my lips. She wraps an arm around me and shifts me up the bed before lying down on top of me. Her weight presses me into the mattress, making me feel safe and adored.

My hands slip beneath her shirt, and trailing my fingers over her muscled back, I relish in the feel of the power rippling beneath her skin.

Lisa takes hold of my shirt and pulls it off. There's a moment I feel self-conscious as she unclips my bra and throws it on the floor, but then her mouth closes over a nipple, and my back arches. She massages my breasts and feasts on my nipples until they're hard and sensitive.

I manage to pull her shirt over her head, finally ridding her of a piece of clothing. My hands explore the prominent ridges of her abs and chest, and I trail a finger over the star on her left shoulder.

Lisa moves off the bed, and I watch as she takes her sweatpants off.

Shit, she doesn't wear boxers.

I'm lying naked on her bed, but still, I'm not prepared as I stare at her hard length. Having never seen that part of a man, I'm not sure if it's normal or whether all men are so long and thick.

Lisa opens the bedside drawer, and my eyes grow bigger when I see her take a condom from a box that says Durex XXL.

This is really happening. I'm about to have sex for the first time.

Lisa rolls the condom over her cock, and the sight of her touching herself makes heat flood my body all over again.

She crawls over me, and when she lies down, she pulls my left leg over her hip and settles down on top of me. Feeling her hardness pressing against me is both overwhelming and scary.

Lisa kisses my jaw, then asks, "Have you had sex before?"

No.

I nod, afraid she will stop if I answer the truth.

"Do you masturbate?"

Hell no.

I nod again, my cheeks going up in flames.

A sexy grin tugs at her mouth. "Have you fantasized about me?"

Not the way she thinks. There were days I was weak, and I dreamt things were different so we could be together.

"Yes," I lie.

"Good, I don't have to torture myself by taking it slow."

Oh shit.

Lisa's mouth captures mine, and the kiss quickly turns wild and possessive. Her hand slips between my legs, and she thrusts two fingers inside me. It stings, and I quickly have to swallow back the squeak.

It doesn't take long before the discomfort morphs into pleasure, and soon my hips are moving to meet her hand thrust for thrust.

Moans and sighs spill from me, and I'm swept into a world of passion where it's only Lisa and me.

Lisa's kisses grow with urgency until she's devouring me, and she pulls her hand from between my legs. I feel the head of her cock pressing against my opening, then my mouth rips from her, and my body arches from the intense pain as she slams into me.

"Motherfucking Christ," Lisa hisses. "You're fucking tight." she presses her forehead to mine, her features strained and breathtakingly attractive from the effort it's taking not to move.

When the sharp ache deep inside me lessens, I finally manage to suck in a breath of air.

Lisa's eyes burn into mine. "How badly does it hurt?"

My freaking butt is numb from the pain.

I quickly shake my head. "Not much." I force a smile to my lips and wrap my arms around her neck so she can't pull back. "I'm fine."

She presses a gentle kiss to the tip of my nose and grips hold of my left thigh. When she pulls out, it burns, and I try to brace myself, but the second she thrusts back into me, the pain is back.

I tighten my hold around her and bury my face against the side of her neck so she can't see my face.

"You still good, moya Malen'kaya feya?" she asks hoarsely.

I don't know Russian, but I can guess she's calling me her little fairy. I love hearing it in her language.

"Yes."

Only when Lisa thrusts into me for the third time does it sink in that I gave her my virginity.

I cling to her until the pain finally starts to fade, and the moment my body relaxes beneath her, Lisa loses control.

Her fingers dig into my buttcheeks, and she holds me in place as she starts to hammer into me.

I feel her everywhere – her skin rubbing against mine, her cock stroking and hitting against my inner walls, and her breaths on my lips.

Not once does she break eye contact as she claims my body, the expression on her face tense and ruthless as if she's conquering the world.

Suddenly, she pulls out, and my body is yanked up. Lisa forces me to straddle her, my shins resting on either side of her powerful thighs. The position pushes my legs as wide open as they'll go.

I wrap my arms around her, squashing my breasts against her solid chest.

With her left arm wrapped tightly around my lower back, she surges inside me, stretching me to the max.

A whimper escapes my parted lips.

"Christ, your pussy takes me so well, moya Malen'kaya feya." Her dirty words make my abdomen clench hard. she groans with satisfaction, "You're so fucking tight. It feels incredible to be inside you."

Lisa looks down between us as she pulls out, but then she frowns, and her intense eyes dart back to mine. I glance down, and seeing the blood, I gasp.

Shit. I didn't think about that. There's so much blood you'd think she murdered my vagina.

Instead of calling me out, Lisa cups my cheek with her right hand, and taking my mouth in a tender kiss that makes my toes curl, she pushes back inside me.