One of his hands roves up my back to grab my hair, pulling my head back. I let out a little yelp of surprise, my private parts responding to this show of dominance with a tingling approval. I want to be completely submissive to him in this moment — I want to give him absolutely anything and everything he’s ever wanted.
“Say you want it,” Andrei growls, rubbing the head of his manhood up and down my slit.
He gives my hair a little tug and I respond, “I want it, oh please.”
And with that, he pushes inside of me, filling me up until I can feel his tip hitting that deep, secret spot. At this angle, he is able to hit that impossibly delicious spot so easily! I moan as he starts to pound into me mercilessly, his massive shaft sliding in and out of me so fast and hard that I see stars. He smacks my backside and I cry out in mingled pain and pleasure, wanting more, always more.
“Yes! I want it — I want it to hurt!” I manage to choke out between heavy breaths.
Andrei responds with another hard slap, and then he grabs hold of my hips with both hands, using this position to slam into me with more power and precision. I suddenly feel another climax coming, and when it does I cry out and nearly lose my grip on the bench. My legs are so weak that my knees buckle, and Andrei senses this. He promptly scoops me up, turns me back to face him, then lifts me up to straddle him standing up. With my legs wrapped tightly around his waist, he guides his member back to my pulsating hole, penetrating me as he holds me up in his arms. He bounces me up and down on his shaft, slapping my backside and burying his face in my neck to leave more bruising kisses.
Even as my pleasure mounts to a third orgasm, some part of my consciousness is intensely aware of how strong Andrei must be to hold me up like this. I marvel at how well he has kept this animalistic side of him hidden from me until I was ready.
“Ohhh!” I cry out, trembling through my climax.
“Horoshaya devochka,” he murmurs, his teeth grazing my collarbone.
He starts driving into me faster, his strength unbelievable as he manages to keep me held in his arms even as he begins to lose control completely. He has never used me like this before. The pain gives way to pleasure as I come for the fourth time, and as my hole convulses around him, Andrei bellows out, “Da, malyshka!”
With a few quick, hard thrusts, he shoots his seed deep inside me.
We stay there for several minutes just clinging to each other as though we might blow away on the wind if we let go. Andrei covers my face with kisses, making me giggle. We are both drenched with sweat from exertion and from the intense, damp heat of the sauna. I rest my forehead against his and he kisses the tip of my nose. Finally, we get dressed and head back up to the apartment to shower and get ready for bed.
Feeling perfectly loved and protected as I snuggle into bed next to my husband, my heart hardly even aches when my family crosses my mind. I have a new life now. And finally, for the first time, I am truly happy.
19
Andrei
I’m sitting alone in a bathtub. If my information is good, I don’t expect to be hearing noises from the bedroom outside for a few minutes yet. But the curtains are drawn, leaving me shrouded in pale light while I inspect the silenced pistol in my hands.
The bathroom is rather nice, but it isn’t as lavish as I’d expect from a man like Kasym Slokavich.
I suppose he’s most likely not planning to stay in America long-term. That would explain his heinous behavior over the past few months he’s been in New York City. My research on Kasym brought me to places I never thought I’d have to visit again but felt like revisiting old friends — partly because it was, oftentimes.
The lower-ranking Bratva were the only ones who had anything interesting to say about the hedonistic son of Sergei. To the higher ups, he was a saint, a visionary, and a rising star, particularly within the sex ring — the industry he’s been partaking in almost nonstop since arriving.
His handlers, the initiates, and the other less notable muscle tell a very different story. They’ve never seen a more violent, abrasive, spoiled, and lustful human being sweep through the city in all their short careers put together.
He’s been throwing money into the dog fighting rings for amusement, a business the Bratva usually leave for the less dignified dregs of the city. Anyone who dares cross him, he has killed if he doesn’t do it himself.
After I left the auction that fateful night I’d bought Cassie, Kasym went home with five of the other girls out of spite that he’d been outbid. Within a month, all of them turned up dead, a trail of bribes covering up their disappearances as runaways or accidents. To hear the pimps talk, his swathe of bloodshed didn’t end there, as Boris’s assessment of the man was true.