Lies of My Monster: A Dark Mafia Romance(67)
But the part I love the most?
It’s the way her gaze remains on me, trusting me not to actually kill her.
Her pussy tightens, milking me for my orgasm, and her eyes start to go out of focus. I remove my palm, grab her face with both hands, and force her eyes to meet my own. They’re more green than brown, glittery with tears.
These are her pleasure tears, her ‘give me more’ tears. The tears that I want to see on her face for eternity.
I pump into her harder. “Tell me you’re mine, Sasha.”
“I’m…yours.”
“No matter what happens?”
She shudders, her heels digging into my ass as she holds on to me for dear life. “No matter what happens.”
“You can’t change your mind later. You can’t take these words back, and you certainly can’t, under any fucking circumstances, leave me. Do you understand?”
She nods a few times. “I won’t… Oh, God!”
Her head falls on my shoulder, and she sinks her teeth into it as she comes with an erotic moan that triggers my own orgasm.
I fuck her through it before I empty my load inside her. It lasts so long that I’m completely spent.
We remain like that for a few minutes, breathing harshly against one another’s necks.
Sasha pulls back, her big eyes watching me with…fear.
What the fuck?
“I love you,” she whispers, the sound so low that I almost can’t hear it.
But I do.
And my chest feels as if it’s grown wings and is currently flying among the fallen angels.
“You can’t take that back either,” I say with more authority than necessary.
She smiles a little. “I won’t.”
“I mean it, Sasha. Your feelings for me are not allowed to change. Not even a little, not even close. If you feel they will for whatever reason, take the words back right now.”
“No, I won’t.” She strokes my hair, my cheek, and my lips. “No matter what.”
My lips find hers, and she whimpers as I kiss the living shit out of her.
They’re not allowed to change.
No matter what.
Especially after the storm that’s coming our way.
21
SASHA
The party at the main Bratva’s mansion is in full swing.
Everyone is here, and I mean everyone—including our allies from the other organizations. The Yakuza, the Triads, and the Italians.
Juan even sent his son over after Igor suggested it. I don’t think he trusts the older man more than he does Kirill, but he seems more at ease now that Igor is in the game. Maybe that’s because they’re around the same age and are secretive to a fault.
Aside from the different factions, the leaders' families are also accompanying them tonight, but no children are allowed.
Not that they would bring them. I can’t imagine, say, Adrian shoving his son at such an event.
The risks of these gatherings are colossal. If we’re attacked, we’re sure to lose all the precious allies everyone, and especially Kirill, has been working hard to secure.
Needless to say, it’s a security nightmare for bodyguards. We’ve had to cooperate with so many guards, and some of them are on the fanatic side when it comes to protecting their bosses. They’re almost as hotheaded as Viktor, Vladislav, and Kolya—Adrian’s senior guard.
Well, and me.
Kirill’s safety is a nonnegotiable concept in my book. The other day, I choked a girl for daring to step into his path, and he had to order me to back away before I killed her.
Sometimes, he reacts to my bursts of protectiveness with a smile, and other times, he just sighs and shakes his head as if he thinks he’d have better luck trying to tame a lion.
It’s a problem that I’m working on. I know full well that I shouldn’t be acting like that, but I’m still traumatized by the scenes of him surrounded by blood on that hill and then lying in a hospital bed with lifeless eyes and bandages covering his body.
I will never allow such a thing to happen again. Never.
So what if I’m being a little bit too crazy about this? Viktor does it all the time, and he’s not seen as abnormal…at least, not much.
At any rate, I think I’m being perfectly reasonable, and no one, not even Kirill, will convince me otherwise.
Earlier, after he fucked my brains out in his office and I blurted that I loved him like an idiot, he told me not to come to this party.
He mentioned something about keeping Karina company and taking the night off. I thought he was joking, but he was perfectly serious.
I said, “The possibility of me not accompanying you tonight is on the same level as you allowing me to spend time with Konstantin.”
He didn’t seem happy with my decision to come along.
It did hurt a little to have him think that way. Maybe he took my feelings for him badly. Maybe I made a terrible mistake by voicing them. Isn’t there some sort of rule that you shouldn’t express your feelings during or right after sex?
That’s when I feel the most vulnerable, which is why I couldn’t control those overwhelming emotions or the need to let him know about them. And now…well, now, I’m plagued by this horrible feeling that I did something wrong.