Shattered Hearts
(Book 1 in the Mikhailov Bratva Series & the Forbidden Bonds Duet)
Adrik
I've got to have her when I see her through my rifle's scope. I'm here to commit murder, and she stops it. Out of curiosity and revenge, I snatched her under h...
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THE RIDE TO HIS MOTHER'S HOUSE was silent, yet filled with excitement and fright. I was going to see Clara and meet the man's mother.
I squirmed in the front seat when the vehicle slowed to a big iron gate. That was it. A ticket to freedom that I didn't want. Who am I kidding? This man would follow in his father's footsteps, and his mother would be the last person he made order him around.
As far as I know, Adrik's mother may be a fearful or dead-looking wife, although I believe it's none. Excited, and invitations didn't suit the terms I used to describe her, and Fyodor Mikhailov would not join us.
Not to mention the wetness between my legs because the thing in my thong caused delicious friction with every bump on the road. Adrik was a fast driver, too.
He wore a white dress shirt that did nothing to hide the ink on his flesh. He spread his thighs wide with one hand on the wheel and the other on my thigh. I was needy all over again. He knew it by the bulge between his thighs. I swallowed, remembering the orgasms he gave me before we got here.
The car smelled of old spice and shaved wood. All masculine that my pussy clenched and unclenched. The air conditioner was on, but my body heated regardless.
The car stopped, and I blinked out of my foggy haze. I looked out of the window with a ferocious beating heart. Lights lit the perimeter of the estate. Stone and high walls surrounded us like a castle. It was unbelievable.
My door opened, and I hadn't realised Adrik got off the vehicle. Two other cars parked in the small space, and I frowned. Maybe Clara and Alexandr's vehicle. I'm yet to meet the latter. "I own you." My breath hitched at Adrik's words in my ear. My nipples hardened from the cold air, and I squeezed my thighs together.
His meaning was loud and straightforward. Try to run, and I'll chase you, Giulia. There's nowhere for you to go. I wasn't stupid to run. We drove through a gate, and it took two minutes to get to the estate. That would be five minutes of running, and I couldn't pass the many guards scattered around like cockroaches. I saw them. I wouldn't stand a darn chance. "Hurt my family, and you'll regret it."
My brows furrowed in anger. "What the fuck, Adrik?" I hissed. "If you didn't trust me to come to your parent's estate, you could have left me in the fucking apartment. You had all the time on the drive here to fucking bring it up, and you chose now? Fottuto bastardo Russo." A loud moan escaped my mouth in the silent night. Somebody heard that. The vibrations pressing against my clit made me fold and hold Adrik's chest for leverage. "Stop it." I whimpered.
His black eyes darkened as they gazed upon my face. His hand reached to remove a tendril of hair from my face to behind my ear whilst I shook from pleasure. If he didn't stop, I would cum. "Siamo una famiglia poliglotta, fiorellina. Capiranno la tua Italiana." He claimed my lips in a severe kiss, swallowing my pants. "Capisci?"
