Page 57 of Shattered Empire (Shattered World)

Mark huffed impatiently. “The video clearly shows you acting in self-defense,” he stressed. “And the video wasn’t the only thing he was after. He wanted a whole bunch of documents, too, remember? I kept a copy of everything I found and have slowly had a program deciphering them.”

“You could have just asked,” I reminded him dryly. “Most of us speak Russian.” Mark shrugged a shoulder.

“You were all busy,” he sighed. “I started deciphering the documents he went through most. One was the death certificate and autopsy report of Inessa Kasyanov and the other was your birth certificate.” He paused for a second, bringing a copy of the paperwork onto the tablet’s screen. I snatched it from the cradle to get a better look.

“I scoured the web for an Inessa Kasyanov,” Mark continued. “But there is nothing on her. No birth certificate, no fingerprint files, no parking tickets—nothing. She was like a ghost. Inessa Kasyanov didn’t exist. Which means—”

“She was made up,” I breathed, my brow furrowing as anger and sadness rushed through me. A geyser ready to erupt.

“Do you know her?” Kenzi asked tentatively, taking in my expression.

I nodded.

“She was my mother.”

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Dima was making himself busy with the pretty, petite stewardess at the back of the plane. The bedroom at the back was nearly soundproof, but her porn star-worthy moans managed to seep through the carefully crafted walls.

Blyad.

Her moans sounded practiced, not authentic. Images of my sweet wife writhing and moaning beneath me had my body tightening and cock hardening. Groaning, I released my belt and freed my hard cock. My eyes closed as I conjured up a vision of Ava before me on her knees, her emerald eyes shining up at me innocently as she took my cock in her hot, wet mouth.

I fisted myself, pumping it slowly as I let the fantasy take over.

Fuck.

Ava kissed my cock, swirling her tongue along the smooth, wet head. I let out a throaty groan, relishing in the soft feel of her tongue as she flattened it at the base of the tip before her hot, delicious mouth engulfed my length.

She sucked, and I moaned, my eyes closing, my hand burying itself in her ginger curls.

I bucked into her mouth as she dropped down farther, taking more of me into her warm, wet hole. It took everything I had not to take control and force her head down until her nose touched my stomach. Instead, I massaged my fingers along her scalp, reveling in the way she preened against my steady action.

Rough, feral sounds escaped my throat as she lapped at my cock. It wasn’t long before she added her delicate hand to the mix. She squeezed the base of my cock roughly, the pressure causing my hips to jerk the tip farther into her mouth as she worked the two in tandem.

Pleasure built, my balls tightening the more aggressive she sucked and stroked. On her knees before me, Ava held all the power. My hand grasped her hair tighter as I chased the euphoria she was creating inside me.

Fuck.

Wrenching her hair back, I pulled her mouth from my cock. My free hand squeezed her cheeks, forcing her mouth open.

“Stroke me hard until I come,” I growled, her obedience nearly sending me over the edge as she reached her hand out and stroked my painfully hard member. It took just a few strokes to send me barreling over the edge. I cursed, groaning her name as my release spurted over her mouth and cheeks.

Ava was perfect.

A high-pitched scream sent me careening from my fantasy and back to the hellish nightmare of reality. I let my hand fall from my softening cock and took a deep breath. Then I cleaned up and tucked myself away.

When I got my hands on her again, there would be no saving her. I’d fuck her until we were both too exhausted to go on, and the moment she thought she was free, I’d do it all over again. She would remember who owned her.

Me.

Ava was mine, and the minute I returned, I would remind her of that fact.

Hinges squeaked. The woosh of a door opening alerted me that Dima was finished with his business. He had been only sixteen when he came to me, begging me for a job and a way out of the toilet he called a life. He came to me as a junkie with only the clothes on his back. His girlfriend packed up her shit and ran, and his crew got wasted after a raid gone wrong. Dima was left with nothing, and I helped build him into the man he was today.

Strong. Resilient. But a coward when it came to confronting the woman who’d sold his crew down the river. Instead of finding her, he buried his dick in easy, disposable pussy. Not the best way to deal with trauma, but I wasn’t going to judge him for it.

“I really wish you would stop fucking the stewardesses.” I shook my head and sighed. “Do you know how hard it is to find good ones who keep their mouths shut after the ones you fuck get their heart broken and quit?”

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