Page 73 of Born into Sin

“All right, we need to get going.” Lev reaches down and grabs the bag I’d just been holding, slinging it over his shoulder and holding a hand out to me. “Thanks for keeping my daughter safe. I won’t forget it.”

I shake his hand, feeling like a jackass, because if he knew I’d just taken his precious daughter’s virginity, I doubt he’d still be thanking me. Now isn’t the time for truth, though, so all I say is, “You don’t need to thank me. I was happy to do it.”

“Thanks for everything, Dominic.”

I look down at Natalya and nod at her while fighting a grin. “Of course, Natalya. You’re welcome back anytime.”

She smiles and I wonder if she’s already feeling me slide out of her pussy. I hope she is. I hope her inner thighs grow sticky with each step she takes as she walks away from me. I want her to think of me nonstop while we’re apart, just like I’ll be thinking about her.

They start to leave, but Vitaly hangs back. When I give him a questioning look, he says, “I’ll stay here and discuss some of the plans with you. You don’t mind, do you?”

I hear the challenge in his voice, and I know he wants to talk to me about more than just the Zolotov Bratva. I give him a nod and walk the others to the door. Natalya chances a quick look back at me before getting into her dad’s car. I clutch her panties in my pocket, fisting the soft fabric and reminding myself that I will be getting her back. Her home is with me now, and nothing is going to change that.

When I walk back into the room, Vitaly’s leaning back in one of the leather armchairs, long legs stretched in front of him, and he’s holding a glass of vodka that he’s helped himself to. I walk over and pour myself a whiskey and take the chair opposite him.

“I’ve never seen you dressed so casually,” he comments, motioning a hand toward my jeans and T-shirt.

I shrug and take a drink. “It happens on occasion.”

After a few minutes of silence that I refuse to break, he asks, “Mind telling me why my niece wasn’t wearing any goddamn underwear?”

I study him, making sure to not reveal a damn thing with my face and calmly ask, “And you would know this how?”

This time it’s his turn to shrug. “I just can. When I was younger, I thought of it as a gift, but now that it pertains to my niece, I think it’s more of a curse.”

“Maybe she ran out of fresh clothes.”

“Maybe,” he admits. He takes another drink and studies me. “I saw the way she looked at you, Dominic.” He sighs and leans forward, resting his forearms on his thighs, drink still in hand as he meets my eyes. “Did you fuck my niece?”

“Jesus, Vitaly, what the hell?”

He lifts the hand that’s holding his vodka and points it at me. “I swear to god, Dominic, I don’t care what kind of truce or friendship our families have, if you took advantage of my niece, I’ll fucking kill you myself.”

I meet his eyes and let him hear how pissed I’m getting when I say, “I didn’t take advantage of Natalya.”

He lifts a brow. “You’re not denying you fucked her, though.” He groans and downs the rest of his vodka. “Fucking hell, man. What do you expect me to do with this information?”

Too angry to sit still, he gets up and refills his glass before pacing the room. He scrubs a hand through his hair and takes another drink, nearly emptying the glass in one go.

“My loyalty is to my brother, and I can’t fucking keep this from him.”

Before I can say anything, he holds up a hand and adds, “But I’m not saying shit until we get rid of the Zolotov threat. I can’t have Lev trying to kill you when all his focus needs to be on this.”

He paces for a few more minutes before stopping in front of me. “I can’t believe you let this happen. You could fuck anyone, Dominic. I know Natalya has a crush on you, that much was obvious with the way she was looking at you when you came to supper at the farmhouse, but for fuck’s sake, couldn’t you have just told her no? Did you have to take her goddamn virginity?”

He’s starting to really piss me off. I finish my whiskey and stand up, not bothering to hide the anger I’m feeling.

“You don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about.”

“So tell me I’m wrong,” he practically begs, hoping like hell that maybe, just maybe, he’s misread the entire situation. I’m not going to lie to him, though, and he sees the truth on my face and shakes his head in defeat.

“I love her,” I tell him.

“Goddamn it.” He scrubs a hand over his jaw. “Of course you fucking do,” he groans. He meets my eyes, clearly not pleased with this turn of events but also resigned to the fact that he’ll never be able to change my mind about how I feel. He knows me better than that. “Lev is not going to be happy when he learns about this. He already shot you once and that was before he knew you’d slept with his daughter.”

“I remember,” I say, rolling the shoulder that still aches from time to time.

“Well that’s nothing compared to what he’s going to want to do to you now,” he warns.

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