Page 19 of Owned By the Bratva

Taking her by the arm, I dragged her to the bathroom. “You want me to show you what I do, do you?” I practically screamed. I was being ruffer than needed, but I had to open her eyes.

On the floor lay my blood-soaked clothes. “Look,” I huffed as I pushed her forward. “Look at the blood; that is another human being’s blood, what’s left of him.”

Cindy was down on her hands and knees before the heap of clothing. She glanced back at me as she stood up. She wasn’t getting it. I didn’t know what else to do. Pushing my hands through my hair, I stepped closer, taking hold of her arm again.

Dragging her to the shower, I spoke out of anger. “Cindy, you don’t belong in this world.” I opened the tap and was about to shove her head under the water when I felt her hands on my chest.

Looking down at her, her eyes filled with care, I closed the tap and let go of her arm. I couldn’t do this; she was soft, fragile, and a woman. I tried stepping back but found myself up against the shower door.

Cindy didn’t move her hands away. They were tenderly stroking my chest. Heat shot through me as desire mixed with my anger.

“Leon, talk to me, what happened?” Her voice was calm and gentle, crumbling my resistance little by little.

Slowly, I lowered my body down against the door as I spoke. “I failed again. If the guy had any information, I couldn’t get it. He died without spilling the beans.”

I took a slow, steady breath, lowering my gaze so she couldn’t see the pain I felt inside. Cindy bent to her knees and placed her hands on my knees.

“Leon, may I ask why you don’t torture women?” She spoke softly, lowering her head to try to meet my gaze.

Swallowing the lump that suddenly pushed up in my throat, I turned my head and stared at the shower wall. “Because of my mother.” I breathed out. “You see, my dad, well, he was a drunk and an angry one.”

Shaking my head as the memories flooded in, I corrected myself. “No, he was just an angry asshole, drunk or not. He used to beat my mother, and she always protected us. Whenever he turned to my sister or me, she stepped in. She was always there until she wasn’t.”

Cindy took my hands and replied that I did not need it as I was ready to open up. “I’m so sorry. What happened to her?”

Squeezing her soft hand, I felt the strength she gave me. “I wasn’t home when he finally snapped. That is why I survived.” I inhaled sharply, trying to steady the rush of emotions. “ I had just turned six, my sister was eight, and mother had sent me to the shop to get bread. While I was out, he came home.”

Cindy shifted closer, sitting down next to me. “What happened?” she inquired gently.

“Upon my return, I walked into a nightmare. Mother lay on the kitchen floor, her blood mixing with the shattered bowl of icing she was preparing for my cake.” I slowly breathed in, lowering my head to my chest.

“I found my sister outside our bedroom door facedown in a pool of blood. The man who was our father. Well, he was sitting next to the bed in their room. On the one side was a half-empty bottle of scotch, and on the other side lay the knife in his lifeless hand.”

Glancing at Cindy, I saw the tears rolling down her cheeks. “I’m sorry,” I said, wiping at them. “I didn’t mean to upset you.”

She smiled warmly, “It’s okay, what happened then?”

“Well, I had no other family. So, I went into the system. I ended up at an orphanage where I met my new family, the one I have now.”

Cindy turned onto her knees, facing me. “I’m so sorry, Leon.” She added through her tears.

My heart ached, but not only for my loss. Seeing her so vulnerable broke my resistance. Taking her face into my hands, I pulled her closer. Our lips met with a passion I had not felt before.

As I rose, I pulled her to her feet. My mind was battling old and new daemons. She was innocent, but my desire for her was intense. Pulling her into my arms felt so right, even though I knew it was wrong.

Her hands wrapped around my neck as she pulled me into another kiss. Picking her up into my embrace, I felt her legs closing around my hips. There was so much heat between us. Our hearts seemed to beat as one.

Walking to the vanity, I carefully placed her on the bathroom counter. I caught her lower lip between my teeth and nibbled lightly. Cindy breathed out hard, her sweetness filling my veins with pureness. My dick was throbbing in the constraints of my pants, but I wasn’t ready to have sex with her. The beast would have to wait.

Placing my hands on her hips, I kissed her cheeks. Cindy placed her hands behind her and lay against the mirror, opening up to me. I fumbled at the buttons of her silk top. Her quick breaths competed with my heart, the one trying to outrun the other. Sliding the top over her shoulders, I watched as it fell to the vanity.

Her lace bra was barely covering her luscious breasts. The bright pink nipples standing up tried to push through the fabric as I leaned closer, laying tender kisses down her neck. My hands were slippery from the excessive liquid forming in my palms. She was the most precious thing in this world, driving me to the verge of madness. Her skin was warm, welcoming like rivers of moonshine. I breathed in deeply as I kissed the top of each breast. Her sweetness was a curse, and I had to taste her.

Fumbling at the button and zipper of her shorts, I caught her glance. There was an eternal fire burning in her eyes as she popped her feet onto the vanity and lifted her ass. I grabbed the pants with her panties and pulled them up to her knees. Placing her naked backside back on the vanity, Cindy brought her legs together, lifting her feet into the air.

I felt my breath catch as I pulled the clothing up and over her feet, dropping them to the floor. There were no words to describe how I felt at that moment. Her untouched pussy is like a flower ripe for picking. She rested her feet against my chest as my hands slid up and down the length of her legs.

Cindy had tilted her head back, her breathing sounded uneven. I kissed her feet and then her calves before placing each leg down. Her eyes were closed, and her lips were partially open. Her breaths were quick and hard. Moving my hands up her thighs on the inside, I felt her shiver as I pushed her legs further apart.

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