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He came tumbling right after me with a roar, his hot cum splashing inside of me. Thank goodness for the arm implant, because the last thing I needed was a Bratva baby. Romanpanted behind me, saying nothing. I sank into that dark place I went to every time Headmaster Mikhail was finished with me.

As he gently kissed my neck, I shivered with pleasure, but then felt a small prick. I turned quickly to face him, and our eyes met in an intense stare. My face must have revealed my surprise and disappointment, when I discovered that he was not the person I believed him to be. I had trusted him, unlike the others who had always made me afraid.

Maybe it was naive to think that he wouldn’t hurt me.

I recognized that voice as the sound of my sanity crumbling. The Petrov family was known for their strict adherence to The Brotherhood’s code; they never let anyone go unpunished for attempting to harm one of their own, especially an heir apparent. Going against this code was the ultimate defiance.

My thoughts were spiraling, and I couldn’t keep up. It was the last thing I remembered before drifting off into a deep sleep.

CHAPTER EIGHT

Roman

Fucking beautiful, and I wanted her to have my child as soon as possible.

Our search for the assassin didn’t take long. I think it was because Don Ricci probably didn’t give a fuck. What did he care if we took out his killer? He would hire a new one. If his old body could move, he would come after us himself.

But I never expected a woman.

The idea of kidnapping her sounded appealing at first. When Benedikt brought up the idea, I hesitated, recalling the time Alexie had roughed up Sloane, when I was a kid. But this woman was no ordinary target; she was an assassin, and we only had one photo of her to go off of.

It was CCTV, and not as clear as I would like it. But I could tell she was stunning. Now, meeting her up close, I could see she was sensational. Her dark skin was shimmering in the moonlight, her voluminous curls spun tight in a neatly woven braid, hanging down her back, with small pieces framing her face. Her dress was tight on her curvaceous body.

But it was her almond-shaped eyes, framed by thick, dark lashes, that drew me in. As my gaze traveled down her body, Icouldn’t help but imagine the softness of her full lips, and her inviting curves pressed against mine. I took in every inch of her alluring figure, from the curve of her neck to the delicate arch of her feet.

This woman was made for fucking, and her hips could bear my genius children, I was certain. I didn’t understand why my thoughts were focused on her giving me an heir, but it seemed I hadn’t quite escaped the Petrov legacy as I thought.

I turned away from the CCTV and ordered the men to roll out. We knew where she was now and could track her along the way. I signed to Benedikt to assign a soldier to track her as we reached her location.

The caravan of my men rolled out. I tuned everything out as I thought about my little wannabe killer. Before I knew it we’d arrived.

“Sir, she’s trying to hide in the crowd of the festival.” One of my foot soldiers said, looking up from the computer running the live footage.

I signed to Benedikt that I would continue on foot. Good thing I did too as this woman made her way away from the crowd. She was trying to make a clean breakaway and I wouldn’t allow her. I sped up so I could catch her, my cock throbbed slightly in anticipation, but I didn’t think about that. I had one task. One goal. Catch my prey.

With every step she took away from the festival, I watched the gentle sway of her hips. They drew me in. Her body seemed to move effortlessly, accentuating each curve under her fitted dress. As she walked away from me backward, her confident demeanor commanded my attention. My eyes couldn’t help but linger on her full bouncing tits, before our gazes locked. The air between us grew heavy with unspoken desire, intensifying with each passing moment.

My eyes lingered on her nipples, the size of a half dollar, and hard as fucking rocks poking through her dress. If I could moan, I fucking would. I wanted to drop the drugs on the ground, and lift her into my arms. I’d slide my cock between her thick legs and pound her full of my seed. Her belly would swell over time with my son or daughter.

The bulge forming in my pants was not helping me keep a clear mind.

Despite my youthful appearance, I was no stranger to the gym, thanks to Alexie. I confidently strode towards her, with bulging biceps, and a chiseled chest, knowing that picking up this slight woman would be no challenge for me. At that moment, she was more than a woman to me; she was my woman, and I couldn’t wait to show her what I was capable of.

She just didn’t know it yet.

Benedikt attempted to stop her by touching her, and red rage surged through me. I grabbed his arm swiftly, unwilling to let his filth tarnish her soft skin. He glared at me, but something in my eyes prompted him to step back. I was unhinged, as though I might perish if I didn’t possess this fiery creature before me. But I couldn’t.

I couldn’t even tell Benedikt yet. Not until I figured out this shit with the Italians. For now, she could come with me. I would keep her safe, and teach her that she had no more need to kill for the organizations. She could lay down her knives and rest her head with me.

Then she ran from me.

When I caught her, the beast inside of me roared in triumph, a darkness I’d never known before encompassing my soul. I wanted to speak to her. I would have her seep deep into my skin. I drew her close to me. My scared little prey.

She smelled like peaches and cream. I loved desserts. “Mmm, baby girl,” I couldn’t help growling against her skin. “You smellfucking delicious.” Fuck, I had to get myself under control. But there was something so familiar about this woman. She fit perfectly in my arms. Her submission aroused me. I hoped she had some of that fight left in her. I didn’t want to break her.

As I spoke, my throat felt like it was on fire, but I couldn’t stop. Her piercing green eyes bore into mine, and her body shook against mine. The heat from her skin radiated through my body, and I knew I would do anything to keep her in my arms.

The most responsive woman I’ve ever met.

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