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When only the tip of his throbbing cock remained inside me again, he paused. Sweat ran down his face and got into his eyes, he had to brush it away.

I was biting down on my lower lip again I was too wrapped up in the cock driving hard into me. That was my universe. Everything revolved around that axis.

Nothing else matters but this.

All I can think of all I can focus on, is Yuri.

Jesus he’s good at fucking. If only he wasn’t such an asshole out of this bed. Who am I kidding, he’s an asshole in this bed too. My mind inexplicably goes to the 90% rule I had heard people talk about. For most people, you love 90% of them, but there’s this 10% that bugs you, and the trick is, the hard part is, to find a way to love that 10% because that 10% makes the 90% possible. With Yuri I think I’ll have to figure out how to love 90% because he doesn’t give me more than 10% to love in the first place.

What the hell am I thinking? Love?

I forget all that and scream when I orgasm, which just makes Yuri fuck me harder and faster, giving me my second orgasm which thankfully clears my head of all thoughts and feelings.

He’s fucked me stupid, literally.

The first thought comes back to me when Yuri finishes inside me, and I can feel the liquid warmth against my walls and his body collapsing and relaxing.

I know there won’t be any cuddling or pillow talk, not with Yuri. I asked him — no, begged him— to fuck me and that’s exactly what he did, no more, no less.

But I also know I can fall asleep now and nightmares won’t get near me. He’s fucked those out of me too.

I’m about to sleep like a baby, only vaguely aware I might regret all this tomorrow.

Yuri breathes deep and lets it out in a sigh. The way he looks down at me makes me blush all over again. I look away, not wanting him to see what a mess I am, but he takes my chin with his calloused finger and tilts my face up until I’m looking into his eyes.

“You’re tangled up in my life, there’s no leaving this, now. Not until I say so, which won’t come any time soon. OK? I don’t want an answer or an argument. I’m just stating a fact.”

9. Yuri

I meet Anton and Maxim early in the underground garage attached to my apartment building. Katya is still asleep, I don’t want to wake her but more importantly, I don’t want her to hear any of this.

I nearly tremble in irritation but control myself. Being the boss means control over everything I say, over body language, over everything I communicate to my Vors and the men. “This is a dangerous plan, Anton.”

“I’m aware,” he says. “But it’s the only one we know for sure it’ll work.”

“Maxim. What do you think of Anton’s plan?”

He considers, “If we do that, we’re inviting the wrath of whatever Bratva that’s backing Petya.”

“So, what,” Anton asks Maxim harshly. “We’ll fucking show them who’s boss around here. That Kolesova Bratva won’t back down from any other Bratva, from any fight. We don’t fear anyone.”

“It’s not fear, Maxim.” Anton answers slowly and calmly. “It’s being careful, knowing ourselves. Viktor has run this Bratva into the ground for four or five years now. We need to recover, build our strength back up. Build our money back up. We are the weak Bratva right now, that’s why vultures like Petya think they can take over.”

“Enough,” I interrupt them before the argument gets heated. “You both bring up good points. The way to lure Petyato get him for sure, is to use Katya as bait. But we’re not going to do that because Petya isn’t the important thing here,” I tell them. They had been kept in the dark long enough. Time to tell them my new plan.

“When Katya marries me, Petya is out of the picture. No need to kill Petya and risk starting a war with whichever Bratva is backing his play against us. Kolesova Bratva isn’t strong enough right now, not until we take out Viktor and shore things up.”

“Marriage?” Maxim exclaims.

“The way to solve a problem is to solve it forever. Killing Petya solves the problem, anything else doesn’t.” Anton adds.

“I agree, Anton. But Viktor first. If I take him out without Katya, some may not follow me. They might follow her, though. Find out what Viktor owes Petya, or what Petya has on him if not a debt.” If I find out Viktor knew anything about the kind of man Petya was, the kinds of things he likes to do to women, I will kill him with my own two hands. I’d rather kill him before he’s, my father-in-law. Proof would make her forgive me… why didn’t Viktor look into Petya. He should have had me do it for fucks sake.

“You have the old financials?” I ask Anton.

“Yes. Hard copy and electronic,” he takes a briefcase out of his car and holds it out to me to take from him.

“Give it to Tasha, not me,” I bark at him. “That’s a RICO prosecution and 20 years prison.” Fucking Viktor, certified accounting records for a criminal fucking conspiracy.

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