Page 19 of Bluff

When she obeys and is in position, I slide back into her heat. She throws her head back, and I grab a handful of her beautiful red hair. I grip her hip with my other hand and let her have all of me. I give her what she’s been begging for.

She’s moaning and writhing beneath me.

“Zayka, who’s pussy is this? Who do you belong to?” I need her to confirm she’s mine. I have this deep need to claim her.

“You. It’s yours. Yours since that night,” she confesses, and something breaks open inside me.

My chest expands, and my heart pumps harder. I’m scared, but I’m also elated that she’s mine. The chain holding me back snaps, and my hips start thrusting harder. Taking her deeper. She’s going to feel me there tomorrow every time she moves.

I bend my body over hers and release her hair. She moans at the deeper penetration. I don’t stop. I work her up, and as she screams her release, I come deep inside her. My body trembles and my arms shake. I roll us to the side, keeping my cock inside her.

We lie there for a while. She’s in my arms as she slowly comes out of the deep subspace she went into after her last orgasm.

I slowly slide from her body, then head for the bathroom, where I grab a washcloth to clean her up. When I climb back in bed, spooning her body, she starts talking.

“I was eleven the first time I was raped. He was one of my foster fathers. He and his sixteen-year-old son continued for two years. It wasn’t until one of his friends raped me so bad he tore me up that a nurse figured it out and called authorities.” She trembles in my arms as she relives the experience.

“What did your foster mother do?” My body is so tight. I want to kill them for hurting her.

“Nothing. When Lyric went to her and told her, she called Lyric a liar.” She pauses for a moment. “They threatened to kill my sister if I didn’t keep my mouth shut. So I didn’t tell anyone.”

I need to unseal her foster records and find out their names. I’ll make them suffer for what they did to my woman.

My hands glide over her body, rubbing and massaging her. Warming her as she shivers from the memories. I push up on one arm and pull the blankets over us. She snuggles back into my body, and I like her right here. Before, during the night, even with the pillow wall up, we’d end up spooning. I didn’t realize how much I needed that innocent contact.

“I need names, zayka. I’ll avenge you.” I can hear the growl in my voice, and I try to soften it for her.

She turns toward me, and her hand comes to my cheek. The warmth seeping into me from her.

“A few months ago, both the father and son died in a car accident. The friend died in prison a couple of days later. I don’t know how or why, but I’m glad they’re gone.”

“Is it because of them you can’t get pregnant?”

She nods slowly before she burrows in under my chin. I hold her tight and wait to see if she’ll tell me more. When she doesn’t, I decide to give her my truth.

“Until Duncan confessed to raping and killing my parents, I was on a path of destruction. I’d been searching for their killer ever since I lost them. Right before I pulled the trigger, he had a sinister grin on his face. He told me he was hired to kill them. I don’t know by who, and now I’ll probably never know. My anger at what he did to my mother was too much. I had to avenge her. I’ve had soldiers helping me search for who contracted him.” I take a deep breath before continuing.

“I remember that night as if it were yesterday. I was nine, and they decided to go out on a date. It was during a time of peace, but something was different that night. I begged my mama not to go, but she just patted me on the head and said to be her big man and watch over the house. Babushka was babysitting me. I remember screaming in pain when I learned they were both killed.” I briefly close my eyes, trying to shake off the memory of that night.

“My father and I didn’t always see eye to eye, but I was nine. Then he was gone, and I didn’t have him anymore. My mama was everything. She was Pakhan Vladimir’s cousin. They grew up together. He was the one who taught me vengeance was my right.”

Now I have to answer the question she asked me before.

“I tried to stay away from you and just protect you. I paid my penance to Pakhan Vladimir, but I couldn’t stay away. Like I told you before, you are my endgame, and he made me prove it by my penance.”

Ainsley sits up and pushes me to my back before straddling me. “Mikhail, I’ll be here for you. You don’t have to prove anything to me. Andrei said you wanted someone to fight for you. To live. I’m trying to do that. I want to see where this goes. I wouldn’t have told you about what happened to me before. What penance did you pay?”

“He made me give up my vengeance. He said a woman didn’t want to be with a man who only had hate in his heart.”

She rears back as she looks down at me. “Why? Why would you give that up for me?”

I roll up and wrap my arms around her. “Because I want everything with you.” I take her lips in a deep kiss. When I pull back, I see the doubt in her eyes, so I roll us and wrap my hand around her throat. “Zayka, I know you doubt me. I know I’m going to have to prove I’m staying with you. Just like you are trying to prove to me that you’ll live. So, let’s do it together, okay?” I kiss her again, dominating her mouth. “I’ve kept an eye on you for months now. Every time you’d go to the club, I would know. I’d go and watch to see if you’d scene with another Dom.”

She sighs. “Okay.” She pauses. When she looks at me, I see the questions in her eyes. “How many other subs did you take?”

“No one else. Before you, I hadn’t found a sub I wanted. After you, I knew no other would do.”

“You said you were taking one for the team, though.” She bites her lip, and I pull it from between her teeth.

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