Page 29 of The Tsar’s Obsession (Bratva Sinners #1)

On Your Knees

Mia

While Kirill was doing…whatever his business required of him in the Bahamas, I spent the day swimming and napping.

Staff and servants abounded, ready to fulfill my every wish, which I found strange and mildly uncomfortable.

“An iced coffee, Miss Mia?” A voice startled me as I headed for the outside, and I whipped my head around to see an older woman standing at the kitchen island, her smile full and genuine.

“Um, yeah. Yes, sure, thank you.” I returned the smile, thinking she was about to get started on it, but instead, she turned and picked up a tray with an iced coffee already on it. Along with water, a mountain of fruit, and a menu.

A menu… of what she was planning to prepare for the day. This wasn’t some island getaway; Kirill had a whole team tending to his every single whim and need. And now mine.

The tray was placed in the shade of the cabana, the white linen curtain gently swaying in the warm wind. It was suffocatingly hot, and yet, security was stationed on the beach.

I wondered why Kirill felt the need to place his men on the beach. I approached one, noticing beads of sweat collecting on his forehead. “It’s so hot; why don’t you go for a swim or something?”

As soon as the words left my lips, I knew that was a stupid proposition, and evidently so did he, by the way he slowly shook his head to say no. He was wearing all black, and the sun was beating down mercilessly.

“It’s unnecessary to stand guard over me while I swim; go inside and cool off.” I almost implored him, but his next answer shut me up for good.

“Whatever Kirill Pavlovich wants, Kirill Pavlovich gets.”

Wow. Kirill Pavlovich, huh? His security called him by his first and patronymic name—a very indisputable sign of respect in Russian culture. Clearly, Kirill Pavlovich didn’t play around with his orders if this massive hulk of a human being didn’t move an inch while I was there.

I liked that. Maybe I should use that from now on; whatever Mia wants, Mia gets. I chuckled to myself while I sipped on the iced coffee and enjoyed the view and the sounds of the ocean.

Sometime in the midafternoon, I migrated to the pool, and the soft rustling of the palm trees lulled me into a blissful and sweet sleep in the shade.

Everything was so utopian here. Kirill, the ocean, the sun. I was finally calm and had the best nap of my life in the tropical shade.

Stirring from my peaceful slumber, there I saw Kirill sitting beside me.

With his elbows on his knees, he had his hands clasped together, and his head was slumped down, as if deep in thought.

He looked…worried? I didn’t know he was capable of that feeling, seeing as how he presented himself—always the one leading and shaping reality to what he wanted.

We watched each other in silence, digesting our own thoughts about the situation that we found ourselves in. No, the situation he placed us both in.

It seemed that I was deeply infatuated with a man who lived his life solely outside the law.

Me. A woman who’d never done anything remotely illegal, never held a firearm in her hands, and never tried drugs.

And he was the one who ran the show. He set the price, collected the money, and spent it on his own lifestyle, whisking away his latest toy to a tropical island.

Although, I knew I was anything but a toy to him.

His full intentions were unclear to me, or maybe I just refused to admit it.

He could fuck any woman he wanted at any time he wanted.

Hell, he could fuck twenty, all at the same time.

He didn’t need to ask; he didn’t need to wait.

But this wasn’t about getting me into bed.

This was about making me attached to him and only him.

Since the moment he showed up in my life, he was diligently working on making me fall in love with him.

And, slowly but very surely, he succeeded.

“It’s time to cool off, baby.” He finally broke the silence between us and leaned in. I thought he was going to give me a kiss, but no, I was suddenly in his arms. Within a second, I was launched through the air, the cool water of the pool welcoming me.

Before I could even comprehend what happened and catch my breath from the shock of the cold tingling all my senses, I heard a splash and watched him fall in right after me, his clothes still on.

He was unpredictable and playful, and I hated to admit that I loved it. I was missing it from my life, and I wanted exactly that. I craved someone beside me who ignited a fire within me. And here was a man just being himself and filling that void.

Finally together, fuck, I was ready to submit, ready to give in, ready to do whatever he wanted.

With a permanent smile on my face, I swam to the other side of the pool, but within a few strokes, he was already behind me, slipping his arms around my waist as if it were the most natural thing to happen between us.

It had been a week since we’d been together, but every moment with him felt like the first time in my life.

Effortlessly, he pulled me into him, my nerves catching the air inside my lungs. Those green eyes met mine, and I understood that I never, ever, ever wanted to look into anyone’s eyes again. Only his. Only him .

His large fingers on my jaw, his chest pressed up against mine, and his strong arm holding me tight, it was simultaneously silent and loud.

“You look like you belong in my house, Mia. In my life. With me.” His whisper sounded like thunder, and I only managed to close my eyes at his admission, leaning in closer so as not to miss a word.

“Only with me.” Hot, wet, sinful, and so desired, his lips made an imperceptible impact on my temple.

Every nerve ending that my body possessed was on fire.

Looking into his eyes and feeling his large hands caressing my naked skin was like living in slow motion.

Time stopped. It was just him and me, in front of each other, finally.

But unlike my wild imagination, Kirill made zero effort to move forward, and my vision spun like I was about to pass out from the lack of action.

“Just fucking kiss me,” I repeated his words back to him. “Why are you so fucking reserved all of a sudden? I’m here, in your house. I’m all yours. I give in.” I breathed out, not daring to look at him as I pleaded with him to make a move, any goddamn move, before I went insane.

The water stilled around us, and he whispered in my ear, “I want you to beg me for it.” His hand slid down my back as I tried to understand his message. “I want you to get on your knees and tell me how much you want me to fuck you again.”

The authority and dominance of his voice, his filthy words, and his burning body against mine halted all the blood in my veins.

My mind was void of all thoughts, but my body was fully alive, registering every touch.

I pulled in, grinding my hips on him, succumbing to all my desires.

“Tell me, Mia. Beg me to fuck you until you can only remember my name.” He taunted me so cruelly, turning me into mush in his arms.

But I knew I wasn’t the only desperate one. From the way his breath caught somewhere in his throat, I knew that I had the upper hand, and I finally felt alive in this moment. In every second with him.

“No.” My trembling lips puckered against the wet skin of his delicious, thick, and long neck. “You’re going to get down on your knees…for me.”

With these words, I unraveled his arms and pushed away from him, his surprise spurring me on. He looked dazed. Drugged. The soaked linen shirt clung tight to his tattooed chest as he stood there, the words slowly processing in his mind while I floated away, keeping my eyes on his.

It had the desired effect. My wish awakened the beast, his eyes piercing mine, his body slowly stalking toward me.

“I appreciate your ambitions, Sunshine, but I don’t get down on my knees for anyone.”

Still holding onto his wrong convictions, his eyes spelled out the truth: he knew his life was about to fundamentally change. It all shifted between us in a mere moment. Now I set the rules. I turned his own tactics on him, and if he wanted me, he knew he’d have to fall down at my feet.

“But I’m not just anyone, Kirill.” I spoke with an angelic voice, riling him up further. I reached the edge of the pool and slowly ascended the steps, walking backward and out. He followed me…like on a leash.

Yes. Mine .

“Sunshine…” He shook his head with a smirk, as if to dissuade me from my actions. “I don’t think you fully understand…who you’re playing with.”

Fuck, this game of cat and mouse was frying my brain. Now on the stone deck, drenched and focused only on me, Kirill continued his slow pursuit, adding more fuel to the fire inside me. In complete privacy, I ruled him.

“Playing? There are no games between us anymore,” I assured him with a smile and shot my eyes down to his knees, giving him the signal to do as I asked.

I was alive. For the first time in a decade, all my senses were online, hungrily feasting on my surroundings. I paused my backward stroll, letting him stop right up against me, towering, dominating, overpowering. Or so he thought. He teased and played, but I knew, I knew he couldn’t wait anymore.

The tropical wind halted, and then–

Victory was mine. Slowly, hesitantly, his body lowered to the ground, his knees hitting the hot stones right at my feet. The world fell away. It was just us and my heart beat inside me like a trapped bird at the thought.

“You win, Mia,” he admitted. I loved to hear him call me by my name.

“Let me.” His voice was so gentle, my body worked overtime to inhale enough oxygen at the sight.

Kirill, the man who ruled the fucking Russian Mafia, was on his knees for me, his lips an inch away from my skin, his body and soul—mine to rule.

“Let me keep you. Let me love you. Let me give you everything you want.”

“You look so good like this—on your knees for me.” My fingers brushed against his short stubble, and I leaned, tethering myself with him. “I’m all yours, baby. All of me.”

This was it. I fell onto my knees and into chaos, the dark abyss of danger—with him. My lips smashed with his—hot, wet, soft, sweet—it was all I ever chased and wished for.

I couldn’t breathe; I couldn’t open my eyes. My pussy ached, and my entire body burned into ash in his arms. His fingers pulled on the flimsy bikini straps, and the material effortlessly fell away from my body, replaced by his needy touch.

Without warning, his hands were everywhere, touching all of me, taking what was his. His fingers traveled from my neck and closed around my nipple, applying the most desired pressure.

Fuck, he was both so gentle and so rough, pushing me to the ground, his fingers leaving a hot trail all over my skin and settling between my legs. He teased, simply moving the bikini out of the way, sinking one finger barely inside my soaked pussy, his sweet lips marking my neck with hickeys.

His touch made me compliant. All-encompassing, it was like nothing else I’d experienced in the past. It made me feel complete, like this was the only person that mattered in the whole universe. I was so fucked. I wasn’t only in love; I was head over heels in lust with this man.

His two fingers slid in and out with ease, and he taunted, both going slowly and then picking up speed, bringing me to the edge where I had no choice but to beg for more. Beg, just like he wanted me to. And I did.

“Please…” I breathed out in desperation, my hands on his shoulders and my legs spreading wider.

“Beg me, baby. Ask me for what you want.” I heard Kirill’s voice loud and clear, his weight pressing me into the hot stones, his hands claiming every inch of me.

I just wanted him to do it; he knew what I wanted, but he waited.

Waited for me to ask for it, waited for me to find my courage, to never be afraid to command.

“Spread my legs and lick my pussy,” I ordered with a bite on his bottom lip, my frustration spilling over.

“That’s my girl.” I heard the words as he slithered down between my legs, his hands and lips on my inner thighs in mere seconds. With Kirill, it all felt out of this world. If I thought I had a good sex life before him, then he more than proved to me that I’d lived in delusion.

Kirill’s tongue made its way over my pussy like he was afraid I would vanish. His strong arms wrapped around my hips in the most possessive way, and I watched his eyes close and eyebrows furrow, never wanting to forget how he, my man , looked between my legs.

Ever so gently and with the perfect amount of pressure, his lips and tongue traveled up and down my opening, landing on my clit while his fingers moved inside me, in and out, mercilessly and relentlessly. He ate me out like his whole life depended on it.

And it did. The precarious balance of love, lust, need, and survival was building itself around us, chaining us both to a life where one couldn’t survive without the other .

I lost all sense of self as his lips and tongue caressed me, filled me up with life energy, and slowly, but surely, unraveled all the pleasure inside. I heard my own voice pleading, whispering words of affirmation with every stroke of his tongue.

Faster, he worked so diligently, reading every sign of my body to bring me to ecstasy until I exploded, and the entire universe floated away, leaving me with only one word on the tip of my tongue: his name.