Page 31 of The Tsar’s Obsession (Bratva Sinners #1)

KGB Interrogation

Mia

Swallow and show me who you belong to. Those words etched themselves into my skin.

I always enjoyed giving a blowjob, but only with the right man, and this man possessed what would be the pinnacle of my blowjob career. Damn, Kirill had it all, and now he had me too.

Both of us gasped for breath on the couch, my body trembling as he filled me completely, my lips parting in a silent moan.

The stretch, the heat, the way he moved inside me—it was intoxicating, overwhelming, a pleasure so deep it felt like surrendering my soul to the devil himself, binding me to him forever.

I drowned in the way he claimed me. His thick cock glided in and out with slow, deliberate strokes, teasing…torturing. Our ragged breaths were the only proof that this was real and not some fevered dream.

"Fuck me the way you’ve wanted to all these years," I whined, my eyes squeezed shut. In an instant, his strong hands lifted me, flipping me onto my stomach and pressing me into the couch. The force of his touch was overwhelming, yet exactly what I wanted, what I craved.

His weight settled on me, owning me, and my hips lifted on instinct, asking for more. He thrust inside me, banishing all my rules and life principles from my head.

"Jesus, fuck," he groaned against my neck, his movements steady but forceful.

"Fuck, baby, your pussy feels so good. All mine, mine to fuck.

" Kirill’s filthy, commanding words sent a thrill of pleasure through me, making me desperate for more.

He drove in deeper, and I moaned louder, caught between helplessness and absolute satisfaction.

“Mine to taste. Mine to own."

Yes, yes, forever his, all his . I wanted to give all of myself to him.

His lips burned against my shoulder, his fingers tangled in my hair, and his grip on my hips was possessive and needy, keeping me exactly where he wanted me. I took it all, gave in completely, body and soul, just like I wanted to.

"Do it harder," I begged quietly.

Fulfilling my wishes in a second, he thrust in harder, but it wasn’t enough. I needed more. I wanted everything. I wanted to feel something that had evaded me for so long. I wanted to feel alive beside and underneath him, and for the first time in my life, I would ask for it .

"Fuck! Harder! Fuck me harder." My loud plea filled up the room, and I saw stars in the black of my squeezed eyes while I descended into a dark pit of hedonism.

Kirill granted all my wishes. His actions were rough, fast, and purposeful, bringing me to the high that I chased.

Euphoria, white-hot pleasure, began to trickle into my skin, my stomach, and my thighs as his dick hit the right spot over and over again.

Hard, brutal, inescapable, he obeyed me so well.

"Oh fuck, baby, you take it so fucking good.” His uneven voice filtered through my haze. “Fuck, Sunshine, you’re such a fucking filthy slut for me.”

Yes, that's exactly what I was for him.

"Fuck me just like that," I gasped, my cheek pressing into the couch as all my dignity and self-respect died a glorious death. A sharp cry slipped from my lips, pleasure tangled with pain, and my body instinctively tried to shift away from the overwhelming sensation. But before I could move, Kirill’s firm hand pressed down between my shoulder blades, holding me in place, keeping me exactly where he wanted.

Helpless beneath him, I surrendered completely.

"No, no, Sunshine," he growled against my neck, his voice laced with possession.

"You're all mine now." The deep, commanding tone pushed me closer to the edge. "And I’ll take you however I want. You” —a brutal thrust knocked the air out of me— "will” —another, harder this time "—take.

It. All." His words were a promise, each syllable driven deep into me, his cock claiming me without mercy.

And I did. I took it all, urging him on with every desperate moan.

"Don’t. Fucking. Stop," I begged, just like he asked, teetering on the edge of the most intense orgasm of my life. It overwhelmed me fully, ripping a scream out of me, the echo bouncing off the walls straight back into my core, shattering every thought.

My insides clenched around him, pleasure rewriting my very existence, but Kirill didn’t pause. His ruthless thrusts carried me through the heavenly high, dragging it out until I was a trembling mess beneath him.

A deep, guttural groan tore from his throat as he drove in one last time, deeper than I thought possible. His cock throbbed, spilling every delicious drop of his cum inside me.

We were bound together, both in body and soul, tangled in heat and exhaustion.

Sweat and our breaths mixed between us, making it all real.

He stayed inside me, enveloping me and pressing me into the couch, becoming one.

Slowly, his fingers intertwined with mine, and he squeezed tight, as if afraid I would fall off a ledge.

I could have stayed like that for all eternity. I didn't want anything else in life anymore.

It was all a blur. There was no time nor day. I didn’t know which house we were in or what was around us. The only thing I knew, the only thing grounding me, was his hands on my body.

Craving each other, Kirill fucked me again and again, and I still asked for more, never wanting to untangle. There were no more rules; no more boundaries meant to keep me ‘safe.’

The island descended into darkness, and we were in the house alone, no staff, only security never leaving their posts.

Kirill bustled around the kitchen like a chef, serving me wine while I watched him from my seat on top of the island counter.

I was wearing his t-shirt, smelling like him, drowning in him, only seeing him.

One thought trickled in while I kept my eyes on my new boyfriend’s strong back. I’d never come from penetration before, but with him, it happened every time. The first time it happened, I chalked it up to how deprived of touch I was. But no. No, it was his touch that gifted me pleasure so easily.

The tattoos on his back moved with every pull of his muscles, and he turned, presenting me with a plate of food, perfectly laid out.

That sweet gesture was such a contrast to everything else he presented to the world.

He fucked like a beast, he was a killer without mercy, he had an army of men at his beck and call, and yet he also cooked for me, arranging the avocado slices carefully to make sure I liked the presentation.

Fuck, he cared. He cared so fucking much, looking nothing like the man who barged into my open house a few weeks ago.

He was tamed.

I overpowered a giant, and he lay at my feet, ready to follow my command. I brought him down to his knees literally and figuratively.

And yet…I knew virtually nothing about him.

I sipped on the wine as various questions began popping into my head. "How old are you?" I asked out of nowhere. Considering everything that happened between us, it seemed careless not to even know his age.

"Thirty-four," Kirill answered simply when he finished chewing the cherry tomato I popped in his mouth .

"And when is your birthday?"

"March eleventh. And yours is June first. A great day, the first day of summer."

I stopped mid-chew, wildly wondering how he knew that detail, but then I remembered that he found me knowing only my first name and nothing else. Maybe his research was quite extensive.

"And how old am I?” I probed.

"Twenty-eight," he answered without hesitation, looking down into his glass of wine.

Heat crept into my neck and face. "Do you...know all the details of my life?"

Kirill chuckled at that question and shrugged easily. "I know some things."

He knew some things?

"Uh-huh, don't hold back. Did you stalk me...for nine years?" For some reason the thought hadn’t crossed my mind, but it was a real possibility. The silence stretched for a few seconds while he collected his thoughts.

"Well..." he paused. "I didn't stalk. I just...kept informed."

What a diplomatic way of phrasing that.

"Informed of what?" I breathed out, trying to hide how this information unsettled me. "When did you find me, by the way, and how?"

Kirill remained quiet for a moment before speaking with deliberate calm. "I found out who you were the day after I saw you. And over the years, I received updates. Where you went to school, your career, friends, vacations…boyfriends.” The last word barely made it past his lips.

I was mortified.

There had been someone spying on me for the last ten years of my life! He knew everything about me, and I had only just found out his name a few weeks ago.

Anger and embarrassment swirled inside me like a violent storm. For an entire decade, he had been watching and keeping tabs on me—and I had absolutely no idea.

“W– What?! So, you stalked me for ten years, and your plan was to just…what? Barge into my life out of nowhere?” The accusation burst out of me, and I realized that’s exactly what happened.

“Let me ask you something—when you kept an eye on my boyfriends , what if I got engaged and married, hm? Was your plan to shoot the guy in the face before the vows? And what, did you have someone spy on me every time I went on vacation? Did they send you pictures of me on a beach?!”

The more I spoke, the more I couldn’t believe the extent of it. His t-shirt was suddenly too hot and too constricting. But like always, Kirill watched me with confidence and pleasure while I impatiently waited for an explanation.

I expected him to defend himself, to deny it, to…I don’t know! Tell me it wasn’t true, but to my shock…he smiled.

That boyish, shy smile that I had only seen a few times. The pink on his cheeks was prominent now, and that color did things to me. Infuriating things, like planting the idea in my head that this wasn’t a big deal at all.

He reached for my hands, but I yanked them away with a huff, crossing my arms in protest. My indignation was slipping, melting by the second, and I hated it.

Unbothered, he settled his hands on my hips instead, leaning in just enough to catch my gaze. His touch, his heat, the way his presence wrapped around me like a security blanket…doused my anger, no matter how strongly I tried to hold on.

Instead, I filled my lungs with his heavenly scent, the tension, anger, and displeasure dissipating without a trace.

“I promise I didn’t stalk,” he murmured into my neck. “I just kept an eye on you to make sure you were safe and happy. That’s all it was.”

What a liar.

He pulled back and tucked a lock of hair behind my ear in a show of possession.

“As for your nonexistent husband, if you fell in love with someone, I would have stepped aside.” He shrugged, not committed to his fib.

“Or to be honest, you’re right. I would have definitely shot him in the face and taken his place right there and then.

" He sucked in his bottom lip, his cheeks quivering as he held in his laughter.

The audacity this man possessed!

“You’re a psycho,” I concluded, feigning irritation and willing myself not to break out into a wide smile.

“Yeah, probably. But I’m your psycho now, Sunshine.”

And just like that, his lips were on mine again. Soft, teasing, damning, and licking away any last shred of displeasure I possessed. Every kiss, touch, and gaze made my mind hazy and unfocused, accepting it all like gospel.

I pulled back slightly before we descended into another fuck session, forcing myself to focus.

“Tell me more about my psycho then.” I settled my palms on his chest, trying out my new powers of ownership over him.

“Tell me all the details. What you do every day, who you are…what that really means.” I gulped, knowing that there was no way back after my next words.

“If we’re doing whatever this is turning out to be—” I pointed between us, my pulse hammering “—I don’t want to be in the dark. About anything.”