Page 38 of The Tsar’s Obsession (Bratva Sinners #1)
"Wow, look at that!" Kirill turned to me with a wide grin and slapped his knees. His face glowing, his smile radiated happiness and joy, and it was both cute and strange to see him so exceptionally delighted for once.
The empty conversation dragged on, and I took the chance to sneak Kirill upstairs to my old room. The only boy who would ever have that privilege. Light pink walls accosted my vision as soon as we stepped in, nostalgia and dread settling somewhere inside me at all the high school memories.
I often wondered why my father did nothing with the room, just preserved it like a shrine. The vanity mirror was still plastered with high school photos, but all the lip gloss and makeup were gone.
“Wow.” Kirill looked extremely out of place in my girlish room, his huge body making the whole thing look smaller.
He leaned in to look at the pictures tucked into a corner of the mirror and meticulously studied them.
“Is that…Viv?!” he asked, astounded, and turned to me with the goofiest expression on his face.
“Yeah!” I fought my laughter. “She dyed her hair platinum blonde in our senior year because she was obsessed with some jock and thought he would like it.” Viv always lived her life to the fullest. I loved her for it.
“What’s a jock?” Kirill asked while he continued his perusal of my room, and I was momentarily taken aback by that question. Of course, he probably never learned that word. I explained as best as I could, but he had another question once he approached my wall of posters.
“And who are all these boys on the wall?”
“You jealous of my past obsessions?”
“They look nothing like the man you love.” He assessed Kurt Cobain’s photo and then moved on to posters of Wes Scantlin and Travis Barker.
There were also posters of Blink-182, Good Charlotte, and The Red Hot Chili Peppers.
Kirill studied the images for a few seconds and then turned to me and asked, “But it looks like you always liked tattooed bad boys, huh?”
“Uh-huh. I was just preparing myself for the ultimate bad boy to come into my life. And come in my mouth, too.” I plopped down on the edge of my bed, my eyes spelling out pure innocence as I whispered the words.
His gaze darkened, and he took a small step closer, grabbing my jaw with his large fingers. “How many boys did you bring up here?” Kirill furrowed his eyebrows, tightening his grip, and eyeing my hands sliding up his thighs. He towered over me like usual, and I loved being in this position.
“You’re the first one. I was a virgin when I kissed you,” I whispered.
I was never allowed to bring boys over to my room; my dad had always been very strict. And all that overprotection backfired on him with a vengeance because his only daughter was ardently and hopelessly in love with a dangerous criminal.
“Such a good girl,” Kirill drawled, his fingers trailing into my hair. He tugged on it slightly, just the way I liked it, just enough to make me instantly compliant. He leaned in, the scent of him sending a hot pulse right between my legs. “So, when did you turn into such a fucking filthy slut?”
His knees hit the floor, and he pulled me in, his hot tongue licking up my neck.
“When you corrupted my soul,” I confessed, my fingers already working to unbuckle his belt.
“Worked like fucking dark magic.” Anticipation coursed through me, the forbidden nature of our actions sending my desire into overdrive.
I shoved my hand into his boxer briefs and grasped his thick, long, fucking beautiful cock. Damn, I was addicted.
“Your poor father is right downstairs,” he reprimanded and pulled me down onto my knees. “And has no idea who’s fucking his daughter.”
My sweater flew off, and Kirill wasted no time, pulling up my shirt and yanking down my bra. “Uh huh, in fact, they’re all right beneath us,” I moaned when his hot tongue caressed my nipple. “So you’re going to have to be…gentle,” I teased, stroking his cock. “You think you can do that?”
My pants already discarded, I was left in my Christmas socks, pink thong, and t-shirt, not covering anything. If anyone discovered us, there would be no recovering from this. Alas, I didn’t fucking care. I became daring, unafraid, and wanted to push the envelope.
Hungrily, I pulled down his pants, but before I had a chance to figure out what I wanted to do, I was already pushed down onto the floor, Kirill’s hand sliding toward my neck. He applied slight pressure, that sweet, lovely sensation of belonging, of giving all of myself to him.
“Fuck, baby, you look so good like this,” he praised while he slid inside me, his piercing grazing the side of my soaking wet walls.
I was addicted to having sex with Kirill.
His dick was goddamn perfect. Thick, long, and that damn piercing was like a cherry on top.
It almost looked like one too, right on the tip, on his foreskin.
Both concepts took getting used to at first. The piercing guaranteed enhanced pleasure every time he slipped inside me.
He thrust in so hard, my entire body jolted from the force. A tiny moan slipped out, and his hand landed right on my mouth, his weight pinning me down within a second.
“You’re going to keep your mouth shut, right, sunshine?
” He pounded into me, so fast and rough, stretching me just like the first time, sending my eyes rolling into the back of my head.
“Like the good girl that you are…you’re going to obey.
” Kirill’s grip tightened around my neck, his lips on mine, absorbing every little whimper.
Faster, harder, just like I wanted, as if this would be the last time he fucked me—he drove in and out, plunging my mind into a haze. I bit into his neck—hard—and dug my nails into his hand, wanting to leave a mark.
“Oooh fuuuuuck,” I whispered. A little too loudly, it seemed.
“Shhh, baby, keep it down,” he ordered in my ear, his voice low, his thrust harder. “Wouldn’t want to get caught like this, would we?” But I was falling into bliss, my orgasm approaching with great speed.
“Sweetheart?” My dad’s voice sounded from downstairs, and I shot my eyes open in a panic.
But Kirill had no intention of stopping. His body firmly on mine, he looked down with a satisfied smirk and whispered, “Answer, baby.” At that, he thrust in harder, rendering me speechless.
I heard my dad’s voice again, this time closer. Instinctively, I tried to push Kirill off, but instead, his arm wrapped around my waist, holding me in place, bringing me closer to coming on his cock.
There was no denying it. I loved living on the edge and thrived on the danger and thrill of being right on the brink. “Answer your dad, Sunshine,” Kirill murmured, his voice impossibly soft, a stark contrast to the force of his thrusts.
“Coming, Dad! Just looking–” I broke off, unable to finish my thought, my body betraying me and lighting up in fireworks. “Just looking for my yearbook!” I prayed my dad wouldn’t come upstairs and find his daughter with her legs spread and a criminal’s fingers in her mouth.
“Okay, come down for dessert!”
“Give him an answer, baby.” Kirill groaned in my ear, thrusting in deeper than ever. I was speechless, fully dominated, belonging to one man. My jaw hung open from the various delectable sensations pulsating around my body, and I barely heard Kirill’s light threat. “Or I will.”
“Okay! We’re coming!” My voice caught between a scream and a moan, louder than it should have been, but I was too far gone to care.
Pleasure crashed over all of me, leaving me a trembling and whimpering mess right on the floor of my childhood bedroom.
Kirill’s hand clasped over my mouth, stopping any real sounds from escaping as he buried his face in my neck, spilling inside me.
“We’re coming, huh? You weren’t lying.” Kirill chuckled darkly, kissing my shameless grin. I took a second to soak in how truly happy he made me. How, with him, I was on top of the world.
A minute later, Kirill pulled out but quickly clasped my legs and pressed my knees against my chest. “Don’t let a drop escape, baby. Take it all.”
Grinning from ear to ear and my legs still trembling, we headed back downstairs, the fun mood slowly evaporating.
The dessert was delicious, and after we said our goodbyes to my dad and stepmom, we headed to the front door.
But that’s where we spotted Jeremy. Yes, of course, it was Christmas, the one time we saw each other.
“Merry Christmas, Jerry!” I opened up my arms for our obligatory yearly Christmas hug while Kirill was grabbing my coat.
After the gala, I decided to forgive Jeremy for all his unsolicited advice, mostly because he turned out to be right—I didn’t know Kirill at all at the time. “You remember Kirill, right?”
“Of course.” Jeremy nodded a little too enthusiastically and shook hands with Kirill.
“But I didn’t know we would be seeing each other at Christmas from now on.
” What a strange comment to make out loud.
I decided to let it slide because Jeremy was always an odd man, but Kirill retorted without missing a beat.
“Mia is my girlfriend, Jeremy. I’d never want to spend Christmas without her.”
Jeremy said nothing, just continued slightly nodding with a fake smile.
Very quickly, it got awkward. My eyes bounced from Kirill to Jeremy, both of them just staring each other down.
“Oh-kay.” I tried to diffuse the weird pause, but Jeremy decided to double down. He turned his head to me and asked.
“So, things are serious then, huh?”
My jaw almost dropped at his audacity. It was absolutely none of his business, and also, who—in their right mind—asks this question so casually?!
“Yes. They are. Very serious.” I jerked my head to Kirill, who, again, answered for me. My cheeks heated, and I was lost for words. Not only because Jeremy was acting bizarre, but also because Kirill and I never spoke about how serious things were between us.
For the first time in my life, I lived in the moment. I made zero plans for the future. I knew my anxiety levels would skyrocket, and I actively forbade myself from thinking farther than next Friday’s dinner plans.
“Well then.” Jeremy responded somberly, like this news personally affected him.
“My fingers healed, Mia. See?” He held up his hand and wiggled his fingers, throwing me off with another unexpected comment.
“A few are still swollen, but…I’m doing better.
” He assured me, as if we were inseparable siblings.
“It’s so good to hear that things are better for you, Jeremy!
” Kirill responded before I could, his tone so fake that I had to hold back my chuckle.
“What an unfortunate accident to have happened to you. You should absolutely be more careful next time.” He placed his hand on Jeremy’s shoulder and nodded. “Take good care of yourself.”
Completely weirded out at their exchange, I felt Kirill’s arm snake around my waist, and he pulled me in closer. “I’m glad things are better.” I decided to add something to this abnormal interaction. “We’re about to leave, though, so let’s catch up later?”
I turned around and placed my arms in the sleeves of my coat that Kirill held out for me, but Jeremy spoke again, louder this time. “My car was also burned, did you know that?”
What the actual fuck was happening with Jeremy tonight?! I whirled around to face him again, expecting it to be a silly joke, but Jeremy was dead serious.
“Wow. I’m sorry. How did that happen?” I didn’t know how to uphold this interaction. Kirill pulled on his coat and passed me my scarf while I waited for Jeremy to finish his stream of consciousness.
“Got involved with some bad people.” Jeremy killed me with his gaze. “You can never be too careful. Even people you trust can turn out to be someone else.” He gave me his sage advice and shot Kirill one final look of unhappiness.
“That’s very true.” Kirill nodded, his fake concern never leaving his tone. “Always be on the lookout, Jeremy. We never know who could be watching us, hm?”
After one last moment of awkward silence, we said our goodbyes, and hand-in-hand, Kirill and I headed back home to drink champagne and drown in each other.