The name escapes my lips before I can stop it.
My brother twitches at the mention of the caporegime who stole our world from us and then adds, “In exchange, the Suvorov Bratva needs a show of good faith. Skin in the game, so to speak.”
His cold stare penetrates me.
“So, I promised your hand to him in marriage.” The smirk he wears terrifies me.
A lump rises in my throat. “You can’t possibly—”
Suddenly, I have trouble breathing. The room spins, and my mind races as I drop the café bag to the ground. The contents slosh together. I don’t even hear it. I don’t even feel my feet shuffle back or hear the croak that breaks from my lips.
When I look at Pavel, I don’t feel the excitement I felt hours ago while fucking him in my boss’s office.
A new, more confident Liya? More likerecklessLiya.
Regular Liya wouldn’t have done that.
How could I be so stupid?
But nothing could possibly destroy me more than my brother’s announcement: “You can inspect her if you want.”
Fear cracks my spine and weakens my knees. I’m about to hit the ground as I search Pavel’s face for a shred of decency, an ounce of mercy that could stop this madness from happening. Every inch of me pleads:please, don’t do this.
“Strip her,” Pavel tells his men. His voice is bored, cold, and emotionless.
None of them hesitate. My clothes land in a heap on the ground as I hug my shoulders, terrified by the methodical way they step back and stare at my body.
Like I’m a horse on sale.
For a brief moment, I wonder if Pavel is about to tell me to open my mouth so he can check my teeth.
The click of a belt and the rustle of clothing jog me from my thoughts. Seconds later, Pavel lays me out on the kitchen table with his cock throbbing between my thighs. It’s as clinical and unfeeling as a medical exam, clogged by the anxiety oozing out of my pores.
Whatever passion decorated his touch back at Blaczak’s Horseman is gone. My mouth goes numb as I tighten my lips into a flat line, ears thumping with the awareness of how silent the kitchen has gone. All eyes on me.
On us.
On what he’s doing to mein front of my brother.
When Pavel strokes my inner thighs, I turn to Jonas, a frightened plea perched on my lips.Please help me, Jonas. Please!I try to form the words, but nothing comes out.
I can’t even think in this position. My lungs strain to suck in air. Rough hands take hold of my thighs and force them apart.
Jonas sits motionless as he stares back into my pleading eyes, and I realize…
He’s already made his decision, and there’s nothing that will change his mind.
The knowledge drains what little energy I have left. I feel my body go slack as all thoughts of fighting flow away.
And then Pavel splits me open with a forceful thrust, burying himself to the hilt in my aching pussy.
I cry out, arching from the force of his thrust. He doesn’t slow his pace or take his time. This is nothing like our earlier coupling. This time he doesn’t care about my pleasure. There is neither feeling nor attraction. Only the motions of sex.
My hands move up to touch him, but he pins them on the table by my head.
I can’t cover myself, even if I want to.
“This is the only way we’ll get everything I want,” Jonas says to me, ignoring that I’m being fucked right in front of him. “It’s time you start pulling your own weight in the family.”