Chapter 19

CHAPTER 19

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The man sitting across from me wasn’t just the charming, enigmatic art dealer I thought I knew. I had heard the rumors before I started working for him, but I had never imagined something like this.

I forced myself to take a deep breath, to stay steady under his intense scrutiny. The weight of what he had just told me settled over my shoulders, heavy and suffocating. He was the kind of man who could make people disappear, who ruled a part of the city with an iron fist wrapped in a velvet glove. And yet, there was a thrill beneath the fear, something dark and undeniable that made my skin prickle, my pulse race, and my pussy clench.

God, what was wrong with me?

I should have been running for the door, not standing here, facing him down like this. But the way he looked at me, like I was the one thing in his world that truly mattered, sent heat pooling in my belly. The rational part of my mind screamed at me to leave, to turn my back on all of this before it was too late.

But my body… my body was betraying me, every nerve alight with an electric anticipation that was impossible to ignore.

He had revealed himself to me, stripped away the facade, and now all that remained was the raw, brutal truth. He was a criminal. A leader. A man who wielded power like a weapon.

And instead of being repulsed by it, I felt… drawn in. Like a moth to a flame, knowing I’d get burned but unable to resist the pull.

“Are you scared?” he asked softly, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through the quiet room.

I swallowed hard, meeting his gaze.

“I’d be lying if I said no,” I admitted, forcing myself to stay steady under his watchful eyes. “This… this is a lot to take in, Aleksei. Finding out you’re… part of the Bratva, that you’ve been involved in God knows what…” I trailed off, shaking my head. “It’s terrifying.”

He stayed silent, waiting, his dark eyes studying me like he could see straight into my soul. I took a shaky breath, trying to calm the storm of emotions swirling inside me.

“But” I continued, lifting my chin, refusing to let him see how much he affected me, “some part of me… it’s drawn to you. Even now. Even after everything you’ve told me.”

His eyes darkened, a small, almost victorious smile tugging at his lips.

“Is that so?” he murmured. “And why is that, baby girl? Tell me.”

I bit my lip, trying to find the words.

“I don’t know,” I said honestly. “Maybe it’s because you’re… different. I’m tired of boys pretending to be men. You’re… you’re something else entirely.”

His smile grew, slow and dark, and I could see the satisfaction in his eyes. He knew what he was doing to me, the way he made my pulse race, the way he made me forget all the reasons I should be running away.

“You like that I’m dangerous, don’t you?” he whispered, leaning in so close that I could feel the warmth of his breath on my ear. “It turns you on.”

I couldn’t deny it, not when my body was betraying me so blatantly. My skin was flushed, my heart pounding in my chest like a drum.

“Maybe,” I whispered, my voice barely more than a breath.

His fingers trailed down my arm, sending shivers skittering across my skin.

“Good,” he said softly, his voice like a caress. “Because I’m going to show you just how dangerous I can be. But you’ll like it, Amy. I promise you that.”

I closed my eyes, trying to steady my breathing. This was insane. I should be terrified. But all I could think about was the way his touch set my nerves on fire and how his voice sent tremors of desire straight through me.

Maybe it was the adrenaline still coursing through my veins, or maybe it was the way he looked at me like I was his. But whatever it was, I couldn’t deny that I was falling deeper into his world with every breath, every touch, every word he spoke.

And the scariest part?

I wasn’t sure I wanted to stop it.

I watched as Aleksei leaned back in his chair, his eyes locked on mine, dark and unreadable. For a moment, I wondered if I had pushed him too far with my defiance, with my willingness to meet him head-on.

But then, slowly, deliberately, he stood.

My heart skipped a beat as he made his way around the table, his movements slow and predatory. He never broke eye contact, his gaze heavy and intense, as if he was studying every flicker of emotion that crossed my face.

When he reached me, he didn’t touch me at first. He just stood there, so close that I could feel the heat radiating off his body, the scent of him—something woodsy and masculine—making my knees go weak.

I swallowed hard, trying to keep my composure as I looked down at the floor. But then he lifted a finger, just a single finger, and tilted my chin up. The touch was feather-light, yet it sent a shockwave through me. My breath caught in my throat as he guided me to stand, that single touch enough to make me rise from my chair as if pulled by an invisible thread.

“Look at me,” he murmured, his voice low and commanding.

I forced myself to meet his gaze, my heart hammering so loudly I was sure he could hear it. His eyes were so dark they were almost black, filled with a heat that made my stomach clench with desire. There was no more pretending, no more trying to deny what I felt. I wanted him—desperately, achingly, in a way that made me feel wild and reckless.

His thumb brushed along my jawline, his touch sending shivers down my spine.

“You think you can handle my world, baby girl?” he whispered, his voice like velvet. “Are you sure you’re ready for everything that comes with being mine?”

The way he said ‘mine’ sent a thrill through me, and I couldn’t stop the way my lips parted, a soft gasp escaping before I could bite it back. But I didn’t look away.

“Yes, Daddy,” I whispered, my voice steady despite the fire coursing through my veins. “I can handle it. I can handle you.”

A devilish smile played on his lips, and before I could take another breath, he closed the distance between us. His mouth crashed against mine, hungry and demanding, like he’d been waiting for this moment as long as I had. The kiss was fierce, almost bruising, and I felt myself melt into him, my hands reaching up to tangle in his hair, pulling him closer.

Aleksei growled low in his throat, his arms wrapping around me like a vise. He kissed me deeper, his tongue parting my lips, claiming me in a way that sent a rush of heat straight to my core. I was drowning in him, every thought, every fear, every doubt dissolving in the heat of that kiss.

His hands roamed over my back, pulling me flush against him until there wasn’t an inch of space between us. I could feel the hard planes of his chest, the strength in his grip, the iron line of his cock and it only made me want him more. The taste of him—dark, intoxicating, dangerous—was everything I’d been trying to resist, and now that I had it, I was losing myself completely.

He broke the kiss just long enough to murmur against my lips, “Then you’re mine now, baby girl. There’s no going back.”

I should have been scared. I should have questioned him, pulled away, demanded answers. But all I could do was nod, my lips still tingling from his kiss, my body aching for more.

“Make me yours,” I whispered.

His mouth crashed into mine again, more intense this time, like he was determined to brand the words into me. And I let him, because in that moment, there was nothing I wanted more than to be consumed by him.

Without breaking the kiss, he bent down, one arm slipping beneath my legs, the other cradling my back. Before I could process what was happening, he lifted me effortlessly into his arms, holding me against his chest as if I weighed nothing at all. I gasped into his mouth, my fingers tightening around his shoulders as he carried me through the penthouse, the city lights flashing by through the tall windows.

“Aleksei—” I tried to catch my breath, but his lips were relentless, capturing mine in another bruising kiss that left me breathless and trembling.

“Shh, baby girl,” he murmured against my lips, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down my spine. “Daddy’s got you.”

We reached his bedroom, a vast, dark space filled with shadows and the soft glow of moonlight streaming through the windows. With a swift, almost casual movement, he tossed me onto the enormous bed. I bounced slightly on the soft mattress, my breath catching in my throat as I looked up at him.

He stood at the foot of the bed, his eyes burning with a hunger that made my pulse race. He was every bit the predator, and I was his willing prey. The thought should have scared me, but instead, I found myself wanting more—wanting him to devour me whole.

“Look at you,” he said, his voice a dark, velvet growl that sent a wave of heat straight to my core. “So pretty, all laid out like this for me.”

I tried to keep calm, but the way he was looking at me, like I was something he was going to feast on, made my entire body tingle with anticipation.

“Aleksei…” I whispered, not sure if it was a plea or a challenge.

“Ah, malen’kaya devushka ,” he murmured, his eyes never leaving mine as he climbed onto the bed, his powerful frame caging me in. “It’s Daddy now, remember?”

My heart skipped a beat, and I bit my lip, feeling my cheeks burn.

“Say it,” he urged, his voice low and dangerous, his fingers trailing up my thigh, pushing the hem of my borrowed shirt higher and higher. “Tell Daddy what you need.”

I could barely breathe, my thoughts a tangled mess of desire and confusion. But there was no denying the way my body responded to him, the way his words sent a shiver of pleasure through me.

“I… I need to come for you, Daddy,” I whispered.

A slow, wicked smile spread across his lips, and he leaned down, his mouth brushing my ear.

“Good girl,” he whispered, his breath hot against my skin. “But I’m going to need to hear you say it properly. Who do you belong to?”

I closed my eyes, my body arching into his touch as his fingers dipped beneath the edge of my panties. “You,” I gasped. “I belong to you… Daddy.”

His growl of approval was the only warning I got before he crushed his mouth against mine, his kiss hard and demanding, like he was staking his claim on me. I melted into him, my hands tangling in his hair, pulling him closer, needing him like I needed air to breathe.

“That’s right, baby girl,” he murmured against my lips, his voice dark and possessive. “You belong to me now. And Daddy’s going to take such good care of you.”

“Daddy,” I breathed.

He pulled back, just enough to look down at me, his dark eyes blazing.

“You’re so beautiful when you’re desperate for it, baby girl,” he said, his voice low and husky. “But you’re going to have to earn it. Daddy wants to hear you beg.”

My breath hitched, my cheeks flaming at his words. But the flush of embarrassment was quickly drowned out by the ache between my thighs. His fingers continued their slow, torturous exploration of my skin, brushing the sensitive spot where my thigh met my hip, only just glancing against my pussy, teasing me just enough to drive me wild.

The way he looked at me, the way his touch set my nerves on fire, it was like he was stripping me bare and unraveling me one piece at a time.

“Aleksei…” I whispered shakily. “Please.”

He smirked, shaking his head slowly.

“No, that’s not what I want to hear,” he said, his fingers skimming lower, just brushing the edge of my soaked panties. “Try again, little girl .”

I squeezed my eyes shut, my body trembling beneath him. I could feel my resolve crumbling, could feel the way my body was betraying me, responding to him like he had cast some kind of spell over me.

“Please. Please , Daddy ,” I finally said, my voice barely more than a breath. The words tasted foreign on my tongue, but as soon as I said them, something inside me gave way, and a flood of heat rushed through me straight to my clit.

“There we go,” he purred, his smile widening. “That’s my good girl.”

He leaned down, his lips capturing mine in a kiss that was both possessive and devastatingly gentle, as if rewarding me for my submission. His tongue slid against mine, coaxing me deeper, making me lose myself completely in the taste of him.

As he kissed me, his fingers slipped beneath the waistband of my panties, and I let out a soft, desperate moan against his mouth. Every nerve in my body was on fire, aching for his touch, for him to take me completely.

He pulled back just enough to watch me, his eyes glittering with dark satisfaction.

“That’s right,” he whispered, his fingers teasing me mercilessly. “Daddy’s going to take such good care of you, baby girl.”

I nodded frantically, my breaths coming in shallow gasps as his touch drove me even closer to the brink. “Yes, please,” I gasped, my voice breaking. “Please, I need you, Daddy.”

With a growl that sent a shiver down my spine, he finally gave me what I was begging for, his fingers sliding deep inside me. I cried out, arching against him, my hands clutching at his broad shoulders as he set a rhythm that was both relentless and consuming.

“That’s it, baby girl,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble in my ear as his fingers worked me over. “Take what Daddy gives you. Don’t hold back.”

I couldn’t. My body was completely out of my control, lost to the pleasure he was giving me. The sounds of my gasps and whimpers filled the room, mixing with the soft rustle of sheets and the harsh sound of his breathing as he watched me fall apart for him.

“Look at you,” he groaned, his eyes blazing with hunger as he thrust his fingers deeper, harder. “So perfect, coming apart for Daddy.”

I was teetering on the edge, so close to falling into that blinding abyss of pleasure. But I didn’t want to give in just yet—not without his permission. I clung to that last shred of control, even as my body trembled with the effort of holding back.

“Please,” I begged, my voice cracking. “Please, Daddy, let me?—”

“Not yet,” he growled, his lips brushing my ear. “I want you to feel it. I want you to know who owns every inch of this beautiful body.”

I whimpered, my hips bucking against his hand as I fought to obey him. Every muscle in my body was taut, straining, desperate for release. But he held me right there, on the precipice, waiting for me to surrender completely.

“Say it again,” he commanded, his voice harsh with need. “Tell me who you belong to.”

“ You ,” I gasped, my voice a ragged whisper. “I belong to you , Daddy. Please, I’m yours. Please let me come for you. Please, Daddy.”

A satisfied growl rumbled deep in his chest, and in that moment, he finally pushed me over the brink. His fingers moved faster, his thumb pressing down on my clit, his lips capturing mine in a searing kiss as my world shattered around me. I came undone beneath him, every nerve in my body lighting up as I cried out into his mouth.

He didn’t stop, didn’t let up, driving me through wave after wave of pleasure until I was nothing more than a trembling, gasping mess beneath him. Finally, he slowed, his fingers stilling, his lips softening against mine.

“You did so well, baby girl,” he murmured soothingly, his breath warm against my skin. “Such a good girl for Daddy.”

I collapsed against the bed, my body limp, my mind still reeling from the intensity of what had just happened. His words washed over me, and despite everything, despite the darkness, the danger, the unknown… I had never felt so safe. So very wanted. So very taken care of.

And then his mouth settled between my legs and the moment his tongue brushed my clit, I gasped, still too overly sensitive to any kind of stimulation.

“Daddy!”

He pulled back just a little bit to cock his head and give me a look.

“You’re going to take what Daddy gives you or else you’re going over my knee and I promise you, baby girl, you’re not going to like it,” he growled.

My pussy clenched hard.

“Daddy,” I whined, and he pulled his hand back just far enough so that he could spank my pussy.

That’s right.

He spanked my pussy.

Not once, or twice, but three times in quick succession.

The sting hit me in an instant, hot and fast and overwhelming. I gasped, my thighs tensing as I bit the side of my cheek, trying to keep quiet. My clit pulsed, my scalded flesh throbbing from the harshness of his hand. I swallowed hard and pressed my thighs back open, trying to be obedient.

His gaze met mine and the darkness burning within them was terrifying.

“That cute little ass isn’t the only thing that’s going to get spanked if you’re not a good girl for me tonight,” he breathed and at that, I cried out in fervent arousal and relentless fear.

Then he leaned forward and licked along the entire seam of my pussy.

Oh, good God.

The wet heat of his mouth, the way his tongue lapped against me, was too much. I moaned, the sound long and drawn out, and he chuckled, his breath washing over my heated skin.

“That’s it. You’re going to come for Daddy. You don’t get a say in how hard or how many times you’re going to come for me tonight. You’re just going to be a good girl and keep coming for me, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Daddy,” I whispered, my core clenching tight with fear and arousal.

He smiled, the expression feral and hungry, and then leaned in to taste me again.

This time, he didn’t stop.

He licked and sucked and nipped and teased, driving me higher and higher until I was practically screaming. My hips rocked against his face, my hands gripping the sheets so tightly I was afraid they would tear. Pleasure rolled through me, hot and intense and so fucking good, I couldn’t believe it was real.

It didn’t matter that my clit was sensitive from that first orgasm. He simply ate my pussy like a man starved and before I could stop myself, another climax tore through me with the power of a hurricane.

I screamed, my voice hoarse and desperate, my body convulsing beneath his relentless assault. White-hot bliss hammered my senses, each band of pleasure brutal.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he pulled back, his eyes dark and hooded with desire. He looked like a predator, like a king, and in that moment, all I wanted was for him to devour me.

And he did.

Over and over again.

I lost count of how many times I came. I lost count of how many ways he took me. All I knew was the blissful agony of his touch, the overwhelming pleasure of being his, completely and utterly. My clit ached, but that didn’t stop him from suckling it even harder, all while he pressed his fingers deep inside of me.

I arched clean off the bed. I closed my eyes as they watered, the sensations whirling within me overwhelming.

That was when the tears came.

They started as a trickle, slipping down the sides of my face and into my hair. But soon, they became a torrent, hot and messy and overwhelming. My chest heaved with sobs, the sound ragged and raw and somehow, it seemed to fuel him even more.

His fingers pumped harder, faster, curling against my G-spot with every thrust.

“Daddy, please ,” I begged, my voice ragged.

“Daddy’s not through with you just yet,” he murmured, before his mouth latched onto my clit once more.

I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, couldn’t do anything but ride the waves of pleasure crashing over me. And through it all, Aleksei didn’t stop. He didn’t let up, not for a single second.

He kept me suspended in that haze of bliss, wringing orgasm after orgasm from my trembling body. Until, finally, when I thought I couldn’t take any more, when the pleasure had become a pain so acute that I didn’t know how to bear it, he slowed.

His fingers stilled inside of me, his mouth softening against my overworked clit.

I collapsed back onto the bed, panting and gasping, my body slick with sweat. Aleksei lifted his head, his gaze meeting mine, and a slow, satisfied smile spread across his face.

“There you are,” he crooned, his voice low and possessive. “My sweet little girl. You did so well, taking everything Daddy gave you.”

I shuddered, his words washing over me like a caress. My body felt heavy, sated, like I was floating on a cloud of bliss. Aleksei moved up the bed, his strong arms wrapping around me and pulling me close.

He held me against his chest, his fingers trailing through my hair, his heartbeat steady and comforting beneath my ear as my tears flowed down my cheeks.

I sighed, the sound soft and content. This was where I belonged.

In Daddy’s arms.

And in his bed.