10. LEIGH

Chapter 10

LEIGH

I lie on the bed, every nerve attuned to Radomir’s presence. My skin warms where it brushes against his, my heart pounding in an uneven rhythm as I fight to steady my breath. This is all so foreign to me—sharing a bed with a man, being this close, feeling this rush of fear and anticipation swirling inside me.

Radomir rolls onto his side, propping his head on his hand as he gazes down at me with those piercing blue eyes. The intensity in them sends a shiver down my spine.

“Relax, krasivaya,” he murmurs, his deep voice like velvet. “I’ll make this easy for you.” He kisses my lips gently with his.

I lick my dry lips. “I know,” I whisper back.

And somehow, despite everything, I do know it deep down. Radomir may be a feared Bratva leader, but there’s something about him—a gentleness as he looks at me now—that makes me feel safe, even as my body trembles.

I hesitate, my fingers brush against the hard, silken steel of his erection. Radomir’s breath hitches, a low, guttural growl rumbling from his chest at my inexperienced touch. Fear jolts through me, and I snatch my hand back, eyes wide.

“I’m sorry,” I whisper, my voice catching in my throat. Oh God, what am I doing? My cheeks burn with embarrassment. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

Radomir’s gaze locks with mine, a heady mix of hunger and reassurance. In one smooth motion, he swings over me, his elbows braced as his face hovers inches from mine. The warmth of his skin ignites a fire low in my belly.

“Oh, Leigh,” he murmurs, his lips grazing mine with each word. “That was not a growl of pain, krasivaya. Your innocent touch is driving me wild with pleasure.”

He captures my mouth in a searing kiss, his tongue delving deep, claiming me with an intensity that steals my breath. I melt into him, my fingers tangling in his hair, holding him close as the kiss overwhelms my senses.

Radomir breaks the kiss. His mouth trails down my neck, his teeth grazing my sensitive skin, sending sparks of pleasure coursing through my veins. I arch into his touch, craving more, needing to feel his hands and lips everywhere at once.

“Radomir,” I breathe, my voice a desperate plea, a prayer for the ecstasy only he can provide.

He answers my unspoken request, his hand cupping my breast, his thumb teasing the hardened peak. I gasp, the sensation electric, my body responding to his skilled touch.

“Do you like that, little one?” Radomir murmurs, his tongue flicking the rosy bud, his deep voice a seductive caress. “Do you want more?”

“Yes,” I whisper, my inhibitions melting away, devoured by the inferno of passion he’s unleashed within me. “Please, Radomir, yes. Oh God, just like that.”

His mouth closes over my breast, his tongue teasing and swirling, sending bolts of pleasure straight to my core. I’m lost in the overwhelming sensation. His other hand finds my neglected breast, kneading and teasing, driving me to the brink of madness.

“Radomir,” I moan, my fingers clenching the sheets, my back arching off the bed, desperate for more of his touch, more of this exquisite torture, desperate for him to explore more of me.

He releases my nipple with a soft pop, his eyes finding mine, dark with desire and a hint of something deeper, something that terrifies and thrills me in equal measure. Radomir’s hands skim down my sides, his touch leaving trails of fire in their wake.

He settles between my thighs, his broad shoulders parting my legs, and I tremble, both with anticipation and a flicker of fear. This is uncharted territory for me. The hunger in his gaze quickens my pulse and sends a pang of aching need through me.

“Open your legs for me, my beautiful little bird,” he commands, his voice a low rumble that resonates through my body.

Lost in a swirl of desire, I obey, baring myself to him. Vulnerability prickles beneath the haze of lust, a voice inside me whispering warnings I don’t want to hear. But his gaze—hungry, reverent—drowns out the fear. It’s as though, with each touch, he claims a piece of my soul.

He sucks in a sharp breath, his eyes darkening as they roam over my most intimate parts. I feel exposed and vulnerable, but the reverence in his gaze, the way he licks his lips as if he’s starving and I’m his favorite meal, sends a surge of feminine power through my veins.

Slowly, almost teasingly, he runs a finger along my slit, and I nearly burst out of my skin at the sensation. A whimper escapes my lips as he parts my folds, his finger finding my clit and circling it with maddening precision.

“So wet for me,” he murmurs, his voice thick with approval. “I’ve barely touched you, and you’re dripping. Do you have any idea what you do to me, Leigh? I want to possess every part of you.”

I can only moan in response, my hips lifting off the bed, seeking more of his touch. He chuckles, a dark, sinful sound that only fuels the fire raging inside me.

“Patience, little one,” he admonishes, but there’s a hint of strain in his voice, a tell that he’s just as affected as I am. “We have all night, and I intend to take my time with you, and when I’m done, you’ll crave my touch, my cock, like the very air you breathe— you’ll be mine, body and soul, ptichka .”

His words should frighten me, should set off warning bells in my head, but all I feel is a bone-deep craving, an ache that consumes me, body, and soul. With Radomir’s fingers working their magic on my clit and his eyes boring into mine, I know he’s right. He’s claiming me, branding me as his own, and a part of me welcomes it, craves it with an intensity that steals my breath.

“I want to taste you, krasivaya,” he rumbles, his voice a sensual caress. “I want to drink your sweet nectar.”

I can only moan in response, my hips lifting off the bed, seeking more of his touch. Radomir’s head dips lower, his breath fanning over my sensitive flesh, and my entire body tenses in anticipation.

When his tongue finally makes contact, I let out a strangled cry, my fingers twisting in the silk sheets beneath me. He licks a slow, deliberate stripe up my slit, savoring my taste before swirling around my clit in a maddening pattern.

“Oh, God,” I whimper, my head thrashing against the pillow. “Radomir, please...” I’m not even sure what I’m pleading for, but I know he can give it to me.

He hums against me, the vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure rippling through my body. “Please, what, ptichka? Tell me what you need.”

I struggle to form coherent thoughts, my mind hazy with desire. “I need... I need...”

But before I can finish, he’s sliding a long, thick finger into my dripping channel, and the world falls away. He pumps slowly, deliberately, curling his finger in a come-hither motion that has me seeing stars. When he adds a second finger, stretching me deliciously, I nearly sob with relief.

“That’s it,” he coaxes, his voice rough with his own arousal. “Let go for me, Leigh. Let me see you come undone.”

His fingers pick up speed, thrusting and twisting, hitting a spot deep inside me that I didn’t even know existed. The tension coils tighter and tighter. My body wound like a spring, ready to snap. And when his lips close around my clit, sucking hard, I shatter.

The orgasm rips through me like a tidal wave, my body convulsing, my back arching off the bed. Radomir’s fingers never slow, working me through it, prolonging the pleasure until it borders on pain. I’m dimly aware of the sounds I’m making—a litany of moans and gasps and broken pleas—but I can’t bring myself to care.

As I float down from the high, my body boneless and sated, Radomir presses a tender kiss to my inner thigh. “Beautiful,” he murmurs, his voice filled with a reverence that makes my heart clench. “Absolutely fucking beautiful.”

Radomir crawls back up my body, his heated skin slick with sweat, leaving trails of warmth against my own. His scent—spiced with musk and faint cologne—fills my senses, grounding me in the moment. His eyes are dark, his pupils blown wide with desire, and I can feel the hard length of him pressing insistently against my thigh.

“You are so responsive, my untouched Leigh,” he murmurs, his voice husky and filled with a possessive edge that sends a shiver down my spine. “So perfect, so made for me.”

He dips his head, capturing my lips in a searing kiss that steals the breath from my lungs. I can taste myself on his tongue, tangy and forbidden, and it only fuels the fire burning in my veins. I arch into him, my hands coming up to tangle in his hair, desperate for more, for anything he’ll give me.

But then he pulls back, just far enough to meet my gaze. “I’m sorry, ptichka,” he whispers, his thumb brushing over my kiss-swollen lips. “This is going to hurt.”

Hurt? What does he mean, hurt? But before I can ask, before I can even begin to process his words, he’s kissing me again, deep and consuming, and I’m lost. Lost in the feel of him, in the heat of his body, and the promise of what’s to come.

As the blunt head of his cock nudges at my entrance, I realize what he means. Sabrina had told me that her first time stung for a few seconds— just relax and let it happen , she’d said.

So I close my eyes and wait for the pain. Wait for the burn. Wait for Radomir to claim me, body and soul, in the way I know we’ve both been craving since the moment we first laid eyes on each other.

RADOMIR

Her body is like molten silk, hot and clinging, and so damn tight around my cock. I’ve fucked countless women in my life, but nothing—nothing—feels like this. It’s a heady, intoxicating feeling that threatens to cloud my judgment, and I lock it down ruthlessly.

“Relax,” I growl in her ear as I fight to hold back the tide of pleasure threatening to consume me. “You’re so damn tight, Leigh.” My words are punctuated by shallow thrusts, each one taking me deeper into her depths until I’m buried inside of her up to where I feel the barrier.

Her nails dig into my back, but her eyes—her eyes are what undo me. They’re on fire, reflecting the same abandon, the same need that courses through my veins. And in that moment, I’m lost, consumed by a hunger I never knew existed—a hunger for her.

“I’m sorry, ptichka,” I grunt, giving one hard, sharp thrust, and feel the barrier give way. Her body tenses, her eyes widen, and her grip constricts around my arm. I still for a moment. Leaning down to kiss her lips. “Are you okay, ptichka?”

Her eyes search mine, and she nods, then starts to move, pushing herself on my cock. “Please… please… Radomir, I need you.” She breathes. “I... need this. Don’t stop.”

“Oh, fuck, Leigh!” Her innocent desire unravels me, and I start to move. Leigh matches my pace as I drive into her, slowly losing control. “You’re driving me crazy. Oh fuuuckkk…”

LEIGH

Radomir’s words are my undoing, unraveling the last threads of my self-control. His gruff words send shivers down my spine, and I arch my hips up to meet his thrusts. The pain is a distant memory now, replaced by a white-hot need that engulfs me whole.

“Yes!” I pant, my nails raking against his back. “Oh… I… oh, Radomir, don’t stop, don’t stop… please.”

His response is a feral groan, and he obliges, slamming into me with a ferocity that should have scared me... if it weren’t for the way he does it: with a possessiveness that ignites my insides, making me burn brighter than the Vegas Strip outside our window.

“God, Leigh. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you,” he grunts, his thrusts becoming even more potent, his grip on my hips bruising. “You feel so fucking good. So good.”

Tangled up in his arms, with his cock buried deep inside me, I realize that I don’t know if I’ll ever get enough of him or this either. I’ve never felt such fire, abandon, and need before. Thought dissolves into the dark haze of lust. My body reaches a peak I didn’t know was possible, shattering as I cry out his name. For a moment, nothing exists but raw, mind-numbing pleasure.

I drift back as Radomir grunts and tenses, “Oh fuck, Leigh—“ he groans as my pussy walls clamp around his cock milking the last pulses of pleasure from him as he spills his seed inside me, dropping to his elbows, his face buried in the crook of my neck.

We lie there in silence, our breaths slowly evening out. He shifts us onto our sides, his arms wrapping around me possessively. “You’re mine now, Leigh Dalton,” he whispers against my ear. “No one will touch you like I have.”

I should push back, say something, anything, but I can’t. I’m too spent, too tangled in the warmth of his hold. For now, it feels safe. It feels... almost like love. But as sleep begins to pull me under, a sharp voice in the back of my mind whispers: This safety has chains, and this warmth will leave scars.

Then, just before darkness claims me, his voice comes again, low and dangerous. “If anyone even tries, ptichka, I’ll kill them.”

The words follow me into sleep, cold and inescapable, leaving me wondering if they were real—or if I it was part of my dream state. Either way I feel the chains that trap me to Radomir tightening and even though I’ve only just met him he’s already started stealing parts of my heart and soul. That’s dangerous and all the more reason I have to find an escape as fast as I can but not tonight. I snuggle closer and give over to sleep.