STORY EXCERPT

She stepped closer to a large picture of a mother with her daughter standing by a small house with fields of flowers surrounding them. That could have very well been her and her mother, except for the abundant flowers. In their home, a small, quaint house where they worked hard to live a modest life, there was little money left for planting flowers or engaging in frivolous things like pretty flowers to gaze upon. Not when they were both working so hard to pay for food, maintain their home, and ultimately hide. Malayna should have known her gut was right when she started talking to her mother about colleges, and perhaps heading to the States for better opportunities. Her mother forbade that she even look at colleges and told her she needed to maintain her position as a maid and nurse for the elderly in the local hospital. It was there she met Olenna, an older woman who had been a teacher. It was with Olenna that she learned about art, about history, and about photography. Olenna introduced her to the basics of taking photos and then even gave her a camera to use. She had been taking pictures that day. The day she got home late and stumbled upon her mother being murdered. Vlladim killed her.

“Malayna?”

She gasped and swung around to see Nicolai standing there. She hadn’t even heard him approach nor had she even realized that a tear rolled down her cheek until it was too late. She quickly used the back of her hand to wipe it away and then turned from him.

“I’m sorry to have frightened you. Are you okay?” he asked her in that deep tone of voice laced with a Russian accent. She knew that he was a man of honor and respect, one of the highest bosses of the Russian mob. Being her father came last.

She looked at him. “I’m okay, and just enjoying the art you have on display. This piece right here reminds me of my home,” she said to him and looked at it.

“Is that so?” he asked, joining her. She turned to look up at him. He was a very attractive man with bright blue eyes identical to hers. She had his thick, distinguished eyebrows and a little bit of his nose. Most of her features, though, seemed to be more like her mother’s. She was petite, five foot three, very thin, and her long chocolate locks were wavy and thick and hung past her lower back.

“This painting was done by a Ukrainian artist, not far from Lozova.”

“From Lozova?” she asked, stepping closer.

Nicolai turned to look at her.

“I didn’t know that you existed, Malayna,” he whispered.

She tilted her head up toward him.

“I knew that you existed, just not who exactly you were. My mother told me you were alive but that you were the kind of man that couldn’t love a woman like her.” She saw the changes in his eyes but he held firm, not revealing whether her words affected him at all. She continued.

“She told me stories about you. About a handsome man with striking blue eyes that had taken her breath away. She talked about the places you took her and the good times you shared and how quickly she fell in love with you.”

“My father knew I was in love with Mya and that I was sneaking around to see her. The next thing I know she disappears. For twenty years I heard nothing, and then one day I receive a call from your mother.”

“What? She called you, when?”

“The day she was killed. She told me about you. Said I had a beautiful daughter and she felt that your life was in danger. Some man came to see her the day before trying to sell something but she knew he wasn’t a salesman. She realized that he was someone looking for you. She died that day. You were taken before my men could get to the house. They found her. I took care of her, Malayna. She had a proper burial and I promised her as I stood over her grave that I would find you. That I would do everything in my power to do so.”

She felt the tears fill her eyes. She had a mix of emotions. She wanted to say to him that if he had searched for her mother when she first disappeared, he and her mother could have married and kept Malayna safe. That he could have provided protection if he thought they were in danger. She felt like he didn’t do enough, yet she learned from Viktor, her cousin, that Nicolai had been searching for over three years.

She stared at the picture as the tears fell, and then she felt his hand take hers and squeeze it tight.

“I will make it up to you, Malayna. I will be here for you to guide you, protect you, and keep you safe. You’re all I have left of Mya and the love we shared.”

He brought her hand to his lips and kissed the top of it. More tears fell.

She nodded and wondered what the future might bring for her, and whether or not Nicolai and his Russian connections could keep her safe from a man like Vlladim.

ADULT EXCERPT

The multitude of muscles, tan skin, and an array of scars both faded and deep reflected from his body. He looked made of stone, like some chiseled god from another time, another era, a warrior of sorts. That thought had her parting her lips then reaching out to touch his chest.

Her strong-willed, defiant leader tightened up and squinted his eyes then hissed at her touching him. She pulled back and he snagged her wrist so damn fast she gasped.

He shook his head. “Don’t stop,” he said to her. His words caused her pussy to clench, her breasts to suddenly feel full, and she felt the second set of hands, fingers caress down her back as lips kissed her bare back all the way to the space above her ass where the material ended.

She moaned softly. She was overstimulated and they hadn’t even undressed her yet. She shivered with anticipation and also a bit of fear of their reaction to her not wearing any undergarments whatsoever.

The thought that her touch affected Star just so, and apparently the others, too, as they now stood naked around her, aroused her body further and put her on edge. She was strung so tight she felt about ready to burst. She wanted this, though. She wanted them. She pressed her palms against Star’s chest and then moved closer.

“I’m yours,” he whispered as she ran her palms along his chest, over his nipples that hardened from her touch, making her feel more brazen. She leaned closer as Border unzipped the side of her dress and the material lowered against her upper arms.

She looked up at him and at his eyes as they widened, zoned in on her exposed breasts, and she licked his nipple.

“Damn, Malayna,” he hissed and gripped her head and hair, lowered his mouth to hers and kissed her. Her arms fell to her sides in submission to his control. It seemed he couldn’t handle her touching him like she did without reciprocating it.

Her dress was pushed down to the floor by Border’s hard, large hands and then his mouth landed on her ass. He was kissing her lower back then each ass cheek as he massaged them and manipulated her thighs.

“So fucking sexy. Your skin is perfect,” Lucca whispered on her left and then she felt his lips kiss her shoulder and her neck. She tilted slightly to the right only to feel Krane’s mouth suckle against her neck as Star continued to explore her mouth. She allowed them complete control of her body.

Star released her lips and lowered down to her breast. “Damn, Malayna, you’re incredible,” he said and suckled her breast, making her gasp and reach out for his head. She ran her fingers through his hair only for Star to suckle harder as a finger stroked under her ass to her pussy.

She jerked back and Krane took one of her hands and Lucca took the other and they brought them to their lips. She felt them suckling each digit slowly into their mouths as Star feasted on one breast then the other and Border fingered her pussy.

She closed her eyes and moaned. “Oh God, this feels incredible. It’s more than I imagined. Oh,” she moaned and felt her body spasm as she came.

“The bed now,” Star ordered.

She gasped as Border pulled his fingers from her cunt and then all four men guided her backward. Hands held under her, guiding her gently to the bed.

Her back landed on the softest, most comfortable mattress she had ever felt beneath her. “My God, you’re a goddess, woman, an absolute goddess,” Border told her and he cupped her breast. He leaned down and kissed her lips. She closed her eyes because the sight of their sexy, naked bodies and thick, long cocks shocked her. She had never seen a naked man. Never laid eyes on a cock until these men and she was overwhelmed.

“Open your eyes, sweetness. We’re all yours, too,” Krane said to her. She blinked her eyes open to find them all just looking down at her. Star began to caress her thighs wider and she tightened up.

He shook his head slowly.

“Oh no you don’t. This sweet, virgin cunt is all ours to feast on, to explore, and to bring you pleasure.” He glided his palms up her inner thighs and when his thumbs touched her oversensitive pussy lips she cried out another release.

“Holy fuck,” Lucca said and as they locked gazes he smiled wickedly at her as he licked along her nipple then suckled part of her breast into his mouth. At the same time as she gasped, Star pressed a digit up into her pussy and began to stroke into her. She was aroused beyond belief. She hadn’t a clue as to what she was supposed to do but they talked to her, whispered to her, and all touched her together.

It was overwhelming, especially when suddenly they all had their mouths on her at once.

Star licked her pussy and replaced his fingers with his tongue. He was relentless with his strokes and the way he suckled her clit as Border rubbed her cream over a sensitive spot on her pussy, adding to Star’s ministrations. Lucca was feasting on one breast as Krane feasted on her other breast before lifting up and kissing her mouth. When he brought her hand over his cock and showed her how to rub it just right she came again.