Shattered Hearts
(Book 1 in the Mikhailov Bratva Series & the Forbidden Bonds Duet)
Adrik
I've got to have her when I see her through my rifle's scope. I'm here to commit murder, and she stops it. Out of curiosity and revenge, I snatched her under h...
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THAT WAS THE SECOND TIME I slept for nearly three hours in a bed with Giulia's body tangled with mine. Her leg was around my waist, her arm around my chest, and her head resting on my neck. She smelled of sex and lavender, and my cock twitched, wanting to wake her up with some hard fucking.
She had a swollen pussy, so I decided against it. Giulia fed my dark desires when she shivered at my filthy words and when I rubbed her slit with my gun. Blyat, she even loved when I spat on her pussy and fucked her hard.
My sweet Giulia liked dominance and trusted me to use her body. I needed to use condoms when I fucked her. Neither of us could raise a baby now, although I'd like to see her swell round with my seed. She would be the sexiest pregnant woman to walk this earth.
I pushed my desires away and dressed in cargo pants and a white shirt that threatened to rip off my chest. I usually worked out, showered and wore a suit to start my day. That'll come after breakfast. I searched for my cell phone, tucked my gun into my waistband and kissed Giulia's head before leaving the bedroom. I plucked a daisy from the vase in the hallway, returned to the bedroom and placed it on my pillow. I hope she loved it.
I found my mother and Vera in the kitchen whispering and stirring pans. "YA uzhe dumayu o detyakh. Vy dolzhny byli uslyshat' ikh proshloy noch'yu. Oni razrushili eti steny i pozhirali drug druga, kak lyubovniki." My mother chuckled, flipping a syrniki in the pan.
Translation: I'm already thinking about children. You should have heard them last night. They tore down these walls and devoured each other like lovers.
"Interesno, oni seychas zanimayutsya lyubov'yu pod prostynyami?" Yuliya laughed, pouring eggs into the pan. I wondered when they'd realise I was there. "On skazal, skazhi mne, chto ya tvoy, i ona skazala eto. YA ne pomnyu, chtoby u menya byl takoy seks." What the fuck? I cleared my throat. My mother screamed, the spatula flying out of her hand. "Adrik, what are you doing here?" Her eyes darted behind me.
Translation: I wonder if they're making love under the sheets right now?...He said tell me I'm yours and she said it. I don't remember having sex like this.
"What am I doing here? I recalled you telling me to stay the night." I walked to my mother and kissed her head. "Dobroye utro, Vera."
Translation: Good morning, Vera.
"Adrik," Vera chuckled, mixing the eggs.
"You ladies are having quite the conversation."
"What conversation?" My mother's cheeks turned red, and she lowered her head into the pan. "Are you hungry? You must be, eh?" She teased. "Where's Giulia?"
I groaned, walking to the coffee machine. "It's morning, and Giulia likes to sleep in." Sometimes. She'd feel my side of the bed and wake up soon enough. It was a habit of hers.
