Free Deadly (Born Bratva Book 5) by Suzanne Steele

up in the backseat until I showed up to help him see the light. I knew I wouldn’t be able to let him just walk away, and I almost felt sorry for him until I saw him touching her. The memories remain vivid as I recall the moment when Roksana and I finally acknowledged the true nature of our connection.
     
    They had already left the prom by the time I arrived with the intention of taking her straight home – well, maybe not straight home; I planned on blistering that ass of hers with the palm of my hand first for sneaking out without me. When I heard a bunch of kids talking about blowing off the prom to go parking instead, I knew exactly where I’d find her.
    The night was dark but there was just enough moonlight to see them fumbling around inside her car. She had no idea I followed her and he damn sure didn’t know either. They had been at it long enough to fog up the car windows, but I could make out shadowy silhouettes of heads and limbs doing who knows what, and it made my blood boil. I crept up to the car and jerked the back door open, pulling her horny date from the backseat of her car and ignoring Roksana’s shrieks of protest.
    Roksana straightened her clothes as she stumbled out of the car. Rage roared through me as I took in her rumpled state. She tugged her strapless bodice back into place and smoothed the short skirt down over her thighs. Why would she let this inexperienced fucker paw at her like that? And what the fuck was she doing driving her own car when she had me, anyway? Only my little control freak would insist on driving her own car on a date. I mean, what asshole would let his date drive on prom night? Have some fucking pride…
    She had deliberately tried to hide from me that night. But there was no way she could hide from a man as obsessed as I was. I had maintained a sense of decorum with her until then because I thought she was safely under my control. But this?! She was about to find out how that night’s fiasco changed everything.
    My fist crashed into the punk’s face over and over until I tossed him to the ground, little more than a limp tuxedo in a puddle of blood.
    “What the fuck is wrong with you, Oleg?” she shrieked. “With the way you’re acting, somebody might think you want to fuck me. Do you? I’m a virgin. What fun could that possibly be, right?”
    I was captivated as she hiked her dress up, hooking her thumbs under the sides of her panties and sliding them down, down, down until they fell to the ground at her feet. Her eyes were locked on mine defiantly before she straightened and covered her mound with her hands in a spontaneous and unexpected gesture of modesty.
    I licked my lips and stepped toward her, pushing her up against the car as I jerked her hands away and slid my own hand into their place.
    “This is mine, Roksana. This virgin pussy belongs to me,” I rasped into her ear. “And when the time is right, I am going to tie you down and take your hymen.” I slid my middle finger up and down her slit until her body was writhing, doing a dance I choreographed with each slow stroke. “Did he make you come? Did you let him do this to you?” I asked bitterly.
    “No, no, we just kissed, that’s all,” she gasped.
    “Just kissed,” I muttered, shaking my head as I roughly swiped my thumb across her lips, removing her lipstick and any trace of that boy. With my other hand, I continued to stroke her clit, rolling it between my thumb and forefinger until she begged me to let her come. “You belong to me, Roksana. I want to hear you say it. Promise me; tell me I’ll be the only man you take inside your body.”
    She pressed her hands flat against the car door, clenching her fingers as her face contorted and her body began to jerk uncontrollably. “I’m yours, okay? Only yours. Oh, fuck, yesssss…”
    After she rode out the orgasm against my hand, I straightened her clothes and took her home, leaving her date to wallow in his own blood. Finally, things were