Free Brie's Russian Fantasy (After Graduation, #3) by Red Phoenix

When he continued, his jaw was clenched as if it physically hurt him to speak the words.
    “I remember the day as if it were yesterday. I can still smell the exhaust fumes from the school bus as it pulled up to my stop. I saw her car and his , and then my dad drove up in his Ferrari. He wasn’t scheduled to arrive for another two days. I pushed my way through the line, trying to get off the bus, hoping I could prevent what was about to play out.”
    Sir closed his eyes, obviously reliving it in his mind. “I ran, but he had already disappeared into the house. I headed directly for the bedroom even though I knew it was too late. I entered the room to see my father pointing a gun at my mother. He vacillated between aiming it at her and the naked boy toy. For a second, I thought he would shoot her dead, but then he lowered it. The only thing he asked her was, ‘Why?’ My mother said nothing.”
    He opened his eyes and stared blankly ahead. “He turned to me and said, ‘I’m sorry, son’, put the gun to his head and pulled the trigger before I could move to stop him.” Sir’s voice caught, but he cleared his throat and continued. “I ran to him, begging him to hold on even though I knew…”
    Sir turned to Brie, the rawness of his pain written clearly in his face. “I watch the life ebb from his eyes…heard his death rattle. It is a terrible thing to witness—the death of a loved one.” Sir looked away. In the barest whisper he added, “It haunts me to this day.”
    Silent tears rolled down Brie’s cheeks as she put her hand on Sir’s and squeezed tightly, wanting to impart her strength.
    His voice was devoid of emotion when he spoke again. “My mother was a convincing liar. She kept my father’s estate and all his assets while she trashed his reputation to protect hers. She stripped everything from him… So I disowned her, legally distancing myself from the whore.”
    Brie braved a question. “How did you move on from it, Sir?”
    “I am my father’s son. I must strive for excellence in everything I do. I went to college, graduated with honors. Even though I had sworn myself away from women, my Italian blood would not be satisfied. I was wired to explore the female body. Thankfully, Rytsar introduced me to the BDSM lifestyle in college. Although he has preferences that I do not share, I found the lifestyle itself fascinating. Yet, it was the level of trust required in the D/s relationship that was the most appealing. It was the only sane choice for me.”
    “I’m glad you found a way to move past it, Sir.”
    “On the outside it may appear that way, but for most of my adult life I have been emotionally dead. My satisfaction has been in helping others explore their limits, because I have been unwilling to explore mine.”
    “And now, Sir?”
    In answer, he covered her in a blanket and put the mask over her eyes. “Try to sleep, Brie. I have a feeling Donkova is going to keep us entertained from the moment we land.”

    Brie woke to Sir’s light touch. “We’re here.”
    She popped up in her seat and pulled off the mask, then quickly gathered her things. “I can’t believe it!” she whispered, conscious of the other travelers still snoozing. She was thrilled to be one of the first ones off the plane. Sir led her to the immigration area, where she was confronted with the long lines.
    “And this is where we wait,” Sir said with resignation.
    Brie pulled out her passport in anticipation, but the lines weren’t moving. She craned her neck to see what the holdup was when a severe-looking security guard with mirrored sunglasses grabbed the passport from her hand.
    “Hey!”
    Sir tried to take it back, but two similar men showed up. The one with her passport took Brie by the arm, dragging her away. Sir attempted to follow her, but the other two men held him back. He fought against them, but was unable to break free.
    “Brie, I will come for you! Don’t do anything or say anything until I find