Free Distrust (Smirnov Bratva Book 1) by T.l Smith

in a shy voice.
    I twist around a little more so my body is facing hers. My hand reaches up and touches her cheek, her eyes close.
    “Have you been kissed before?” She shakes her head infinitesimally, but keeps her eyes closed. “You sure you want me to be the first?”
    Her eyes open and she thinks before she nods. I lean down and place my lips softly on hers. I am not used to soft, I’m used to Elina, who draws blood. But I know I can’t be that way with her, she isn’t Elina.
    Her mouth tastes like toothpaste, her lips so soft, they don’t feel real. She moves her lips on mine, slightly opening her mouth. I move so I’m higher, lifting myself up on my arms, grabbing her face with my free hand. She arches toward me, I try not to move, we can’t go further than a kiss. My tongue touches her, her tongue touches mine. I hear her moan as we kiss deeply, then I pull back, lying straight on my back. Her face comes into view over mine and she stares down at me.
    “Was I bad?” she asks shyly.
    I cover my eyes, pulling her down to me and tucking her under my arm. “No,” I answer with my hand wrapped around her waist.
    “Then why?” Her head stays still and she doesn’t move.
    “I just don’t think I am it. I don’t think we are it.”
    “It’s her,” she says.
    I don’t answer because the truth of it is… it is her.
     

 
    Chapter 14
    Kazier
    Past
    I was angry, beyond angry. My father had just informed me, that within the next two years, I would be married to his chosen bride. He was still the boss, so what he said goes. So I couldn’t argue with him. He’d been teaching me and working me up for this position for years. I was soon to be in charge of the Bratva, and soon everyone would listen to what I had to say, even my father if it came down to it. I wanted to kick someone’s head in, I wanted to reach my hand into their stomach and pull out their intestines. I drove straight from his place to my small apartment, I’d hardly ever stayed there. Generally, I remained in the guest house at my father’s, as it was easier to work out of. So when I pulled up and saw her sitting on my stairs, I was instantly shocked. I hadn’t seen her since that night in the alleyway.
    She stood up from the steps. That night she wore a skirt, all I’d ever seen her in was a dress. Her shirt was cut off, her midriff was showing, her heels made her around the same height as me. I didn’t walk straight to her, I stood where I was at my car just watching her. I knew if I got too close, I wouldn’t be able to control myself with her.
    “Why are you here?”
    Her head dropped to the side, and she placed one leg behind the other, rubbing her calf.
    “Better yet… how did you even know where I lived?”
    Her eyes dropped to the ground, and she smirked. “I have my ways. Aren’t you happy to see me?” she toyed.
    I took my first step toward her, she stood up straight. “Depends, why are you here?”
    This time, she stepped closer to me, her hand reached up and touched my chest. “For you, of course.” Her head inched up, and her lips pecked mine before she turned and walked up the stairs to my door. I stood there shocked, unable to move.
    “Who was your friend?” I said, finding my voice and ascending the stairs. She moved so I could unlock the door and then followed me in. I watched as her eyes scanned the house. It was nothing special, a pool table where a dining room should be, a flat screen television up on the wall, and shelves full of books. Her eyes lingered longer on that part. “Elina…” I said in warning. I’d asked her a question, I needed an answer.
    “The one from the other night?” She played dumb. I nodded my head hoping to get something from her. She never came with any possessions that I could search, it was just her and her body. And what a weapon that was all by itself. I suspected she knew this, though. “I didn’t expect to see you that night, though, I was glad I did,” she said,