Free My Russian Hero by Jacee Macguire

will do as she is told.” Sergei said.
    “Will she now? Do not fuck up the merging of the families Sergei. You must marry Katya,” Ivan commanded.
    Sergei ground out an animalistic, “Yes, sir.”
    Sergei took a seat across from his father, all the while knowing his situation sucked. Strangely enough, after listening to what he had to say, the pakhan decided to allow Sergei to protect the girls from this madman that threatened them, as long as it didn’t interfere with family business.
    Sergei returned to his room and found Dani curled up on the bed like an angel. He hated to disturb, her but seeing her there, he couldn’t resist having her again. It had been days since he had tasted her and he wanted nothing more than to once again get lost in her. As he approached the bed, his eyes hungrily lapping at Dani’s beautiful body, he was overcome with concern for her. Something about this woman was so familiar, but he was sure he didn’t know her.
    She lay there, curled up, long blonde eyelashes sweeping across her lower lid. He suddenly realized she was not a natural raven-haired beauty as he had thought. Thinking back to the night in the club, he remembered the strip of blonde hair on her mound, thinking at the time that she had perhaps changed the color between her legs to be different.
    He swept a black tendril of hair behind her ear. Dani shifted slightly at his touch, her eyes fluttering back and forth as she slept. “Wake up, Milaya moya,” he whispered, his breath tickling her ear.
    Dani opened her eyes just as Sergei pressed his lips to hers. As the kiss deepened, she moaned, feeling the mattress shift as his body came over hers. His warmth enveloped her, shading the darkness of the world from sight. Sergei grasped her wrist, placing it above her head, then lifted the other one holding them taut as he left a trail of kisses down her neck towards her breasts. Dani’s nipples hardened as she rubbed her body against his, needing him to ravage her thoroughly. Using his free hand, he grasped the hem of her shirt, edging it over her perky breasts. Dani wiggled beneath him as Sergei slid the shirt over her head and tossed it carelessly over his shoulder.
    A light knock sounded on his door, breaking them from the moment. Sergei groaned in frustration as he slid from the bed. Dani rushed across the room, snatching her shirt from the floor and putting it on quickly just as Sergei opened the door.
    His lips formed a thin line as his eyes met Katya’s. “What do you want?”
    Katya stepped forward, trying to enter the room, but Sergei stopped her in her tracks, stepping forward, forcing her to step back into the hallway. Katya strained to see around him into the bedroom but he blocked her view, closing the door.
    “You have that bitch in your room, don’t you?” Katya growled.
    “That is none of your business,” Sergei said, grasping her arm and walking her down the hall to her room. “You do good to remember your place.”
    “You can’t do this. She can’t be here. Who... who do you think you are? My father –”
    “Your father what?” Sergei asked, glaring at her. “I am to be the pakhan soon so don’t push me, Katya.” He pushed her into her room. “Stay here.” He slammed the door closed, the sound echoing through the house. He had to figure out what to do with this woman. She was a despicable creature. But he had to admit, if he put himself in her shoes, he would feel much the same way. Slumping against the wall outside her door, he shook his head. Should he tell here the truth? Would she understand he didn’t want her? That he wanted this American girl waiting in his room? No! She wouldn’t care; she was a cold-hearted bitch. A very dangerous cold-hearted bitch.
    Later that evening, Sergei led Dani and Zoe to the dining room for dinner. His father wished to meet the girls. The thought panicked him. There was no way to control the situation. Fuck! Katya would probably be there as well. Sergei