Sold to the Hitman: A Bad Boy Mafia Romance Novel (14 page)

I start bucking up, rocking her around me as if she were as light as paper as my cock throbs, and she struggles to keep her hands somewhere solid as she moves around. The thought of Cassie bearing my child, holding within her something that a person as angelic as her has created with me, it fills me with a passion I never knew, and my cock feels harder and larger than ever before.

I’m merciless, bucking up and rocking Cassie around with the same relentless rhythm I was fingering her with a few minutes ago.

“Oh, ohhh,” Cassie moans as I feel her tightening under me, but I will not be so cruel as to keep her waiting any longer — I thrust up into her, my cock swelling and rubbing every inch of her insides, and she cries out “Andrei!” as her honey floods around me, but I don’t even think about ceasing. My hardened abs lift my manhood up and into her over and over again, like a machine in its rhythm and energy.

The very air around us feels charged as her warmth fuels my cock, the same energy that created the child we’ll soon share.

“Cassie,” I breathe out in a husk, “I’ve never felt anything like you before. Fuck, for a pristine angel,” I say as I lift and hold her up on my cock as her head rolls around, hardly aware in the haze of ecstasy, “you’re ruining me.”

I’m practically using her like a cocksleeve at this point, watching her orgasms roll in as her eyes clench or a whimper escapes her, and my dick is absolutely soaking in her juices. But even as she douses me, the fire inside me only grows fiercer, and my shaft goes harder than ever before as I feel my climax roaring forward.

I’ve already been holding her up, but I pull her deeper onto me now, and her body clenches even tighter as I pump more and more fiercely as my rhythm starts to slip away and fall apart.

Finally, my jaw hangs open and my voice roars out as my fire bursts into her, shooting up into her womanhood harder and in greater volume than ever before in all my time with Cassie, and the bliss on her face is indescribable.

The jets of my come coat her insides, her pussy tight around me, and even as I fill her up completely and utterly, emptying myself into her, I realize I’ve never been closer to another human being than now. I feel a warmth in my heart, burning hotter with each throb of my manhood as she tightens around me, and slowly, I let her sink down on top of me while I’m still inside her, our arms wrapping around each other’s bodies as we help each other descend from our orgasms.

Finally, the draining of my cock comes to an end, and we’re left with our foreheads pressed against each other, one of my fingers playing with her hair as she strokes my glistening chest, both our breaths coming out long and easy.

I feel her gazing at me, and I lean in to kiss her gently on the lips, running my free hand up and down her. Her body is nearly trembling it’s so overexerted, but pressed up next to me, she feels so secure that she could fall asleep.

“I had no idea what to expect from you when we met, Andrei,” she whispers, “but now, I’m looking at one of the happiest moments of my life.”

It’s a few moments before I reply.

“I never thought I’d be able to say the same...yet here I am.” I turn to her and smile, and the one she gives me back melts my heart all over again.

“I can’t wait to see this child come into this world, Cassie,” I whisper. “I’ll give it everything I can in this harsh world.”

“It’s a boy,” Cassie whispers back, and I blink, peering at her.

“How do you know?”

“Just do,” she says with a tilt of her head.

I watch her for a moment, then chuckle and feel giddy, my mind swimming with thoughts. “I suppose we’ll have to decide on a name — and whether it will be an American or Russian one.”

“I’m open to ideas,” she says with a grin, then closes her eyes and cuddles into me.

My chest moves up and down slowly, and I’m about to drift into a light doze when her voice reaches my ears again and snaps me back to attention.

“I can’t wait to tell my parents.”

I
stare
down at the cell phone in my lap, the fancy new iPhone I’ve hardly used since Andrei bought it for me a month ago. I’ve never had my own phone before, and I generally only used it to look things up and play games. But now, holding it in my trembling hand, there is a truly serious call I needed to make.

It’s time to contact my parents.

Ever since the wedding, I’ve had to push them out of my mind just to get through. Being with Andrei nearly every waking hour has certainly helped assuage my homesickness, as well as distract me from my conflicted emotions regarding my mother and father and what they did to me. At first, they were constantly on my mind, their stern voices scolding me and shaming me for everything I did. But over time, their influence over me has waned, and I’ve started to finally feel more independent — like my decisions are finally mine to make. I’ve had to grow up fast, after eighteen years of living in a conservative vacuum with my insular community.

And now I’m making a huge leap into full adulthood, taking on the ultimate responsibility: motherhood. Butterflies flit around in my gut just thinking about it. Curled up on the couch in the living room, I look up out of the huge window to watch the sun starting its slow descent toward the peach-pink horizon. I smile nervously to myself and rub my hand over my stomach, trying to wrap my mind around the fact that there is a tiny flicker of life growing inside.

I’ve got to call them. I need to. I’m having their first grandchild! Surely they will be ecstatic to hear this news. I can’t imagine them reacting negatively to something so pure and beautiful as a new baby. After all, as a woman of God, it is one of my primary duties in life to have kids. Surely they’ll appreciate that.

Even if they disapprove of everything else. But… I don’t have to give them
all
the details, do I? They don’t
need
to know what all I’ve been up to since they married me off to a big, strong, mysterious stranger. But they do need to know that I’m having a baby with him!

My heart hammers in my chest and I bite my lip anxiously as I slide the phone screen open and click on the call icon. I dial my parents’ phone number, the only number I’ve ever memorized besides 911, then hesitate before pressing “CALL.” My thumb hovers over the button for a full ten seconds while I start to reconsider. What if they ask too many questions? What if they are disappointed in me?

No, I tell myself firmly. They love me. And they will love this baby, too.

With that warm thought, I smile to myself and confidently press the call button, lifting the phone to my ear. I listen to the ticking sound of my phone trying to connect, my heartbeat at a galloping pace by now. I wonder who will pick up the phone? It’s a home line, and part of me hopes that Isaiah beats them to the phone so I can finally hear his voice again. My soul aches for such a sweet, familiar voice.

After a couple seconds, I scowl at the phone, wondering when it’s going to start ringing. Perhaps I just don’t get very good service in this particular spot, I think to myself. So I get up and walk into the bedroom, pacing while the line still attempts to connect.

Finally, there is a pause… and then a loud BEEP-BEEP-BEEP.

A female voice says, “We’re sorry. Your phone call could not be completed as dialed. This number has been disconnected. Please check to make sure you have dialed the correct number and try again.” Then there’s a final beep and the line goes quiet, the call ended.

My blood runs cold, but I refuse to believe it. I check the number, make sure I typed it in correctly, then press “call” again. I bite my nails as I pace back and forth in the bedroom, getting impatient as the phone tries once again to connect, only to receive the same error message.

This can’t be happening. They couldn’t have changed their number. Not without telling me — of course not! I’m their only daughter! I’m their child! There’s no way they would do something like this without warning me, without giving me the new number. Besides, they have had the same house phone number since before I was even born. It makes no sense that it would be disconnected now, after all these years, unless…

They did it on purpose.

To sever ties with me. To keep me out of their lives.

“No, no, no!” I mumble to myself, tears forming in my eyes and panic starting to take hold of me. “This can’t be happening. Something is wrong.”

I toss my iPhone onto the bed as though it’s covered in barbs, as though it’s something poisonous. I can’t look at it right now. I can’t deal with this. I thought I would be crying happy tears as I told my parents that they’ll be expecting a grandchild, not shedding angry, bitter tears at the thought of being abandoned by my own parents! I look around instinctively for Andrei, my safety blanket, my comfort, my shelter from the emotional storm brewing in my heart.

But he isn’t here. I forgot. He’s at the apartment gym complex downstairs, working out as is his evening routine. I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror across the room — my pink-rimmed eyes, my blotchy cheeks, my messy hair, and slouchy comfy clothes. I look like a disaster. But I am a disaster in need of my husband.

So I quickly throw on a wraparound sweater and slip-on shoes before rushing out into the hallway, nearly running to the elevator. I’m trying to hold myself together so that anyone who sees me on my way to the gym won’t think I’m a crazy person in mid-meltdown.

Even though I am. And I am not holding it together well at all.

I race through the lobby to the gym, fiddling with the door — only to remember that I need a key to get in. I stand on tiptoe to look through the small, square glass window in the door. I can see Andrei lifting weights across the room, looking totally absorbed in the activity, his eyes intense and determined. I jiggle the doorknob in vain, tears welling up in full force at this point. Finally, I get so frenzied and upset that I start pounding on the door with my tiny fists, hoping to make enough noise to catch Andrei’s attention.

It takes about half a minute for him to break out of his work-out trance and notice me banging on the gym door. His eyebrows shoot up in surprise as he jogs over to let me in, his hard body glistening with sweat.

“What’s the matter,
malyshka
?” he asks, voice filled with genuine concern as he takes both my hands.

Tears pulse down my cheeks as I look up at him, struggling to find the words.

“My-my parents… I tried to call them, but I-I couldn’t g-get an answer! The lady says th-the number has been d-disconnected!” I whimper, feeling my lip tremble.

Suddenly, a look of dark comprehension comes over Andrei’s sharp features and he looks more wolf-like than ever before. He looks like a predator — an alpha animal.

“I assumed that might be the case,” he says in an undertone, shaking his head. I can tell that he is gritting his teeth, his hands releasing mine and subtly clenching into fists at his sides.

“What d-do you mean?” I ask, squinting up at him. What a strange thing to say.

“I had a feeling this would happen,” he begins cryptically, scowling at the floor with his arms across his chest. “Cassie, please don’t let this bother you.”

I shake my head and back away from him slowly a few steps. “What are you t-talking about? Of course this bothers me! I need to get in contact with m-my parents! They need to know I’m p-pregnant!” I sob, tears dampening my shirt.

Andrei gives me the most pitying look in the world, and suddenly I feel irrationally angry with him. Why isn’t he helping me? Why is he reacting this way? He steps toward me, opening his arms as though to embrace me, but I refuse to let him just gloss over this. It is a big deal!

“I need help, Andrei! We’ve g-got to look them up and get their new number. What if s-something happened to them? I can’t just let this go.”

He sighs heavily. “I should have warned you this might happen. I need to be honest with you,
printsessa
. Please listen to what I tell you.
Moya lyubov
, your mother and father are not good people. They sold you like you were cattle.”

Indignant fury bursts like a firework in my chest.

“And you bought me! Doesn’t make you any better, does it?” I shout at him.

He goes quite pale in the face and his expression is so dour, so dark, that for a moment I actually fear what he might do to me for saying that. But it isn’t the fear of what he’d do to me. Not really. It’s the fear of what my father would have done to me, manifested in my husband, the only other man I’ve ever been close to.

But he is not my father. Instead of lashing out or hurting me, he swallows hard, lets his arms fall to his sides, and says softly, “I was only there to work security. I did not go there with the intention of buying a wife.” His voice is tinged with a bit of sadness, but I’m too upset to let it drop.

“B-but you did! You bought me! You took me away from my f-family and brought me here and now you won’t help me get in touch with them. Wh-why are you hurting me like this?” I cry, rushing forward to helplessly, harmlessly beat his chest with my fists.

“Cassie! They have abandoned you because they’re ashamed of what they’ve done to you, of what your father’s greed has done to you. They cannot tell anyone the truth. Think of what a scandal it would be: Arnold Meadows, with his beautiful house and perfect family — selling his only daughter to get out of debt!” Andrei hisses through gritted teeth.

“No! That’s not true!” I cry, shaking my head, feeling sick to my stomach.

“It
is
true! They mistreated you terribly,
sladkaya
. I cannot change the past, and neither can you. Cassie, you did nothing wrong. You didn’t deserve what
etot ublyudok
did to you. I want so badly to help you, to make you feel better, but you have to know that I cannot bring you back to them. They don’t want you anymore — think of how easily they threw you away, put you on display, for sale! You don’t need them,
malyshka
. You are better than that.”

I am stunned at his words, tears streaming down my face. My heart is so heavy, so full of pain at the prospect that Andrei may be right. And deep down, way deep inside my heart, I know it is true. They have not even tried to contact me. Since the wedding, it’s been like I don’t even exist in their universe anymore.

They really have left me behind.

I will never see my parents again. Nor will I get to hold Isaiah in my arms. He will never get to meet his little nephew. I feel so broken, like a part of my soul has died.

“It hurts, Andrei,” I weep, my shoulders shaking as I sink into his arms as though totally deflated. “I can’t believe it… they never even loved me, did they?”

His arms wrap around me, stroking my hair, rubbing my back as I sob into his hard, shirtless chest. “Oh,
dorogaya
, I don’t know. I’m sure they did, in their own way.”

“I’ve lost my whole family. I’m all alone,” I sob.

“No, no, no. You are not alone,” he says, holding me back and taking my chin in between his fingers to tilt my face up. His dark eyes, usually so cold, are warm — blazing with love. “You will never be alone again. I am
vasha sem’ya
now. We will be a family together: you, me, and the little one growing inside you. And I promise our life together will be so bright that it will outshine the pain of what you’ve lost. I promise you that.
Obeshchayu
. I swear.”

Suddenly, it all makes sense. This is what God has planned for me.

It has been a dark, treacherous path that led me here and I have lost so much in the process, but I know now, in this instant, that this is exactly where I am meant to be. It doesn’t matter much
where
I am, only that I am with Andrei, my prince charming. And that ever since I’ve met him, he’s never hurt me. Never done a thing to make me feel unwelcome or scared, despite his secrets. He’s only ever encouraged me to do the things I enjoy, and my self-confidence and happiness has blossomed with him at my side.

“I love you.”

The words fall from my lips before my brain can even process them.

Andrei’s eyes widen and then, slowly a brilliant smile appears on his face. He looks so immensely relieved, so happy, and the joy in his face makes him practically radiant.

“
Ya
tozhe tebya lyublyu
. I love you, too.”

I throw my arms around him and he kisses me, his hands smoothing away my tears, brushing the hair back out of my face, caressing my shoulders, my arms, all the way down my back. I lean into him fully, my lips parting to dive my tongue into his mouth. He kisses me deeply, passionately. His hard body, still glistening slightly with a sheen of sweat, is so tempting, so beautiful. I cannot resist him, nor do I want to.

We are each other’s family now, forever. And I need him, now.

He hoists me up, my legs wrapping around his waist instinctively. His lips and mine move together as he carries me across the gym, never breaking our kiss except to occasionally come up for air. Andrei carries me through a door into a wooden room in the back. The warm, wet heat trickles into my sensory recognition, and it dawns on me that we’re in the gym sauna.

He sits down on a wooden bench along the wall with me still straddling him. His lips break away from mine to follow a passionate, intense trail down my neck, sucking dark red blooms under my skin while I moan with pleasure. The sensation is ticklish and sweet and ever so slightly bordering on pain. I start to undulate my hips, rolling against the growing bulge at the front of his pants. I want him inside me now, now, now. I need him to fill me up and make me feel complete. I need to feel connected with him, our bodies as close as possible.

“I love you so much,” I murmur against his skin, breathing him in.

Andrei peels my shirt up over my head and tosses it, leaving my chest, back, and shoulders exposed to the balmy atmosphere. “
Moya
printsessa
,” he growls, his lips moving down to lightly suck my nipple. My private parts respond with a tingling pleasure as I start to ache for more, needing to feel him inside me.

As he licks and gently bites my nipples I arch my back and shut my eyes, moaning. It is amazing to me how his mouth on my breasts elicits such a strong response from a totally separate part of my body. It must be magic, I think. It must be some kind of power.