Page 6 of Andrei's Solnyshko

“Disobey me again and I will lean you over my knee and spank you.”

My sex clenches dampening my panties. Fuck. My cheeks feel flush, but I try to hide it by crossing my arms over my hard nipples and glaring at him.

My voice is dripping with contempt, “I get passed from one abuser to another, huh?”

He slams my waist against his wall of a body and I can feel his cock harden against my stomach. I blink rapidly, trying to regain composure, but my body ignores me. My chest rises and falls rapidly as I stare into his striking blue eyes. I lick my lips and silently beg for him to kiss me.

He lets out a low, guttural, growl, “I guarantee when I spank you, my angel, you will fucking love it. Never put me into the same category as that prick. I may be the devil, but I am not him.”

I can’t respond to that so I ask with defiance, “How do you know my name?”

“I own the casino. It’s my business to know who’s on my floor.”

“You know more than that.”

“You were dating a Caldera, of course I know who you are.”

“You know he hurt me. Did you watch him hurt me?”

Pity quickly fills his eyes and the truth sinks in. I’m unable to hide the shame as tears threaten to fall. I barely manage a whisper, “You did. You watched.”

I shake myself away from him and climb into the car. I believe him that he isn’t going to kill me, but thanks to him I have no place to go. So I slide in and stare out the window, because I can’t look him in the eye. Carlos abusing me is one thing but knowing that someone else saw it happen mortifies me. He watched him strike me. He watched me beg for my life. He watched me cower and bleed.

He doesn’t say a word when he slides in beside me, his body taking up his seat and half of mine. He’s a mountain of a man. His leg presses against mine but I don’t pull away. Oddly, I feel comforted from his touch. I’m so fucked up. He scares the shit out of me but yet I feel safe with him this close.

How many times has he watched me from his office in the sky? Did he have cameras hidden in Carlos’s house?

Why does he want me, and what does he want from me? I can’t believe he took me in exchange of Carlos’s debt, twelve million dollars of debt.

If I thought Carlos had the means to hunt me down, there is no doubt Andrei Sokolov has an arsenal. I know enough from listening to Carlos and his cousin, Julio, that the Sokolov Bratva is dangerous, and they own most of the city. The Calderas are small time compared to the Sokolov family.

The driver pulls onto the busy street and Andrei’s voice is surprisingly soft, “Solnyshko, don’t cry.”

I angrily wipe my tears away from my eyes, but I still don’t have the strength to look at him. I don’t have the strength for anything, but I ask, “What does solnyshko mean?”

“Little sun.”

I nod and lean my head back and curl into myself. I give in to the exhaustion, letting my heavy eyes close, escaping from reality if only for a little while.

???

The sound of the driver talking to someone jolts me awake. He’s at the guarded gate for an upscale neighborhood, and he’s talking to yet another large man.

The gate opens and we drive into a stunning neighborhood and wind our way around until we reach another gate. The driver enters a code and it opens to the driveway of a massive home. It’s on a huge lot surrounded by bushes and greenery providing privacy from the other homes. There are so many levels, all with large balconies. The second level boasts a pool with a waterfall overlooking the Vegas Strip and the entire Vegas Valley. It’s jaw dropping beautiful.

The driver opens my door and I step out. There are at least half a dozen men along the front perimeter of the home, and more strategically placed on the balconies. They are all armed with big guns slung over their shoulders. I can only imagine how many are around the back of the house. Where do all of these hot, strong, men come from? Is there a Bratva catalog?

I silently follow Andrei to the extravagant double door entrance and he inputs yet another code before entering. There is no way I’ll ever escape this place. It’s a fortress.

One of the men whispers in Andrei’s ear and he nods. He turns to me with his rough face, and his frown deepens as he runs his thumb down my tear stained cheek. Unlike his gentle thumb, his voice is gruff, “I have business to deal with. Make yourself at home. Explore the grounds.”

He walks away, leaving me. What am I supposed to do, just freely walk around? Isn’t he scared I’ll leave? No, the man is scared of nothing.

A small older woman with a maids uniform enters the room and her smile widens when she sees me. Her accent is also Russian. “Are you our guest, little one?”

I am so happy to see a woman in the sea of ginormous men, and I can’t help smiling back. “Guest? Um, I’m staying here for the time being. I guess.”

She tilts her head in question and says, “I’m Roza. Follow me.”