I am her bodyguard.
Omg I’ve wanted this story since I read The Russian Thug!! I knew once Sasha and Maksim gave into their feelings for each other they were going to be explosive.
We start off right after we left off. Arkady and Lucia are getting married and everybody’s that’s everybody is there.
Maksim would like to just be able to enjoy his older brother’s wedding but unfortunately for him he’s on the clock 24/7. His job is to be a full time babysitter to Sasha, who’s the only daughter to Yuri Zolotov. Maksim is tasked with keeping her safe and alive no matter the costs.
Maksim and the his brothers don’t get to enjoy the wedding long bc they’re ambushed and Sasha is kidnapped. Luckily, Maksim has gps on her and gets to her quick.
The last thing Sasha thought she’d been doing that day was being taken by somebody and then having to get dirty in the process. That wasn’t the worst part.
The Zolotov Bratva is under attack over something that happened years ago with Yuri and another Bratva and now they’re coming for payback.
Yuri knows what to do to keep his only daughter safe. Sasha will marry Maksim. Sasha is instantly against it but Maksim agrees immediately.
Maksim lets Sasha know once they’re married she’ll do what he say’s no question’s asked or he’ll bend her over until she understands him. Sasha is both furious hot and bothered.
If you read Arkady’s book you were prob hot like I was reading it. But, man Maksim was hotter!! Sasha has always been a pain in his backside but lately she’s gotten under his skin for different reasons and he wasn’t sure how he felt about them.
Safe and Maksim are usually at each other’s throat’s fighting for everything that you can imagine. Now, they’re married, living alone in a small place and they’re just waiting for the other shoe to drop with their enemies. They’ve also given into their desires.
OMG I read this book in a day!! I was wondering what was going to get Sasha and Maksim together after them hating each other for so long. It was so much better then I could’ve ever thought up myself.
After reading all about the Krasnov brothers and the Russian mafia life. These brother’s are equally dangerous and hot and they’re all on my favorite list.
I’m equally attracted to another set of mafia brothers we met in The Russian Thug. Jo’s brothers who are now allied to the Krasnov and the Zolotov Bratva. I’m all for the O’ Sullivan brothers.
“And you are the worst man I could ever have been shackled to!”
His hand snapping out, he squeezed my cheeks hard.
I tried not to flinch, but his grip was vise-like.
Maksim lowered his face to mine, his gunmetal irises just this side of demonic. “I really will beat your ass if you ever attempt to go out on your own again.”
“Do it!”
Releasing my face, he yanked me into his unyielding embrace. His mouth crashed over mine with a fury I’d never tasted before.
I struggled, kicking at anything I could reach.
He speared his tongue into my mouth, wildly claiming what he thought was rightfully his. Holding me caged against him, he drove a hand into my hair, angling my neck, trying to conquer me.
I let out a strangled growl then let the rage and arousal explode out of me.
Wrath, lust . . . I despised him.
Desire, rage . . . I wanted some part of him.
Maksim grunted when I licked between his lips, drawing me up his body so we collided in all the right ways—for once.
We kissed so ferociously, clawing at each other, practically tearing into one another to get some kind of upper hand out of this pure madness.
And still the heat roared.
We broke apart just as forcibly as we’d clashed together, both of us breathing hard.
“I hate you with every single fiber of my being,” I scathed.
“That makes two of us.” A hard sneer crossed his lips that had just been slanted across mine.
Then, Maksim struck.
He grabbed both sides of my blazer and ripped it open. Buttons popped off, pinging across the room. I looked down at my ruined leather jacket just as he tore if off my back.
Breasts thrust against the corset that remained, I saw him through a haze of red when he slung the jacket aside like it was no more than a piece of rubbish.
I launched back to smack him right across his face, but he captured my wrist in an iron grip.
He towed me inexorably against him again, and all my feral instincts went into meeting his wild kiss.
A loud groan thundered from his chest when I rolled my tongue over his then nipped at his bottom lip. His hands roved from my arms to my ass, and he cranked me right against his undeniable erection, which threw me back into that heady spiral of hate and lust.
His sculpted features came slowly into focus when he drew back.
A filthy grin the likes of which I’d never seen played across his lips that—goddamn him—had felt perfectly voracious against mine. “Shall I tell you what I’ve been thinking about?”
“What?” All the breath caught in my chest, my voice emerging raspingly.
His smirk widened. He paced backward a couple of steps. Without taking his eyes off mine, he removed his tie. With a shift of his strong hands, he unbuttoned his shirt from top to bottom. A shrug of ropey shoulders, and he eased the material from his muscular tattooed torso.
Then his fingers—the ones that had bit into the fleshiness of my ass—dropped to his trousers.
The belt slithered and hissed like a snake when he removed it. He stepped out of his shoes, toed off his socks, went for the closure of his pants.
His voice the same gruff timbre as always, he unzipped, saying, “I have been thinking about my cock in your mouth, Sashenka.”
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