The Bratty Heiress

“Shhh… we don’t have to do to anything that you don’t want to… just…” he whispered huskily in my ear, and take my healthy hand to his length.

“Damn… princess…”

He was taking everything slow, there was no rush. He was savoring our intimacy, despite his bad-boy look, he was treating me like I was the last woman on earth. He was making me confused, he was making my mind go to places I’ve never ventured before.

My simple touch seemed to please him more than anything, gosh… the sound that he was making just made me shudder on the inside.

Seriously hot, sexy, tattooed guy licking and kissing my neck making sounds so close to my ear. The kind of sounds that you’d only hear on your sexy podcast playlist… what? You don’t have that list?

“Olga…”

I moaned gripping his hair, as he was back to licking me and finally take me to ecstasy as I climax. Hard.

“Yegor… I…”

“Shhh… I got you, princess.”

My thoughts were taken back to the sexy man before me, as he carefully carries me and seated me in front of him in the deep tub. My injured hand was carefully positioned on the rim of the marble tub.

Then he was kissing the back of my neck, and start washing my body and my hair. He was slow and attentive obviously ignoring his own needs because I was still feeling his hardness.

Minutes later he was helping me out of the bath, his erection was still there.

“You…”

“I’ll take care of myself later. Why don’t you get dressed I’ll join you for breakfast, after my shower.” He wrapped my body with the fluffy towel and ushered me to the walk-in closet.

He gave me a paper bag with new clothes and new underwear, saying he had his assistant buy it and hope it would fit me. He kissed my wet hair and leave me to get dressed.

We had a nice breakfast then he leaves me alone in his room, as he continues on his day working.

Working. Drug dealer. Evil brother.

Crap… Olga… what the fuck are you doing here?

I’ve never felt so confused with my thoughts before, I need to get out of here. I need to get away from the brothers. None are good for me.

I was still with my thoughts pacing back and forth when there were gunshots heard throughout the house. I never knew how exactly big was his house, but I’d imagine just a little bit smaller than my dad’s looking at the height of the ceiling and his spacious bedroom, complete with bathroom and walk-in closet.

The gunshots were getting closer and I was about to make myself scarce when Yegor came into the room and was about to come for me when he got shot.

“No!” I was to his side instantly, wasn’t even trying to find out who shot him. All I saw was his crisp white shirt stained with his blood.

I was teary, my vision was blurry. But he was smiling at me as he wiped my tear with his thumb. I was about to spat at him, but then I was roughly grabbed by the waist.

“The fuck Olga! You’re fucking mine!” Luka, the druggy nerd harshly said to me.

And that was when I saw everyone, Nikolai was raising his eyebrow obviously confused with my action and affection towards Yegor. Then there was Demyan, all were holding their guns in a stand-off with Yegor’s men.

“He’s your brother!” I slapped the nerd hard, then I regret it instantly. His eyes were looking at me like I just betrayed him.

Which was actually true, damn… I just don’t fucking know anymore.

“I love you! and you pushed me away! Do not claim me as yours!” I yelled at Luka while pointing my finger to his chest.Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

“And you! You have a brother! A family and you pushed him away! Shot him, gave him drugs knowing that he was an addict… do not fucking move! You’re bleeding!” I directed my anger to Yegor who looked pleased with himself when I slapped Luka in the face.

“Both of you… I’m done! Nikolai… just take home to dad’s…” I was walking away from the two men, Nikolai quickly draped his arm around my shoulder.

“Come on sis… I’m here. You’re good.”

There were no gunshots, no further conversation was extended as Yegor’s men and Nikolai’s dismissed themselves when I walk passed them without a care in the world.

I was numbed, my heartache and I didn’t like it. Not one bit, I was suffocating wanting to get the hell out of there and cocooned myself in my big girl blankie.

Nikolai stayed by my side the whole journey back to dad. He exchanged minimum words with Luka who was sitting on the passenger seat, and Demyan had been silent since he saw my bandage earlier.

The moment we arrived, dad had been waiting for me and I was in his arms instantly. He was a bit taken back but didn’t say anything, as he accompanied me to my room.

I could hear Nikolai was calling for Luka to follow him, but I didn’t even care anymore.

“My child, I don’t know what you’re going through… but know this, I will kill whoever made my favorite daughter cry. You just need to tell me and I’ll make it as discreet as possible, but as violent as you wanted it to be. Just say the word…”

“Dad… I’m your only daughter but thank you. I just want to be left alone right now.”  He tucked me in, I was welcoming my bed and close my eyes when he kissed my forehead lovingly.

“I love you my one and only daughter, rest now.”

I was left alone, and I finally shuddered and breakdown. My tears fall freely. I hated Luka, I hate how he was making me feel this way. I hate his brother for making things even worse for me. And I hate myself for falling easily into their arms.

That moment I decided to go away, to take my leave from them, from all the people I know. I was planing my one-way trip back to Rusia. I fall asleep as my head was overthinking my future move to my childhood home.

Maybe this was why mother chooses to stay in Russia, maybe things will be less complicated there.