Embrace of the Russian Tiger (Russian Mafia Kings #2)

Chapter 5

CHAPTER 5

“ I belong to Maxim Ivanov.”

I told myself this was survival. That I had no other choice. I wasn’t foolish enough to think I could escape someone like him, someone who held life and death in his hands as casually as he signed business deals. But even as I sat in the room he had placed me in— my room, as he’d called it—the reality of it all didn’t sit right. My mind was a whirlwind of emotions: anger, confusion, and a strange, nagging curiosity about the man who had dragged me back into this nightmare.

I kicked off my shoes and flopped onto the bed, my eyes tracing the elegant molding of the ceiling. This mansion was nothing like the simple life I’d led with the Petrovs, nothing like the small comforts I’d gotten used to. Everything here was designed to impress, from the extravagant art hanging on the walls to the gleaming marble floors. But instead of awe, it all made me feel… trapped.

I shifted restlessly, unable to shake the feeling of unease crawling up my spine. Agreeing to his conditions hadn’t just been an agreement—it had been a surrender. I’d bound myself to a man I didn’t understand, a man who looked at me like I was something to be used. And yet, when I looked at him, I saw something else lurking beneath the surface. Something dangerous but enticing. I could never forget how he spoke about his sister. Never.

I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to block out the thoughts swirling in my head, but the tension in my body wouldn’t let me rest.

I wasn’t used to being locked away like this. I was feisty, restless—always moving, always exploring. The walls of this mansion felt like they were closing in on me, and I needed space, air, freedom —even if only for a few minutes.

A quick glance at the clock on the bedside table told me it was late enough. Everyone was probably asleep. No one would notice if I looked around. Just a quick walk. I’d be back before anyone knew I was gone.

I slipped off the bed, tiptoeing to the door. My heart raced as I turned the handle, half expecting it to be locked, but it opened smoothly.

“I’m not a prisoner,” I reminded myself. “I can at least explore this place.”

The mansion was eerily silent as I crept down the hallway, my bare feet barely making a sound on the polished floors. The dim lighting cast long shadows, and I felt like I was walking through some kind of forbidden labyrinth, each corner hiding secrets I wasn’t supposed to uncover.

I wandered aimlessly at first, letting my curiosity guide me. Room after room, all filled with cold, expensive things, like the mansion was more a display than a home. I almost felt like an intruder.

Then I heard it—the rhythmic sound of something heavy hitting the ground. A soft grunt, a pause, and then the sound again. It came from a room at the end of the hall, the door slightly ajar, a faint glow of light spilling out.

I hesitated.

But my curiosity got the better of me. Slowly, I pushed the door open and peered inside.

And there he was.

Maxim.

He was shirtless, his muscular body gleaming with sweat as he lifted a set of weights, the muscles in his back rippling with every movement. His focus was intense, his jaw clenched in concentration. There was something mesmerizing about watching him like this—raw, powerful, and completely unaware of me standing there like an idiot, staring.

My mouth went dry as my eyes trailed down his broad shoulders, his defined abs, and the way his jeans hung low on his hips. He looked like something out of a fantasy, a man too dangerous for his own good but too appealing to ignore.

I should have left. I should have turned around and gone back to my room. But my feet wouldn’t move. Instead, I stepped into the room, my presence finally catching his attention.

Maxim glanced up, his dark eyes locking onto mine. For a moment, neither of us said anything. The tension between us crackled in the air like electricity, and I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, my body reacting in ways I didn’t understand.

“What are you doing here?” His voice was a low growl, cutting through the silence like a knife.

I swallowed, trying to ignore the heat rising in my cheeks. “I… I couldn’t sleep,” I admitted, forcing my voice to remain steady. “I just wanted to look around.”

He straightened, setting the weights down with a thud, his gaze never leaving mine. There was something predatory in the way he looked at me, like I was intruding on his territory.

“You shouldn’t be wandering late,” he said, his tone hard. “It’s dangerous.”

I crossed my arms, suddenly defensive. “Dangerous? Inside the house? I think I’ll be fine, thanks.”

Maxim’s eyes narrowed, and he took a step toward me. My breath hitched as he closed the distance between us, his presence overwhelming. He was so close I could feel the heat radiating off his body, his scent—clean, masculine, with a hint of something darker—filling my senses.

“You don’t know what’s dangerous and what’s not,” he said, his voice low and menacing. “You’re not in control here, Anna. I am.”

Something in me snapped at his words, at the way he spoke to me like I was some kind of child. “I’m not your prisoner, Maxim,” I shot back, lifting my chin defiantly. “I don’t need you to tell me where I can and cannot go.”

In a flash, he grabbed my wrist, pulling me closer until I was pressed against his chest. His grip was firm but not painful, his eyes burning with a mixture of anger and something else—something that made my pulse quicken.

“You agreed to our deal,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “That means you do belong to me, whether you like it or not.”

I stared up at him, my heart racing, my skin tingling from where his hand held mine. His words infuriated me, but there was something undeniable about the way my body reacted to him. I felt the heat pooling in my stomach, the strange pull that made it hard to think clearly.

“Let go of me,” I demanded, though my voice came out softer than I intended.

Maxim’s gaze flickered, his grip tightening for a moment before he abruptly let go, stepping back and running a hand through his damp hair. “Go back to your room, Anna. Now.”

I stood there for a moment, staring at him, trying to calm the wild thudding of my heart. Part of me wanted to keep pushing him, to see just how far I could go. But the other part—the part that was smart enough to recognize the danger I was in—knew better.

I turned on my heel and left the gym without another word, my mind spinning, my body still humming with the strange tension that lingered between us.

When I reached my room, the door closed behind me with a soft click, and I leaned against it, trying to catch my breath. My entire body was still buzzing, still reacting to the heat that had passed between us.

I hated him. I hated the way he treated me, the way he thought he could control me. And yet…

My hand trembled as I ran it through my hair, trying to shake off the lingering effects of our confrontation. I was angry. I should have been terrified. But there was something else I couldn’t deny—a pull, a strange, unwanted attraction that I couldn’t ignore.

I paced the room, trying to clear my head, but all I could think about was him. His body, the way his skin glistened with sweat, the way he had looked at me, so intense, so predatory. It made my skin tingle, my blood heat in ways I didn’t understand.

In frustration, I kicked at the night table next to the bed, and that’s when the door opened and I saw a box perfectly placed, as if it had been waiting for me.

Frowning, I opened it, only to feel my face flush with embarrassment.

Inside was a collection of toys—sleek, expensive-looking, and designed for pleasure. My heart pounded in my chest as I stared at them, my mind flashing back to Maxim, to the way his hands had gripped me, the way my body had reacted to him.

I shouldn’t. I knew I shouldn’t. But the desire burning inside me was too strong, too overwhelming. I bit my lip, feeling the heat between my legs grow more intense as my thoughts drifted back to Maxim. His muscular frame, the way his eyes had darkened when he’d grabbed me, the power he exuded.

With trembling hands, I reached for one of the toys, unable to stop myself. My hands shook with anticipation, my heart racing like a wild animal in my chest. I couldn’t resist any longer as I reached for one of the toys, feeling the buzz of electricity in the air and the raw desire building inside me. With a deep breath, I closed my eyes and surrendered to the images flooding my mind - Maxim's commanding presence, his hands and mouth, his chiseled body that ignites a primal hunger within me. What am I thinking?

I picked up one of the toys, feeling its smooth surface and noticing the small button on the side. My curiosity piqued, I pressed it, feeling it start to buzz in my hand. The sensation sent a jolt through my body and I knew I need to use this toy immediately. I'd used a toy before, and to be honest, never had an orgasm before. Would this manage to do the job?

As I undressed, I lied down on the bed, spread my legs and let my hands roam over my body. They travelled downwards until they reached my throbbing clitoris, already sensitive with desire. My pussy was wet and hot, just thinking about Maxim's touch ignited a fire within me.

I began to finger myself, slowly at first, moving in gentle circles. But as my arousal grew, so did my tempo. With each movement, I imagined Maxim's sweaty body pressing against mine, his hands exploring every inch of me. At some point, I started finger-fucking myself. I plunged my finger deep inside and then out. Deep inside again and then out. Faster and faster.

But then I started wanting more. Much more. I grabbed the rabbit toy, and insert it inside me while it buzzed. I had no patience. The buzzing sensation immediately sent shivers down my spine and I started fucking myself harder and harder, increasing the speed, craving more pleasure. The ears of the toy were touching my clitoris as I moved in and out. Suddenly, I felt a wave building inside me, growing stronger with each passing moment.

Then, it hit me – a surge of intense pleasure that waved through every part of me. The muscles around the toy suddenly contracted and released in pure ecstasy. My pussy was pulsating around the toy, and my body jerked uncontrollably. I had never felt so free in my entire life.

Panting heavily, I took out the toy and admired it, looking at it covered in my juices. The thought of Maxim's tongue between my legs lingered in my mind as I reached for the toy again to put it inside of me once more. Yes, I shouldn’t had been thinking about him, but fuck it . Who decided right from wrong? I moved the toy inside me, over and over again, I brought myself to the brink of climax and then started all over again – each time feeling more intense pleasure than the last.

Could men give orgasms like these? I had only had sex twice, with a boy from Russia, and it had been underwhelming to say the least. Was this what an orgasm felt like? It's incredible. Wow. I was missing out, but now I knew what I wanted: I wanted more .

As I closed my eyes, the image of Maxim filled my mind. His hands, his mouth, his body. My pulse quickened, and I surrendered to my sins. I put my fingers inside me and felt the warmth of my pussy. I was imagining it was Maxim inside me, and not my fingers or the toy. What did his cock look like? I could bet it was wonderful. I hated him. I truly did. But in that moment, as pleasure washed over me, I couldn’t stop thinking about him.

Fuck me.

What was wrong with me? I was so messed up.