Bratva-Mikhail

Shake On It

Mikhail

"So, I hear things are going well for you and the maid?"

Of course Ivan knew. Even if he wasn't around as often Yelena and Olivia were bound to spill.

"Ya, she's something else. Never had a woman catch my eye like her before. She's a firecracker."

"Well she has to be to be catching your crazy a*s attention. You've been through more woman than me. I'm happy for ya, man. Hang on to her. We don't get lucky with good women often."

And we didn't. And that's another reason I was hanging on so tightly to Janis. Ok hanging on is putting it lightly. In our world woman wanted one thing, status.But not my Janis.

"Let's catch up Sunday. Come by with your lady friend. We'll have a cookout and watch some football."

"Sounds good man, I'll call ya."

I knew I crossed a line. And Ivan would probably tell me I was wrong for doing what I did. But I just couldn't stop myself. She had to be mine. I couldn't bare the thought of being without her.

So I guess I should make it up to her. Give her a date night. Put my plan of her falling for me into motion.

I walked up to her room and unlocked the door. And boy did my firecracker deliver. She launched at me like a prize fighter. Slamming her fists into me. Or at least trying. I was able to grab both wrists and pin her to the bed.

"Sweetheart stop. I came to talk. And take you on a date."

"A date?! You kidnapped me Mikhail!"

"Kidnap is a strong word. I just didn't let you leave. Insurance. That's all."

She glared at me but I saw the look. She was interested. My baby hadn't been on a proper date in a long time, if ever.

"Who says I want to go on a date with you a*shole?"

My di*k was straining in my pants. Fu*k I was sick. Seeing her fight and be defiant tuned me on. So I did what my di*k wanted me to and covered her mouth with mine.

She fought for a whopping 3 seconds before she melted and kissed me back.

That's my girl.

I don't know how it happened but suddenly we were both n*ked and rolling around on the bed. And she was riding me. Roughly. Putting all anger into it. I felt like she was going to grind my di*k off. And I was living for it. She could take her anger out on me. Whatever made her feel better. I wasn't complaining. She felt amazing.

Her moans were urging me on. And I started meeting her movements with my own. She was clawing at my chest and I was sure she was going to leave marks. I looked down and sure enough she drew bl*od. Fu*king hot.

After what felt like hours and like my di*k was going to combust, we finally both finished. She dropped onto her side on the bed breathing hard.

Definitely my woman.

Janis

I don't know what came over me. This man stuck me in a room with no way out and I just fu*ked him like it was going to be my escape.

And he wanted to take me on a date? How twisted is that? But I had to give it to him. He was determined.

But here's the thing. I would have fell for him regardless. Or should I say I would have fell for him harder. If things were different. If I wasn't an escort. But no man would ever take me seriously doing my kind of work.

Don't get me wrong. If I found the right guy I obviously would stop that line of work.

But I didn't want to ever rely on a man. And if I wanted to get myself through school that would be impossible on a normal income. I had nothing.

So Mikhail telling me he was paying for school made my heart pitter patter a little harder. Like he was giving me an out.

Jesus. How was this man both my captor and savior?

I couldn't disect that right now because he was insistent on taking me on a date. In the gardens of course. He didn't want me making a run for it on public.

Smart man.

I dressed in an olive off the shoulder shirt and dark denim jeans. I don't know what I was expecting but it wasn't this.

The entire garden was lit up with paper lamps. Flower petals everywhere. And a table for two sat in the middle with tea lights.

Damn him.

"Take a seat sweetheart. Got the private chef cooking us up some mean grub. And I got your favorite wine."

How did he know what my favorite wine was? I was too excited to care at that point.

Charlie only ever took me on dates to butter me up before multiple guys took turns on me. Granted Mikhail was also trying to butter me up it didn't feel the same. Mikhail wanted to keep me. For himself. Not to pawn me off on other guys.

It was refreshing, I guess. God my head was twisted.

Before I could think any deeper the chef approached with a cart full of food. My mouth watered at the array of scents. He lifted some lids and the spread of food was impressive.

Steak, pasta and seafood. Not to mention the chocolate covered strawberries. And merlot. All of my favourites. I mean all of anyone's favorites if I'm being honest.

"I feel like I should be jealous right now at the way you're eye fu*king the food babe. Never been a jealous man before you."

I blushed. "Maybe you should be. The food has held me hostage."

I was mostly joking but I saw him flinch. His shoulders tensed.

"I'm sorry." I barely heard him.

We started eating in silence. It wasn't necessarily uncomfortable but it was slightly tense.

"Mikhail, I have to ask. Why? Why didn't you let me go? There's no way you want to claim me, I've probably fu*ked many men you have come across. I'm a disgrace."

He slammed his fist down. Dishes rattled.

"That's what you don't get sweetheart. I don't give a fu*k about that. The reason I won't let you leave is because you're running. From me. From whatever your past has fu*ked you up with. You don't see yourself how I do. The beautiful woman who I've opened up to. Who opened up to me. I want you forever. I love you."

My heart nearly stopped. He loved me? Part of me loved him too but I was so angry at him locking me up.

"Love doesn't do this Mikhail. Love isn't forced. If you had told me this before I might have stayed."

"Key words might have Janis. I'm a pr*ck. I couldn't bare the thought of you leaving. I would have hunted you down regardless. I'm not normal in case you didn't notice."

I had to chuckle at that. No he wasn't.

"Can I make you a deal?"

He looked skeptical. "Maybe. Give it to me straight, sweetheart."

"I'll stay. Without being locked up. I want my freedom. We give it a month. If I decide to stay it's on my terms. If I don't you let me go. You let me find myself."

He sat back and stipped his whisky. Eyes never leaving mine. I could almost see the smoke from his ears.

"Fine. Deal. But we shake on it. In Bratva that's a signed contract."

And I knew it was. I wasn't stupid. He'd find me either way. I'd give him that month. And maybe I wouldn't run for once in my life.

So we shook hands. A sealed deal.

"Tonight you sleep with me. No locked doors."

And somehow that made me feel relief. Freedom. No locked doors.

Let's see how this goes.

Unfortunately I have not been accepted for a writer contract. I have a full time job. so I will try to write when I can. much love. more to come 😍