The Boss’s Runaway (Possessive Kingpins)
The Boss’s Runaway: Chapter 11

Jae kissed me like he was trying to punish me and worship me at the same time. In his eyes, I’d fucked up. In mine, I’d done what I needed to survive and gotten something out of it I’d never expected. A man who made my heart race.

Konstantin wasn’t just my brother and the head of the Ivanov bratva. He was also seriously unhinged. Before he’d decided to ship me off to Russia as a mail-order bride to one of his rivals, he’d kept me on a short leash. That was how I was so unknown to most of the criminal world in New York. I wasn’t a mafia princess who got to go clubbing and to university. I was lucky when Kon let me leave the house. The man had serious protectiveness issues. It’d started when our mother died, and our sister disappeared over ten years ago, and it still haunted him.

Jae’s kiss was turning me inside out. Like at the church, our connection hummed to life, amplifying every touch. His tongue felt so good against mine, and his hot hand cradled my cheek like I was something rare and precious. But it was more than that. I responded because it was Jae touching me—a man I’d somehow fallen head over heels for in only a week.

“Bedroom. Now,” Jae bit out, pulling back enough to haul me into his arms.

I brought my lips to his ear as he carried me, bridal style, in the direction of his room. I let my tongue play along the edge of his ear, dipping into the shell and sucking the lobe until he growled.

He kicked the door closed behind him and strode toward the bed. Anticipation flamed to life in my belly. This was it. I was finally going to get fucked, and there was no one on the planet I’d rather do the honors. Another element of my elder brother’s draconian rules was limiting my exposure to the opposite sex. I was untouched at twenty-two, the final gift for whoever Kon sold me off to in marriage. No matter what happened to me after this, no matter when Jae’s family interests demanded I be returned to the Ivanov fold, I would always have this night.

My first time wouldn’t be with someone Kon had chosen. It would be here, with this man. I could be sent wherever Kon decided in punishment—and the man had a twisted imagination—but my heart and first time would remain here with Jae. Forever.

He set me on the bed and pushed me back. His hands moved to his shirt as he looked down at me, his eyes dark with lust. I sat up and tried to take his belt off. A flicker of a smile passed his lips when I struggled with it.

He ripped his belt off in one fluid motion and then wrapped it around both hands, flexing the leather length in the middle. “Hands above your head, Kat.”

Shaking with want, I obeyed. He knelt over me, tying my hands together firmly. Next, he stood and stripped off his shirt and pants. Standing completely naked before me, like in the shower, I couldn’t tear my eyes away from his beauty. He moved toward me and flipped my knee-length blue dress, exposing my bottom half. He stared at me for a long moment, and heat blazed across my skin.

“I have the implant,” I murmured, squirming to look up at him. All part of protecting Konstantin’s asset. He’d warned me that my new husband would probably remove it when I got to Russia. The thought of being knocked up with a stranger’s baby had pushed me to run sooner rather than later.

“I didn’t ask,” Jae said shortly.

He reached for my panties and pulled them off in one fluid motion leaving me bare. I fought the urge to cross my legs.

Jae tutted. “Don’t tell me my wise-cracking Kat is shy now?”

“Not shy. Inexperienced,” I confessed.

Jae stopped as he reached for something in the drawer, his other hand fisting his arousal. I sensed his surprise, and it made me blush in a way that being naked and spread-eagled hadn’t.

“How inexperienced?” he asked.

“Er, the maximum amount? The kiss at the church was my first real kiss.”

Jae turned away. “Christ, Kat,” he breathed on a ragged breath.

“It doesn’t matter. I’m here because I want to be.” I tugged my arms from over my head and sat up. I was losing his interest. I could feel it. I supposed fucking a virgin wasn’t enticing if you weren’t the kind of guy who got off on being first.

“You’re here because you have no choice.” Jae’s voice was strained.

The crush I had on him roared into something more, deeper and everlasting. “I had a choice. I chose you. You think I couldn’t have run away from here a hundred times? I’m an Ivanov. I’m here with you because I want to be. I chose you, Song Jae Han,” I said quietly, mimicking the formal way of saying his name his parents had used.

He stiffened, his long back tightening deliciously, and half turned toward me. His eyes were narrow, considering me.

The thought that he might leave me high and dry before handing me back to my brother sent panic flooding through me. “Anyway, why do you care? I’m here. I’m not going anywhere. I can’t unless you let me. Take what you want from me.”

I licked my lips and let my eyes fall down his magnificent body. I lingered on his erection, still as long and hard as ever. It hadn’t flagged even for a second. I continued to push him. “Break me in because if you don’t, the man who buys me from Konstantin will.”

With a curse, he moved toward me and pushed my wrists over my head. His skin scorched into mine, searing me, and his hardness dug into my belly when he straddled me. “Talk about another man having you in front of me and see what happens,” he warned with a possessiveness that made my heart leap.

“Then stop me. I chose you. I want it to be you, unless it’s too much of a turn-off, and—”

I didn’t get to finish as his mouth slammed into mine, stealing my words. He kissed me hard, at odds with the gentleness of his hand wandering down my body. He reached my chest and opened the tiny buttons of the dress, delving inside to cup my breasts without breaking his brutal kiss. His thumb rubbed across my nipple, making it a hard bud of want. His hand explored further, running down my belly to my center and sinking through my folds. I was so wet that I could feel it on my inner thighs. I didn’t care. I wasn’t embarrassed. I wanted him to know how he affected me.

“You—” Jae broke off as he slid his fingers between my slick folds and sank them inside me. The intrusion felt unbearably good. “Nothing in my life ever prepared me for meeting you,” he finished as he fucked me slowly with his fingers.

His thumb pressed against my clit, and I writhed beneath him. I was going to come embarrassingly quickly, and I didn’t care.

“I’m sorry,” I muttered a half-teasing groan as I rotated my hips against his hand. The sound of him pumping his long fingers was a loud squelch in the quiet of the room.

“You should be, sweetheart. You’ve made everything very complicated,” he reprimanded.

There was no heat in his tone. He’d come to terms with who I was. The storm had passed. I realized I hadn’t been afraid of Jae even during the storm. He was cut from a different cloth than any man I’d ever met. He had an ingrained sense of honor that made me trust him implicitly.

I rose at blinding speed, peaking suddenly. My strangled cry pierced the air, and my body filled with warm waves of pure pleasure. His hand moved against me until I couldn’t take the exquisite friction anymore and shied away.

He pulled his hand from my sopping center, leaning on one elbow and staring down at me. His eyes traveled the rosy flush spreading across my breasts and neck, down my belly to my pussy, still twinging from his expert touch.

“You regret replaceing me that day?” I couldn’t stop that question from popping out. I was a glutton for punishment, apparently.

He held my eyes as he shook his head. “Not even for a minute,” he murmured, bringing the hand that had got me off so effortlessly to his mouth and sucking his fingers clean.

His words coiled around my heart like vines, infusing me with want.

He reached for my dress and tugged. With barely any resistance, the material gave way to his vicious yank, and he tossed it into the corner.

“You know you bought that, right?” I gasped.

“I’ll buy you ten more,” Jae said as he prowled over me.

I shifted my hips around his, and the blunt pressure of him pressed against my entrance. Lifting my hips, I urged him forward. He cupped my cheek, sliding his hand down an inch or two to pin my throat to the mattress. Being held down by him as he took what he wanted from my body was hot as hell. There was a trust there that shouldn’t be possible after only knowing someone for a week, but it was undeniable.

Then he pushed inside, parting my tight muscles, and I couldn’t think about anything else. Everything in my mind narrowed down to the sensation of being filled by this man I wanted so very desperately. It hurt a little, a quick sting as he pressed himself to his hilt inside me. But the discomfort soon passed as he started to move against me. He held himself above me on rigidly muscled arms, and one hand snaked between us to circle my clit again, sending new wetness from my core to coat him. He grunted as I got comfortable and started to bring my hips up to meet his steady thrusts.

“Christ, Kat,” he muttered as he started to fuck me harder. “You’ll be the end of me.”

His words sank through my subconscious and prickled at me like a tiny thorn on a rose stem. Would Jae get hurt because of me? It wasn’t something I’d expected to care about when I’d begged him to keep me. That day in the warehouse, he’d been an icily cold, gorgeous stranger with compelling eyes. I hadn’t known I would love him so effortlessly.

Love him? Wow, I was no doubt setting a new record for virgins falling in love with their first fuck, yet I knew deep down it was more than that. I respected this man, admired him, and wanted him without end. I loved him. I’d been waiting my entire life to meet someone like him in my brutal and unforgiving world. I gripped his shoulders tightly, a sudden wave of tears pressing against my eyelids. Would Konstantin target Jae for having me? Would the Ivanov Bratva come against the Songs? They would be mad to try, but Kon had never been accused of being sane.

“Hey, stay here with me,” Jae suddenly said, cupping my face and pulling me from my panicked thoughts.

He rolled his hips against me and made me groan. His lips met mine, and I felt another peak rushing toward me. His body moved too beautifully against me, and his cock slid too deep and deliciously inside me to hold back.

“I don’t want you to get hurt because of me,” I gasped, on the edge of coming or crying. It wasn’t clear which.

Jae rested his forehead against mine, his hips relentless now as they surged into me. I was so wet I was sure my juices were dripping onto the sheets.

“Too late to worry about that, Kat. Anyway, it’s not your job. It’s mine. I won’t let anything happen to either of us,” Jae breathed against my temple.

Twinges were fluttering through me, building and building. “Really?” I gasped, teetering on the edge.

“Really. You have to trust me,” he said through gritted teeth.

Then he slammed deep inside me, rubbing my clit hard and fast in a sudden change of pace that sent me spiraling over that edge and spinning out to space. He followed me, filling me with wet warmth as I clung to him, riding the wave of pure pleasure he’d given me. He pumped his hot cum inside me, making me feel cherished and filthy. It wasn’t just his strong, masterful touch or how his dick rubbed all the perfect places inside me. It was also his words and his steadfast tone.

You have to trust me

I knew without thinking about it that I already did.