All Chapters of Made for the Devil's Pleasure: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

SERGEIWhy the fuck am I kissing her back right now? I thought. I shouldn’t be doing this… I should have her on a plane away from this place.A part of me knew that it had to be the alcohol and perhaps I should stop. But the other part had other lewd ideas.We were in the house now and all through the ride here, she had not been able to get her hands off me.I had told her to take it easy when we were doing nearly 200 on the bike, but did she care?Not in the slightest.Somehow, I found that way hotter."You're drunk," I finally said, getting into the house."So are you."She had a point. I couldn't remember the last time I'd felt this loose, this light. Probably never. I'd spent years learning how to be careful, how to watch everything and trust nothing, and here she was, one hand in mine, humming the song from the bar, and I was following her like a man who'd forgotten how to be afraid.The house was dark and quiet when we got in and I had her against the door before it finished cl

SERGEIThe first thing I registered was the cold.My hand drifted across the mattress, searching for warmth, and found nothing but the ghost of her still tangled in the fabric.I opened my eyes. The space where Renee had been was empty. The pillow still carried the dent of her head, and the sheets were twisted into the shape of her, but she was gone.A slow chuckle escaped me. Of course she was.She had no idea how to face me this morning no doubt, so she had done the only thing that made sense to her. Slipped out like a thief before I could wake. Which was funny, really, considering she was the one who had stolen from me.But last night...Last night had been a different kind of theft entirely.I lay there for a long moment, letting it wash over me. The memory of her body against mine. The way she had craved it, every inch of her pressed into me, hungry in a way that had surprised us both. Her fingers in my hair. Her legs around my waist. The way her breath had caught when I first pu

RENEE"What has you so distracted?"Emma's voice pulled me back into the room, the comb still resting in her hand, halfway through pulling it through my hair. I blinked, realizing I'd been staring at nothing at all for who knew how long."Sorry," I said. "Just lost in thought."The truth was, I had been thinking about him. About last night.The memories of everything that happened kept on flooding into my head over and over again. The way his hands had felt against my skin, careful in a way I hadn't expected from someone like him. The way he looked at me; that hunger in his eyes.I had not exactly expected the night to take that turn when we went out. I mean, it was just supposed to be a casual date that I felt he was basically imposing on me because I was staying in his house.I also wanted to blame the alcohol for everything I did yesterday. But a part of me knew that wasn’t true.Even now, sore in places I hadn’t been sore in for a long time, a stubborn; would I call it, reckless p

SERGEITwo days.That was how long it had been since I had watched that car disappear down the drive, carrying Renee and her sister away from Russia and away from the danger that was me.Two days, and I still hadn't reached out to her myself. I had had one of my men confirm that she and Emma had made it back to Dubai safely and that nothing had followed them home. That was the extent of what I'd allowed myself.It wasn't enough, and I knew it wasn't enough, but it was all I was willing to give myself permission to do right now.I stood at the window of my study that morning, coffee cooling untouched in my hand, running through the same argument I'd been having with myself on a loop since the moment she'd walked out of that room.What I did was for the best. She had no business being tangled up in what was coming. Maxim, the vote, whatever war might follow if this went the way I feared it would. She had already given up enough, risked enough.I wasn't going to be the reason she lost an

"You look uncomfortable."Nikolai murmured it low, close to Katya's ear, as they stood near the back of the cemetery grounds, the crowd gathered in dark clothing beneath a sky just as grey as the occasion demanded."I am uncomfortable," she murmured back. "Everyone is staring."She wasn't wrong. As much as Viktor Orlov had been feared, resented, and quietly despised by half the room, he had still been a Pakhan, a core figure in this world for decades, and attendance at his burial was less a choice than an obligation carved into the unwritten rules everyone at that graveside understood without needing to be told twice.Every major family had sent representation. Some had sent their heads in person.And every single one of them, it seemed, had something to say, silently or otherwise, about the fact that Sergei Morozov, standing not ten feet from the open grave with Katya and Nikolai flanking him, was the man rumored to have put a bullet through Viktor's skull.Word traveled fast in thei