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Authors: Ann Mayburn
Alexandr's Cherished Submissive
Alexandr’s Cherished Submissive
A Submissive’s Wish Novel
By Ann Mayburn
Alexandr’s Cherished Submissive
A Submissive’s Wish Novel
By: Ann Mayburn
Published by Fated Desires Publishing, LLC.
ISBN: 978-1-62322-156-0
© 2015 Ann Mayburn
Cover Art by Scott Carpenter
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Table of Contents
7 years ago
From the moment Alexandr Novikov met the young auburn haired woman bartending at her uncle’s pub in Ireland, he’d been fascinated by her delicate beauty and fiery spirit. Unfortunately, he is in no position to offer her the kind of safe, normal life she deserves so he attempts to put her from his mind for her own good. Something easier said then done when a deal is struck between the Novikov Bratva and the Irish Cleary Gang, an arrangement that includes Alex and his men being on twenty-four hour bodyguard duty with the object of his forbidden desires.
Jessica Venture came to Dublin to spend some time bonding with her birth mother’s family, a connect she desperately needed after losing her adoptive parents within a year of each other back in the States. The last thing she expected was to fall in love with a handsome, mysterious, and sometimes scary man who was well known for his sexual appetite, but rejected her attempts to seduce him.
There are outside forces that will do anything to keep them apart, and Jessica will have to make a desperate choice that will change their lives forever.
Warning:
There is light bondage, domestic discipline, spanking, and a F/F scene that is a voyeuristic Doms delight.
Author’s Note: This is part One of Two for Alex and Jessica’s story. In Alexandr’s Cherished Submissive we get a look into the past and the events that shaped Alex and Jessica into the people they are today. Part Two, Alexandr’s Reluctant Submissive, is present day on, and the expected release date is August 2015.
Dear Beloved Readers,
Thank you, as always, for giving me the chance to entertain you and welcome back to the world of the Novikov
Bratva.
Alex and Jessica’s story is a long, complex one with many things happening in the past that will have a ripple effect on the future. Because of this, Alex’s story has been split into two gigantic parts. Part 1, Alexandr’s Cherished Submissive, is about Alex and Jessica’s past, while Part 2, Alexandr’s Reluctant Submissive, is present day on. Now, for those that have read the previous books in the series(which I would HIGHLY suggest) you know ‘something bad’ is going to happen to Alex and Jessica. It does, it’ll rip your heart out, but I don’t end the book on a negative note, so keep reading even though you feel like rending your clothing and pulling out your hair. Or you throw your eReader against the wall. Either way, don’t. ;)
I would also like to thank my Beta readers for helping me whip Alex into shape, Karah Belseth, April Renee Symes, Ashley Haines, Leann Mallow, Jennifer Severino, Tammy McGowan, Barb Evans, and the ever so lovely Dianne Sandvik. Thank you ladies so much for your suggestions and sharp eyes, you really helped me smooth Alex’s story out and went above and beyond the call of duty to battle your way through my unedited crap. I mean raw masterpiece. ;)
So grab your tissues and a cold drink, sit back, and I hope you enjoy Alex.
Ann Mayburn
This is part One of Two for Alex and Jessica’s story. In Alexandr’s Cherished Submissive we get a look into the past and the events that shaped Alex and Jessica into the people they are today. Part Two, Alexandr’s Reluctant Submissive, is present day on, and the expected release date is early Fall 2015.
a mhuirnín
-
Irish for ‘my darling’
bogger
- An Irish term for someone outside the city, a farmer, someone country/redneck
Bratva
- The Russian Mafia, more specifically it’s often used to denote the different organizations. For example, the Novikov
Bratva
, or the Sokolov
Bratva
.
Devushka milaya
-
Russian for ‘Sweet girl’.
dorogoya
- Russian for dear/darling
Gobshite
- A variation of
shit
, especially in Ireland and the United Kingdom
Krasavitsa
-
Russian for beautiful
Laskovaya
-
Russian for Sweetie
Lyublyu tebya vsem sertsem, vsey dushyu
-
Russian for ‘I love you with all my heart, with all my soul’.
Malyshka
- affectionate form of ‘little girl’ in Russian
Pizda
- Russian for pussy.
prinsessa moya
-
Russian for
‘
My princess’.
Radost moya. Moya krasivaya. Ya lyubb-lyu tebya vsem sertsem, vsey dushoyu. Ya budu vsegda lyubit tebya. Vsegda
- Russian for ‘My joy, my beauty. I love you with all of my heart and soul. I will always love you, always.’
Sinn Féin
-
is an
Irish republican
political party active in both the
Republic of Ireland
and
Northern Ireland
.
Sladkaya moya
- Russian for ‘My sweet’.
Sovietnik
- ("Councilor"), is the advisor and most close trusted individuals to the
Pakhan
, similar to the
Consigliere
in Italian-American Mafia crime families and Sicilian Mafia clans.
to, chto ty delayesh' so mnoy
-
Russian for ‘What are you doing to me?’
Ti takaya krasivaya
-
Russian for ‘You are so beautiful to me.”
Ya palyubIl tebyas pervava vzglyada
-
Russian for ‘I have loved you since the first moment I saw you’.
7 years ago
Dublin, Ireland
Alexandr Novikov lounged in a not-so-well-lit back corner of a cavernous room, relaxing in the boisterous atmosphere. Rain had dampened the wool of his jacket, releasing the musk of the fabric every time he shifted. A hint of the sweet scent of pipe tobacco had seeped into the bones of the building, which, on damp nights like this, released the ghostly smell of phantom smoke. In a neat twist of fate, the place he found himself in tonight was a high-end working man’s bar that had seen more than its fair share of violence but still managed to retain its weathered glory. One of his favorite places on Earth to visit, even if he was here for
Bratva
business.
The pub had been around since the 1700s and was controlled by the Irish mafia for almost as long. In spite of the frequent fights and roughhousing, the bar itself was crafted of rock-solid, aged wood that had taken on a rich patina over the years, giving the thick planks an almost silky look. The mullioned windows and stained glass, which looked out into a bleary view of the street, were either original or excellent reproductions. Carefully trimmed ivy grew over portions of the intricate brickwork on the exterior of the building and well maintained flower boxes on the upper level windows allowed the bar to blend in nicely with its upscale neighborhood.
Regardless of the fact that the pub was often filled with clientele of a rougher sort, there were rarely any conflicts. Anyone who came here for a drink knew better than to make any trouble. Peter Cleary, the owner of this establishment and a good portion of Dublin, didn’t suffer fools gladly. Probably one of the reasons Alex got along with him so well, and nothing that was about to happen tonight would endanger their friendship. While he would do everything he could to minimize any disturbance, the man he was hunting was at the top of a long list of assassinations he’d been assigned. As powerful as Peter was, the Novikov
Bratva
was a deadly leviathan lurking in the criminal depths that sharks like the Cleary mafia could only begin to imagine. Still, that didn’t mean Alex liked creating problems for one of the few men he considered more than a business acquaintance.
Alex had been coming to this bar for over ten years for work and pleasure, and even though it almost felt like home, he was on high alert. Without being conspicuous, he constantly scanned the crowd while sipping his pint of dark lager, knowing that he blended in perfectly. When he traveled abroad on family business, to dress like a local and not draw attention to himself. And even if he hadn’t, no one would have been stupid enough to try and pick a fight with him. He’d grown up in a landscape saturated with violence and it had marked his soul.
Despite being in a heightened state of readiness, he kept his mask of indifference in place, a carefully nondescript indifference that could be interpreted by people in many ways.
Most of those assumptions would be wrong.
As he scanned over the crowd again, his gaze invariably honed in on the pretty, auburn-haired young woman tending the bar at his end of the long room. She was new. During his frequent visits, Alex had bedded most of the waitstaff who worked here, but he had an unusually powerful desire to be balls-deep in the oddly beguiling young woman. He’d been with some great beauties, females so amazing they’d won prizes for their attractiveness, and none of them had drawn his attention like this. The redhead was attractive, in a sweet way, but she didn’t hold any of the exotic, sultry promise he preferred in his conquests…but he was unable to stop watching her. As he stared at her, he tried to puzzle out why he couldn’t keep his eyes off of her and focus on his hunt.
Being distracted by a female while on assignment never happened. He was calm, cool, analytical, and focused. Even when he was a boy, he could concentrate to the point where he was impossible to distract. Yet here he was, daydreaming about long, dark cherry red hair wrapped around a pale, slender body. She reminded him of a dancer, all grace and flowing motions.
Then she grinned, and his heart gave a hard thud. In that one second, she transformed from merely pretty to stunning. He’d never seen anyone smile with such open happiness before. It lit her from within, making her pale skin seem almost luminescent in the dim golden lighting of the pub. Her teeth revealed by her parted pink lips were perfect, lovely. She must have been some dentist’s pride and joy. Alex imagined her smiling at him, and something funny twisted in his stomach, a craving to know her in a very intimate way that only grew stronger as he observed her.
The first time he’d seen her, three days ago when he arrived in Ireland, he’d made note of her. He’d been fascinated by the tall, graceful woman with the most beautiful hair he’d ever seen. It was natural—her red eyebrows and fair lashes along with freckles attested to that—and when she happened to look his way, he sucked in a breath at the sight of her feline–like, bright blue eyes. Exotic eyes that would haunt the man lucky enough to see them. The dazzling gaze of an enchantress in the face of an innocent.
When she grew into her unusual beauty, she would breathtaking.
He hoped she’d notice him, but she seemed to be ignoring his part of the room. The more he studied her out of the corner of his eye, the more he realized she was avoiding looking at him on purpose, doing everything she could to keep from turning her face in his direction. Right now, she was talking to a customer who was getting a good eyeful of her bare belly while she reached for a glass from the rack above the bar. The skin of her slender torso was pure, creamy perfection, and he wondered where her freckles stopped.