17. Dominic
Iwatch over Natalya for the next few days, icing her ribs and bringing her the homemade soups Lucia makes, until she finally rolls her eyes at me and tells me yet again to stop worrying and that she’s fine.
Well, that’s never going to fucking happen, and that’s exactly what I tell her.
“You’re a stubborn man, Dominic Alessi.”
“And you’re a stubborn woman, Natalya Alessi.”
She smiles at the sound of her soon-to-be name and reaches out to run her fingers through my hair when I lean down to lift her shirt so I can kiss her stomach. It’s my new favorite thing, and I do it all the time. She never pushes me away or looks annoyed by my doing it, and I love her so fucking much for that. She just lets me nuzzle and kiss her stomach as much as I want. I’m obsessed with the idea of our baby growing inside her. I went from never wanting kids to having it be all I can think about.
“You’re going to be such a good daddy,” she tells me.
I turn my head, resting my ear against her soft skin. “I hope so.”
“You will be,” and there’s not a trace of doubt in her voice.
I smile and kiss her stomach, slowly trailing a line down. It kills me to see the dark bruises that mar her perfect skin, but I know it could’ve been so much worse. I nuzzle her with my nose, breathing in her sweet scent. I’ve missed her so fucking much. I haven’t been inside her since the day she left my house, and it’s been slowly driving me crazy. She lets out a moan when I give her a soft nip, and I’m just about to hit her panties when my phone dings with an incoming text. I groan and kiss her stomach again before lifting up. I know who it is. I’m convinced Lev, with his eerily accurate timing, is determined to cock-block me from his daughter for the rest of my life.
Natalya gives a soft laugh. “Tell my dad I said hi.”
“It’s not funny, principessa. I know he’s doing it on purpose. I don’t know how the fuck he knows every time I’m about to slip some part of myself inside you, but he does. I’m turning my goddamn phone off the next time I get in bed with you.”
She smiles and keeps playing with my hair while I read the text.
If you want a piece of him, you’d better get your ass to the warehouse.
“Everything okay?”
I look over at Natalya’s bruised, swollen face, remembering every single thing that fucker did to her, and it takes everything I have to say, “Everything’s fine, sweetheart. Nothing to worry about.”
She raises a brow at me, because she’s not an idiot and the girl can read me like no one else can.
“Go, Dominic. Go do what you need to do.”
“I don’t want to leave you. The last time we were apart you got hurt.”
“That was different, and the threat is gone. I’m safe here, and I know you’ll feel better after you do whatever the hell you’re about to do that I don’t ever want to know the details of.”
The rational part of me knows she’s right, but it doesn’t mean I have to like or accept it. Kissing her stomach again, I try to convince myself that I don’t need to be there when Alexei takes his last breath, that I can let my need for revenge go because all I need is right in front of me, but all I can think about is the way she’d looked when he’d had her bent over the table, pawing at her shorts like a fucking animal while she begged him to stop.
“Go,” she whispers again, gently tugging on my hair. “You’ll never be able to let it go, and we both know it. You need to see this through to the end, Dominic.”
I look at her sweet face, the one that’s now covered in cuts and bruises, and I know she’s right. I can’t let this go. I can’t stand back and let someone else take the revenge that’s mine. He hurt the woman I love, and I need to feel his blood on my hands. That’s all there is to it.
“How can you read me so easily?”
She smiles and runs a finger along my cheek. She seems to enjoy a bit of facial hair, so I’ve been keeping a very light beard for her. Grazing the thick stubble, she says, “Because I love you, Dom.”
My heart fucking melts at hearing her say that. How the hell she’s managed to tear through the walls I’ve always surrounded myself with so damn quickly and efficiently, I’ll never know, but I’m so glad she did.
“I can’t imagine going back to the life I used to have. The thought of not having you with me breaks something inside me, principessa.”
“You won’t ever have to,” she promises me. “Now go and get your piece of that bastard before my family finishes him off.”
“There’s the Bratva princess I fell in love with.”
She laughs and cups my face, gently pulling me so I’ll scoot up closer. Her palms are on my cheeks and her blue eyes stay locked on mine. “Give him something special just from me.”
I run my eyes over her swollen, discolored cheek and the line of black stitches on her forehead. “I promise, principessa, he will die in a lot of pain, knowing that it’s because he dared to lay his hands on you.”
“That probably shouldn’t make me as happy as it does.”
“It’s not wrong to want revenge, sweetheart. It’s not wrong to want him to feel a small piece of what he did to you. He beat you, and then he was planning on raping and killing you. No amount of pain I can give him will ever be enough to make up for that.”
“Well when you put it like that,” she says, giving a small laugh.
I know she’s still in a lot of pain, and even with icing her ribs on a strict schedule, every breath she takes is still a painful reminder of what that bastard did to her, and yet she’s still able to smile and laugh with me. I think I’ll always be in awe of her.
“Go,” she says again, but instead of pushing me away, she pulls me closer. “But kiss me goodbye first.”
I smile and run my thumb over her pouty, top lip. “Such a bossy little thing.”
“You have no idea what you’ve gotten yourself into.”
I laugh and ghost my lips over hers. “Whatever it is, it’s worth it, principessa. You’re worth everything to me.”
She starts to smile right as I press my lips to hers and cup the back of her head, threading my fingers in her hair and holding her still. Catching her top lip between mine, I give her a hard enough suck to make her moan and then slide my tongue in to meet hers. She opens for me, deepening the kiss and grasping the back of my neck, making it clear I’m not going anywhere until she’s had her fill.
Her soft moans have my dick painfully hard and pressing uncomfortable against my pants. She sucks my tongue, and I wish like hell I could slide into her. I want to consume her like she consumes me. I don’t want any separation between us, and when she drags her fingers through my hair and bites my bottom lip, I know I’m seconds away from losing all control.
Alexei and the slow, painful death I have planned for him disappear from my mind, because there’s no room for any of that shit when my fiancée is whimpering softly and kissing me like she’ll never be able to get enough.
I’m seconds away from freeing my cock and ripping her panties off when she winces and breaks our kiss to suck in a quick breath.
“Fuck, baby, I’m sorry.” I pull back, appalled that I’ve caused her pain, but she clutches at my shirt, refusing to let me go.
“I’m fine. I just moved too quickly and my body reminded me that I still have three cracked ribs.”
When I still look horrified at the idea of hurting her, she pats my cheek and says, “Give him a little something extra for all the sexual frustration he’s making us endure.”
I kiss her again, much more gently this time, and say, “I will, principessa, and then I’m coming home and burying my head between your legs. I may not be able to fuck you like I want, but I can’t allow you to be unsatisfied.”
Dragging my hand up her thigh, I cup her pussy in a possessive grip, pressing my thumb against her swollen clit as she moans and rocks up to me.
“My pride won’t allow it, sweetheart.”
“Good,” she whispers, making me laugh while I give her one last stroke and then pull my hand away.
“Get some rest, fiancée. You’re going to need it.”
She smiles up at me. “Hurry home.”
Standing up, I lean down and give her one more kiss. “I love you.”
“I love you too,” she whispers. “Tell my family I said hi.”
I give her a wink and then make sure her phone is next to her before grabbing my suit jacket and leaving the room. Dario and Alessandro are in the kitchen with Lucia. They’ve decided it’s their favorite room in the whole damn house, and Lucia loves every second of spoiling them. She hasn’t stopped smiling since I told her Natalya agreed to marry me and that she’s pregnant.
When I step in the room, she turns her smiling face to mine. “Is Natalya okay? Does she need anything?”
I walk over and pat her shoulder. “She’s fine, but I need to go take care of something.”
Dario immediately lifts a brow at me while Sandro looks over while taking a huge bite of his calzone. He’s curious, but not curious enough to stop eating.
I look down at Lucia. “Maybe you could bring her up some food in a little bit. She hasn’t eaten enough today.”
She nods, because she and I are in complete agreement about Natalya upping her calories. Just the thought of her beautiful body growing rounder with her pregnancy has me smiling. I’m curious how big I can get her ass, and I can’t wait to find out. Every stage of this pregnancy is going to be celebrated and enjoyed to the fullest.
Lucia pats my cheek. “It’s good to see you so happy. I knew you needed a family, and I can’t wait until there’s a little baby in the house. I’ve already started knitting a blanket.”
“What color is it?” I ask, and then laugh at the embarrassed look she gives me.
“Blue,” she admits, but then adds, “I can easily make a pink one if needed.”
“I’ll be happy with either a boy or a girl,” I tell her. “As long as Natalya and the baby are healthy and safe, I don’t care.”
“True enough.” She smiles even bigger and adds, “Plus, you can always have more.”
I laugh, but she’s not wrong. I plan on filling this house with babies. My sweet principessa might just end up pregnant all the time.
I’m still smiling about it when Lucia goes back to cooking and I lean against the counter near my cousins. Sandro still has a mouthful of food, and Dario is still waiting for me to tell him where the hell I’m going.
“Hurry up and finish that, Sandro. Lev invited me to the party, and we need to get there before those crazy fuckers kill him.”
He smiles and pops the last of his calzone into his mouth before standing and pushing his plate aside. “Thanks, Lucia. Delicious as always. I’d marry you in a second if I thought you’d have me.”
She laughs and swats her hand in his direction. “You couldn’t handle me,” she tells him, making us all laugh.
Dario’s all business, pulling his keys out and glancing back at us on his way to the front door. “I’ll drive.”
“They’re at the warehouse right outside of the city, the one that’s closest to our territory in the north,” I tell him, and he nods, letting me know he remembers the spot.
Both of our families have various properties located in and around the city. Hell, my family’s real estate company helped them buy several of them. They’re all under various corporations, all of our names hidden beneath a labyrinth of paperwork that no one will ever be able to decipher. It’s still a small risk, but it’s a necessary one because having a place to torture and kill that isn’t on your own personal property is a fucking must in this line of work.
I send a quick text to Lev, letting him know we’re on our way and to save me a piece of the bastard. He gives me a thumbs up, so I’m assuming that means there will at least be a little life left in the guy for me to snuff out.
Dario gets us to the abandoned-looking warehouse in record time, thanks to his refusal to leave behind his Italian way of driving and take up a more cautious approach to things like obeying speed limits and stoplights. He pulls in beside Matvey’s black Camaro, and when we step inside, the derelict fa?ade of the place transforms into a large, soundproofed room with ample space for all five Melnikov brothers, their older sons, plus me and my two men.
The brothers give me a nod while Vitaly walks over with a smile and claps me on the back. “About fucking time. Don’t worry, Dom, we saved you some fun.”
I look around, surprised to see Sasha standing next to his cousins.
“It’s his sister,” Lev tells me. “He’s earned the right to be here.”
“He has,” I agree, not even bothering to argue. I was involved in shit like this at a way younger age, and I can understand his rage about his sister and the need to do something about it, and if the sixteen-year-old is having a hard time dealing with the violence, he’s hiding it damn well. The dead look in his eyes could rival any I’ve seen on far older, more hardened career criminals.
I give Sasha a nod and then look over at Alexei Zolotov. I frown and turn to Lev. “Are you sure he’s even still alive?”
Alexei is hanging from a chain, naked, and they’ve beaten him so badly that I never would’ve recognized him on my own. His hair color isn’t even visible because it’s coated in dried blood. Both eyes are swollen shut, I don’t think he has a goddamn tooth left in his mouth, and both of his Achilles heels have been severed, leaving his feet to hang uselessly beneath him.
“He’s fucking breathing,” Lev says, and then because he’s still pissed that I’ve been fucking his daughter, he adds, “Be happy you were even invited, Alessi.”
“Yeah, he’s still a little sore about everything,” Vitaly mutters under his breath.
Matvey walks up to Alexei and gives him a rough push so he starts to swing. The movement pulls a pained groan from Alexei while Matvey smirks and gives me an I told you so look.
“Where’s Adrian?” I ask.
Danil shrugs and then laughs. “The old man couldn’t handle the torture. His heart gave out about halfway through.”
“And Andrik?”
“That was Bratva business,” Roman says, making it clear that I was never going to get an invite to that particular party, and as much as I would’ve liked to have hurt that little fucker for kidnapping Natalya, I’m confident his death was sufficiently gruesome and slow.
Lev walks over to stand in front of me. Sandro takes a respectful step back, and Dario waits a few seconds longer than necessary, eyeing Lev the whole time, before slowly taking one step back. It’s a smaller step than Sandro, and we all notice it. I see Lev’s lip ring move up in a smirk at my cousin’s small show of defiance.
Lev holds a bloody knife out to me and raises a pierced brow. I know what’s being offered here, and for a second I’m too surprised to take the bloody blade from him. The man hanging from the ceiling tried to rape his daughter. Natalya wasn’t married or engaged at the time, and as her father, it’s his right to cut the man’s dick off and take the kill, but he’s not. He’s giving it to me.
“That’s so fucking sweet,” I hear Vitaly say from somewhere behind me, and then I hear what sounds like a package being torn open. When I look over my shoulder, he’s opening a bag of gummies with hands that are covered in dried blood and giving me a sort of sweetly sentimental look that makes me want to punch the fucker. He sees my look and smiles even bigger. “Why don’t you give your dad a hug? I think we’d all enjoy seeing that.”
“Jesus Christ, Vitaly,” Lev groans. “I’m not his fucking dad.”
“Father-in-law, whatever,” Vitaly amends and mutters to his son, “Potayto, potahto,” and then pops a gummy in his mouth from the bag the two of them are sharing.
“He’s not going to last much longer,” Lev says, pulling my attention back to the bloody knife he’s offering me.
I take it and give him a tight nod. “Thanks, Lev.”
He shrugs like it’s no big deal, but we both know it is. I assumed they’d let me have a little fun with Alexei, but Lev is offering me so much more.
“Just make it hurt as much as possible.”
“I will,” I tell him, because there was never any doubt about that.
“Wake up, Alexei,” Vitaly says in a sing-song voice. “You aren’t going to want to miss this.”
He tosses a bag of fruit snacks to Dario, who gives him a What the fuck? look before I turn to put all my focus on the man in front of me. Stepping closer, I run my eyes over him, taking in the bruised, bloody body without an ounce of sympathy. It reminds me of when my dad and I had killed the man who murdered my sister. I’d felt nothing then. By the time we’d found him, I’d felt more empty than anything else, but I don’t feel empty now. There’s a murderous rage brewing inside me, and I’m about to let it out.
“I know you can’t see me, Alexei, but do you know who I am?”
His eyes remain swollen shut, but he turns his head at the sound of my voice. It’s not a big movement, but it’s enough to let me know that he’s still alive and coherent. He mumbles something, but with the way they’ve torn his mouth to shreds from all the punches, there’s no way in hell he’s going to be able to form words.
“I’m Dominic Alessi,” I tell him, saving us all the frustration of having to listen to him mumble and moan an answer. “When I first saw you, you had just beaten my fiancée and were in the process of trying to rape her.” I scoot in closer so the next time I speak, I’m inches from his face, making him flinch in surprise. “My pregnant fiancée.”
He moans, and I’m sure if he could speak, he would go on and on about how sorry he is, about how he didn’t mean to, and about how he never would’ve dared lay a finger on her if he’d known she was mine. He’d spew all kinds of bullshit if he thought it might save him or earn him a quick end to his misery. Too bad for him I’m not the forgiving type, especially not when it comes to my principessa.
“There are few things I hate in life as much as a fucking rapist, Alexei. You’re an asshole, a fucking pathetic man who preys on women, and you deserve every fucking thing I’m about to do to you.”
I step back and take my suit jacket off and toss it at Sandro. He almost doesn’t catch it because Vitaly has apparently decided to share his snacks with him as well and his hand is full of them. I try not to think about sticky hands touching my expensive Armani jacket.
Alexei has no idea what’s coming, and his body shakes in fear, trying like hell to guess what’s about to happen. Making him unable to see was a stroke of fucking genius, and I’m glad it adds to his torment. I’m sure it’s nothing compared to how scared my girl was, though.
I punch him in the side, hitting the ribs that someone has already broken, earning a satisfying scream from Alexei. I let it run through me, feeding the darkness that’s always lived inside me. Normal men don’t survive in the mafia. It’s not a job that any sane man can handle, but for as long as I can remember, I’ve fucking thrived in it. It’s the only kind of life I know, so I embrace it and punch him again and again and again, only stopping when I know a few more punches will kill him, and he’s not allowed to die yet.
Grabbing his limp dick, I press the blade against the base of his shaft. “Natalya says hi, Alexei. This is from her,” I tell him, smiling at the whimper he gives when I press the blade in harder and see-saw the knife across his tender skin. I fight back my own need to cringe, because as much as he deserves this, I still can’t help but imagine how fucking bad this would hurt.
When I’m halfway through, I hear Vitaly say, “Ouch. It’s making my dick hurt just watching this.”
A few more back-and-forth swipes of the blade and his dick is severed and I’m tossing it aside to roll away on the concrete floor.
Alexei gasps, sobbing as blood and snot seep from his broken nose. He has only a few minutes left, so I make the most of it. I press the blade against his balls, angling the blade so I’m as high up as I can get.
“And this is from me,” I tell him, sawing through and cutting off his nutsack before tossing it to lay next to his severed dick.
“Fucking gross, man,” Vitaly tells me, but I’m too busy watching Alexei bleed out from the gaping wound I’ve given him to comment.
He’s going to die exactly how a fucking piece of shit like him should die—in an extreme amount of pain and knowing that not a single person is going to give a fuck that he’s no longer breathing. I make no excuses for the cold-blooded killer I am, but I don’t prey on women, and I’ve never killed anyone who didn’t deserve it. Is that toeing the line of ethics? Maybe, but I don’t give a fuck. Life is never black and white, and for those of us who live in the dark grey areas, there are still lines that no man should ever cross.
“Nicely done,” Lev says, walking over and standing next to me so we can both watch Alexei take his last, shaky breath. I keep my eyes on his chest, making damn sure it’s no longer rising and falling, and when I’m satisfied that he is really dead, I hold my hand out so Dario can toss me a rag. After I’ve cleaned the blade, I hand it back to Lev.
“Thanks for letting me end him.”
Lev’s arms are crossed over his chest, one hand scratching at the scruff on his face, deep in thought and clearly not eager to say what he’s about to say. Finally, he looks over at me.
“It was your kill. He beat and tried to rape Natalya. She may be my daughter, but she’s your woman. When Sebastian hurt Jolene, all I could think about was hurting him and making him pay. If her dad wasn’t the piece of shit he was, I still wouldn’t have wanted to step aside and let him take care of it. The kill was mine, just like this was yours.”
Lev and I may not ever be the hugging type with one another, but this kill was the sweetest damn gift he could’ve ever given me, and I won’t forget it.
“I’ll call some of our guys to come and take care of this,” Roman says, already pulling out his phone to text someone.
“How’s Vitya doing?” I ask them, knowing Natalya’s been worried about him.
“He’ll make it,” Vitaly tells me. “He’s damn lucky Sveta found him when she did.” I can hear how proud he is of her when he says, “I can’t believe she demanded they do an immediate blood transfusion. Vein to fucking vein, Dominic.”
“She’s stubborn,” I tell him, not that he doesn’t already know that.
“She fucking hates the sight of blood,” he says with a laugh.
Val comes to stand beside us. “She’s never going to let him forget that she saved him. He’s going to wish she’d never found him.”
Vitaly laughs and nudges his son’s shoulder with his own. “I’m going to have to make sure she doesn’t convince him to let her break the rules because he owes her his life.”
“You think my sweet niece would do that?” Danil asks with a smile. “That doesn’t sound like Sveta at all.”
“Yeah, yeah, have your fun,” Vitaly tells us. “She is her father’s child.”
“She probably ate a bag of fruit snacks on the way to the hospital,” Matvey jokes.
“That’s my girl,” Vitaly says. Turning to me, he smiles. “It’s an excellent source of vitamin C.”
I hear Dario behind me, muttering in Italian about how fucking crazy this family is. He’s not wrong. Our families might both be involved in crime syndicates, but the Melnikovs are in a league all their own. The Alessi Mafia is one of rules and expectations, and the Melnikovs just do whatever the fuck they want. They started the Bratva on their own. They don’t have generations behind them, generations who have dictated how and why things are done the way they are. As the don, I run my family how I want, but I’m always walking a knife’s edge. Part of me wants to continue certain traditions, but the other part of me wants to just burn it all down and start from scratch. I’m hoping there’s a happy medium in there somewhere. I can’t help but think about the next generation. Our child will be born into the Alessi family, but his roots will run very deep into the Russian Bratva side of things.
“What are you thinking so hard about?” Vitaly asks me.
“I was just wondering if my son will one day be running an Italian Mafia or a Russian Bratva.”
“An Italian Mafia,” Dario says, his tone making it clear he doesn’t think it’s up for debate, but at the same time, Lev says, “A Russian Bratva,” his tone also leaving little room for debate.
“Why don’t we just wait and see?” Matvey suggests. “You never know. You may just have girls.”
“Also,” Vitaly adds, “that is very much a problem for another day. I try not to worry if I don’t have to. It prematurely ages you.”
“Yeah, you don’t want to have wrinkles and grey ball hair,” I tell him.
He barks out a laugh while Val says, “That’s gross, Dad.”
Vitaly just shrugs. “I’m just glad I have a nutsack to grow grey hairs on.” He looks over at Alexei’s severed genitals. “I’m guessing he’d give anything to have a few grey hairs.”
“True enough,” I agree.
Luka and Max have been quietly watching near their dads. They’ve been laughing with the rest of us, but they’re also taking in every detail of what’s been going on, no doubt memorizing everything for when they’re the ones in charge. Sasha’s eyes keep darting back to Alexei’s softly swaying body. There’s no horror behind his eyes; it’s more like fascination, and I wonder if Lev notices. My silent question is answered when Lev walks over and smacks his son on the back before leaning down to whisper something to him. Sasha nods, and after giving the body one last look, he goes to stand with his cousins.
Lev notices me watching and walks back over to me. “I’m handling it,” he says before I can even open my mouth.
I hold up a hand. “I didn’t say a word.”
“No, but I know you noticed it. Sveta is like her dad, and Sasha, for better or worse, is a lot like me. He doesn’t shy away from the dark parts of himself. If anything, he revels in them a bit too much, but he never lets the dark overtake the good. He still has a lot to learn, though.”
“Don’t we all?”
Lev smirks at me. “Well, now that you’re going to be his brother-in-law, you can help me out with him.”
Vitaly somehow manages to overhear us. “Now’s your chance to back out, Dominic.” He laughs at the matching scowls Lev and I are wearing. “Once you’re officially tied to this family, there’s no going back.”
“Dominic knows what it means to be tied to a family,” Dario reminds him.
“True, but not this one,” Vitaly counters.
“I’m not backing out of anything,” I tell them.
“And he’s already tied to us,” Lev reminds him. “I’d fucking kill him if he walked out on my pregnant daughter.”
“And I’d deserve it. I’m marrying Natalya. End of fucking story.”
Vitaly looks at me and grins. “Is there any way we can convince you to take the Melnikov name and drop Alessi? It’s the progressive thing to do.”
“Fuck that,” I say, feeling my cousins tense at the very idea of it. “Natalya is going to be an Alessi. I’m not fucking changing my mind on that.”
Lev groans, but he and his brothers don’t argue. They’d be doing the same thing, and we all know it.
“The cleanup crew is here,” Roman says right before four of their men walk in. I don’t recognize their faces, but the neck tats are a dead giveaway. Roman gives them orders in Russian, and they set to work. I’ve got to hand it to them, they don’t bat an eye at the cut-off dick and balls lying in a pool of blood. They just lower Alexei onto a tarp and throw his genitals on top before wrapping him up tightly and then carrying him out.
“I take it they’ve done this before,” Sandro mutters.
Matvey gives him a half smile. “A few times.”
With Alexei taken care of, I’m anxious to get back to my pregnant fiancée. I’d left her unsatisfied, and it’s time I went home and made it up to her. After telling the Melnikovs I’ll be in touch soon, I follow my cousins back out to the car. Dario must sense my impatience, because he breaks even more laws than usual and gets us back in what has to be a new personal record for him.
“See you later, boss,” Sandro says to me with a grin, knowing exactly what I’m about to do.
Dario looks over at me from the driver’s seat. “We’ll be at La Dolce Vita if you need us.”
“Sounds good. Thanks.”
I get out and let Sandro take my seat up front. My cousins have been invaluable since I brought them back to America with me, and as much as they love Italy, I can tell they’ve already made this place their home. Maybe Uncle Salvatore will feel better about things when he comes over for the wedding and sees for himself that this is where they need to be, that this city is our family’s future.
They leave as I go inside. The house is quiet, which isn’t all that unusual. Lucia is either cooking or sneaking a visit with Dr. Bianchi, Tony is most likely studying, because even though he’s no longer in med school, he’s still learning from the best doctor in the city and he needs to make damn sure he knows how to do everything that’s expected of him, and the rest of my men are off doing their jobs.
It won’t stay this calm for long, so I don’t waste any time. Hurrying up the stairs, all I can think about is my pregnant fiancée and how badly I want to see her again. She’d been tired when I’d left, so I let myself in without making a sound in case she’s sleeping. I’d been right to be quiet. Walking over to the bed, I run my eyes over Natalya’s sleeping form. She’s propped herself up a bit with the pillows to ease the pain from her cracked ribs, and the blanket she’s pulled up to her chin is hiding her from my view, and that’s not at all what I want.
Being careful to not wake her, I slowly pull the blanket off, revealing her body one tantalizing inch at a time. I smile at the sight of her in nothing but my T-shirt and a pair of pink, lacy panties. I love seeing her in my clothes, almost as much as I love seeing her out of them.
She’s in a deep sleep, and for the briefest of moments, I feel a slight twinge of guilt about not letting her sleep, but then she lets out a soft sigh and bends one of her legs, opening her thighs to me. I swear some part of her can sense that I’m here, and it’s all the invitation I need. Pulling a knife from my pocket, I open it and very carefully slide it under the thin piece of fabric at her hip. The lace splits with a sort of terrifying ease, and I know it would slice just as easily through her skin if I wasn’t being careful. I’m always careful with my principessa, though. The marks I’ve left on her body are nothing like the ones that cover it now. Alexei was a jackass who got off on causing her pain. I’m a monster who gets off on seeing her embrace a little bit of pain while in the throes of pleasure. We are not the same, and seeing his marks on her body makes me want to go and saw his dick off all over again.
Forcing him from my mind, I slide the tip of the blade along her other hip, cutting through the lace before putting my knife away. Her panties still cover her, the lace giving me a peek-a-boo glimpse of her smooth pussy. Positioning myself between her legs, I bring my nose to the thin scrap of fabric and breathe her in. Her scent drives me fucking crazy, and I fill my lungs with it, nuzzling her gently with my nose.
Sliding a finger under her panties, I pull the ruined lace down, exposing my fiancée’s pretty pink pussy to me. I bite back a groan and hover my mouth over her, exhaling onto her hooded clit. She’s not ready for me yet, not plump with her arousal, clit pulling back from its hood as her wetness spills from her lips, but my god she fucking will be.
Not wanting to wake her just yet, I very softly lick along one side of her pussy. She lets out a heavy sigh, but she doesn’t wake. I kiss and lick her soft lips, slowly making my way to her clit. Her body starts to respond, even as she continues to sleep. Her arousal coats my tongue, filling my mouth with the taste of her. I watch her mouth part on a sigh when I slowly start to kiss her clit. I cover her in kisses and licks, coaxing and guiding her body to the orgasm I want to give her.
Her clit swells for me as her pussy grows so wet she’s dripping from her folds. She lets out a soft whimper, and I know she’s close to coming and close to waking. Latching onto her, I grab her upper thighs and give her a good suck, pushing her over the edge.