Born into Temptation (Devils Will Rise: Melnikov Legacy #4)

8. Valentin

20 Years Old

I laugh as our drunk parents pile into the waiting SUVs that are lined up outside the restaurant we’ve just left. Yelena stands beside me, but I’m forced to keep my hands to myself. Svetlana and Vitya stand next to us with Samantha in his arms.

Evgeny gets in the SUV with his parents, but before he shuts the door, he looks at his sister and asks, “You coming?”

“I’ll be back later. I left my book at Aunt Katya’s,” she tells him while I try not to smile at the excuse she’s given. If our parents hadn’t been drinking for the last several hours, they would’ve seen right through that lie, but their inebriated asses have made it easy on us tonight.

My Uncle Matvey leans out the window, looking around for me, and when he meets my eyes, he says, “Val, make sure she’s safe, yeah?”

“Will do, Uncle Matvey,” I holler at him and then smile at Yelena, because I really love it when her dad asks me that.

We wave goodbye to everyone before getting into my car, and as soon as Yelena’s shut her door, she’s resting her hand on my thigh and giving me a heated look that sends a rush of blood straight to my dick.

“Find us someplace quick, Val.”

I raise a brow at the husky sound of her voice and the ravenous look in her eyes, but I’m not surprised by it. I’m feeling everything she’s feeling right now. It’s been too goddamn long since I’ve been inside her, and we’re both feeling the sting of the separation. It’s not just the sex, though. Yes, I miss the feel of her tight pussy wrapped around me, and I miss the way she always makes me come so goddamn hard, but it’s more than that. I miss her. I miss the connection I feel with her when I’m buried balls deep and her small body is clinging to mine. I miss the way she shatters for me, the vulnerability she shows me, and the way she kisses me like she needs me more than her next breath.

With her hand on my thigh, she massages me through my jeans while I drive us out of the city. Thanks to our Bratva, I know exactly where the closest secluded area is, and as soon as we’re close to the turn-off, I slow down and ease the Jaguar onto the gravel path that leads to a property that’s been vacant for nearly a decade. The old house is in shambles, nothing but a couple of walls still standing, and those probably won’t make it through another storm. Driving past the wreckage, I pull around behind a red barn that’s a little more stable than the house out front. I still wouldn’t walk into the damn thing, but at least it has all four walls.

I turn off the car and look around. The place is completely deserted, nothing for miles around us, but even though it’s private, it’s still not what I want for her.

“You deserve better than this,” I tell her.

She unbuckles her seat belt and leans over so our faces are close together. “There’s nothing better than you,” she tells me, “and I’ll take you any way I can get you, Val.”

“I’m yours, Yel, always. Even when we can’t be together, I’m still yours.”

“Well, we can be together now,” she says with a grin.

I smile back at her and cup the face that’s as familiar to me as my own before pressing my mouth to hers. She’s the only person I’ve ever kissed, and I love that this woman has all my firsts and that I have all of hers. She opens wider for me, and when I cup the back of her head and pull her closer, she moans and wraps her arms around me. I lose myself in her, just like I always do, until she lets out an annoyed groan when there isn’t enough room for what she wants to do.

“Outside,” she murmurs against my lips.

“It’s cold,” I remind her.

She just smiles and nips at my bottom lip. “Then you’d better keep me warm.”

Dropping her hand, she gives my cock one last teasing squeeze before wiggling her cute ass out of my car. I follow her out, groaning at the chilly air. It warmed up a bit tonight, but it’s still cold, and I’m not convinced she’s thought this plan out. I stand corrected when she grabs my fob and opens the trunk, digging around for the blanket I always keep back there. Our first time was outside, and we’ve both grown fond of outdoor sex. We usually wait until it’s warmer outside, though.

Carrying the soft plaid blanket, she smiles and puts it on the car before hopping up and planting her ass on the hood. Yelena is the only person who’s allowed to touch my car like this. I’d fucking kill anyone else who dared to, but this is Yelena, and she can do whatever the hell she wants.

Stepping closer, I brace my hands on either side of her and bring my face to hers. “You sure about this, Yel. You’re going to have to show more skin than me.”

She slips her hands under my shirt and digs her fingers into my hips, pulling me closer. “I’m sure.”

The feel of her skin makes me forget all about the cold temperature, and when she presses her lips to mine, the heat of her tongue chases away the chill in the air, heating me to my core. She’s hungry tonight, fucking ravenous, and I’m more than willing to give her everything she needs to satisfy the ache between her legs. Cupping the back of her head, I slowly lower her onto the hood so she’s lying down and wrapping her legs around my waist. Her fingers run through my hair, and when I break our kiss so I can work my way down her throat, she moans my name and arches her back at my touch. I nip and suck and lick on her delicate skin before sliding her sweater up so I can taste more of her.

“Fuck,” I groan when I see the black bra she’s wearing. I run my thumb over the see-through lace, watching her nipple harden even more. “This is new,” I say, and it’s not a question. I know every single bra and pair of panties she owns, and I’ve never seen this before.

“It’s one of the things I bought today. I changed in the bathroom at the restaurant because I wanted to surprise you.”

I smile and place a kiss on her lace-covered nipple. “I love it,” I whisper against her skin, “and you look amazing in it.” Dragging my fingers lower, I slip them into the waistband of her jeans. “Is there a matching set of panties waiting for me?”

She lifts her head so she can smile down at me. “Better get me naked and find out.”

I laugh and kiss her stomach, but before I undo her jeans, I kiss my way back to her perfect tits. Tugging the lace down, I take her into my mouth, sucking and filling my mouth with her. She moans, fisting my hair again when I tongue her nipple and suck harder.

“Val, please,” she begs, and as much as I love teasing her, I’m also aware that she’s on the hood of my car and it’s still fucking freezing out here, even if I can’t feel the bite of it anymore.

I give her one more suck and then pull her shirt back down, covering the exposed wet nipple from the cold wind. Kissing my way down her stomach, I undo her pants and smile when she quickly tightens her legs around me, using me for leverage as she lifts her ass so I can pull her pants off.

“Jesus, baby,” I groan when I see the matching panties. Black lace covers the pussy I shaved a few days ago, and within seconds I’m burying my face between her legs, breathing in the sweet scent of her. I’m completely addicted to this woman, and it’s been too goddamn long since I’ve gotten my fix. With her pants pulled down enough to give me access while also keeping her legs trapped in place, I run my tongue up her slit, drinking the arousal that’s already seeping through the thin lace. I lick and suck and kiss every inch of her, and when it’s not enough, I slide my fingers under the sides of her new panties and roughly yank them down. The lace might be thin and see-through, but it’s still too much of a barrier. I want bare skin against my mouth. I want to feel her smooth skin, and I want her arousal all over my fucking face. I want it dripping from my goddamn chin.

Her fingers dig into my hair when I slide my tongue into her, tasting her as deeply as I can before pulling out and sucking on her swollen lips. She’s already close by the time I latch onto her clit and start teasing her with soft strokes and firm licks. One of her hands slides from my hair to trail along the side of my face. She feels my jaw working as I continue to lick and suck, and then I feel her fingers graze along my shoulder and arm. When she gets to my hand, she threads her fingers through mine, holding it as she screams my name to the night sky and comes hard against my mouth.

Her thighs try to open, fighting against the restraint of the jeans, but she’s locked in place, and all she can do is writhe beneath me as I eat my fill of her. Her hand goes slack in mine, and she lets out a shaky breath.

“Jesus, Val,” she sighs, and I can’t help but smile against her pussy. I consider it my life’s purpose to squeeze those two words from her spent body every chance I get.

“Feel better?” I ask in between soft kisses to her tender clit.

“Yes, but I want more.”

I give her one more kiss before lifting back up and hovering my body over hers. “Of course you do.” I cup her face and look into her glassy eyes. “You’re always hungry, myshka, but you’re even hungrier than usual tonight. Everything okay?”

She nods and gives me a smile. “Yeah, I’ve just missed you.”

“I’ve missed you too, Yel.” I kiss her slowly, letting her taste herself on my lips and tongue as she reaches down to undo my jeans and free my cock.

I go to reach for a condom, but when I’m met with an empty pocket, I whisper a quick “fuck” and lift back up. “Goddammit,” I mutter, checking my other pocket and then sighing when I realize I don’t have one. I always have at least one condom on me at all times because Yelena and I have learned to take advantage of every opportunity we’re given, and this is the first time I’ve ever fucked up and forgotten.

“I’m sorry,” I say, and when she sits up and cups my face, I rest my forehead against hers and sigh. “I can’t believe I forgot.”

Undeterred, she wraps her hand around my still very hard cock and smiles. “Maybe just this once we can go without.”

I groan at the thought. The very idea of being inside her without a condom has pre-cum beading at my head. She swipes her thumb along my slit and then licks it off while I try very hard to listen to the logical and reasonable voice in my head that’s telling me this might not be the best idea we’ve ever had.

“Yel,” I start to say, but she just shakes her head and slips her hands into my pants so she can grab my ass and pull me closer.

“Please, Val,” she whispers. “Just this once.”

I grab onto her hips and scoot her closer to the edge of the hood. She keeps a firm grip on my ass, and when I look down and see the head of my cock pressing against her pussy, I groan her name and nearly come just from the thought of being inside her skin to skin.

“You have no idea how many times I’ve thought about taking you like this, Yel.” I keep a firm grip on her hips and nudge the head of my cock against her soaked lips, gently parting them while being careful to not sink fully into her.

“Please, Val,” she whispers again, just as mesmerized by the sight of us as I am.

With my hands full of her hips, I nuzzle her cheek, using my nose to gently nudge her face up to mine. Her dark eyes are full of a lot of things, but hesitation about what we’re about to do isn’t one of them.

“Just this once,” she pleads, and I’m helpless to resist. Her fingers dig in, urging me closer, and when I finally breach her soft pussy lips and sink inside, I groan her name and slide in as deeply as I can, taking her in one hard thrust that pulls a ragged gasp from her throat and a feral groan from mine.

“Fuck,” I growl against her mouth, raising a hand so I can cup the back of her head. Working my hips, I close my eyes at the sensation of feeling her bare pussy wrapped around me. “We’ve been missing out, baby,” I tell her, making her give a soft laugh as she brings her arms up to hug me.

“We have,” she agrees. “I didn’t think it was possible for it to feel better.”

“I didn’t either,”I say, just as amazed as she is. Everything is heightened without that thin piece of rubber between us, all the sensations are magnified, and if I’m not careful, this is going to end up being a very short but amazing experience.

“Goddamn, you feel good, Yel.”

She smiles against my lips, and when another cold breeze blows over us and she starts to shake, I kiss her once more before slowly pulling out of her. Before she can argue, I lift her up and turn her around. I take a second to admire the sight of her ass in the moonlight before placing her hands on the hood of my car. With my chest pressed against her back, I wrap the blanket around us so she’s cocooned in warmth.

“Grab the blanket, baby,” I tell her, bringing the corners of it to her hands so she can grip it beneath her palms. “Don’t let go. I don’t want you getting cold.”

She nods while I run my hand up her sweater and cup one of her tits. With a moan, she presses back, grinding her ass against my cock and making me nearly dizzy with need. Keeping one arm against her chest, I hold her tightly and nudge her legs apart as far as they’ll go with her jeans still halfway down her thighs. When she feels my cock pressing against her slit, she leans her head back so it’s resting on my shoulder and moans my name as I slowly slide into her. It’s an even tighter fit than usual with her jeans pinning her in place, and when I’m buried balls deep inside her, all I can do is press my lips to her neck while I fight the urge to let go.

Kissing the delicate skin of her neck, I slowly work my hips while filling both my hands with her tits. She keeps her hands on the hood with her head thrown back. She’s trying to meet my thrusts, but there’s nowhere for her to move. She’s pinned between me and the car and completely trapped on my dick. All she can do is take what I’m giving her.

With the blanket wrapped snuggly around us, it doesn’t take long before there’s a light sheen of sweat covering us. The cold air that sneaks in is a welcoming, sharp contrast to the heat from our bodies. Needing to feel her closer, I tighten my arm across her chest and bring my other hand to slide up her neck. Grasping her hard enough to hold her still but not hard enough to steal her breath, I keep her locked in place against my chest. Each hard thrust I give her has her pussy gripping me even tighter, and it’s pure fucking heaven.

“Give me your mouth,” I tell her, needing to taste her and wanting to be inside her as much as possible.

She turns her head, and as soon as she’s close enough, I press my lips to hers and kiss her hard. It’s a deep, scorching kiss, the kind meant to leave a mark, and she returns it just as eagerly. Her tongue tangles with mine as she whimpers and moans and clutches at the forearm braced across her chest. Her pulse races beneath my fingers, and when she starts to come, she kisses me harder and drops the blanket so she can reach a hand up to fist my hair. Her pussy tightens around me, a seductive squeeze that grips me from base to tip, urging me to let go with her.

I hold out as long as I can, but with her tongue in my mouth and her pussy still pulsing around me and her soft whimpers filling the air around us, it’s a battle I know I don’t stand a chance in hell of winning. When she breaks our kiss to tell me she loves me, those three words send me over the edge. I let go with a growl as I come inside Yelena without a condom for the first time. Knowing my cum is hitting her bare pussy has me letting out another growl while I tighten my grip on her, desperate to have our bodies as close as possible. My hips stutter as I give one last hard thrust while the last of the orgasm runs through me, leaving me breathless and more than a little dazed.

My head rests against hers as I keep my arms locked around her, lowering us back down to the hood of my car so I can brace my forearms against it while we both come down and catch our breath.

I kiss her cheek and keep our faces close together when I say, “I love you, Yel, so goddamn much.”

Her dark eyes are half closed when she smiles and whispers back, “I love you too, Val, so goddamn much.”

Keeping one arm locked around her, I bring my other hand up to brush back a strand of her sweaty hair, and then I pull the blanket back up because I don’t want her getting cold.

“How the hell are we going to go back to using condoms?” I ask with a soft laugh.

“I don’t know, but we probably shouldn’t risk this again.”

I know she’s right, but the thought of not being able to experience this again is downright depressing. I hug her tighter, and with one hand splayed along her stomach, I can’t help but think about what it would be like for Yelena to be pregnant. Picturing her with a pregnant belly should probably scare the hell out of me, but instead I kiss the side of her head so she can’t see the big smile that’s spreading across my face. I’ve always wanted a family with her, but I’ll never pressure her to start one before she’s ready. As much as I hate the idea of going back to condoms, I’ll wear them as long as she wants me to.

“I love you, Yel,” I tell her again. “No matter what happens, I will always love you and take care of you. You’re mine, and I’m yours. That’s how it’s always going to be for us.” When I move my head back, she’s smiling at me, and I can see the love in her eyes. The two of us out here all alone, sated and with me still inside her—it’s perfect. Life doesn’t often give moments like this, where it feels like everything has aligned to bring about this exact moment, like everything in my life was leading me, leading us, to right here.

I feel like everything’s changed, but I know nothing has. It’s still Yelena, the girl I’ve been in love with my whole life, and there’s still the heavy weight on my chest at knowing I’m going to have to let her go soon, but it still feels like something has shifted, like she’s managed to sink into my heart a little bit deeper. I would’ve said it was impossible for me to love her any more than I already do, but I feel like she’s constantly proving me wrong on that one, and now is one of those times.

Instead of sliding out of her so we can get back in the car, I keep my arms wrapped securely around her and hold her until she starts to wiggle beneath me.

Turning her head, she gives me a sly grin and says, “I changed my mind.”

“What do you mean?”

“One more time probably won’t matter, right? I mean, we’ve already done it. One more time tonight isn’t going to change anything.”

I know I should tell her no, but the memory of how good it had felt to take her bare is too recent and strong in my mind. When she puts a hand on my chest and guides me back into the car before straddling my lap, I know there’s no way in hell I’m going to be able to resist her—not when she’s still dripping my seed, not when her dark eyes are hungry and begging me to make her feel better, and not when she kisses me so damn sweetly and whispers that she loves me.

She’s right.

One more time isn’t going to change anything.

Present Day

The next two weeks pass by far quicker than I want them to. Every morning I help Yelena while she’s sick, every night I fall asleep with her naked, sated body next to mine, and in between I spend as much time with her as I can. We’re still staying at her parents’ apartment, and even though we’re still on high alert for new attacks, things have been quiet, so quiet that we’re getting antsy. My Uncle Danil and Niki have been digging for information, but there’s none to be had. It’s like a couple of ghosts came into our city, killed our men, and then left without a trace. It’s infuriating, but being with Yelena makes me forget about the stress of work. I’m in awe of her, mesmerized by every slight change her body is undergoing, and even though it’s still too early for her to show, it doesn’t stop me from kissing a line across her stomach every day, eager to see her belly expand as our baby grows.

Walking into the kitchen, I see Yelena huddled over the counter with her mom. They’re staring at the laptop screen, and when I walk around, I see wedding dresses filling the screen. As soon as I lean down and kiss her head, she lets out a startled yelp and slams the laptop shut.

“You’re not supposed to see any of these,” she tells me.

I cup her face and kiss her while her mom laughs and then jumps down from the stool when my Uncle Matvey walks in.

“You’re going to look so beautiful, Yel,” I whisper against her lips.

She smiles, unable to stay upset at my snooping and says, “Did you find anything out today?”

I sigh and sit down next to her. “No, everything’s still quiet.”

Her dark eyes study me for a second. “You don’t trust it, do you?”

I’m not surprised she can read me so easily. She’s always been able to, and even though I can’t tell her everything that I do, I’ll never lie to her if I can help it, so I meet her eyes and tell her the truth. “No, I don’t trust it.”

Her fingers play with the edge of the MacBook. “Do you want to postpone everything?”

I smile and turn her cheek so she’s facing me again. “No, myshka , I don’t want to postpone anything.” She smiles while I jerk my chin at the laptop. “As soon as you order a dress, we can make it official.” I give her a wink and add, “Or you can just wear what you have on now. I don’t mind. You’ll look gorgeous either way.”

She smiles and shakes her head. “I’m not getting married in a pair of jeans and your old hoodie.”

“Why not?” I lean in closer so only she can hear. “You look sexy as fuck in my clothes, Yel. You know how much it turns me on to see you in my shirts.”

She blushes and steals a quick kiss before we both turn around to see her mom smiling at us. Her dad’s expression is more subdued, but every day he seems to get a little more tolerant of our relationship. I know it was a big shock to everyone, but so far they’re all handling it like I’d hoped they would. It helps that we started out with the full support of all the cousins. They’ve been helping their parents see that it’s no big deal, and Sveta’s been quick to remind everyone that at least it wasn’t Yelena and one of Uncle Roman’s sons since they’re the only ones who are actually related by blood.

Aunt Alina smiles up at Uncle Matvey. “They remind me so much of us.”

The unreadable mask he was just wearing quickly morphs into a big smile for his wife. He leans down and kisses her before wrapping both arms around her and hugging her from behind. Resting his chin on top of her head, he watches Yelena and me for a few seconds before saying, “Yeah, me too. We were lucky, though, we only had to hide things from Roman. We didn’t have five sets of parents hovering over us.”

Aunt Alina laughs and tilts her head so she can see him. “Very true. I just had one really stubborn man I needed to convince.”

Uncle Matvey tries to look offended, but he can’t hide his smile. “If I remember correctly, I caved the night you turned eighteen, so not very stubborn after all.”