Sinful Embers (Vegas Bratva Kings #2)

17. RADOMIR

Chapter 17

RADOMIR

Leigh nods and we climb out. Oleksi help Dmitri out and unties him.

”How are you feeling?” Oleksi asks Dmitri. “Syd, can you take Dmitri and wait for me?”

“Sure,” Syd comes over and looks at Leigh. “And Miss Vasilikis?”

“It’s Mrs. Molchanov ,” I correct her icily. “And she stays with me.”

“Go with Dmitri,” Oleksi snaps.

“Wait,” Dmitri says. “I dropped my pills in that car.”

“I’ll get them,” Syd offers.

“No. I don’t like people touching them.”

Dmitri goes to the back of the car. I keep an eyes on him as I don’t trust the fucker and I don’t know what game he’s playing or what’s up with my cousin.

“I should shoot you right now,” I tell Oleksi. “You fucking traitor. What are you working for that bastard now.”

Oleksi lets out a breath. “Look I can’t speak now. But meet me at the Blue Lagoon pub tonight.” He turns and calls Syd again. “Syd, I need you to go with these three to Blue Lagoon. They can stay at the same Inn they stayed in last night.”

“Keeping tabs on us still?” Sabrina hisses.

“I’m scared you might fall through a crack and disappear.” He snorts then turns back to Radomir. “I’ll find you that drink and I will tell you everything later. We need to go do clean up after the mess you caused and hope that Wanda is still alive.”

An hour later we’re back at the sleazy inn Sabrina and I stayed at the night before. Leigh and I have a double bed in our room and Sabrina is bunking with Syd. I go down to order us all some food which I offered to deliver to Syd and Sabrina as they didn’t feel comfortable in the pub.

I’m waiting at the bar when the woman who checked us walks up to the bar tender, and she pissed off.

“That prince from the palace did not come and pay for her lunch today,” She is agitated. “I had to take it up there. I told him and you I didn’t want to get involved. Now I must do the dinner too. I am not a housekeeper to feed his whore.”

My brow furrows and something nags at me. The prince for the palace? I’m sure she must be speaking about Carlos. I can’t ask because I don’t want to draw attention to the fact that I was eaves dropping. So I pretend to read the menu while I wait for my food. It arrives just before he food she ordered did. I drop my wallet and bend to pick up letting the woman go up the stairs first.

There are only eight bedrooms and it’s a straight hallway. I walk up the stairs and make my way to Sabrina and Syd’s door. I knock as I covertly watch what room the woman goes into. She takes the key and doesn’t’ bother knocking just goes in. I will be back to get the tray and fix you up. Syd opens the door just in time.

“Thank fuck, I’m starving.” Syd snatches the food and frowns at me instantly alert. “What’s wrong?”

“Did Carlos really kidnap Dmitri’s wife?”

“Yes. Wanda Manning,” Syd explains. “She gave Carlos a job coordinating shipmates for her company as she felt sorry for him, and he did introduce Wanda and Dmitri.”

“So it’s true? Dmitri has gone legit?”

“I never fully trust ex-mob.” She pulls a face. “No offence.”

“I understand.” I rub my chin, holding the brown paper back with mine and Leighs food and some erotic desert in one hand. “Any idea where he’s hiding her.”

“We’ve looked everywhere,” Syd tells him. “We weren’t on a wild goose chase when we went all the UK and Ireland. We were trying to find Wanda Manning as well as Leigh.”

“I thought you all knew Carlos was here in Russia for weeks?”

“He’d been in an out of Russian, so we honestly didn’t know,” Syd answer honestly.

“But Dmitri left that warning in blood…” I mutter. “Only he could’ve know about my safe and helipad.”

“Eleven years ago, Dmitri was working still working with Carlos. Carlos knew all of Dmitri’s secrets which meant learning Dmitri’s family secretes to. ”Syde tells him.

“You believe that?” I ask and Syd nods. “After what happened to your father, other uncle, and Vivienne.” She shuddered. “Dmitri knew he need to get rid of Carlos for good. He’d fallen for Wanda and Carlos didn’t like that. Before he could kill another one of Dmitri’s woman he loved or was about to marry Dmitrie hand him over to the feds.”

“Do you want to help me with something quickly?”

“Okay.” She frowns.

I start walking down the passage to the room the woman from the front desk had just exited. “Last night we stayed there, and I saw Carlos coming down the stairs from one of the rooms. While I was waiting for our food the lady from the front desk was going on about the prince from the palace not paying his bill for today or coming by to see to his whore.”

“Okay?” She says again. “Should I have my weapon.” She pats he leg and pulls out that one. “I’ll use this one.” She puts the small pistol in the waist band of her pants. “What are you thinking?”

“Well, firstly Carlos is gay,” I tell her. “And I doubt he’d been seen dead fucking anyone in this place.”

Her eyes widened and she looks at the door. “You think…”

“We could always pretend we’re in the wrong room if it’s not,” I shrug.

“Then let’s get in there,” Sabrina makes us jump and within a few minutes she jimmied open the lock.

We barge into the room and there’s Wanda. She looks out of it like she’s been drugged. The next half an hour goes by in a blur of sirens ambulances and us getting upgraded to Dmitri’s palace. After another grueling forty minutes of questions from Oleksi, Nikolas, and my mother I finally get to join my wife.

I walk into the room and halt abruptly. Leigh stands in front of a full-length mirror, meticulously brushing her hair. The silky negligee she wears accentuates every perfect curve, the delicate fabric barely concealing the fullness of her breasts, the dip of her waist, the gentle flare of her hips.

My cock hardens instantly.

Silently, I approach her from behind, drinking in the sight of her reflection. Mine.

"You look stunning," I confess, my voice husky with desire.

Leigh smiles softly, dragging the brush through her thick auburn waves. "I'm glad you like it," she murmurs. "We never really had the chance to celebrate our wedding night properly."

A flicker of sadness crosses her eyes, a shadow of the harrowing fortnight she spent in that dungeon.

Maintaining eye contact through the mirror, I wrap my arms around her waist, my lips grazing the delicate curve of her neck. I breathe her in—warmth, sweetness, something uniquely Leigh. She shivers as I trail slow, open-mouthed kisses along her shoulder.

My hands move with purpose. One slips under the sheer fabric, palming the heavy swell of her breast, my thumb circling over her nipple. The other slides lower, fingers skimming over her stomach before dipping between her thighs.

My name escapes her lips on a breathy gasp.

I press my erection against the curve of her ass as my fingers explore, finding her warm, slick, and ready. "So wet for me already," I groan, teasing the sensitive bundle of nerves with slow, deliberate circles.

Her lashes flutter, her body instinctively arching against me. "Radomir…"

That voice. Like sin, like surrender.

In the mirror, our eyes remain locked, our reflection a sinful tableau of dark desire.

She reaches for the hem of her negligee, lifting it to grant me full view of my fingers working between her thighs. Fuck. It’s so erotic I feel my control slip.

Her hips begin a slow, hypnotic grind, rolling against my fingers. Her tongue flicks out to wet her lips before she catches the bottom one between her teeth, her pleasure building.

"Take it off," I murmur, voice rough with need.

Leigh purrs in response, slipping the straps from her shoulders. The fabric pools at her feet, leaving her bare and exposed before the mirror.

Perfection.

I move my fingers down. “Open your legs for me.”

She does as I ask, her breath coming in short, needy gasps as she watches me touch her.

"Show me how you pleasure yourself, Leigh." My voice is dark, commanding. "Open that pretty pussy and make yourself come for me. I want to watch."

A whimper escapes her lips as she hesitates, eyes flicking between my reflection and the sight of my fingers still circling her clit.

Then—she obeys.

With one hand, she parts her slick folds, exposing herself to me. The other begins a slow, teasing dance over her swollen bud, her fingers gliding, pressing, flicking.

"Ahhh," she exhales, her body trembling.

She’s close. So fucking close.

But before she can tip over the edge, I grab her wrist and bring her fingers to my mouth, licking them clean.

“You taste so sweet,” I growl. "I want to eat you."

I strip off my shirt, my body pressing against hers as she rubs her back against my solid chest. Then I drop to my knees, pulling her down with me until she’s straddling my face.

"Feed me your pussy, Leigh."

Her pupils dilate. Lust, surrender. She gives herself to me completely, sinking down onto my waiting mouth.

I devour her.

My tongue plunges into her, lapping, stroking, twisting. I hold her thighs wide apart, savoring her, drowning in her. She writhes above me, her fingers tangling in my hair, guiding me where she needs me most.

I drag my tongue up to her swollen clit, swirling, sucking, flicking. Leigh’s hips jerk, grinding against my mouth.

“Oh God, yes,” she moans, voice wrecked. "Don't stop—I'm going to—"

Her body tightens, a strangled cry tearing from her lips as she shatters. I lap up every drop of her pleasure, not letting up until she’s shaking above me, her thighs quivering against my face.

Before she can fully come down, I stand, stripping off my pants in one swift movement.

"Hold onto the side of the mirror," I command, my voice like gravel. "Bend over. Legs apart."

She does exactly as I tell her, exposing herself to me. My control snaps.

I grip her hips and thrust inside her in one slow, punishing stroke. A guttural groan rips from my throat as I sink into the tight, wet heat of her.

"Radomir," she gasps, her fingers pressing into the mirror.

"Good girl," I rasp, gripping her hips as I pull back before slamming into her again.

The pace builds, each thrust harder, deeper. I watch our reflection, watch her push back against me, desperate for more.

"You’re so deep," Leigh breathes, her head dropping forward. "Oh, that’s so fucking good. Harder… harder… yes—"

I drive into her, our bodies moving in perfect sync, until I feel her walls begin to tighten around me.

"Come for me, Leigh," I growl, reaching around to palm her breast.

Her cry echoes through the room as her pussy clenches around my cock, milking me for everything I have. I follow a heartbeat later, spilling inside her as I hold her close, my lips pressing against her damp skin.

Breathless. Spent. Completely fucking wrecked.

I rest my forehead against her shoulder, one hand still on her breast, the other splayed over her stomach.

Leigh lets out a soft, satisfied sigh.

I lift her into my arms and carry her to the bed, where we curl into each other, our bodies still humming with the aftershocks of pleasure. My lips find hers in a deep, lingering kiss—slow, reverent, filled with everything I can’t put into words.

When we finally break apart, she nestles against me, her breath warm on my skin, and I hold her close, unwilling to let go.

As sleep starts to pull me under, a thought settles deep in my bones—now that I have Leigh back, I finally feel whole again.