Stolen By The Bratva King (NYC Russian Royals #2)

Chapter 42

42

Emery

T he water feels so good as it courses over my body. Sitting on Leon’s face was more of a workout than anticipated, and my legs ache from the exertion.

“You’re glorious,” Leon says, loading a sea sponge with soap. “I don’t think I’ll need a nap after all to get my energy back. Seeing the water run off those fucking incredible tits is enough to get the motor revving.”

I roll my eyes as he applies the lather to me, massaging it into my breasts and stomach. It smells of pink pepper and ginseng, a lightly spicy aroma that revives me as Leon’s strong hands go to work, loosening knots and releasing the tension.

“Better, val’kiriya ?”

“Much better.” He turns my shoulders so I’m facing away, and he sets about washing my back, his thickening cock tickling between my thighs. “That wasn’t like me, getting all demanding and dominant. I don’t know what came over me.”

“I know what came over me,” he replies, laughing. “I shoulda worn a snorkel. I love how juicy you get, baby. It’s the kind of thing that can’t be faked, and it makes me feel like a goddamn king to get my woman running like a river.”

I give a bashful giggle before I realize; Leon has his hands all over me, and I’m not freaking out.

It sounds strange, but whenever anyone else touched me, I was up in my head about it. Before it all got nasty, Dante used to hold me, and I was like crystal, ready to shatter.

Was my belly poking out? Did I have a double chin from that angle?

My ass was the wrong kind of big, my thighs were too thick—there was always something that didn’t measure up, if not everything.

Now I’m naked, taking a shower with a sexy, powerful crime boss. The man who made me marry him, then made me love him.

I couldn’t help it; his deep devotion made me see myself in a whole new way. Leon has never been anything less than slavishly obsessed with my curves, and that’s why he can move his hands over them without me becoming anxious.

But he touches more than my body.

My husband took my tender, bruised heart and coaxed it back to life, finding the truth of me beneath the neuroses and fears that held me down.

It’s like emotional CPR, a sense of being jump-started into living and not merely existing.

I lean back against his firm chest, and he wraps his arms around me, his chiseled body sturdy against my soft one. For a moment, we just stand there, the steady rhythm of water mingling with our breath.

His fingers trace idle circles on my skin, then lower, deliberate, teasing. His cock is heavy and now at full-mast, and he slips it between my thighs.

“You’re wet here and not from the shower,” he murmurs in my ear. “I gotta fuck you, Emery. Nothing compares to your tiny pink pussy squeezing my cock.”

This man is feral for me.

It’s almost a concern at this point; what will our married life be like? Rich beyond reason, free to do whatever we want, and fucking each other ragged day and night?

Oh no. Sounds terrible .

Leon’s fingertips find my still-sensitive clit, and he rubs it slowly in time with gentle nudges of his hips. My pussy lips become ever more slippery, and I moan as the smooth head of his cock catches my entrance before slipping away again.

“I need you inside me,” I say, reaching behind me to grab his erection. “Please.”

He responds by withdrawing his hand and grabbing both my wrists, pinning them to the tile wall before me.

I cry out in shock as he slaps my ass hard, kicking his foot back and forth between my feet.

“Open wide and bend over.” He’s on a mission now, like he needs to take back his power after giving himself over to me so completely. “I’m gonna fuck you so deep, you’ll feel me every time you take a step tomorrow. You got that?”

As soon as I’m in position, Leon’s cock is stretching me open. He isn’t taking it slow; his girth forces me to make space, and the sensation of fullness sucks the air from my lungs.

“Yeah, that’s it, you nasty girl.” He lets go of one wrist and wraps my wet hair around his hand, tugging my head back. “You like being full of my cock?”

“Oh God, yes, I do,” I say, planting my feet so I don’t slip.

“That’s what I like to hear.” He drags my arm into the small of my back, forcing me to stick my ass out further, and I gasp as he bottoms out deep inside me. “This is gonna be rough. You’re my good girl; I know you’ll take it like a dirty slut, just the way I like it.”

I love the way he treats me like a queen and a whore in the same breath.

Just minutes ago, he was my slave, and now he’s got his throbbing cock jammed up inside me, ready to wreck me with it, and I couldn’t want it more.

“Do it,” I say, placing my free hand flat on the wall. “Fuck me.”

Leon gives a low groan as he withdraws from my clinging depths before plunging in again, making me gasp.

He’s so big, so hard, and there’s no respite—his thrusts are all-or-nothing, moving fast, his whole weight behind his hips as he pounds me.

“I’ll never get tired of fucking you,” he snarls. “Jesus Christ, this pussy is unreal. You are unreal, val’kiriya .”

He tugs my hair harder and speeds up. “This is gonna hurt later, I promise you that. I must love you to fuck you this way.”

Oh God. He loves me.

It’s not a feeling I ever want to get used to. I hope I feel this heart-stopping joy every time he says it from now until the end of our days.

My pussy is going crazing, twitching and rippling, the nerves alight with pleasure. I’m not surprised to feel another climax brewing in my abdomen; I’ve barely recovered from the last one, and my body is primed, ready for more.

“You’re gonna make me come,” I manage.

Leon slows down, each thrust emphasizing an individual word.

“I—don’t—care. Come—or—don’t, but—I’m—not—waiting—for—you!”

By the feel of him, it won’t be long; his cock is swelling inside me, stretching me to the limit. He lets loose an animal snarl and finds another gear, slamming me like a man possessed.

“Dammit, come!” he says, letting go of my wrist. “I lied—I do care, and I can’t leave you hanging. Touch your clit and come with me!”

The lightest brush of my fingertips is enough. My scream of release rings off the walls, and Leon presses my body against the cool tiles.

“ Ya obozhayu tvoyu rasputnuyu pizda ,” he says, grinding deep inside me as he unloads pump after pump of thick come into my aching pussy. “I love your slutty pussy.”

“Fuck, I love it when you talk dirty in Russian,” I say, going limp in his grasp. “Now I have to get clean all over again.”

“No way.” Leon reaches past me and shuts off the water. “You are not allowed to wash my come away ever, Emery. Wherever you go and whatever you do, you’re taking part of me with you.”