Chapter 11
Eleven
JULIAN
I know I haven’t done anything good enough in this life to earn having this perfect woman on her knees with my cock in her hands, but I won’t question it. I want her, just like this, every single fucking day for the rest of my life.
At my order, Natasha’s jaw drops, and I guide myself between her lips. When she clamps them around me, I moan and tip my head back as heat rushes through me.
I’m going to embarrass myself. Her mouth feels too good. Christ, I’m forty-three years old, have fucked my way through this city, and this inexperienced woman’s mouth makes me feel sixteen again.
“Fuck, your mouth is perfect.” I keep my hands firmly on the chair, not wanting to scare her. I don’t know what prompted this whole thing, but I’ll be damned if I’ll do anything to stop it.
My wife is a walking wet dream, and I would have sworn this is not the way today would have gone. I thought for sure that I wouldn’t see her for the rest of the day.
I’ve never been so happy to be wrong in my life.
Her big blue eyes are on me as she tries to sink down lower, her inexperience obvious, and so fucking sexy. I stop her and smile down at her.
“Hold on, sweetheart. Take a breath for me. Good girl. Now, relax your jaw a little.” Watching me, she does as she’s told, and then she starts to move, and holy fuck, I think I just saw heaven. “God, baby, that’s so good.”
I want with everything in me to push my hands into her hair, but instead I let her have this. I’ll eventually touch her all over, and take my time with it, but first I have to build trust between us.
Her hands move up and down my shaft where she can’t fit me in her mouth, and she hums in the back of her throat because, if I’m not mistaken, my wife is enjoying giving me the best blow job of my fucking life.
“Goddamn, you were made for me,” I murmur, and her eyes drift closed with pleasure. Her cheeks darken. She moans in the back of her throat, sending electricity through me.
My angel has a praise kink.
I can work with this.
“Look at those gorgeous lips wrapped around my cock, so damn perfectly.” She whimpers and sucks harder, and my vision goes dark. “You’re trying to make me come, aren’t you, beautiful girl?”
She nods, those sapphire eyes full of desire.
“If you don’t want me to come in your pretty little mouth, you need to back off now, Natasha, because I’m about to lose control.”
But she doesn’t move away.
She picks up the pace, her hands tighten, she sucks even harder, and there’s no way I can hold back as the climax moves through me. My balls tighten as I lift my hips off the chair and come hard down her throat, and she sucks every drop down.
I can’t help it, my hands move from the chair to her hair, and I see her wince, so I pull back.
Christ, I can’t catch my breath. “Fuck, you’re incredible, Angel. I’m going to touch you now.”
She nods, and I reach down to lift her off her knees and into my lap, where I wrap my arms around her and just hold her.
“Is this okay?” I murmur before kissing her temple.
“This is nice,” she says, but frowns up at me. “Don’t you want to—”
“Fuck yes, I want to bend you over my desk and fuck you six ways to Sunday, but I don’t think you’re ready for that. What brought this on? Not that I’m complaining. That was the best blow job I’ve ever had.”
She doesn’t look like she believes me. “I’m quite sure that’s not true, but thanks for saying it.”
“One, I don’t lie. And two, your mouth is every damn fantasy I’ve ever had.”
Her cheeks darken again with the praise, and I can’t resist brushing my finger down her soft skin.
She doesn’t flinch away.
“So, with that established, and at the risk of sounding ungrateful, which I’m not, what brought this on?”
Natasha nibbles her lip, and I nudge her chin up so she’s looking at me as I tug the lip free with my thumb.
“What is it, Angel. You can tell me.”
“It’s what I’m supposed to do.” The words are whispered, making me frown.
“I told you earlier, you’ll do what you want. If that’s not your thing, you don’t ever have to do it again.” I push her hair behind her ear and smile down at her. “But now that I know how good you are at it, I hope to Christ it’s your thing.”
She laughs, and I feel like I won the fucking lottery. God, she has the most magical, musical laugh.
“I liked it,” she says shyly. “I don’t mind doing that.”
“It’s on the table, then. We’ll figure the rest out as we go. I’m sorry to have to tell you this, but I’m short on time. I have to leave for a while.”
“Oh, I’m sorry for keeping you.” Suddenly, all playfulness is gone from her face, and before I can stop her, Natasha squirms out of my lap and backs out of reach. “How many days will you be gone?”
“Days?” I shake my head as I stand. “No, I won’t be gone for more than a few hours.”
Her shoulders fall with relief.
“I have some business to see to, but I’ll be back this evening. Just make yourself at home. Get settled. I mean that, there’s nowhere in the house or on the grounds that are off limits to you.”
“Do you have guards inside the house?” She pushes her hair over her shoulder, and I want to kiss her there on that smooth skin and then ghost my lips up her neck to her ear and get lost in her for about a week. Fuck, I’m already hard again. “Julian?”
“No. Guards are never in our home, they’re stationed outside. Unless there’s a threat or a problem.”
“Okay.” She nods. “Where is your household staff?”
Lifting a brow, I reach out and take her hand.
I can’t keep my hands off my wife.
“I have a housekeeper, Ruth, who comes in once a week, on Fridays. She’s here all day. That’s the only staff I have.”
“No cook.”
“No cook,” I confirm. “But if you want me to hire one—”
“No.” She shakes her head. “I can do it. Well, I hope your business is good today.”
She looks like she feels awkward as she smiles at me, and I won’t fucking have that.
“Natasha. Come here.” I crook my finger at her.
Obeying, she walks even closer to me, so close that I can smell the jasmine on her, and I lean in to kiss her forehead, breathing her in.
“Get comfortable here,” I tell her softly. I’m enjoying this private and intimate moment with her, and I’m a little fucking pissed that I have to leave her. “I’ll see you later. I won’t be too late.”
She nods, offers me another smile, and then walks out of my office. The white lace does nothing to cover her ass, and she has perfect dimples above each cheek.
I can’t wait to nibble on them.
Fuck. For the first time in years, I don’t want to go to work.
“Why are you here?” Mateo asks with a scowl. He’s just arrived at the same time as me. “It’s your fucking wedding day.”
“We have work to do,” I reply, walking next to him into the King of Spades, Carson’s casino that just happens to be next door to Rapture. “Even on wedding days.”
“Pretty sure you could have stayed home for this.”
I shake my head. “It’s not like I’m on a fucking honeymoon. This isn’t exactly a love match, you know.”
Definitely not a love match, but damn if I don’t fucking like her.
Mateo lifts a brow. “She’s fucking hot, man. If it’s not a love match, you won’t mind if—”
“I’ll cut your liver out and feed it to you,” I reply before he can finish the thought, and the asshole smirks at me.
“That’s what I thought. You keep telling yourself that it’s not a real marriage.” He claps me on the shoulder as we walk into Carson’s office, and we both stop short.
Because sitting across the desk from our brother is Sergei.
As in, my new father-in-law.
Rome’s leaning against the window, his arms crossed over his chest, and he lifts his chin at me.
I’m not going to like this.
“You left my daughter alone already?” he asks but doesn’t look angry. No, this motherfucker looks like the cat that ate the proverbial canary. “We taught her to be a better wife than that. She should still be on her knees—”
“Finish that sentence,” I say as I pull my gun from the small of my back. “I fucking dare you.”
Sergei laughs and waves me off.
“I’m not here to start a fight. Quite the contrary.”
Moving into the room, I close the door behind us, and Mateo stands behind Carson. I join Rome at the window.
None of us wants to sit.
Fuck that.
“What do you want, Sergei?” This comes from Carson, who’s glaring at the older man.
“Well, it’s not so much about what I want as it is what I’m entitled to. You see, you threw me for a loop today when you decided to cast off your son and marry my daughter yourself.”
I knew this was going to come back to bite me in the fucking ass.
“You should have said something before the ceremony if you object. Not that it would have changed the outcome.”
The asshole shakes his head. “On the contrary. I don’t object at all, because now that my daughter has married one of the Kings of Vegas, I’m in the perfect position.”
The four of us don’t reply, just continue staring at him, and then Carson starts to laugh.
“Fuck you,” Carson growls. “You don’t marry into this organization like you do a family.”
“Either you accept me as an equal, or I take all four of you down.”
“Or,” Rome suggests, “we take you downstairs and simply kill you. That would solve a lot of problems.”
“Works for me.” I push off the glass, and Sergei holds up his hand, stopping us.
“I have information,” he says, getting our attention, but his eyes are pinned to Carson. “On Adam Damien.”
“The fuck did you just say?” Carson stands, leaning over his desk toward the older man. “Choose your next words carefully, or I’ll pull your trachea out of your goddamn ugly-ass nose.”
I hate it when he does that. It’s so damn messy.
“You heard me.” Sergei sits back smugly in his chair, examining his nails. “I have information that you’re going to want. But I won’t give it to you unless you make me a king.”
“Murder it is,” Mateo says, clapping his hands and then rubbing them together with anticipation. “Can I play with the blowtorch this time? You assholes always get all the fun.”
“If you kill me, my daughter will die.”
Now, his eyes find mine.
“You can’t hide her away in your mansion forever. My men will find her, torture and rape her, and then kill her painfully. Is that what you want for your new wife, Julian?”
“He’s bluffing,” Rome says.
“I guess that’s the chance you take,” Sergei replies as he stands. “I understand these decisions take a little time. So you think on it and call me.”
He turns to walk out the door, and everything in me screams to take his fucking head off.
But if he’s not lying, I can’t risk Natasha’s life.
So, we watch him walk out the door, and then we all turn to Carson.
“You know as well as I do that any information that sack of shit has on Damien is intel that we can get ourselves,” Mateo says, shaking his head.
Now everyone turns to eye me.
“I’ll start digging tonight.” I’m the hacker of our organization, and there isn’t much that I can’t find out. If there’s new chatter about the man that sent Carson to prison and killed the love of his life, I’ll find it. “I’ll report back in the morning.”