Chapter 13 #3
When I slowly pull out of her just so I can slide back in, she closes her eyes, clinging to me as I rock into her again.
She’s so fucking slippery and knowing her arousal is just part of that is driving me crazy.
I wait until I feel her body relax even more, when I know the pleasure is replacing the pain for her, and when I can’t wait a second longer, I lift up so I can look at where we’re joined.
“Goddamn,” I growl when I see my bloody cock fucking her in a steady rhythm that has us both trembling with the need for more.
Even though I’m coated and slick with her arousal and blood, I can still see the three letters of her name marking my skin.
I watch her name disappear in and out of her, hypnotized by the sight of it, and when I bring my hand lower and start to rub her clit, she moans my name and rocks her hips, meeting my thrusts with an eagerness that threatens to undo me.
“Let me feel you come, Cyn.” I rest my other hand beside her head and hover over her while I keep working her clit. My thrusts are faster, harder, and when I know she’s only seconds away, I press my mouth to hers, wanting to kiss her while we both fall apart.
Her muffled screams of pleasure mix with my groans, and when I feel her pussy tighten around me, I stop resisting the orgasm that’s been pounding at the door.
I let it in, opening myself up to it as I come harder than I ever have before.
Her tight inner walls milk me of everything I have, but still I rut into her like a goddamn animal, unable to stop, unable to get enough.
Her body trembles around mine, clinging to me like I’m her lifeline.
My thrusts grow slower, small aftershocks of pleasure racing through me with every stroke, until breathless, I finally still and let my forehead rest against hers.
“I never want to leave your body.” I cup the back of her head and kiss her again. “I want to stay like this forever, you under me, me inside you, and not an inch of space between us.”
“I had no idea you were such a romantic,” she jokes as she drags her short nails up my spine in a long, teasing scratch that nearly makes my toes curl.
“And you’re the only one who will ever know, krovinka. You get the sweet stuff; everyone else gets the knife.”
“I still find it hard to see you like that, even though I literally saw you like that,” she says with a soft laugh.
“It’s not who I am with you,” I remind her.
Her voice is hesitant when she asks, “Have you always wanted to kill people?”
I sigh and rest on my forearms so I can keep myself inside her. I’m not going soft anytime soon. It makes no difference that I just came. I’m still fully aroused and wanting more, but I also know she has a right to know about me, to know who I really am.
“Yes,” I say, answering her honestly. “There’s always been something off with me. I’ve always known it, and my dad had suspicions but really noticed it when I was a teenager. I kept getting in fights at school, and I was finding it harder and harder to keep myself under control.”
“What did your dad do?”
Wrapping a strand of her hair around my finger, I say, “My dad has always taught me that family comes first, and it’s always to be protected, no matter what, so I never wanted to hurt anyone in my family.
They were off limits in my mind, and I’ll always be grateful that that was the example he chose to give me from such a young age. ”
Before I can say more, I get sidetracked by the shades of red in her hair. “Did you know I cut a lock of your hair while you were sleeping one night?”
“You did not,” she says, looking horrified at the idea.
Winking down at her, I say, “I did, a pretty big one. It took me a while, but I finally figured out how to braid it. I’ve been carrying it around in my pocket ever since.” Giving her hair a soft tug, I say, “I hope our baby has red hair just like yours.”
Her eyes widen at what I’ve said, and when she stumbles over her words, I grin and rescue her by saying, “Don’t worry, Cyn, I came inside you, but your chances of getting pregnant on the first day of your period are slim to none, but I’m not going to lie and say the idea of getting you pregnant doesn’t turn me on. ”
I don’t often feel nervous, but I feel it now when I meet her green eyes and ask, “Would you want to have a baby with me? You can say no. I understand if you’re worried I wouldn’t be a good dad or if you think they’d come out like me.”
She stops my words by pulling me closer and kissing me. “That’s not what I meant. You just surprised me is all. Any baby would be lucky to have a dad like you. You would literally burn down the world to keep them safe. I do want a family one day, but…”
She pauses and my heart nearly beats its way right out of my chest as I wait for her to say something I’m not going to want to hear, but then she blushes and says, “I kind of thought I’d be married before I started having kids.”
Relief floods me, and I quickly say, “Oh, we’re getting married, krovinka. That’s already a done deal.”
“Oh yeah?”
Her smile is too big for her to hide, and I easily return it as I say, “I will be your husband, and you will be my wife. Nothing on earth could stop that from happening.”
Unable to keep still any longer, I rock my hips, groaning at how good she feels.
“Are you ever planning on going soft?”
“Definitely not in the next couple of hours,” I tell her.
“I may not survive that long,” she warns.
I grin and roll us over so she’s on top.
“Fuck me,” I groan when I see the mess I’ve made of her. Blood is smeared along her stomach and chest, and with her hair untamed and free, she looks just as feral as I feel, my own little wild thing who’s willing to get bloody for me while she rides my cock to orgasm.
“If you insist,” she says, giving me a grin while she slowly rocks her hips, testing things and figuring out what she likes.
For reasons I will never understand, she still gets shy about her body, and that’s the last thing I want, so I run my hands up her thighs and grip her hips while I say, “You are so fucking beautiful, Cyn.” I lift her up, groaning when I see the bloody mess we’re making.
“You see your name on my cock?”
She looks down, watching her name slowly disappear inside her while she nods and whispers, “Yes.”
“That means it’s yours, krovinka, and it will never be anyone else’s. Just yours. I will never be inside anyone else, your body is the only one I’ll ever know like this. It’s you or nothing, because I could never want anyone else.”
She moans my name, rocking her hips even harder, grinding against me in a hypnotic rhythm that has me thrusting up to meet her body as it slides back down the length of me.
I lose myself in her, and then I do it again and again and again before finally carrying her exhausted, thoroughly used body to the bathtub.
She’s covered in blood and cum, and although I’d love to keep her like this, I know she’ll sleep better if she’s clean.
While she falls asleep against me, I wash her with a reverence that should probably be reserved for deities, but that’s what she is to me—sacred and perfect and worthy of worship, and so that’s how I treat her, because I don’t know how to treat her any other way.
When I’m done, she wakes up enough to grab one of the pads I bought for her, because no matter how sweetly I ask, she refuses to free-bleed all over the bed and me while we sleep. I do convince her to ditch the shirt and sleep pants, though, so I’m still calling it a win.
Pulling her close, I hold her while she falls asleep, and right before I drift off, I feel Chort hop on the bed and join us. We already feel like a family, and nothing has ever felt so right to me.
The next day, I’m sitting across from Niki, who’s sporting a nice little silver loop in his nose, while the rest of our family gathers into the room with us.
We’re at our Uncle Roman’s penthouse apartment, and when Mia drops into the seat next to me, she looks at Niki, gives a soft laugh and then turns to our dad and uncles.
“So what’s going on?” Mia asks them.
“We thought it would be good to have a meeting with all of us here,” our dad says. “We know you all are handling it, but every once in a while you gotta let us older guys know what’s going on.”
“Older guys?” my Uncle Vitaly says. “I think you mean wiser, incredibly handsome, slightly greying badasses who started this whole family business.” He looks over at us and grins. “I’m pretty sure that’s what he meant.”
My Uncle Matvey says, “It’s really hard to call you a badass when you’re digging into a pink cupcake.”
My Uncle Vitaly raises a brow and takes a big bite of the pink cupcake that’s covered in multicolored sprinkles.
While he chews, he says, “Not true. A real badass doesn’t give a fuck.
It’s a pussy that would be embarrassed to eat a pink cupcake.
Besides, they’re really good, and I brought enough for everyone.
Stop making fun of me, and I might share. ”
“They do look really good,” Luka admits.
Uncle Vitaly winks at him. “You’re a good kid, Luka.” He shoves the box down the table so my cousin can grab one of the cupcakes.
“Okay,” Mia says, jumping in and getting things started.
It doesn’t matter that she’s the newest member or that she’s the only woman who’s ever been admitted into the ranks.
My little sister is fearless, so I’m not at all surprised to see her take the reins.
She flashes Niki another brilliant smile and says, “Thanks to the information I got the other night at the club, we now know that Cupid used to be a student at the university, and not only a student, but a member of Alpha Psi Rho.”
“I would’ve found that out,” Niki says in his own defense. “It’s a little harder to sift through it all on a computer.”
Mia gives him a good-natured smirk. “Don’t pout, Niki. Besides, the nose piercing looks really cool on you. The ladies are going to love it.”