8. Sasha #2
She tilts her hair back, rinsing the shampoo from it, oblivious to the fact that I’m watching her.
The water makes her hair darker, a blood-red color that sends an ache through me at just the sight of it.
Water runs down her body, and I soak up every detail as I rake my eyes over her.
She used to be insecure about her body—a thing I could never understand since I loved it so much.
Still do. Every time I see her, I want to be inside her. And now is no different.
Stepping into the walk-in shower, I grin when she opens her eyes and lets out a startled yelp at seeing me.
“Don’t worry, krovinka,” I tell her. “The girls are happy, and they’ll be fine for a few minutes.”
She grins up at me as I stalk closer. “A few minutes?”
Stopping with just a few inches between us, I run my hands up her slick body before filling them with her tits.
She reaches down, sliding her fingers along the thick shaft that’s pressed flush against her stomach.
The sensation pulls a groan from me before I dip my head and take her mouth with mine.
We’ve perfected the art of the quickie. We learned early on that if we didn’t, we’d never be having sex again, and that was never going to be an option for us.
I need this woman like I need my next breath, and if that means it has to be fast sometimes, then it’s going to be fast, but I’m going to make damn sure it leaves her satisfied.
Lifting her up, I press her against the tiled wall while the hot water cascades down both of us.
Her hands reach up, tangling in my hair and pulling me closer while every part of her body begs for every part of mine.
Grabbing her ass, I put her where I need her, and as soon as I feel the heat of her pussy start to envelop me, I let out a ragged breath and slam into her.
Her fingers tighten in my hair as I swallow her muffled gasp at taking me all at once.
I don’t let up. Her nipples drag along my chest while I fuck her hard enough to make sure she’ll be feeling me all day.
She sucks my tongue into her mouth while her nails dig into my scalp.
Her hips rock while she moans for more. I give her everything I have until I feel her tense as ecstasy floods her body.
Even after all this time, hearing Cyn come is still my greatest pleasure in life.
The sounds of her orgasm and the way her pussy pulses around me is all it takes for me to join her.
I lose myself in my wife, savoring the few precious minutes we have, and when she softens in my arms and lets out a soft laugh, I smile and kiss her again.
“You give the best good mornings,” she says, sprinkling a bunch of kisses all over my face.
I laugh and slowly slide her off me before setting her back down. Smacking her ass, I say, “It’s easy when you look like this. You know I can’t keep my hands off you.”
She gives me her sweet smile and leans in to plant a kiss on my chest. “How are the girls?”
“There was a slight hiccup,” I tell her, “but I took care of it.” When she raises a worried brow at me, I say, “Reese is only going to decapitate the dolls the others don’t want from now on.”
Cyn laughs and pats my chest, right over the spot she’d just kissed. “Those are your genes at work,” she says.
“I’m sorry,” I tell her, not sure what else to say.
“Don’t you dare say that. You’re perfect, and she’s perfect. I wouldn’t change a single thing about either of you.”
I know she means it, and that’s why I cup her face and kiss her, because she’s the sweetest person I’ve ever met, and I’d be nothing without her.
Her sweetness will always outweigh the fucked-up parts of me, and that’s why I’m not worried about Reese.
She might take after me, but she also has her mom in her, and that’s the part that made our little girl feel bad and apologize to Riley.
She might have some urges that we’ll figure out how to deal with, but she’ll never be dead inside.
She loves her family, and we love her. I know we’ll be able to figure things out together.
Cyn kisses me back and then laughs when she feels me grow hard again. “Don’t even think about it,” she says, grabbing two towels for us. “We don’t have time, and you know the girls are going to come looking for us if we don’t get downstairs.”
Before I can wrap the towel around my waist, she grabs my dick, leans down and kisses all three letters of her name. I groan at the feel of her mouth on me, and when she pulls back with a grin, I wrap my hand around her neck and bring her closer.
“That was cruel,” I tell her.
She smirks, the sight of it doing nothing to calm my dick down, and says, “Don’t worry. I’ll finish what I started later. I just wanted you to have something to think about today.”
“I’ll definitely be thinking about it.” I kiss her again, giving her neck a hard enough squeeze to make her give one of those sweet moans again before I let her go so we can both get dressed.
I’m just thinking about how the morning can’t get any more perfect when my phone buzzes. I grab it, and when I read the text from Niki, I feel my world start to crumble, threatening to fall off its axis.
NIKI:
The cops are on their way. Don’t try and fight them.
I swear to you we’ll get you out of this.
Don’t kill anyone. It will only make it harder for us to get to you.
I’m calling Ev now. Your dad is on his way to get Cindy and the kids.
As soon as you read this, I’m scrubbing your phone. I’m sorry, Sasha.
“Fuck,” I say, tossing my phone aside because I’ll no longer need it. Niki will scrub all traces of the Bratva from it, but my real fear is staring me right in the face, looking scared to death.
“What’s wrong?” She reaches for me, clutching at the shirt I’ve just put on.
“The cops are coming,” I say, and she immediately grips me tighter, looking panicked and scared, and I can’t do a goddamn thing to fix it.
“I swear to you it’s going to be fine, but I have to go.
I can’t let them arrest me inside. The girls can’t see that.
Tell them I’ll be back as soon as I can and that I love them. ”
She starts to argue, but there’s no time, so I pull her closer and kiss her, refusing to let myself think this might be the last time I feel her lips against mine.
“I love you, krovinka. My dad is coming to get you. He’ll make sure you’re safe. It’s going to be okay,” I promise, hoping like hell it’s true.
“I love you, too,” she says, already crying, and the terrified look on her face is one that will haunt me.
I hate that I can’t comfort her, but I can already hear the faint sound of sirens.
I look around the room, knowing they’ll have a search warrant.
The only weapons I have are ones that are legally registered to me, and a few knives that might look deadly and really serve no purpose other than to kill, but they’re legal and they won’t find any evidence on them since I’m meticulous with my weapons and clean them thoroughly after I use them.
I give her one last quick kiss before racing down the stairs.
Shoving my boots on, I open the door and step out right as the first cop turns the corner.
Knowing they’ll use any excuse to shoot me, I head towards them with my hands in the air and a cocky grin on my face, because fuck them.
Fuck them for daring to come to my home and scaring the hell out of my wife and kids with their loud goddamn sirens and their extreme bravado.
The first car skids to a halt when I’m in full view. Doors open, officers get out, and soon there are several guns pointed right at me.
“Get on the fucking ground!”
The command comes from one of the cops closest to me, and when I hesitate, he yells, “I will shoot you if I have to, Sasha.”
“For what, walking out here on my own with my hands in the air?” I ask him. “I’m kind of doing your fucking job right now. You know that, right?”
He ignores me and keeps his gun trained on my chest while he says, “Cuff him,” to the guy next to him.
The other officer takes a few hesitant steps towards me, and when I see the metal cuffs, the smirk disappears and the dead stare that I’ve spent my life hiding takes its place.
The officer stops when he sees it. Most people do.
I might be sane around my family, but I feel nothing for everyone else.
I could kill this man and not only would it not bother me in the least, I would derive a great deal of pleasure from it.
I let him see that as he takes another step closer.
“Cuff the bastard,” the cop behind him yells again.
I look down at his name tag. “Officer Jones, you sure you want to do this?” I ask him.
His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows, but he knows every other cop here is watching him, so he finds his balls and reaches for his cuffs.
“Get on the ground,” he tells me.
“Can’t you just cuff me where I’m at?”
His eyes dart over my body, probably thinking of all the places I could be hiding weapons before he shakes his head. “I need you on the ground, sir.”
I cock my head slightly at the sir and decide to not put him on my kill list. Falling to my knees, I get into a prone position and put my hands behind my back, hoping like hell Cyn and the girls aren’t looking out the window. I don’t want them to see this.
Officer Jones quickly cuffs my wrists, keeping it tight enough so I can’t get loose but not so tight it hurts, and then pats me down.
I didn’t come out here with weapons, so when he doesn’t find anything, I can sense everyone start to relax.
Feeling better now that they have me cuffed and defenseless, the others walk over.
Soon there’s a line of black boots circled around me.
“The notorious Sasha Melnikov,” a voice above me says. The man laughs, and I quickly decide he is most definitely on my kill list. “Doesn’t look so tough from where I’m standing.”