Chapter 27
Nikolai
A spen’s sexy ass is propped up as I grip her hair with one hand and pin her hands behind her back with the other.
I drill into her hard and fast as she’s bent over the sectional couch she bought weeks ago.
Seeing her juices drenching the cushion, I feel myself hardening even more as her ass claps back on my thighs.
When her pussy tightens around me, milking me, I have no choice but to cum deep inside her. Catching my breath, I slide out of her, spreading her ass cheeks apart.
“Wider, Aspen. I want to see my cum dripping from this pretty pussy. Show me how well fucked you are.”
I lick my lips while watching my milky white seed spill from her. Using two fingers to push it back in, I lean over her.
“You ruined this fucking expensive couch,” I say against her doubled-pierced ears. “You’ll remember me pounding into you every time you sit here and watch your fucking drama shows, Malyshka.”
“Niko.”
I love how she says my name all hoarse, breathy and pleadingly, it makes my dick swell harder. I slide myself back into her.
“It’s too muc—”
I yank her hair, forcing her head back until her lustful and exhausted eyes lock onto mine.
“Too much?” I rasp against her throat, licking her, tasting more of her.
“No, Malyshka, your pussy is still clenching me.” I run my finger across her clit.
“She’s dying for more. Your body is honest even when your mouth tells lies. ”
We kiss. It’s all tongue and teeth, it’s filthy, it’s desperate. She bites my lip, hard, it draws blood and I groan into her mouth. There she is. Even exhausted with sweat coating every inch of her, throat dry and voice hoarse, she still fights back.
“You know how many times I’ve been inside you these past three days?”
I flip her around, her chest against mine. Only skin, the scent of vanilla, jasmine and sex between us. I lick across her lips, they’re drying out.
“Thirty. Thirty fucking times and I still can’t get enough. Every time I have to pull out, I can’t wait to be back inside of you.”
I’ve spent three days imprinting myself on her, embedding myself deep in her skin, fucking her senseless. She’s only been allowed two hours max to rest before I’m ramming myself into my new fucking home.
“I’m tired,” she says, her eyes fluttering closed as she leans forward against my chest.
Sliding out of her, I wrap her legs around my waist, and she wraps her arms around my neck. I line myself back to her entrance, stretching her once more.
“Liar. You’re addicted to this as much as me.” Thrust. “You love it when I fill you up like this. Hm?” Thrust. “Making you scream.”
Carrying her to the kitchen, I don’t pause or slow down when bouncing her on my dick.
I place her back against the fridge, the heat from her back fogging the stainless-steel refrigerator.
The doors rattle with each thrust. The wet noises and her screams fill the kitchen, like the sweetest melodies to my ear s
“I can’t Niko, please.” Her voice is dry, raspy. I bite down on her neck, at the pulse point.
“Please what?” Thrust. “Stop?” I shake my head. “You feel that?” I grind against her clit, she lets out a guttural moan. “I’m so deep, you won’t be able to breathe without me after this.”
I open one of the doors, grabbing a bottled water inside. I take a sip then crash my lips on hers, forcing her to swallow. She accepts it greedily, some of it spills and I lick every drop from her neck to her breast.
“That’s it. I need you hydrated to flood these floors with your cum.”
Before she’s done with her last drop, I slam into her against the fridge, she shatters immediately. Her hot release drips down my thighs, making a mess of me.
“Aspen—fuck. Good girl. Soak me. Claim me as thoroughly as I claimed you.”
I’ll never get enough of this. Absolutely ruining her, breaking every wall she’s created against me.
“Listen very closely. You hear how wet you are for me. You feel how much your pussy is squeezing me, begging me to go harder, to come inside you?”
One more thrust, chanting her name, praises spilling from my lips. Biting down on her shoulder I come, my dick pulses deep inside her with each hot spurt of my cum. I keep thrusting, forcing my cum deeper, making it stay right where it fucking belongs.
“Take every last drop,” I growl against her dampened skin. Sucking her tongue into mine, I’m beyond starving for her, consumed by her.
I relish the moment.
After catching my breath, I walk us out of the kitchen, passing the eight-person dinner table Aspen bought to warm up the space. Her head is in the crook of my neck, her arms loosely around my neck, me still inside her as we move down the hall. With each step, I shift inside her and she whimpers.
“Niko,” she mumbles against my neck. “You’re still hard.”
“I’m a vampire. With my stamina, I can go for days nonstop.” She groans her grievance, I kiss the top of her head. “And I’m always hard for you. You’ve ruined me, Malyshka.”
We pass the varied artwork she hung on the walls. She made this place our home, a nest. Her work on furnishing this penthouse is evidence she’s claiming that we’re a family. That she’s taking ownership of this house, of me.
Even if her words never say it.
That’s why every piece of furniture she chose, I’ve fucked her on. The couch with her bent over. Her across the coffee table with me devouring her clit. Her pressed against the expensive artwork as her nails scraped the wall.
She claimed every space as ours. And I’ve claimed her in every inch of it.
Walking us into the shower, I turn on the dial to warm. The overhead spray soaks us as I reluctantly place her on the seat, grabbing her body wash. She has a variety of scents, but I choose my favorite and grab her exfoliating net.
My shadows wash me as I wash her. I kneel down, my face between her brown creamy luscious thighs. I should bite them and savor the taste. When I get to her pussy, I can see how pink and swollen she is. My cum leaks out of her and I fight the urge to push two fingers into her.
No, Niko. She’s sore, we need to ease the ache, not create more soreness.
Every inch of her is covered in bite marks and bruises. “Look at you.” I lick my lips, fighting my hunger, my need to have her again. “Ruined and beautiful and mine.”
Even though my dick throbs at the sight of her, I wash her gently.
My fangs elongate, my venom releases and pulls to the tip of my tongue. I slide it inside her, letting my venom work. She tastes like us. Sweetness mixed with salt and damnation. She moans and it takes great restraint to not devour her whole again.
“Please. No more, Niko.” She arches despite her exhaustion.
“I’m healing you, baby. I’m not taking you again.” I’m tempted but I know I pushed her past her limits. “But if you don’t stop rolling your hips, I may just have to.”
When I notice the swelling going down, I finish cleaning her. After I’m done, I dry both of us and carry my wife to bed.
In bed, I arrange her how I want her. Her chest to mine, my arm under her head, her leg thrown over my hip, my dick nestled between us.
“Malyshka.”
“Mm?” she asks sleepily.
“What’s does the brand on your hip mean?”
“Water.” She responds with her eyes closed.
“Water?”
“Every child born of water has it. It’s how the water claims you as its own.”
I let her words linger between us too long because I hear her light snores.
“I love you, Malyshka,” I whisper, placing a kiss behind her ear. Her wet coily hair tickles my nose .
“Mmm, I love you too, Niko,” she mumbles, smacking her lips, already half asleep.
“That’s not fair.” I kiss her lips then kiss the tip of her nose. “Your first time saying it, can’t be when you’re asleep. I want to hear it when you’re awake, when you can mean it and prove it to me with your whole body.”
“I did prove it,” she slurs. “Thirty times.”
I laugh, smiling against her lips. “Thirty-one tomorrow.”
She’s already asleep.
***
The spoon clinks inside the mug as I stir Aspen’s coffee.
She comes down the hall in nothing but my t-shirt and my dick springs to life.
Her thick, black, coily hair flows slightly past her shoulders.
All the sweating and countless showers have shrunk her hair from the club’s opening night several days back.
She winces when she sits in the bar stool at the kitchen island. I may have taken her for the thirty-first time this morning. It’s her fault. She seduces me just by breathing.
I push her mug in front of her, she takes a long sip. “Mmm, thank you.”
I lean forward on the island. “You could show your appreciation by wrapping your sexy as sin lips around my dick.”
“Nikolai,” she chides.
The first time she wrapped her perfectly pink lips around my dick, I came instantly, embarrassing myself.
“Then don’t send me mixed signals. Your lips on the rim of your cup, moaning? Coffee isn’t going to be the only thing brewed this morning.”
A short laugh escapes her lips. “It’s too good.”
My lips turn up. “I’m better.”
She wraps both hands around the mug. “Niko, we need to talk about something.”
My head shifts slightly. “About?”
“I’ve been thinking. You know how you were telling me how Isaak Jaroslav is the Bratva member with the relationship with the Yakuzas?”
I nod.
I told her this after the car explosion incident when I was driving us to the penthouse. That night we said we would start being honest with each other, so I answered all of her questions.
All forty-eight of them.
“What if a Jaroslav was involved in our assassination attempt?”
I fold my arms across my chest. “I already told you my uncle verified he wasn’t behind it.”
“Not that Jaroslav.” She bites her lower lip, choosing her next words wisely. “Quinn.”
I slant my eyes. “Do you understand what you’re implying?”
“Look at the facts. She’s always been aggressive towards me from the beginning. Why wouldn’t she try to eliminate her number one threat? Me.”
“Even if that’s true, that car explosion could have killed me too.”
She waves her hand, dismissively. “That’s an act of, if I can’t have him no one will, move. ”
“Do you hear how you sound?” I drag a hand down my face, thrown off by where her mind went. “Are you still pissed about the club? I thought I’ve done a hell of a job of squashing your insecurities.”
“Insecurities? Fuck you, Nikolai.” She pushes back her bar stool then tosses her cup in the sink. “Protecting your fucking escort again, I see.”
I toss my hands up. I can’t fucking win.
The only woman warming my bed, the only woman I’ve touched, the only woman that’s etched into my fucking soul is standing in front of me, accusing me of wanting someone else.
Why the fuck is she making Quinn a main character in our lives?
“Where’s your proof then? I can’t go off just your word or a feeling. ”
“You can, you just refuse to.” She marches out of the kitchen, I’m right on her heels.
“I can’t accuse one of the six Bratva’s families without evidence.” I slap my hands together, walking behind her. “I need hardcore facts.”
She whips around, facing me head on. “Well, here’s a little fact for you.
I won’t sit around while your girlfriend plots my demise while my husband defends her every move.
And here’s another little thought you might want to marinate on.
How could the woman your wife called a best friend, jump on your dick before her body is cold in the ground?
What lengths would she go to have you? Wouldn’t she want her out the picture just like she wants me out the picture now? ”
I stumble back.
What the fuck did she just say?
“Think about that, Nikolai!” Her voice booms in the hallway.
“Oh, and ponder on your good ole cousin too because he is fucking shady as hell.” She steps into my space, anger radiating off her in fast waves.
“Why would he gloat about another woman all over you to your wife? Why would he disrespect you ? The Bratva’s heir?
The next Pakhan? And risk your ascension by killing me?
You need a wife, do you not? To ascend, right? ”
“Watch your next words.” I didn’t mean for my words to be laced with menace.
Her eyes balloon and then slant to thin slits. “Fuck you, Nikolai.” She goes into our room and slams the door in my face.
The first fissure cracks in the cocoon we’ve made in the last four days. I reach for the knob but decide we both need to cool off. We both need to digest what the other said.
Sergei showed disrespect, yes. But I handled that in the club. I doubt he’ll act out of line again anytime soon.
And risk your ascension by killing me? What the fuck she meant by that. I’ve talked to Sergei and other than the apology for upsetting Aspen and apologizing on behalf of Quinn’s behavior. Nothing else seemed out of the ordinary.
Did Quinn always have a crush on me, been ambitious and forward with what she wanted from me? Yes. But it took me years before I let her warm my bed after Helana’s death. They were best friends and yes, it was fucked up to fuck Quinn, but she would never hurt Helana.
I run my hand over my face in frustration.
I pad down to my office, closing the door behind me. I take my phone out of my pocket as I make my way to my desk and call my father. The phone rings twice before he answers.
“Niko, it’s been days since I’ve—”
“Have Igor look into Quinn,” I say, cutting him off.
He clears his throat. “Why?"
“Aspen thinks she—”
“Done."
The line goes dead.
Fuck.