65. Kaz
“Where are you hiding her, Kaz?”Katarina demands, scanning the house in search of my wife.
“You’ve come all this way from New York, and I don’t even get a hug?” I open my arms with an amused smirk as I tease her.
“You’re such a bastard,” she sighs, finally giving in and wrapping her arms around me. “You got married, and I had to find out from Mom? What’s wrong with you? Is she ugly? Did Dedushka force you to marry her?”
“He’s not exactly thrilled about it.” I laugh. “It’s a touchy subject, so please don’t bring it up at dinner. It took me forever to convince him to come in the first place.”
I’ve shielded my sister from this life as much as I could. She’s barely twenty and studying Business and Finance in New York. She’s under the protection of Aleksandrov, the Pakhan there. He was one of the few people my father trusted. I never told him I was there, pretending to be Mattia, but I had to let him know what was happening. He’s not happy about it, but that’s a problem for another day. I could have asked for his help, but I didn’t. I was convinced the plan was safe if no one else knew my intentions.
“We need to talk,” Katarina says, releasing me and narrowing her eyes.
“About what?”
“About what the hell has been going on. Vlad said there’s been some trouble.”
“Vlad?” I frown. “And there’s nothing for you to worry about.”
“I’m not dumb, Kaz. I knew something was going on even without you telling me this. You’ve been unreachable for months. Vanya only said you’re okay. I thought you went back to prison!” She punches me lightly in the chest.
“Well, obviously, I didn’t. And, as you can see, Vanya was right. I’m fine.”
“I hope you treat your wife better than this.”
Right on cue, my wife is making her way down the stairs, confused by the commotion. She signed the papers two months ago. She’s officially mine. She’s still the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, and her body has healed, no bruises in sight. I’ve kept my promise and found her a therapist who speaks English. She still refuses to go; she”s too afraid to be vulnerable, but I trust that she’ll find the strength to talk about what happened to her someday.
I hated routine while I was in prison. It was the death of me. This doesn’t kill me now, though. I’m conducting most of my business from home. Dedushka is still looking for Sevastyan, as are my men, and no one has tried to kill me recently. So life hasn’t been too bad. It turned out that Fiona wasn’t kidnapped; she ran away. I’ve let her be, not overly concerned about her life. Eventually, Benedetti will catch up with her. I want to know her whereabouts if I have any questions, not that she’ll be helpful.
I take a few steps toward the bottom of the stairs, where my wife stands. She’s dyed her hair back to a color close to her natural one, wearing a dark purple dress and flat shoes, her hair cascading down her shoulders. It’s hard to breathe when she’s around.
“Mrs. Mordvinova,” I smirk, watching her cheeks flush. Calling her Mrs. Mordvinova has become a habit I’m not eager to break. She can say whatever she wants, but I know she loves the sound of it.
“Hi,” she stammers, peering over my shoulder. “Are you going to introduce us?”
“My brother lacks manners,” Katarina chimes in, appearing by my side. “I’m Kat. It’s lovely to meet the woman who finally stole my brother’s heart.”
Caelia looks confused, perhaps because Katarina has enveloped her in a hug, because she speaks English, or because I may have forgotten to inform her of Katarina’s arrival today.
“It’s nice to meet you too,” Caelia replies, giving me a curious look over Katarina’s shoulder. I shrug in response. “I wish Kaz had mentioned that you were coming today.”
“Typical,” Katarina remarks, stepping back. “I can’t wait to hear your story.”
“You’ll have all the time in the world, Katarina. I’m sure you’re tired from the journey and must freshen up.”
I also need to speak with Caelia about what that story is. Katarina doesn’t know what I’ve been doing in New York. She doesn’t know she had another brother I killed. She hasn’t missed anything, but she might still hate me for it.
“Take it easy, brother. I’m not trying to steal your wife away,” she winks at Caelia.
“You can try, but you won’t get far.”
Caelia scoffs. “Are you hungry, Kat? Do you need help with your luggage?”
“No, don’t worry. Kaz will have someone bring it to my room. I’ll go take a shower and then come back.”
“Let me know if you need anything.”
“I will, thank you.”
Caelia waits until Katarina turns at the top of the stairs before she speaks.
“What the hell, Kaz? You have family visiting and didn’t think it was worth mentioning?”
“I had other things on my mind,” I say, turning around and wrapping an arm around her.
“Yeah? Like what?” she prods. I cup the back of her neck, my lips finding hers.
“Like how good it feels to be buried inside my wife’s tight pussy,” I whisper against her lips.
She bites my bottom lip like the tease she is. Caelia knows by now that it doesn’t take much for me to bend her over any surface in this house and fuck her. I wanted to give her time, but she copes with trauma in her own way, and her way involves sex with me. I’m not complaining. I wish she would talk more about it.
“What else?” she challenges.
“How addicted I am to the sound of her moaning my name, begging me to make her come.”
I inhale her moans, slowly guiding her through the nearest door. I push her inside the room, using my foot to close the door behind us. I spin her around, trapping her between my body and the door.
“Kaz—”
“Close, but not quite.” I grin, slipping my hand between her thighs.
I caress her soft skin, knowing the anticipation will only make her pussy drip by the time I get to it. And I love to make my wife a panting, needy mess. Gripping her chin, I lower her bottom lip, slipping my thumb into her mouth. Without hesitation, she sucks on it. My cock stirs in my slacks. Leaning in for a kiss, I part her legs with my knee. Caelia slips her hands under my jacket, pushing it off my shoulders.
“Your sister is here,” she reminds me.
“And Dedushka will arrive soon,” I murmur, too lost in her to care.
“We shouldn’t.”
“We definitely shouldn’t.” I cup her pussy through the silky fabric of her underwear. Caelia unbuttons my shirt, forgetting the jacket hanging low on my elbows. Her eyes darken with desire, and she blinks slowly, a smile playing on her lips that tells me she has no intention of stopping. She takes her time, running her hands up and down my chest and kissing my skin. There are only four months left, and it’s not nearly enough. I want to spend the rest of my life with her. I’m utterly fucked, epically so.
“Tell me what you want, Mrs. Mordvinova.”
My thumb rubs her clit, and her head falls back. I can barely place my hand on the back of her head before it hits the door. She looks up at me and unbuttons my slacks.
“I want to fall on my knees and suck my husband’s cock,” she breathes in sharply, “and then I want him to fuck me against the door.”
“You’re going to be the death of me.”
Literally. She lowers my slacks and boxers enough to free my cock, and she makes good on her promise. She goes on her knees, wrapping her hand around it, looking up at me as she circles the crown with her tongue. I hiss, flattening my palms on the door and leaning forward.
“Oh, fuck!”
There will not be a single day when I won’t be affected by this woman. She licks me up and down, cupping my balls as she sucks on the tip. My jaw tenses and all the air leaves my lungs. I’m struck by the most weird thing of them all.
“Fuck! I didn’t buy you a ring.”
Instead of replying, Caelia sucks my dick until it hits the back of her throat. My eyes lock with hers, and I watch them get watery, those pretty lips wrapped around my cock being the most sacred picture I’ve ever seen.
“I must be doing something wrong,” she says as she steps back.
“What?”
I can’t focus when her hand stokes me up and down.
“I’m literally on my knees, your dick in my mouth, and you’re talking about rings.” She smirks.
I laugh, but it’s cut short when she sucks again. I decide there’ll be enough time to discuss how stupid I’ve been. I didn’t think of buying her an engagement or a wedding ring, and I needed to fix it sooner rather than later. I place my hand at the back of her head, wrapping the other around her neck as I thrust inside her mouth until it gets messy. Saliva drips down her chin, and she struggles to breathe. Taking a step back, I lift her by the neck, kissing her before I spin her around, pushing her against the door.
“You’re not doing anything wrong, baby,” I say as I pull down her panties. “I was thinking of other ways to mark you as mine.”
“I am yours.”
In moments like this, she is. I thrust inside her with no warning. Caelia places her palms against the door, her legs faltering. With my hand wrapped around her neck, I pull her body closer to mine. She closes her eyes, abandoning herself in my arms.
“Say that again,” I demand. “Look at me.”
She turns her head, opening her eyes. “I am yours.”
Fuck, she’ll be my undoing. I’m ready to come, and we haven’t even started yet. I didn’t lie to her. I’ll give everything I have to make this marriage work. I’ll do whatever it takes to remind her of the feelings she had before she stabbed me. I’ll make sure she won’t be able to run away from those emotions and won’t be able to extinguish them.
I’ll give everything to make her stay.
I’ll do anything for her.