Chapter 23
CHAPTER
TWENTY-THREE
DANIIL
It’s a three-hour trek between Brooklyn and my family’s estate in East Hampton, but I choose to drive it rather than take the chopper.
I’m craving time alone with Bianca. Just us, no distractions—unless you count Eris softly snoring on her lap.
But for once, that crazy dog is still, and the only sound in the car is Morcheeba on my stereo system and the dog’s sleep sounds.
Beside me, Bianca’s wearing a short leather jacket over an elegant wrap dress and naughty wedge heels that do fantastic things to her thick legs. I am a sucker for killer curves, and she has those in spades.
When she notices my roving eye, she attempts, rather uselessly, to pull her dress down over her legs. “Shouldn’t your eyes be on the road?” she snaps playfully.
“Don’t worry, I’ve driven these roads a million times. And those legs are mighty distracting. Although I’d have a better view if that furball wasn’t spread out all over your lap.”
“Don’t talk about Eris that way,” she jokes, covering the dog’s ears. “She’ll get offended.”
“That dog has the best life of any animal I’ve ever known. And thank fuck for allergy meds or else she would have been loaded into Mikhail’s SUV.”
I glance up in the rearview mirror to get a view of Mikhail behind us, transporting not only our clothes and personal effects, but a boatload of dog stuff too.
When I first told Bianca that I wanted to move us to the Kozlov estate, I expected her to fight me on it, but she didn’t.
Maybe because our family’s property offers more space to move around or because Georgia lives there and Kira is a regular visitor, but she was open to the idea.
She had a fuckload of questions I did my best to answer without revealing the truth.
Which is I’m ready to provoke her ex into revealing his true colors.
I’m protecting what’s mine at all costs. Bianca doesn’t need to know the shit that Jorge is pulling. He’d done enough damage to her psyche during the time they were together; he’s now my problem.
So I’d told Bianca a half truth: Living at the estate is safer, at least for now, while we grow our casino business.
It’s a move which is sure to piss off more than a few organized crime families, so she accepted my reasoning and hasn’t asked about the night at the club again, which is a relief.
I don’t want to lie, I just don’t want to worry her.
An hour later, we pull up to the grand mansion my family calls home.
I softly shake Bianca awake. Like Eris, the winding roads lulled her to sleep.
Her gorgeous deep-brown eyes open, taking me in.
For a moment, she looks at me unguarded, affection and warmth evident in her gaze.
I don’t get to see this side of Bianca often.
The energy has changed between us. The sex has definitely played a part. Our physical attraction is sizzling. And even though work and the situation with Jorge takes up most of my waking hours, I also make an effort to spend more time with her now.
I lean in and kiss her lips softly. She opens her mouth and I suck her tongue, hungry for her, as I always am. “We’re here,” I whisper.
Leading her into the foyer, Bianca looks around in wonder with Eris trailing behind, probably wondering what corner she should piss in. She’s still the worst-behaved dog on the planet, but I have a soft spot for the hyperactive torpedo.
“You weren’t kidding about this place being a fortress. You grew up here?”
“Not exactly.” I chuckle. “We grew up in Brighton Beach, but my father moved us here when we were young. Once he established the Kozlov Bratva, he needed a well-guarded estate. Lots of good that did,” I mumble, the words falling out of my mouth. “Our enemies still found a way to get to us.”
Her warm hand lands on my back, and she presses herself into my side.
I don’t need to say anymore because Bianca understands the world I was born into.
It’s late and we’re both tired, but I show Bianca the basics—library, kitchen, dining area, the pool we keep heated to bath-like temperatures until the first snowfall just in case she wants to take a dip tomorrow.
She settles herself on one of the pool loungers, gazing up at the brilliant stars in the sky. In the city, the stars are muted and seem so far away, but out here, it’s as if they burn more brightly.
“Amazing, huh?” I ask, enjoying her look of wonder.
She smiles. “Are Georgia and Kira around?” she asks.
“They’re dealing with business out of town, everyone will be back tomorrow.”
She nods in response and stares out at the pool before a naughty smile overtakes her face. “I think I’ll go for a dip.”
I focus on the crazy sexy woman standing before me, leisurely stripping off her dress to reveal a tiny black lace thong and bra.
“Holy shit,” I breathe. “Are you stripping for me, printsessa?”
“No,” she answers. But a flutter of her eyelashes communicate something entirely different.
My blood goes hot, desire for her flaring in my chest. “Mm, I like that.”
Her head tilting to the side, chestnut curls falling over her shoulder, she purrs, “Are you going to join me?”
I sit up straight, my hard cock suddenly throbbing in my pants. She has my full attention now, and she knows it. “No,” I rasp. “I want to watch you. Take the rest off for me, printsessa. Go slow.”
Her eyes flash with heat, as she reaches around to unhook her bra. Her ample breasts slowly fall out, bouncing as they are released, and my mouth waters. I can’t wait to suck on her nipples properly.
“Now the thong,” I command.
She swallows and looks nervous for a moment, scanning to see if any staff is milling about. “Don’t worry. They know to give me privacy. Especially when I’m with my hot-as-sin young wife.”
A soft moan escapes her lips. She likes when I talk dirty to her.
“Panties off now,” I remind her harshly. She complies. Peeling the scrap of lace over her hips and down her golden thighs until she steps out with one foot, then the other. “Good girl,” I praise. “Now stuff it in your mouth.”
Her eyes nearly bulge out of the sockets, but she doesn’t refuse me.
Because she likes this kind of play. I sense it in the taut lines of her body, in the way her eyes light up at my commands.
She opens her mouth wide and as instructed, wraps her lips around the small piece of fabric.
The sight is so erotic I need to adjust myself in my pants.
“Turn around and bend over for me. I want to see the goods I was forced to purchase.”
She hesitates for a moment, and that won’t do at all. I tsk and shake my finger at her. Then I’m on my feet, stalking towards her. “You need to listen to my commands,” I breathe, “or else you get punished.”
She moves now, turning around and touching her toes. Her hair grazes the ground while she lets me glimpse her most intimate parts.
“Better,” I say. “But you still earned this.” I smack her pussy, the punishment coming out of nowhere.
She’s not prepared for it, and her body nearly buckles, but I catch her with one hand around her waist. “Should have listened the first time.” One more smack to her clit, but she braces herself this time, and stays in place, waiting for further instruction.
As a prize, two of my fingers slide into her already soaking cunt, and she releases a needy mewl that is music to my ears.
Our appetites line up perfectly. She’s so wet, her juices slide all the way down my hand, igniting a shot of lust through my veins.
“Hold still,” I warn before corkscrewing my fingers inside of her.
This time, she obeys without question, and I drop to my knees.
Gripping her ass cheeks, one in each hand, I spread her wide to feast on.
I press my face into her soaked pussy, my fingers circling her clit while I bury my tongue in her slit.
I don’t go easy on her, easy is not what she really wants.
I can tell my printsessa wants me to be rough with her.
“Take your panties out of your mouth. I want to hear my name on your lips,” I command.
She does as I ask, a gasp escaping her mouth as I continue to lap at her without restraint. My tongue is buried inside of her as spasms rock her body, and she squirms against my face. I deliver a stinging slap to her backside. “Hold still,” I remind her.
Her knees buckle, but I force her back into position.
She’ll stay like this until she comes. Kneading the flesh of her ass, she opens her legs a little wider for me so I can continue playing with her.
My teeth gently pierce the most delicate part of her flesh, and she reflexively cries out—in one breath begging me to stop, the next coaxing me to continue.
I’m driving her wild, and it’s fucking hot watching her surrender to me.
“You are going to come on my face,” I demand. “And you’re going to love it.”
“No. Not like this,” she sobs.
“Yes, like this.” There’s no compassion in my tone as I lean forward to suck her clit between my teeth, taking her to the edge of pain, and then easing off.
She gasps as I feed her two of my fingers, twisting them in and out, causing her breath to shallow and her limbs to tremble. I love watching her surrender. Every inch of her body is on fire as I work her bundle of nerves, her slickness dripping down my arm.
I go all the way now, my fingers and tongue wringing every ounce of pleasure from her sweet pussy until the surge of bliss crashes over her like a powerful wave. “Fuck, yes,” she cries out, before lowering to her hands and knees, unable to remain standing any longer.
Now she’s truly mine. Broken, exhausted, spent.
“Remember this,” I tell her, leaning down into her ear. “You’re my printsessa in public, my whore in private, and my good girl always.”
She sighs hard, reminding me there’s still so much I want to do to her.
BIANCA