Chapter Seventeen
Roman…
"Do what you love and you'll never work a day in your life."
It's the dry tone of my cousin Nikandr. He's tall and blonde, like his father Yuri, but he has his mother Tania's sharp sense of humor.
He's leaning against the doorway by the "work table" we keep in this cement room. It's soundproofed, built under one of our less busy warehouses.
"I do take pride in my craft," I say, walking away from the ragged, bloody lump hanging from a hook. "You look too clean to be here. Aren't you worried you're going to get intestines all over those Gucci loafers?"
"They're Ferragamo's," he says, "but you're mistaking me with my more uptight twin. Andrey would sue a member of his own family for emotional distress if his shoes were tainted."
"Yeah, that's definitely Andrey. Does your brother ever dress down, say, for Casual Friday, or when he doesn't have a day in court?" I ask.
"Every day is a court day for Andrey and you know it," he says. "You think being head legal counsel for the Morozov Bratva ever gives him free time? Half the time he spends in front of judges is intervening on your behalf."
"I'll send him a fruit basket," I say, turning on the faucet.
Straightening up, Nikandr's head brushes the top of the doorway, the giant bastard, as he strolls over, eyeing what's left of my captive. "What do you know, dvoyurodnyy brat?"
"It was Morales," I say, washing my hands.
"No surprise there," he agrees.
"This fuck was specifically ordered to wait until Violet was with me." I scrub my knuckles until they're red. "They've been watching the house."
Nikandr whistles. "Shit. A breach in security and an unhealthy interest in your girlfriend."
"Word spreads fast," I say grimly, drying my hands. "There's a twist." Picking up a crowbar, I stroll over to Morales' man and slam it across his legs. Nikandr winces as the crack of the man's femur is clear.
Yanking his head up and getting my hands all bloody again, I spit in his face. "You were ordered to take Violet, not kill her. Why?"
"I doan' know…" he slurs. His speech is a little mushy because most of his teeth are gone. "Jus… get 'er."
Nikandr is already taking off his suit jacket and rolling up the sleeves of his dress shirt. "Want me to take a crack at him?"
Eyeing our guest, I flip the crowbar, blood drops flying. A few hit my cousin's shirt, but he ignores them. "Knock yourself out."
Late that night…
Watching Violet sleep is endlessly satisfying.
She's on her back again, sprawled across her bed.
My hands tighten on the arms of my chair.
It would be so easy… Pull her tiny pair of sleep shorts down, run my tongue along her slit, suck her clit through her panties.
Arousing her, making her need me before she wakes up.
Violet breathes in deeply, her spectacular breasts rising, letting it out in a long sigh.
Just a taste.
Her blankets are kicked off, the smooth skin of her thighs bare.
Sliding between her legs, I pull down her shorts, and lower my head to her cotton covered pussy.
Good girl undies, white with blue flowers.
I blow lightly on her heated center and her hips shift restlessly.
I've been inside her, hotter than a furnace, searing my cock in a way I'd never felt.
Breathing her in, her spark of citrus, the warm scent of her pussy makes my cock instantly hard.
I smell like smoke, with an acid underbite of chemicals from the C4.
Instead of showering, I came straight from the car to Violet's room when I got home, drawn here to be certain she was safe.
Seeing her though, soft, and sweet, is ramping me up again, feeling as wild and unhinged as I did when I detonated that store.
Violet bolts upright in bed, looking around frantically before her gaze settles on me, still sprawled between her legs. "What are you doing here?" she gasps.
Sitting up reluctantly, I admit. "Watching you."
"You were watching me with your face right next to my lady garden?"
"Yes," I agree. "What better way to make sure you're safe?"
Her immediate shock is gone, and she puts a pillow behind her back, sitting up against the headboard and pointedly pulling the sheet up over her legs. "You smell funny," she says. Her nose wrinkles, slightly. "Like a bonfire, or a meth house.
"How do you know what a meth house smells like?" Der'mo, she's distracting me.
"You do remember where I work?" she says. "I went with two of the employees from the Women and Children's Center to pull four kids out of a meth house last year." She shudders. "It's a smell you'll never forget."
"In this case, the smoke must be confusing your sense of smell because no, I was not at a meth house."
Her eyes sharpen and she gets the same expression I've seen her use on her sisters when they're attempting to look innocent. "You've got a burn on your shirt." She nods at my sleeve.
"Oh, so I do." I pull my shirt off, and her eyes instantly settle on my chest. "I extracted some needed information, and I punished the party responsible for our fender bender today."
Violet's brows rise so high they disappear under her hair. "Is that what we're calling it now?"
I chuckle, settling myself more comfortably, drawing my knee up and resting my arm on it.
"What did you do to punish them?" she says, bracing herself against the headboard as if she's not sure if she wants to know.
"I blew up one of their jewelry stores. It was a complete loss," I say. "I'm very good with explosives."
"It's nice to have skills." Her voice is a little high, but she's rolling with it, which I respect. I laugh because this shit is too good. "Do you want to know the best part?"
"I think so?"
"I had our best hacker go into their insurance policy for the store and cancel it, backdating it to six weeks ago. So not only is his fifty million jewelry store and inventory completely destroyed, insurance isn't covering anything."
Reluctantly, she begins to giggle and dissolves into a full-out laugh, slapping her hand over her mouth when it gets too loud.
"I don't want to wake up my sisters and have to explain this," she says, almost hiccupping from laughing so hard.
"That is so mean spirited and yet so brilliant that it makes me respect you even more. "
"Oh, you respect me?" Getting on my hands and knees, I crawl across the mattress. Her eyes widen, but it's too late to scramble off the mattress. I pull one of her ankles, yanking her down flat on her back as I hover over her, my forearms on either side of her head.
"Do you know the best way to celebrate after an act of complete annihilation?" I ask casually.
"I think I'm about to find out." She's breathless, her breasts heaving and I dive down, kissing her fiery lips, the heat warming me.
I suck her tongue into my mouth and play with it.
Her knees draw up on either side of my hips and tighten, and I lose the last scrap of control.
Kissing her gorgeous mouth, her neck, her soft breasts, switching from one nipple to the other, sucking harshly as she gasps.
Her fingers fly up into my hair, nails digging slightly into my scalp and that makes me harder, grinding my cock against her soft center.
"Should I be naked for the celebration?" Violet whispers and this time, I have to bury my head between her breasts to keep my laughter from waking up her sisters, because those two would be the ultimate cock block.
"If you don't mind," I manage. With a little, sly smile, she lifts her arms, and I pull off her shirt, stripping down her undies, and my jeans at the same time.
Throwing her legs over my shoulders, I finally get what I've wanted all day, my mouth on her fiery cunt, my tongue buried inside her as she gasps, her hands tightening and nearly ripping my goddamn hair out. And I do not care.
"So pretty, this pussy," I whisper. "Pink and swollen.
" I spread two fingers against her pussy lips, pulling her open wider as she squirms, embarrassed.
After one long cat-like lick and another, then another, she's trying to hold back her moans.
Sucking her plump clitoris between my lips, I pull on it, and like a string connected to the rest of her, she sits up straight, gasping until I put my hands between her breasts and push her back down again.
"S –sensitive!" Violet wheezes. I ignore her, pushing her thighs wider with my arms and holding her there.
I ravage her pussy, bites and licks, sucking, my tongue tickling and driving inside her until I pull the orgasm out of her.
Every muscle goes taut as she strains, fighting it, giving into it, I don't care, but she's going to come because I'll pull it out of her.
Rising to my knees and going back on my heels, I pull her with me, hands tight on her waist, her thighs spreading around my hips. The cool breeze from the air conditioning sweeps over her sweaty skin and she shivers, gaze dropping down between us, looking at my tattooed hand holding my cock.
"Climb on." I grin the devil's grin when she wraps her arms around my shoulders, rising, back arching slightly as she sinks down on my cock.
Her head drops back with a low moan, her thighs tense and shaking.
"Take your time," I whisper, kissing her.
"You will fit me in, all of me." She's wet, but I'm big, and it's several agonizing moments, holding still and letting her do this at her pace until she sinks to the base of me.
"Yebat', fuck, you're so tight," I groan. "Taking all of me, good girl." I kiss her, telling her how beautiful she is, how hot her cunt is, surrounding my cock. When she stops shaking, I put my hands under her ass, and I lift her until only the head of my cock is inside her.
And drop her again.
Her shocked gasp makes my cock harder, the way her fingers dig into my shoulders as I bounce her up and down.
Each pass inside her is blazingly hot and she's so wet, coating her thighs and mine. I slide my fingers through her slick and press one against her ass, feeling her tighten against me abruptly.
Fuuuck.
I grit back a groan because she's clamped her cunt down so tight on my cock that she's caught me mid-thrust. How can this woman be so insanely fucking tight?
"Relax," I whisper, going for soothing. Based on her tight expression, I'm not getting that across. Pressing my forehead against hers, I heave in a deep breath, forcing my rigid muscles to relax. "I won't hurt you."
"Is this where you say 'just the tip'?" she gulps.
Her nipples rub against my chest as I laugh silently, my fingertip circling her back entrance. "You sound like you've never had anything in your ass before, sweet Violet."
"That's because I haven't," she says.
"Just the tip." I bite her earlobe. "I promise you; you'll never have come harder."
Violet leans back, giving me a look that shows she thinks that is highly unlikely.
"One day I'll have you like this," I murmur, rotating my hips., pushing my finger against her. "My fingers in your ass, my cock inside your cunt, filling you up."
"I'm full already," she gasps. "Really full, Roman."
My hand goes to her waist, slipping along the smooth skin and moving her up and down again. She's watching my face, running her hands over my shoulders and my arms, mapping me.
When my slick finger presses against her pucker again, it makes her back arch, pushing her clit harder against the hairy base of me, making my piercing rub against her G spot and her face goes into my neck.
My sweet Violet shudders, almost sobbing as I feel her come, gripping my cock inside her, pulsing around me as my finger slides into her ass.
The volcanic heat of her inside, her teeth biting into my shoulder floods me with a wild, electric surge. I come hard, filling her, pushing mindlessly, trying to get deeper, to bury myself to keep connected like this forever. Connected so that no one will ever be able to hurt her.
The threat of Morales wanting her taken rushes back, and I wrap my arms around her tightly. If she's kept in my arms and impaled on my cock, I can keep her safe.
Wrapping her legs around me with a little, pained groan, Violet settles there, shaking slightly and holding me just as tight. After a few minutes, she whispers, "You're still hard."
"Yes."
"I don't know whether to be turned on or scared." She licks the bite mark she left on my shoulder.
Pulling back, brushing her wild hair away from her face, I'm honest. "You should be both."
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Dvoyurodnyy brat - Russian for cousin.
Der'mo - Russian for shit.