Chapter 21 Aleksandr
ALEKSANDR
Gwen has to convince me to take a shower before Lily is released. I tortured and almost killed the DA around two in the morning, and she couldn’t be processed out until eight. I would’ve stood outside in the freezing February air if it meant finally holding her in my arms again.
But Gwen said I smelled like blood and sweat, and that would be more concerning than a clean man with his wife's favorite takeout, Miss Ming's egg rolls with Beef Lo Mein and those fried donuts with sugar all over, along with a large homemade ice tea and a bouquet of white and blue roses.
Miss Ming damn near tore me a new one when I woke her up at six this morning, but she quickly adjusted herself when I said it was for Lily, and even smiled when I handed her a wad of hundred dollar bills as big as my fist as a thank you for the inconvenience.
I look down at my watch and it is 8:03, which means she should be out in my arms already, and my impatience makes me more angry than giddy.
The precinct wouldn’t let me sit in the waiting area since it’s so small, and there aren’t enough officers on duty to monitor prisoners and visitors, or at least that’s what they told me.
Right when I am about to say fuck it and go inside she comes out.
Wearing the cute as fuck yellow overalls, Ugg boots and white thermal sweater that Gwen brought to her.
She freezes when she sees me and for I second I think she is pissed, hating me, and wanting to rip my fucking head off for getting her into this mess.
I think she is going to scream at me and demand a divorce that I won’t give her easily.
But fuck—if it makes her happy, if she truly wants it—I will, even if it kills me.How could I ever be the reason she suffers?
I couldn’t be that selfish with her. I love her too much.
I swallow, opening my arms to her and she squeals like a teenage girl at a boy band concert and runs to me at full speed. In pure Lily fashion, she stumbles on some black ice and I have to catch her, dragging her into my arms, and fuck I missed this. I missed her.
“Aleksandr,” she sighs into my chest, her face pressed against me like she’s inhaling me, “you smell delicious.”
I laugh into her hair, curling an arm around her and pulling her in tighter. Her curls have fallen in loose, messy spirals, and she’s pulled the rest back into a messy bun with what looks like a shoestring. My fingers toy with the end of it. “That’s Miss Ming’s,” I murmur against her temple.
“Oh my god—” she yelps, jerking back so fast she almost hits her head on the doorframe.
Before she can retreat completely, I reach past her, grab one of the egg rolls, heavy with duck sauce, and hold it out.
She snatches it like it’s the only thing keeping her alive and immediately crams an obscene amount into her mouth.
Watching her shove half an egg roll between her lips makes my cock twitch with need, and I growl before I can help it.
Her moan follows, soft and indulgent, and that does me in. My hands flex against my thighs, a sharp breath pulling through my nose.
“This is so—” she tries to talk, but it’s muffled. Her big golden-hazel eyes snap to mine, cheeks full, sauce glossing her lips. She tilts her head with that scrunched-up nose that makes her look so unrepentantly stubborn. “Why are you looking at me like that?” she manages around a mouthful.
“Why are you making those noises?” My voice comes out lower than I intend, my gaze dragging over her lips.
“The food is good,” she says with a grin that only deepens as she crams the rest of the egg roll into her mouth, her hands wiping against her overalls as she chews. She sways slightly, as if she can’t decide whether to get closer or bolt.
“I know other things that are good,” I say slowly. I step forward into her space, close enough that her back bumps against the car.
Her eyes go wild. She swallows so hard I see the movement in her throat, and she stumbles one step to the side, holding her hands up like a shield. “No. Absolutely not.” She shakes her head hard, her curls bouncing.
“Are you telling me no, Moya?” My hand snakes out to catch the car door handle. I lean into it casually, blocking her path. The smile tugging at my mouth is sharp and dangerous.
“I need to shower first, Alek,” she blurts out, pointing at me with one hand still sticky from duck sauce. “Two days without one, and that shower was bad. I’ve been doing bird baths. Pits, vag, and ass, nothing else. We can’t—”
“We can,” I interrupt, my other hand pressing lightly to the small of her back as I pull the door open.
“Aleksandr—” She tries to edge around me, but I shift my body, caging her in with the car door and my chest.
“Are you safe wording me?” I ask, tilting my head, my voice velvet over steel.
“What? No!” Her brows slam together, and she looks at me like I’m crazy.
“Then get in the car, Lily,” I murmur, leaning in until my chest nearly brushes hers. Close enough that I feel the quick hitch of her breath against my shirt, close enough that she has to tip her chin up, her lips parting as she tries to keep her eyes on mine. “Don’t make me tell you twice.”
“Aleksandr, you can’t be—”
She doesn’t even finish before I arch a brow, my voice dropping into a slow, dangerous warning. “All this back talk tells me you’re looking for a punishment.”
Her eyes go wide, big as saucers, and I swear I can see the exact second the thought of what that means sinks in. A flush crawls over her cheeks.
Without another word, she spins on her heel, practically scrambling into the car like the seat is the only safe place left in the world. Her little ass disappears inside, fast, while I stand there smirking like the devil himself, savoring every second of her surrender.
I slide in after her, quickly closing the door to see her staring at the roses on the seat with both of her legs up.
“There’s a driver up there,” she whispers pointing at the partition.
“I know,” I chuckle leaning in closer, my hand snaking up her thigh. “You didn’t seem to mind an audience when you were sucking my dick in the middle of that restaurant four days ago.”
“I was never going to see those people again, besides we were on vacation, crazy things happen during vacation,” she whispers.
“Crazy things are going to happen in the back of this car,” I inform her and her eyes look all innocent, all wide-eyed and fear- ridden in a way that only makes my dick harder. “Undress.”
“Aleksandr-”
I grab the flowers off the seat and pass it through the partition. “Jackson, take these flowers, roll up the partition and take the long way home.”
“Yes sir,” he says, doing exactly as he is told while my wife stares at me still fully dressed and unwilling to listen to my clear instructions.
“Why am I repeating myself to you so much today, Moya?” I snarl, my body leaning over hers as I pinch her cheeks in my hand.
“I just-”
“Safe word me.” I command and she shakes her head no. “Then take off your clothes, before I do it for you.”
Her lips part. A tiny gasp.
“Yes, sir,” she whispers, the submission dripping from her tone like honey, and I feel it everywhere as I lean back to watch her undress for me.
The tips of her ears tinge pink and her hands tremble slightly as they go to the strap of her yellow overalls. One clip pops. Then the other. The bib of the overalls falls forward, and the loose fabric pools around her waist, leaving just her white thermal sweater hugging her body.
“Keep going,” I murmur.
She nods, climbing awkwardly in the seat as she shimmies the overalls down her legs. They catch on her Ugg boots, and she curses softly, kicking them off one by one until the boots and overalls are discarded in the floorboard.
Bare legs now, soft and smooth, goosebumps rising along her skin from the chill of the car.
Her hands go to the hem of her sweater next, fingers clutching the knit fabric, and she swallows hard and lifts, peeling the sweater up over her head.
She tosses it aside, and there she sits—nothing but her matching lace yellow bra and underwear set, skin flushed, her breath coming shallow as she folds her arms over her chest.
I reach out, slowly, catching her wrists and pulling them apart. “Now,” I murmur, my thumb tracing the inside of her wrist, feeling the rapid pulse beneath her delicate skin, “show me just how much you missed me.”
Lily hesitates for a moment, her lips parting as if she’s about to speak, but then she doesn’t.
Instead, she leans in, her hands sliding up my chest, fingers brushing over the fabric of my shirt.
Her touch is tentative at first, but it doesn’t take long for her confidence to grow.
Her palms flatten against my pecs, and I can feel the heat of her through the material as she drags her hand down lower and lower.
I hiss at the sensation, my hands move to the buttons of my shirt, fingers working quickly to undo them. As the fabric falls open, Lily’s gaze drops, taking in the sight of my bare chest. Her tongue darts out to wet her lips, and I can see the desire burning in her eyes.
“Did you miss me Moya?” I tease as her hands slide over my skin, fingertips exploring every inch of me. Her touch is electric, sending shivers down my spine, and I can’t help but groan as she leans in, pressing her lips to my chest.
“Yes,” she whispers, her lips against my skin.
Her mouth is warm, her tongue teasing as she licks a path up to my collarbone.
She nips at the skin there, just hard enough to make me suck in a sharp breath, and then she’s kissing her way back down, her hands moving with her, sliding down to the waistband of my pants.