CHAPTER 16
MIKHAIL
“Get back here.”
I pluck her from the doorway and lift her bridal style before stepping through the entrance of our cabin. The sound of her laughter warms my chest. I’ll never tire of it. It’s one of the first things I grew to love about her. She was and will always be the brightest light in my life. Nearly losing her tonight was a moment of reckoning.
On the drive back, I tormented myself with all the scenarios that could have played out had I not gotten to her in time. Every single one ended with me in prison or dead because living without her is not an option.
Not anymore. Not ever.
Kicking the bathroom door open, I place her on the vanity, tossing aside the damn coat. Next is her shirt, followed quickly by the black bra.
“ Ya tebya lyublyu ,” (I love you.) I say, covering her nipple with my mouth.
Nails against my scalp, she tips her head back and releases the sweetest little moan. I’ve never forgotten the way she sang for me. It’s stayed imprinted in my memories through the years as torment.
“I love you, too,” she whispers, winding her legs around my torso and pulling me in as I kiss down her body, teeth and tongue savoring every inch.
“What did you say out there earlier? You want me to do what?” My questions go unanswered, replaced by a gasp when I bite down on her tight nipple.
“Shit...” she whines as my teeth mark the other.
“Say it,” I growl, hand around her throat.
Leah locks eyes with me and grins. “I want you to fuck me hard and fast. Make me cry... then do it again.”
As much as I want to take my time worshiping her the way she deserves, tearing her apart is precisely what we both need. I’ve gone too fucking long without this woman.
My clothes fall to the floor next to hers.
“I don’t think there’s anything you could ask for that I won’t give you,” I say, her hair clutched in my hand. “That’s the power you have over me, pretty girl. Only you.”
“So shut up and fuck me already.” She chuckles over my lips and strokes my cock firm and slow, forcing me to double over and bite down on her shoulder.
“I need you to know that you’re mine.” I lift one of her legs and then the other, her feet on the vanity, as I indulge my eyes in her beautiful cunt, open and dripping for me. “You’re going to be my wife.” Pressing my thumb to her clit, I rub tight circles. “Have my babies.”
“Fuck...Mikhail.” She gasps when I push two fingers inside, finding that spot that makes her tremble.
“You’re going to be my queen, Leah.”
I lick up her wet slit, and her thighs shake around my head as I devour her like the sweetest goddamn fruit.
“I’m taking you home with me. Not another day without you, my love.”
She bucks her hips with every stroke, sharp nails piercing my scalp. I could die between her legs, but I need to claim what’s mine. Throwing her knee over my shoulder and pressing one last kiss to her swollen pussy, I straighten and align myself at her entrance.
“Do it,” she begs, rocking forward.
“My pretty girl, begging me to fuck her.” As I slide inside, she hisses, body stiffening slightly as I spread her open. “God, I missed you.”
Smoothing my hands under her ass, I angle her toward me. “Just like that,” I rasp, bottoming out inside her and stilling for a moment as I regain my composure. She’s so goddamn tight that it feels like her pussy is choking my dick. “This sweet cunt was made for me.”
Home.
Everything falls into place.
The chase is over.
I slam into her at a steady rhythm, and she meets me thrust for thrust.
“Mikhail... God, I love you.”
I make a mental note to keep my hair long for her, relishing the delicious sting of her fingers as she clutches harder the closer she rises to her release. Our mouths collide in desperate need, teeth clashing as we fight to consume the other first.
More.
Pulling out, I grip her hips and allow her a whine at the loss of contact because it’s fucking music to my black soul.
“I’ll kill you,” she threatens, voice ragged.
I chuckle and kiss her, swallowing her protests before flipping her over on her hands and knees. Stroking my slick cock, I dip to bite an ass cheek, then the other, and she whimpers my name.
“Hands on the mirror and spread your knees for me. I want you to see how pretty you look when I tongue-fuck you.”
I planned to sink back inside her, but seeing my girl on her knees, beautiful round ass in my face, I can’t resist.
Leah does as she’s told, and with one hand on my cock, I lean in and flick her swollen clit, lapping and sucking at her arousal until her body quivers and she breaks apart, crying out my name.
“Oh, fuck,” I groan when a flush of wetness drips down her legs onto the counter, in the sink, and even the floor. “Goddamn, baby. Did you just—squirt?”
I find her hooded eyes in the mirror as her chest rises and falls in quick pants, leaving her unable to speak. She rests her forehead against the glass and gives me a lazy nod.
“I... I’ve never...done that,” she manages to say, leaning back on her calves and sighing. “That was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”
I loop my arm around her waist and pull her off the vanity, bending her over and sinking inside as far as she can take me.
Every thrust sends her gliding across her own mess, and it’s fucking glorious. I wrap my fist in her hair and tug her head back, pitching my voice close to her ear. “Look at you, my love. Look what we did,” I say, eyes on her glistening tits as they bounce and droplets trickle off her skin.
“Harder, Mikki, fuck me harder. You owe me.”
I shove her forward, pressing her chest against the marble, feet off the floor, and pound into her with delicious cruelty.
“You said”—thrust—“to make you”—thrust—“cry” I snake a hand around her hip and find her swollen clit—“and I already did.”
“Fuck, yes.”
Leah tightens around my cock, her mouth parting against the hard surface as she shudders and screams. I’m right there with her, falling over the edge and driving into her until every drop is spent.
“Mikhail... yes. I love you,” she confesses breathlessly.
I kiss her shoulder blade. “I love you.”
“I’m starving.”
With a laugh, I straighten and slide out of her. “Let’s feed you. You’re going to need the energy.”
As Leah maneuvers herself off the vanity, I grab an ass cheek in each hand and open her up, reveling in how my cum is slipping out of her. I slide two fingers over the dripping seam and circle her sensitive clit, making her jerk.
It suddenly hits me that we didn’t discuss nor use protection—slight panic flares. “My love, are you on...”
She nods, as if reading my thoughts. “I am.”
Leah will bear my children one day. But for now, I need her to myself.
“Are you falling asleep on me?” Leah squeezes my thigh, and I tighten my hold on her waist beneath the water.
“No,” I lie, the thickness of my voice betraying me.
She smiles and arches her chin, kissing my jaw. “Liar.”
“Fine. You caught me.”
“We can head back inside if you’re tired. I might even consider sharing the bed tonight.” Her body shakes with my laughter. “Is that right? After all the orgasms I’ve given you, that’s how you’d repay me? By making me sleep on that goddamn couch again.”
Leah pokes a toe out of the water as she pretends to mull over the decision. I let her have her fun. My mind is elsewhere. I gaze beyond the deck and the steam that rises and swirls above the hot tub’s surface as it clashes with the frigid night air. The forest is pitch black in the distance, but somewhere out there, beyond the line of trees, is a group of men who deserve to die.
While Leah was in the bathroom, I searched their exact location, the names of their members, addresses, rap sheets—the whole fucking nine—and called in a few favors. I’ll deal with them myself, but slipping away from her is impossible. I know she’s capable, but I’ll never willingly put my girl in harm’s way.
“Where’d you go?” she asks, caressing my face.
I take her hand and press a kiss on her palm. “I’m right here.”
There’s a beat of silence, and she tenses. I can sense a question hanging in the air. “Ask,” I urge, giving her a reassuring squeeze.
Leah pulls my hand to her lips to return the gesture and sighs. “Celeste. Can I ask what happened?”
“You can ask me anything. I have nothing to hide from you.”
She twists in my lap, now straddling me, her vulnerable gaze on mine. “You were married almost three years. Did you ever love her?”
“No. I’ll admit I tried. But you can’t force that shit. Learned the hard way.” I place my hands on her neck and caress her cheeks with my thumbs. “But it was the only way I thought I could forget you.”
“Why did you marry her, Mikhail? I begged you not to.”
“I’ll always regret that day. I hated myself for a long time,” I say, resting my forehead on hers. “But I felt like I had no choice. The world was stacked against us.”
Leah lays her head on my shoulder. “What about now?”
“ Ya by razorval mir radi tebya, moya lyubov .” (I would tear the world apart for you, my love.)
She smiles against me, using her finger to trace the ink on my chest. The gesture jogs my memory of something I did for her days after my wedding when I heard she left for Spain. Guiding her hand, I place it above my heart and wait for her to read. The tattoo is written in Russian, but Leah seems to have a good grasp of the language.
Using the pad of her finger, she touches the flower and the words carved inside.
“Pretty girl,” she whispers, then lifts her watery eyes to mine. “When did you get this done?”
“Four years ago.”
“Four years?”
I nod. “If I couldn’t have you, I’d have a part of you exactly where you belonged.”
Leah wipes at her eyes and lifts up to kiss me. “I never knew you were so romantic, Mikhail Petrov.”
Her fingers on my scalp always have my cock at attention.
“It’s the most beautiful thing anyone has ever done for me.”
Dragging my lips along her neck, I say, “So now you’ve given me a new goal.”
“What’s that?” she asks, head tilted, eyes closed as I work toward her ear.
“Topping myself. Everything I give you, everything I do for you— every time will be better than the last.”
Her smile is radiant. “You don’t have to do that.”
“No, but I want to. And I will.”
“The only thing I want right now is you...and another orgasm.”
We laugh, and I dip us under the scalding water when she shivers. Our lips are fused as we break the surface, my tongue gliding against hers, begging for more. But she pulls away, flashes a cunning little smile, and slips beneath the churning bubbles, taking my cock in her hand.