23. Epilogue
23
EPILOGUE
NADIA
Just as the front door opens to his father’s home, I jump and bite back the gasp as my vibrator buzzes to life inside of me. Roman’s hand tightens on my hip, but I can’t even look at him.
My cheeks are burning as his dad introduces himself.
Can he hear this? I swear I can hear the buzzing.
“Dad, this is my wife, Nadia.” Roman has a look of pride as he rests his palm on the small of my back.
“Umm, hi, Mr. Petrov. So lovely to meet you.” I extend out my hand to the gray-bearded man. Tattoos poke from his sleeve, and his dark eyes crinkle in the corners with a smile. I can see the resemblance.
Handsome runs strong in their genes.
He grins, looking between his son and me.
“Call me Nikolai.”
I suck in a breath as the vibrations get more intense, and begin pulsing inside me. Squeezing my thighs together only makes it worse when it hits that spot on my clit.
“You’re doing so well keeping yourself composed, baby,” Roman whispers against my ear.
“Son, good to see you.” He pulls Roman in for a hug.
Sweeping his arm away, he invites a red haired woman who’s younger than me to move into his side. “Roman, this is my wife Natalia.” He turns to the green eyed beauty. She’s noticeably pregnant, and looks radiant.
My husband reaches forward and takes her hand politely. “Welcome to this insane family, Natalia.”
She blushes, and it matches her hair. “Thank you. It’s nice to meet everyone. Nikolai is happy you made it, we were worried you wouldn’t.”
I straighten my skirt and cross one leg over the other, anything to dull this need for him.
With Roman’s hand on the small of my back, he guides us in behind his father.
“You weren’t going to visit?” I ask him once we’re in the hall.
He shakes his head. “I wasn’t, but you gave me new inspiration. I want everyone to meet you and know you’re mine.”
I can hear the loud chattering of a myriad of voices echoing down the large hall.
“Wow, this place is gorgeous,” I say, taking in the vaulted ceilings and intricate stonework pillars.
“Mmmhmm, not as stunning as my wife, especially when she’s this worked up.”
I slap his bicep. “I have to meet your entire family and I am on the verge of coming while introducing myself to them.”
“But you won’t. You know what happens when you disobey my orders. Remind me of the rules…”
I pinch the bridge of my nose as my orgasm starts to build. I can feel it in every inch of me, consuming me.
“I only come when you tell me to.”
He nods with an approving smile.
“Exactly. Now, be my good girl, introduce yourself and then, maybe, I will let you have what you need.”
Relief washes over me as he grabs my hand.
“Oh shit,” I hiss as he turns it up a notch. The pulsing hits in a slow, deep pattern that makes my very heart beat feel like it’s fucking me from the inside out.
I bite back a grin. This is hot.
Nikolai opens up the double oak doors to the living room. Before I step through, Roman stops me, spins me to face him and slams his lips over mine with his fingers digging into my cheeks.
I do everything I can to fight coming on the spot.
“You don’t play fair, Roman,” I tell him breathlessly as he pulls back with a mischievous smirk. He shrugs, rolling up the sleeves of his crisp white shirt.
Damn, those veins running down his arms.
As if he reads my mind, he clenches and releases his fist, which almost has me drooling over the way they pop.
“Just a few more minutes, lastochka.”
Taking a deep breath, and feeling myself getting wetter by the second, I straighten my spine, take his palm and walk into the lion's den.
A sea of faces turn as we step into the large sitting room. The men all have a familiar look, much like Roman. Hard lines, but kind eyes.
Roman squeezes my hand and ups the vibrations, I can feel them taking over my entire body. I clear my throat to try and distract myself.
Even over all the deep Russian accents, I can hear the toy buzzing, yet no one seems fazed by it.
After they all introduce themselves, I don’t know if I’ll be able to remember them. Mikhail is the oldest, and has the friendliest smile when he takes my hand.
Natalia is Nikolai’s wife with fiery red hair. She should be easy to remember. Her belly sticks away from her lean frame, and Nikolai can’t keep his hands off of her.
Would Roman be like that if I have his baby? He already loves touching me, so I don’t think it would be a big leap. The next time we visit, there might be a lot of new children running around, seeing how all of the couples are hanging off of each other.
It’s hard to concentrate with the vibrator constantly changing the rhythm deep inside of me. Every time I feel like I’m able to form a word or thought, Roman hits a button making me lose track of what I’m doing.
I can’t take much more, so I tug on the sleeve of his shirt. He leans down, taking a sip of vodka, and gives me an innocent look.
“Rom, I’m so close, please help me,” I whisper in his ear.
He nods, downing the rest of his drink and slamming it on the counter.
Great, now everyone in the room is looking at me.
“If you’ll excuse us, I’m going to give Nadia the famous tour of the house.”
The brothers look amongst each other and Mikhail raises a brow at Roman with a grin.
“Father’s office is a good place to start.”
The flush that spreads up his partner's cheek gives them away.
Nikolai’s deep laugh echoes through the hall. “Yes, pay particular attention to the desk.”
Natalia’s eyes widen, and she lightly pats his arm. “Nikolai,” she gasps, turning to bury her cheeks against his broad arm.
I take it Roman’s tastes may run in the family.
“Noted.”
Roman leads us briskly down the hall, away from the noises of the crowd.
A huge room with an oak desk in the middle.
As the door slams shut behind us, he pins me against the wall, his hand tight around my throat and pushes up my dress.
“I can smell how turned on you are, baby. It’s making me wild for you.”
He guides my hand to his crotch and a smile as I feel his hard cock pressing against my palm.
“I need you, Roman,” I say breathlessly.
“Not as much as I need you,” he growls.
I gasp as he slides under my panties and he slowly removes the toy. My eyes go wide when he proceeds to lick it clean and stuff it in his back pocket.
“What does my greedy slut of a wife need from me today?” he asks, pulling my head to the side and begins to suck on my throat.
“D-don’t leave marks.” His entire family is just down the hall. My words are laced with moans. I can’t help it as he slides his fingers inside me, I open my legs wider.
“I’ll mark you wherever I see fit.” To prove his point, he leans forward and suctions my neck before pulling the skin back with his teeth in a hard nip.
It sends bolts of electricity straight through me.
With a palm around my throat, he swiftly guides us to the desk and bends me over, my hands slam down on the table.
As I open my mouth, he cracks down on my ass and I cry out.
“That was for telling me what to do.”
He rubs the sensitive area, kicks open my legs and lines his cock up with my entrance. With both hands on my throat, he tightens his grip as he slams into me, using my neck to push me back against him. He hits so deeply, it’s as if I’m being drawn into my own body.
He is all I can feel, over and over as my head gets fuzzier.
“Such a good girl, aren’t you?” His voice is hoarse. I can’t reply, I don’t have the air to do so.
No matter how many times we do it, each time gets better and better. This man knows every inch of me and how to work me up into a frenzy for him.
“So. Fucking. Perfect,” he grits out between thrusts and it sends me to the edge.
“Please, Rom.” Is all I can manage to beg.
He loosens his grip, enough to allow me to suck in some air.
“Be a good girl and come on my cock, let me feel how much you love me fucking you.”
I let the orgasm take over me, the ultimate high and he doesn’t let up the pace. He takes every part of my pleasure until he reaches his own point.
With my name coming out of his mouth like a chant, I feel his warm seed spill into me and I slump against the desk, letting my muscles melt.
As he slides himself out carefully, he puts my panties back in position.
“That all stays in there, lastochka. Got it?”
“Hmm, yes.”
He places a soft kiss on my shoulder and helps me to stand, tugging down my dress over my ass for me.
His hands frame my face as we stare into eachothers eyes.
“You have my favorite look in your eyes, Nadia.”
I blink at him.
“What’s that?”
“Love,” he replies with a smile.