Chapter 11 Nina
Nina
When I was at Ruby’s, I never thought I’d be able to feel happy again, but now I walk around with a constant smile on my face.
Vasily never ceases to amaze me. I woke up to a gorgeous bouquet of red roses and calla lilies this morning, and yesterday he’d found me reading a book in the library and without a word, he’d knelt down, pulled my pants off and made me come so many times I’d lost count by the time he’d pulled his head away.
Aside from giving me a constant stream of orgasms, he’s also been working on the list, and every time we cross a name off, I feel myself relax a little more.
There have been several nights where he’s come home with dried blood on his hands or body, and every time I see it, my heart stops.
I can’t breathe until I’m convinced he’s not hurt.
I don’t know what I’d do if something happened to him.
Our marriage may have started out without love, but it’s there now, and already I can’t imagine my life without him.
Wandering through the house, I try to find where Vasily is.
He told me earlier he needed to speak to his men and to come find him when supper was close to being done, but he’s not in his office or in any of the other rooms downstairs.
I don’t bother checking upstairs. I know he keeps those rooms off limits so it’s our own private space.
When I step outside, I see him sitting in one of the chairs on the veranda with several other men sitting around him.
They’re all in suits and looking deadly serious, so I immediately turn to go back inside, hoping like hell I haven’t interrupted them.
“Zolotse.” Vasily’s deep, accented voice has me freezing in place.
I turn back around and am just about to stutter an apology, but before I can get a word out, a devilishly sexy grin spreads across his face as he curls his finger, beckoning me over.
I scan the crowd of men, recognizing Ilya and Andrei but none of the others.
I know I must’ve seen them the day I had to walk through their ranks, but I’d been so nervous that their faces had immediately left my memory as soon as I’d passed over them.
They’re all staring at me now, though, and I doubt I’ll forget their faces after this.
As soon as I’m close enough, Vasily wraps one of his large hands around my hip and pulls me onto his lap.
He grins at the shocked look I give him and kisses me, not giving the slightest fuck that he’s in the middle of some kind of meeting.
His teeth graze my bottom lip, sending a rush of pleasure straight between my legs, and when he feels me squirm against his quickly hardening cock, he gives a soft laugh and pulls back.
“I didn’t mean to interrupt,” I whisper. “I can go back inside and let you finish.”
“No,” he says, tightening his grip on me, making it clear I’m right where he wants me. “You’re never an interruption, zolotse. You’re my wife.”
I smile as he turns back to his men and switches to Russian, continuing the meeting as if it had never been put on pause.
I’m curious about what they’re saying, but also fully aware that I’ll never know.
Vasily is very careful to not involve me in the Bratva side of things.
I know about the list because that was unavoidable, but that’s as far as it goes.
Everything else is a mystery, and it will remain a mystery.
I stare at my husband’s gorgeous profile and realize I don’t care.
I don’t want to know the ins and outs of what he does.
I know enough, and I’m content with that.
Feeling me staring at him, he turns his blue eyes to mine and gives me a quick wink before turning back to his men.
His hand rests on my hip, and when he slides his thumb under my shirt so he can stroke my bare skin, I let out a soft sigh and rest my head on his shoulder, enjoying the show.
I love hearing him speak Russian, and seeing him in full Bratva boss mode is an aphrodisiac unlike anything I’ve ever known.
His other hand moves over me, stroking my hair or lightly running up my arm, keeping me in a constant state of arousal.
The meeting continues until the sun starts to set and my panties are ridiculously wet.
By the time the other men stand up and start leaving, I’m practically panting with need.
“I’m sorry that took so long, baby,” he says when we’re the only two left on the veranda. “You must be starving.”
I’d completely forgotten about supper, but he’s right. I am starving, just not for food. Sitting up, I run my fingers over his stubbled cheek, knowing with absolute certainty that I’m ready for the next step.
“Vasya,” I whisper, leaning in closer. “Take me upstairs.”
He studies my eyes, seeing the truth of what I’m asking. “Are you sure, zolotse?”
“Yes.”
With a groan he pulls me closer, kissing me with a hunger that matches my own. I run my fingers through his thick hair and moan when he gives my tongue a suck. His cock presses against my ass, but instead of fear, all I feel is anticipation and a deep need.
“Please,” I beg.
He smiles against my lips as he lifts me up and positions me so I’m straddling him.
When he lowers me down so his hard length is pressing right against my aching pussy, I moan and start to grind against him.
Before I lose all control, I jerk my head up and scan the house, remembering that we’re still outside and in full view of anyone looking out one of the many windows that face the backyard.
“Relax, sweetheart. Katya and Svetlana have already left for the day, and my men know better than to spy on us.”
I give a quick nod, trusting him at his word and rock my hips harder against him. “But I want you to take me upstairs.” I run my tongue over his bottom lip before giving it a soft bite. “I want you inside me.”
He groans and cups my ass, giving it a hard squeeze. “God, I love hearing you say that, and I’ll gladly give you my cock, baby, but first I want you to come on my lap. Grind against me, beautiful. Take your pleasure.”
Bracing my hands against his broad shoulders, I move my body, grateful I decided on yoga pants today, because the thin fabric is letting me feel everything, and the friction is so fucking delicious.
I throw my head back and gasp, working my hips harder, shamelessly using him for my own pleasure.
He lets out a deep groan, bringing one hand up to lift my shirt and roughly push my bra aside.
As soon as my breast is exposed, he’s tonguing my nipple and filling his mouth.
“You’re so fucking sexy, zolotse,” he murmurs against my skin, teasing me with his mouth until I feel myself start to lose control.
With a growl, I bring one hand to the back of his head, pulling him tighter against me, force feeding him my tit as the orgasm starts to spread through me.
He feels me tense, and when I moan his name, he grabs my ass, digging his fingers in and moving me even harder against him as I explode from the inside out.
My body shakes as I whimper and my pussy clenches at air while the thick, hard cock beneath me is so fucking close but not near close enough.
Before I’ve even fully come down, I’m fisting his hair and pulling his head back. He’s barely had time to let go of my tit before my mouth is on him in a greedy, desperate kiss. “Vasya,” I beg against his lips. “Please.”
With a groan, he wraps his arms tightly around me and stands, carrying me like I weigh nothing.
I kiss his neck, nipping at his skin and running my tongue over the neck tattoos I’ll never be able to get enough of.
By the time he shuts our bedroom door, I’m so drunk on lust I can barely think.
He gently lowers me to the bed and stills my hands that are practically ripping the buttons off his expensive, white dress shirt.
“Look at me, baby,” he murmurs, cupping my face and meeting my eyes. “Are you sure?”
“Yes, I’m sure, Vasya. I want this. I want you, all of you.”
His eyes darken at my words, and I know he’s forcing himself to hold back, not wanting to scare me.
“Promise me you’ll stop me if you feel uncomfortable. No matter what, zolotse. I don’t care if I’m seconds away from coming. You stop me.”
“I will. I promise,” I say in a breathy rush, confident that I won’t need to.
Satisfied that I want this, he lets go of my hands so I can get back to undressing him.
Smiling at my impatience when I let out a frustrated groan because my shaky fingers are taking too long, he pulls back, taking over with his steady hands and making quick work of it.
Soon he’s naked and looking down at me like a starving man.
He’s fully hard, coated in his own arousal, and it might just be my imagination, but I swear he looks even bigger than usual.
Running his hands up my legs, he hooks his fingers under my pants, and slowly slides them off, taking my panties with them.
When I’m naked from the waist down, he grabs my thighs and parts them, letting out a string of Russian when I’m splayed open before him.
He lets go of my thighs just long enough to pull my shirt off and unclasp my bra before he’s grabbing them again and parting my legs in a way that completely exposes me to his hungry gaze.
“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, zolotse.”
His accent is thicker than usual, and the sound of it has me rocking my hips up in invitation. He smiles and slides one hand up my thigh before slowly dragging his finger along my slit.
“You’re so wet for me, baby.”
“Vasya,” I moan. My heart races even faster when he very slowly starts to slide one finger into me. He’s careful and so damn gentle, making sure that the only thing I feel is pleasure.
“I need to get you ready for me. I’m going to work your pussy and make you come, baby, so you’re nice and open for me.”