Chapter 12 Vasily
Vasily
When I finally pull my knife free from the dead fuck at my feet, I expect to feel some sense of elation, but all I feel is irritable.
The list is finished, aside from the one mysterious bastard that haunts my every waking thought.
I have several men trying to dig into Ruby’s connections and trace her online activity, but so far nothing has come up.
There’s no trace of the auction she had up for Nina, and no way in hell to know who won it.
The man’s a fucking ghost, and until I watch him breathe his last fucking breath, I won’t be able to let this go.
Tensions are running high ever since I cut off Seamus’s tongue, and my men are still required to travel in groups if they leave our side of the city.
Colin hasn’t been in touch, but I can feel his anger radiating up from the south.
On the plus side, no one else has insulted my wife, so I guess I got my point across.
“Anything new from Sergei and Anton?” I ask Andrei when I get back into the SUV.
He hands me a rag to wipe the blood from my hands. “They just texted a few minutes ago. Ruby’s place has been quiet lately. A guy showed up earlier, but he was a good fifty pounds overweight. There’s no way he’s ski mask.”
“Fuck,” I growl, feeling my blood pressure rise. “You know what needs to happen.”
“I do, but if you grab Ruby and start interrogating her, things are going to get very violent very fast.”
“I’m aware.”
“At least bring Volodya over.”
I sigh in frustration, but I know he’s right. I need one of my brothers here if we’re going to start a war. “I’ll call him later and let him know what’s going on. For now, we keep doing what we’re doing.”
“Sounds good,” he says, making an illegal U-turn to put us back in the direction of home.
“So how long have you and Svetlana been going on?” I ask, catching him off guard with the change of subject.
He cuts me a quick look, trying to gauge my feelings on the matter, but my face is unreadable, so he sighs and says, “About six months.”
“Is it serious?”
“In case you haven’t noticed, Ilya’s the only one bringing back women.”
“I’ve definitely noticed. When are you going to let Katya know?”
Andrei laughs. “Probably after I propose, and I’m not quite ready to do that.”
“I have no problem with the relationship,” I tell him. His shoulders visibly relax at my words. “I see the way she looks at you. Just don’t fuck around on her.”
“I wouldn’t do that to her,” he quickly says, and I believe him. Andrei’s never had a problem with having a different woman every night, but when he’s in a relationship, all that shit stops. In all areas of his life, he’s a very loyal guy.
“I’ve already contacted someone to come and take a look at the property.
I want another house built as soon as possible because Ilya’s whoring around is getting on my nerves.
There’s no rush or anything, but if the time ever comes where you need or want your own place, just let me know.
There’s plenty of space to put in another house. ”
“Thanks, Vasya.”
When my phone vibrates, I grab it and smile when I see a text from Nina.
She’s gotten a lot more confident about reaching out to me, and I love seeing her bloom into this sexy, strong woman.
It’s who she’s always been but was never allowed to be, and the transformation is erotic as fuck.
I still love it when she gets shy and her cheeks heat up in a blush, but I also love it when she gets a determined look on her face and unzips my pants, not even bothering to fully undress me before sliding onto my cock.
God, just the thought of it is starting to make me hard.
Not wanting to turn this car ride awkward, I push the thoughts aside and read her text.
I was just thinking about you and wishing you were here.
I smile at how damn sweet she is. I wish I were there too, baby. We’re on our way back now. Want to go out for supper?
Sure. I’ll hurry up and shower. Ruslan and I were down by the water.
I laugh when she sends me a photo of a very wet and sandy Ruslan.
It took forever to get him clean. I had no idea he had so many layers of fur. Do you ever shave him?
I’ve never needed to. I guess I’ll have to if it gets really hot. He’ll be so offended though.
She sends me the laughing emoji.
Take a slow shower, zolotse. I’ll be there to join you in a few.
Hurry up or I’ll have to take matters into my own hands.
Someone’s feeling feisty. I hate to break it to you, but it’s not a detachable showerhead.
That is sad. I guess I’ll have to get creative.
Don’t you dare make yourself come without me, I quickly type out.
The only response I get is a winky face.
Turning to Andrei, I say, “Go faster.” He smiles but doesn’t say anything, just bumps us up to well above the speed limit.
All I can think about is Nina’s naked, wet body, and as soon as Andrei parks the car in front of the house, I’m jumping out and running inside, ignoring the laughter coming from behind me.
I take the stairs two at a time, and walk into our room, kicking my boots off as I go.
The sight that greets me when I open the bathroom door pulls a deep groan from me.
Nina’s under the showerhead, one hand is filled with tit, pinching her rosy red nipple, while the other’s working her pussy in a mesmerizing rhythm that’s impossible to look away from.
Her dark eyes lock on mine while a sexy grin spreads across her face.
I can tell she’s close, and it pisses me off.
Without even bothering to strip, I walk into the shower, letting the water soak my white T-shirt and jeans and not giving the slightest fuck about it. She lets out a surprised yelp when I reach down and roughly push her hand aside, replacing it with my own.
“I’m the only one who gets to make you come, zolotse.
Your days of fucking yourself are over. Not when you have my hand,” I say, running my fingers over her swollen clit, “and my mouth.” I lean down and let my teeth graze along her bottom lip before giving it a suck.
Grabbing her hand I bring it to the erection that’s straining painfully against my jeans. “And my cock to do it for you.”
“Vasya,” she moans, giving her nipple one last pinch before bringing her hands to my jeans, desperately trying to get them undone fast enough.
I press her against the tiled wall and pull my wet jeans down far enough to free myself. “I’m a selfish man when it comes to you, sweetheart. I want all your orgasms. I want all your pleasure. You’re not some lonely housewife who needs to fuck herself alone in the shower. Understand?”
“Yes,” she moans, wrapping her arms and legs around me when I pick her up and position myself at her entrance.
“You have me, zolotse, and I will gladly fuck you any damn time you want.”
I press my cock against her swollen, dripping slit. She nods her head, threading her fingers in my hair and bringing her mouth to mine. “Please, Vasya,” she whispers against my lips. “I need you.”
With a feral-sounding groan, I dig my fingers into her sweet ass and slide into her, giving her all of me in one thrust. She gasps and clutches me tighter.
Her whole body clings to mine, and the wet heat of her wrapped tightly around my cock is pure heaven.
Kissing her hard, I lose myself completely in the moment, letting everything else disappear except the taste and feel of my wife as she comes undone against me.
I’m rougher with her than I usually am, slamming into her in a relentless rhythm that doesn’t allow her to catch her breath from one orgasm to the next, and I don’t let up until her whole body is shaking and tears start spilling over, not from pain but because it’s just too damn much for her to process.
Kissing her softly, I bury myself inside her and let go.
Each pulse of my cock sends a wave of pleasure through me, and by the time I’m empty, I’m gasping for air and feeling a little lightheaded.
“My god, baby,” I say with a soft laugh. “The things you do to me.”
She smiles and runs her fingers over my face like she’s trying to memorize every detail. “I love you so much, Vasya,” she whispers. “So much it scares me.”
“I love you too, zolotse. I’m not used to having a weakness, but I have one now. Losing you is not an option, not one I could survive anyway, and that scares the hell out of me. A part of me wants to lock you in this house and never let you leave so that you’ll always be safe.”
She gives a soft laugh because she thinks I’m joking. “Stop worrying about me.”
“Never.”
She smiles and kisses me. “I’m not planning on going anywhere alone until all this is settled, so you can at least not worry quite as much. You have enough to worry about without me adding to it. I don’t ever want to be a burden to you.”
“You’ve never been and you could never be a burden to me. I love you, Nina, and I would do anything for you.”
She lifts a brow. “Anything, huh?”
I laugh and say, “Anything, baby.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.” She runs her eyes over me, grinning at the way the shirt is clinging to my body. “People always talk about women in wet T-shirts, but I think they’ve got it all wrong, because, holy shit, you in a wet, white shirt is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”
“I’ll have to remember that, zolotse, because I really love watching you eye-fuck me.
” I give her a wink and slowly slide her off my cock, watching as her lips part in a sexy gasp.
I keep my hands on her waist until I’m sure she’s steady on her feet before guiding her back under the showerhead.
I peel off my wet clothes and join her. She spots the dried blood that’s still on my forearms and rubs it away with some soap
Her dark eyes search mine. “That’s all of them, isn’t it?”
“All except one.” I know she’s started to convince herself that we’ll never find ski mask, and I hate that. “We’re going to find him, baby.”