Chapter 13 #3
“Fuck,” I whimper when he presses his head against me and starts to slowly slide in, spreading me like only he can.
“Vasya,” I moan when I realize this new angle allows him to go even deeper, hitting all the nerve endings I never knew I had.
He fills me completely. Sex with Vasily always skims the line between pain and pleasure because of his size, and the mix is an intoxicating blend that I gladly lose myself in.
“God, you feel so good,” he groans, speeding his hips up and fucking me harder.
Sweat breaks out all over me as my body starts to shake and my muscles tense with the need to come. When my arms go limp, I fall to my forearms and hang my head as Vasily supports my weight, pounding into me in a rhythm that has my eyes rolling back in my head.
“Come for me, baby,” he growls. “Let me feel you soak my cock.”
His words and the way he circles his hips, hitting me right where I need him, sends me spiraling out of control as I scream his name to the stars.
He growls when he feels me clench even tighter around him as the wet heat of my release soaks his cock.
He pounds into me even harder, chasing his own pleasure and when he lets go, it’s with my name on his lips.
Each thrust has him pulsing inside me, filling me with everything he has.
He doesn’t stop until he’s empty and gasping.
I can’t move, so I don’t even try. Resting my upper body on the cushion, I focus on getting my breathing under control.
When he slides out of me, I still don’t move.
My muscles are limp and useless. He gently scoops me into his arms and sits down in the chair with me on his lap.
“I love you, zolotse,” he murmurs against my temple.
“I love you, too.” My head rests on his shoulder, and I fight like hell to keep my eyes open. “I don’t think I can move.”
He laughs and kisses me. “That’s what you get for making fun of my age.”
I smile and kiss his chest. “You’re obviously in your prime. I can admit when I’m wrong.”
“It’s all you, baby. You drive me wild. I can’t seem to be able to get enough of you.”
“I hope you always feel that way about me.”
“I always will.” The confident way he says it has me smiling against his chest. His thumb caresses my back while he holds me tightly, and I must fall asleep at some point, because the next thing I know, it’s morning and we’re in bed.
Vasily’s strong arms are still wrapped around me, except now I’m on my side and he’s curled around me, breathing deeply by my ear.
I love waking up before him, listening to him sleep as his body rests heavily against mine.
I kiss the tattooed forearm by my head, not at all surprised when he gives a soft moan behind me before burying his face in my neck and breathing me in.
“Morning, zolotse,” he murmurs against my skin.
“You’re such a light sleeper.”
“I always have been. You are not, baby. You didn’t stir at all when I carried you in here and put you to bed.”
I smile and give a long, lazy stretch. “Not my fault. Someone wore me out last night.”
“I wish I had time to do it again,” he says, running his hand along my body. “But we need to go to the airport. My brother’s flight will be getting in soon.”
The news is like a jolt of caffeine. I sit up and turn to him. “One of your brothers is coming here? Today?”
He gives me an adorable grin and rolls onto his back. “Volodya, yes.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
Smiling he runs his finger along the underside of my breast. “Because someone sidetracked me with a blowjob and outdoor sex.”
Nerves start to get the better of me. “What if he doesn’t like me?”
“He will.”
“How do you know?”
“Because he’s my brother,” he says with a shrug. “And he’d be an idiot not to. Volodya is a lot of things, but stupid isn’t one of them.”
“He runs things in Moscow, right?”
“Yeah, with Valeri.”
“Does he have a reputation like you?”
Vasily’s lips spread in a big grin, the one that makes him look boyish and devilish all in one go. “Who do you think taught him everything he knows?”
“Why is he coming here?”
His face turns serious as he takes my hand and gives it a kiss. “Ski mask is taking too long to find. I need to stir things up a bit. If things turn nasty, I want my brother here. He’s bringing several men with him.”
“It’s okay if you need to let him go. I don’t want you or anyone else getting hurt because of me.”
He sits up and cups my face. “That’s not how this works. Someone hurt you, and that someone will pay for it with their life. I won’t stop until he’s dead, zolotse. I can’t.”
I can see in his eyes that there’s no turning back for him.
He won’t budge on this, and as much as I worry about him, I can’t help but smile because the na?ve girl who first walked into Ruby’s Lounge is not who I am anymore.
The woman I’ve become wants vengeance, and I want blood, and my husband is determined to get it for me.
He returns my smile. “I’ve created a little bloodthirsty monster.”
I don’t deny it. Instead, I hop up and run for the shower, knowing he’ll follow me.
I manage to convince him we have time for a quickie, and when it ends up being not such a quickie and I have to settle for grabbing a handful of pancakes on the way out instead of a sit-down breakfast, I’m not complaining, not one little bit.
Katya’s blueberry pancakes are to die for, even without butter and syrup.
“Mind if I tag along?” Svetlana yells, running to catch up with us.
“Not at all,” Vasily says. “Andrei and Ilya are coming, too. Nina and I will follow you guys.”
The drive to the airport doesn’t take too long since we’re going to a smaller regional airport that’s outside of the city and all its traffic.
“Damn, perks of being super rich,” I say when we pull up to the small parking lot.
“Private jets can land just about anywhere. It’s always nice to avoid busy airports.” He grabs my hand and gives me a wink. “And you’re super rich, too, by the way. What’s mine is yours, baby.”
I smile, knowing full well that I’d love him just as much if he didn’t have a dime to his name.
The others join us as we walk in and check the flight info.
The airport is small and there’s only one flight preparing to board at the moment, so there isn’t much of a crowd at all.
The people who are here take note of us as we walk by.
Vasily’s a striking figure no matter where he is or what he’s wearing.
Even in the jeans and black T-shirt he’s wearing today, he still oozes power and is an intimidating sight.
Volodya’s flight has just landed, and as we wait for him to get inside, I notice the woman at the counter giving Vasily serious fuck-me eyes.
It irritates me and sets me on edge. I trust Vasily, but that doesn’t mean the old green-eyed monster doesn’t rear its head every once in a while, especially when faced with a drop-dead gorgeous woman with hair that looks like it should be in a damn shampoo commercial and a pair of big blue eyes.
I tighten my arm around Vasily’s waist and rest my head on his chest, reminding myself and the woman that he’s mine.
He immediately tightens his arms around me and kisses the top of my head. “It’s adorable that you still get jealous, zolotse, but you have nothing to worry about. You have all of me, baby, every single part.”
I look up at him, cupping the stubbled cheek that he didn’t have time to shave this morning because of our shower sex. Memories of him pinning me against the tiled wall flash through my mind, making my cheeks flush and my heart speed up. He winks and leans closer so no one else can hear.
“Thinking about how I fucked your sweet little pussy in the shower?”
“Yes,” I whisper.
“Good. Think about that instead of worrying about women who will never have my attention because all of it is on you.”
“How can one man be so damn perfect?”
He gives a deep laugh and kisses my check. “You’re so damn sweet, baby.”
“Here he comes,” Ilya says from behind me.
Vasily gives me another kiss before standing up to his full height.
I watch as Volodya walks through the door.
I recognize him from the photos I saw, but it’s still weird to see him here in person.
He looks just as intimidating as Vasily does, especially when surrounded by a bunch of stern-looking men in dark suits with tattooed hands and a hard look in their eyes.
Volodya’s face softens when he spots his brother, splitting into a big grin as he walks towards us.
He says something in Russian before Vasily wraps an arm around him in an affectionate hug.
The other guys with him start chatting with Ilya and Andrei while I stand around trying not to look awkward.
Vasily reaches out for me to pull me closer when I feel a pair of arms wrap around me and lift me up in a big bear hug.
I squeal in surprise, but know it must be okay because Vasily just laughs and gives me a wink.
“Hey, little sister,” a thick accent says before letting me go.
Valeri’s smiling face looks down at me, showing me the dimple I’d seen in the photos.
His green eyes are lit up with amusement.
“So you’re the American who swept my brother off his feet.
I honestly never thought it would happen, but I’m glad it did.
” He gives me a wink and kisses my cheek. “Welcome to the family.”
Vasily pulls me away and back into his arms, which makes Valeri laugh and shoot me another wink. It’s obvious he’s the carefree, happy-go-lucky younger brother, but beneath that, I’m betting he’s just as lethal as his brothers. Valeri comes up and gives Vasily a hug.
“Why didn’t you tell me you were coming?” Vasily asks him, switching to English for my benefit.
“I thought it would be better to surprise you. Plus, I knew you’d just try and talk me out of it.”
“I would have. You’re leaving Moscow empty.
” I hear the chastisement in Vasily’s voice, but Valeri waves it away with what I’m sure is a practiced move.
“It’s fine, Vasya. No one knows we’re all three gone, and I’ve got a ton of people watching over things.
First sign of trouble and my fine ass will be on that plane heading home. ”
Vasily sighs but doesn’t argue. He turns to Volodya. “Nina, this is my other brother, Volodya.” Vasily’s eyes light up with mischief when he adds, “He’s the one I was on the phone with last night.”
My face heats up while Vasily fights a laugh.
If Volodya picked up on anything last night, he’s hiding it well.
I can tell I’m not going to be getting an exuberant bear hug out of this brother.
He smiles and holds his hand out to me to shake.
His brown eyes are a caramel color and lack the warmth that I see in his brothers.
They aren’t cruel, just very guarded. I shake his hand and smile.
Valeri laughs and says, “Don’t be so formal. We’re in America now. You need to lighten up.”
Volodya shoots him a look that goes unseen because Valeri is too busy hugging Svetlana and spinning her around while she laughs and says something in Russian while Andrei discreetly watches her with a smile on his face.
By the time we leave the airport, all eyes are on us because twenty gorgeous Russian men in suits does not go unnoticed.
Andrei and Ilya had each driven an SUV, so there’s plenty of room for everyone, and when I give Vasily a hug before jumping in the back of the Porsche, he leans down and looks at me like I’m crazy.
“You’re my wife, Nina. You don’t ride in the back.”
I laugh and insist I’m fine. “I’m sure you want to talk business, and there’s no way in hell Volodya is fitting back here.”
Valeri jumps in the back next to me while I earn some bonus points with Volodya, who gives me a grateful smile and fits his large frame into the passenger seat.
“Hey, don’t scoot the seat back,” Valeri yells, already scrunched up in the seat next to me.
Volodya says something in Russian that makes his brothers laugh.
Vasily reaches back and squeezes my thigh before starting the car and getting us out of here.
They switch to Russian, discussing business while I sit back and watch.
I love learning more about Vasily, and seeing him with his brothers is going to show me a whole new side of him.