Chapter 6
Volodya
Iwatch Maddie run inside like her ass is on fire while my cock strains painfully against my jeans.
I hadn’t expected her to start touching herself under the damn water, and the sight of it had nearly made me lose all control.
She has no idea how close she just came to getting fucked in my backyard.
My little kiska is playing with fire, and it’s only a matter of time before we both go up in flames.
Giving a low whistle, I make my dogs sit in a line and then grab the shower nozzle so I can rinse all three of them off.
They sit there and take it, not looking the slightest bit guilty about the messy fun they had.
When I’ve toweled them off, I let them in and place a quick order for pizza.
By the time Maddie comes downstairs, the pizza is on the counter, and I’m very close to losing what little willpower I have.
She walks in and my jaw tenses because she looks like a girl who just fucked herself.
Her face is flushed, her pupils still blown from her climax, and she refuses to meet my eyes.
It pisses me the fuck off.
Grabbing two plates, I put them on the counter a little harder than necessary, taking pleasure from the fact that it makes her jump. I fill her plate and hand it to her, refusing to let go until she meets my eyes.
“Feeling better?” I ask, lifting a dark brow at her.
Her cheeks heat up even more. “Yes, thanks,” she quickly says, taking the plate. “I’m sorry about supper. It won’t happen again.”
“I don’t care about supper, Maddie.”
I motion for her to follow me as I lead the way to the media room.
Sitting at one end of the leather couch, I stretch my legs out on an ottoman and watch her hesitate on where to sit.
The couch is huge, plenty of room for her to choose.
I fight a smile when she chooses the cushion next to me and sits cross-legged while holding her plate in her hands.
“What do you like to watch?”
“Anything,” she says. “But not horror, please.”
“Don’t like to be scared, kiska?”
“I get scared easily, yes, but I’m more worried about trying to keep my pizza down while watching a bunch of gore.”
“Fair enough,” I say, flipping through the options.
“Ooh, that looks good,” she quickly says when a Nordic crime show appears.
“I thought you didn’t like scary things and gore.”
She puts her pizza down and looks at me. “It’s not the same thing. This is a detective show. He solves crimes and stuff. Dead bodies are shown, but it’s not the same thing as watching a horror movie with jump scares.”
When I click on it, she says, “But you have to put the subtitles on because I don’t speak Finnish. There’s some Russian in it, too.”
“You’ve seen it before?”
“Just part of the first episode. It’s really good, though. You’re gonna like it.”
I can’t help but give a small smile at her enthusiasm.
She hasn’t been here long at all, and already it feels perfectly natural to just sit back and watch TV with her while we eat.
I don’t relax around people, and I never let my guard down, but it’s surprisingly easy to do around her.
I finish off my plate and get some more.
She smiles when I drop a couple more slices on her plate as well.
“Thanks,” she murmurs around the huge bite she just took.
The few times I’ve bothered to take a woman to dinner, they didn’t eat like Maddie.
They ordered garden salads and wine and then sat there sharpening their claws and trying to decide where best to dig them into me.
A Bratva boss is a trophy to most women, a ferocious beast they think they can control and use, and I’ve never wanted any part of it.
I’m only human, though, and it doesn’t stop me from admiring the beauty sitting right next to me.
Leaning back against the couch, the day starts to catch up to me.
It’s been almost forty hours since I’ve gotten any sleep, and with my stomach full and the comfortable couch beneath me, it doesn’t take long before I’ve fallen asleep.
I go from being completely knocked out to fully alert in seconds.
The feel of someone’s fingers on my face has my instincts taking over and before my brain has any idea of what the fuck is going on, I’m lying on top of Maddie with a knife pressed to her slender throat and both her wrists pinned above her head—a position that’s becoming common for us.
“Volodya,” she whispers, terror making her voice thick and husky.
I don’t move. Instead, I become fully aware of the way her body is molded to mine. The soft, feminine curves pressing against me. Leaning closer, I look into her grey eyes, wide with fright but underneath the terror is a lust that threatens to undo me. I know she can feel how hard I am.
“You shouldn’t sneak up on me, kiska,” I whisper against her cheek. “Were you trying to touch me?”
She lets out a soft moan when I rock my hips, digging my cock even harder into her thigh.
“Can you move the knife?” she whispers.
I smile and hover my lips over hers. “Tell me something first. Did you fuck yourself after you started giving me a little striptease? You were awfully flushed when you came back into the kitchen.”
“What?”
I very briefly drag my lips over hers, smiling when I hear the hitch in her breath.
Running my nose along her cheek, I whisper in her ear.
“You know what I’m talking about, Maddie.
I want to know if you fucked that sweet pussy after I wrapped you in a towel and sent you scurrying inside like a scared little rabbit. ”
When she hesitates, I give her earlobe a soft bite. “Tell me.”
“Yes.” Her voice is a breathy rush and it has my cock growing even bigger, desperate to get inside her.
“What did you think about?”
“Seriously?” she hisses, making me give a soft laugh.
I keep the knife at her throat, but I’m careful to not break skin. If she had any idea how sharp I keep my knives, she’d be pissing herself again.
“I thought about you,” she whispers.
“I already know that, kiska,” I say, making her glare at me. “I want details. How did you imagine me fucking you?”
She hesitates for a moment before saying, “I thought about you taking me outside, when I was wet and under the shower.”
“Are you wet for me now?”
I drag my nose along her skin, breathing her in before hovering my lips above hers again.
“Yes,” she pants, and, fuck, it would be so easy to shove her pants down and bury myself inside her.
Something tells me Maddie isn’t a one-fuck girl, and that knowledge is enough to have me gaining some control back.
The feel of her pussy wrapped around my cock is something that I know I’d want more of, and that can’t happen.
With a groan, I pull the knife back, running my thumb over her unmarked skin. Sitting up, I run my eyes over her, noticing the way her nipples are straining against her pajama top, the flush to her cheeks, and the sight of her wet tongue running over her bottom lip as she watches me.
“Go to bed, Maddie” I tell her, ignoring the flash of pain that runs through her eyes.
“What?”
“You heard me.” I put the knife back in the sheath that rests against my lower back.
I have another on my ankle, and I usually carry at least two more, but I’d packed light today.
When she keeps lying there, I growl, “Better run fast, little kiska, before I decide to chase after you again. Trust me when I say you won’t like it if I do.
I’m tired and using the last of my willpower right now. It won’t be gentle.”
She hears the truth in my words, and her self-preservation finally kicks into gear.
Scurrying up, she takes one last look at me, debating whether or not she wants a painfully hard fuck in the hallway.
She sees the predatory look on my face, the way my lips curl up in a snarl and my hands clench into fists before turning on her heels and bolting out the door.
Wise choice, kiska.
I fall back against the couch and take several deep breaths.
It takes a long time to get myself under control, but when I do, I stand and grab our plates before going to the kitchen.
I clean up and spend a few minutes with the dogs.
I’m exhausted and frustrated and more than ready to just go to sleep.
When I do finally manage to drift off, it’s not the reprieve I’d been hoping for.
Maddie haunts my dreams, not giving me a moment’s peace, and when I wake up the next morning, I’m just as irritated as when I first laid down.
Forcing myself to get out of bed, I decide a workout is the only thing that’s going to make me feel better.
I spend the next ninety minutes punching the bag and running on the treadmill.
By the time I finish, every part of my body is humming with energy.
My muscles are burning, I’m covered in sweat, and my brain feels more alert than it has in days.
I toss my shirt over my shoulder and leave the room.
Maddie’s in the kitchen when I go to grab a bottle of water. She takes one look at me and turns beet red. Her eyes run over the large bear tattoo on my chest before taking in all the others that cover my upper body. When she finally finds my eyes, I give her a wink and get my water.
“Um,” she stutters, and seeing her so flushed has me realizing that I need to get my ass into a cold shower as quickly as possible. “I’ll get started on breakfast while you, um, get cleaned up.”
She’s chewing on her bottom lip and looking like she wants to eat me for breakfast, but I turn and head back to my room instead of giving us what we both want.
I don’t subject myself to a cold shower.
I take a nice hot one and jerk off harder than I ever have in my life, painting the fucking tiled wall with my seed as I hiss her name into the steam.
Jesus fucking Christ.