Chapter 11 #3
He doesn’t have to ask me twice. I turn and face the other building, every instinct on high alert. I can sense them behind me, and because I know I’m not supposed to look back, it’s almost impossible not to. I fight the urge and keep my eyes glued to the old, dirty brick wall in front of me.
“You good, baby?”
“Yes,” I whisper.
As soon as he hears my answer, I hear something wet and fleshy and then Steve’s deep groan followed by a repeated gruesome squelching sound that I hope to never fucking hear again as long as I live, and then a heavy, dense thud that I can only assume is his body hitting the ground.
I don’t turn around. Not when I hear Valeri breathing right behind me, not when I hear Russian being yelled and I know his brothers are here, and not even when Valeri whispers my name and presses his body against mine, wrapping an arm around my upper chest and kissing my temple.
I see the blood on his hand. It’s smeared like he tried to quickly brush it away, but it’s there.
The memory of the red stains I saw on his pants before I gave him a blowjob take on a whole new meaning.
“It’s okay, baby,” he whispers.
I recognize the voices around me even if I don’t understand the words being spoken.
Vasily and Volodya are here, and they’ve brought Nikolai and Ilya.
Valeri talks to them while his thumb caresses my collarbone and the curve of my neck.
The touch is comforting, and I cling to it while my mind still refuses to process what just happened.
My boyfriend just killed a man, and I stood here and listened to it.
Just like seeing Valeri with that baseball bat, it’s impossible for me to grasp both sides of him.
He’s terrifying when he’s in Bratva mode, but even when he was angry and seconds away from ending a man’s life, he still kept his voice gentle for me and waited until I was turned around so I wouldn’t have to live with that image in my head.
He keeps me facing towards the wall until I hear what has to be the sound of Steve’s body been dragged further down the alley.
Gently turning me around, he keeps his arm wrapped around me and my body pressed tightly against his with his hand cupping the back of my head.
While he talks to his brothers, he runs his fingers through my hair, and it’s so damn soothing that I soon forget we’re still standing in a grimy alley while his friends dispose of the man he just killed.
I surround myself in the familiar scent of his cologne and the feel of him—his fingers in my hair, his hard chest pressed up against me, the comforting sound of his heart beating a steady rhythm into my ear.
When I wrap my arms tighter around him, he kisses my head and whispers, “You’re doing so good, baby. I’m so damn proud of you.”
I’m about to ask what the hell he could possibly be proud of when all I did was close my eyes and manage to not piss my pants, but then he’s turning us and saying something in Russian.
I look over and see Steve’s motorcycle. Valeri’s pointing to the topless mermaid with the blue tail that’s painted on the gas can and telling his brothers something.
“It’s the same picture Lyle has on his,” I say, and even though my voice is barely more than a whisper, Valeri hears it and looks down at me.
“What, baby?”
“The mermaid, it’s the same one that Lyle has painted on his gas can. He once came by the house with a few other bikers, and they all had the same mermaid.”
He looks over my head at his brothers and says something else in Russian before looking back down at me. “Do you know where they hang out?”
“Yeah, it’s the same bar my dad goes to drink at. It’s called the Blue Lagoon. It’s not too far from my dad’s house.”
Valeri smiles and kisses my forehead. “Thanks, baby.”
He seems excited, but I can’t for the life of me figure out why.
Laughing, he speaks Russian to his brothers and keeps stroking my hair.
Nikolai and Ilya come back down the alley, and when they hear what’s going on, they both smile and laugh too.
Nikolai hands Valeri a set of keys and then surprises me by giving my shoulder a soft squeeze.
“You doing okay, Evie?” he asks.
I turn my head and smile up at him. “Yeah, it’s been an exciting few days.”
“Yeah, I bet,” he says with a laugh.
I look over and see Vasily smiling at me while Volodya gives me a nod and a small smile, which I’m learning is all you get if you’re not Maddie.
“Welcome to the family,” Vasily says, making me laugh.
“No going back now,” Volodya adds and then laughs when Vasily smacks his arm and says, “Way to scare the hell out of her.”
“It’s okay,” I tell them. “I don’t want to go back,” and despite everything I’ve seen, it’s true. I love Valeri, and this is a big part of who he is. I can either accept it, or I can run and never see him again. No way in hell am I doing that. Just the thought of it has me squeezing him tighter.
He returns my hug and says something in Russian that makes his brothers laugh. Nikolai walks over to Steve’s bike and hikes a leg over. “I’ll go dump this,” he tells them. He looks at Ilya, “Follow me so I can ride back with you, and then we can do the body.”
Ilya nods and when Nikolai starts the bike and drives off, Ilya tells us a quick goodbye and then runs down the alley to catch up.
Vasily and Volodya each give me a pat on the back before they start walking off.
They say a few more things to Valeri before waving and disappearing around the corner.
I’m about to say something, but my words are cut off when he cups my face and tilts me up right before he presses his lips to mine.
His hands tangle in my hair, fisting the long strands and deepening the kiss, coaxing my tongue with his until I’m kissing him just as hard as he’s kissing me.
He groans and picks me up, carrying me the short distance to the brick wall before setting me back on my feet and bracing his hands on either side of my head.
“I need you,” he whispers against my lips before pinching my bottom lip between his teeth and giving it a soft tug.
Running one hand down my body, he cups my pussy in a possessive grip that makes my hips automatically rock against him.
“I need to be inside you, baby. I need to feel your tight, wet pussy wrapped around me. I need to remind myself that you’re safe. ”
I nod and grip his shoulders as he roughly unbuttons my pants and yanks them down. He groans and cups my bare pussy, plunging three fingers inside as I gasp and cling to him.
“So fucking wet for me,” he growls against my lips, finger-fucking me harder and faster, filling the dirty alley with the erotic, wet sounds.
“That’s my good girl,” he murmurs when my body starts to tense, already so close to the edge.
He brings his other hand between us and starts to rub my clit while his fingers dive into me again and again.
“Valeri,” I whimper as my legs start to shake.
He smiles against my lips and rubs me harder, throwing me into the orgasm and shattering me into a million pieces. The rough brick digs into my back as I pull him closer and bury my face in his neck, pulling his shirt down enough so I can sink my teeth into his skin.
“Fuck!” he growls when I break the skin and taste blood. Fisting my hair, he pulls me back and the wicked grin on his face should be a warning, but I’m too far gone to care. “My girl wants it rough tonight?”
“Yes.” I slide my hands down his body and undo the button on his jeans. I work the zipper down, but it’s too slow for him. He takes over, freeing his large cock and then grabbing my hips and lifting me up.
His fingers dig into my ass as he presses the head of his cock against my slit. “Eyes on me,” he growls.
I meet his green eyes, only taking them off him for a second when he slams into me and they roll back before I can stop it. My lips part on a gasp from the shock of having all of him at once.
“Fuck, you feel good, baby. So hot and wet, and so goddamn tight.”
He doesn’t go easy on me. Every thrust is hard and deep, every kiss is a bruise to my lips, and I can feel the anger radiating off him from what happened tonight, but it’s not directed at me.
Underneath all that rage is a fear that I could’ve been hurt, and this brutal fuck is his way of proving to himself that I’m here, that I’m his, and that he owns me fully.
I fist his hair and give his tongue a suck that has him gripping my ass even tighter.
Without letting up, he brings a hand between us, soaking his fingers in our joined arousal before bringing them back to my ass.
He smiles against my lips when I let out a surprised yelp at the feel of his finger pressed against my asshole.
“Mine, sweetheart,” he murmurs against my lips. “Every goddamn part of you is mine.”
I nod my head as he slowly slides his finger into me while he keeps fucking my pussy like he owns it. The warring sensations flood through me, making everything else disappear. He buries his finger to the hilt, fingering my ass slowly while he speeds his hips up.
“Valeri,” I moan, clinging to him so tightly I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to let go. “Oh god!” I scream as the orgasm slams into me.
“That’s right, baby,” he growls. “I’m your god. I’m your fucking everything, just like you are to me. Now take my cum like a good fucking girl.”
My ass and pussy clench down on him, pulling a feral-sounding growl from him as he buries himself inside me and lets go.
Every pulse of his cock heightens my pleasure until I’m coming again before I’ve even fully come down from the first. My body shudders as I kiss him slowly, savoring the sensation of him growing soft inside me while he keeps his finger buried in my ass and the aftershocks leave me breathless.
“Holy shit,” I whisper, making him laugh.
“Look at me, baby.”
I pull back and look at him, still reeling from the orgasms. Thanks to a streetlamp not too far away, there’s enough of a glow for us to see one another. His eyes soften as they run over my face.
“Was I too rough?”
I smile and cup his face. “No. It was perfect.”
He gives me a gentle kiss and rests his forehead against mine. “I’m sorry about tonight. I need you to know that I would never let anything happen to you. I will kill anyone who hurts you or anyone who even threatens to. It will be the last fucking thing they ever do.”
“I know you would, and I’m okay. I knew you’d keep me safe.” I brush aside a strand of hair from his forehead. “You going to keep your finger in my ass all night?”
He laughs and kisses the tip of my nose. “I might. It feels damn good, especially when you come and tighten around me.”
“I never thought I’d like anything like that,” I admit.
“But you do?”
I blush even harder and nod my head. “I do.”
“God, there are so many things I want to do to you, baby.” He gives me one more kiss while slowly sliding his finger out of my ass and lifting me off his cock. Setting me down, he gently pulls my pants back and then tucks himself away.
“I’m sorry I bit you so hard,” I say, sliding his T-shirt down enough to see the mark I left on him.
He laughs and smacks my ass. “I fucking loved it, baby. You can bite me anytime you want.”
I smile as he grabs my hand and pulls me against him, leading me out of the alley that’s no longer scary at all. The sight of his destroyed car makes me pause on the sidewalk.
“I’m so sorry about your car. I don’t know what Lyle was thinking.”
“It’s not your fault, and don’t worry, Mac loves a challenge. I’ve already texted him. He’s going to tow it back to his garage and get started on it tomorrow.”
He leads me to a black motorcycle that’s parked near the curb. “It’s Nikolai’s,” he says when I look back up at him. He grabs the helmet and gives me a kiss before slipping it over my head.
“But you don’t have one,” I say.
He pats the top of my helmeted head. “I’ll be fine, baby.”
I watch him get on and start the bike. I thought that Valeri couldn’t get any sexier, but seeing him on that black motorcycle proves me wrong. Even though my face is shielded by the helmet, he can read my body language when he looks over at me. He laughs and gives me a wink.
“You know, sweetheart, I do own a motorcycle just like this, and I can take you for a ride anytime you want.”
He gives me a wink and motions for me to get on.
I position myself on the back and wrap my arms tightly around him, already planning a million different scenarios that involve Valeri on a motorcycle.
He reaches back and gives my thigh a comforting squeeze before pulling away from the curb and speeding down the street.
I’ve never been on a motorcycle, and it’s just as much fun as I always imagined it would be.
The rev of the engine, the feel of his abs beneath my fingers, and the thrill of zooming through traffic pulls an ecstatic laugh from me that has him reaching back to give my leg another pat.
Life with Valeri is never going to be dull.