CHAPTER 13
KIRILL
The closer I get to home, the more excited I am.
Normally I can get lost in work and not care how much time I’m putting in.
Knowing Oaklynn is at home and waiting on us has changed everything.
I even left before Baker and Maxim today, but I have no doubt that they’ll be right behind me.
This is exactly why we normally all drive into work separately.
Not only are we not trying to bring attention to the fact that we’re all living together, but you never know how plans can change throughout the day.
Having freedom when it comes to transportation means we can adapt as needed.
It means today I’m pulling through the gate and toward our home even faster.
My heart is pounding as I head through the front door.
The first thing I notice is the light scent of vanilla and chocolate from the cookies Oaklynn baked earlier.
But there’s something else in the air as well with a hint of spice.
My mouth is watering.
I could have watched every move she made today, but I forced myself not to.
I wanted to be surprised when I came home and I wanted her to be able to get comfortable without being watched all the time, even though she wouldn’t have known it was happening.
I hear a giggle coming from the kitchen and my feet travel in that direction without really thinking about it.
The sight of our woman with a big smile on her face while cooking in the kitchen is something I’ll never forget.
The chaos inside of me settles.
Even if it lasts for only a few minutes, it’s a welcome respite.
Huck is sitting at the kitchen island while gazing at our woman like she hung the moon and spread the stars throughout the sky.
I can’t even give him sit for it because I’m sure she does all of that and more.
“What are you up to, Solnishko ?”
Oaklynn’s head snaps in my direction with my question, her smile slipping before it comes back even brighter than before.
My heart skips a beat when she does.
I’ve never had anyone look at me the way she’s looking at me right now.
What surprises me the most is the trust in her eyes.
When I glance at Huck, I arch an eyebrow in question.
The smug look he shoots my way has me even more curious about what the pair has been up to today.
“I’m cooking dinner,” our woman sasses and I can’t help but chuckle.
“I can see that,” I tease as I step closer and lean against the island.
“What are you making? It smells delicious.”
Oaklynn’s cheeks turn a light shade of pink that has me wondering how far down the color goes.
She looks shyly at Huck, but I don’t feel even a hint of jealousy.
It’s not like I would be able to share our woman with just anyone.
The thought of some random man even looking at Oaklynn makes me see red and my fingers twitch to grab my gun.
It would only take a few murders for people to get the picture.
But I wouldn’t even think twice about it.
When the front door opens again, I smirk because I know Maxim and Baker will be walking in together.
Their competitiveness wouldn’t’ allow anything less.
“I can’t believe you cut me off like that,” Baker growls.
Maxim walks into the kitchen as he throws over his shoulder, “You always say you’re a better driver, but who pulled up first? It’s not my fault that you’re not as good as you think you are.”
“You’re going to kill someone someday,” Baker snarks.
Maxim barks out a laugh knowing full well we’ve all killed our fair share.
Sure, that’s not what he meant, but it’s still funny.
Oaklynn giggles and the four of us freeze and look over at her.
When she notices our attention, she freezes in place and the smile on her lips falls slowly.
“It’s funny because you’re already killers,” Oaklynn blurts and then gasps as she slaps her hands over her mouth.
Huck throws his head back as he laughs hard.
The rest of us are too shocked to know how to react.
What the fuck have they been up to this afternoon?
I might not have felt any jealousy earlier, but the thought of them having some sort of inside joke has me seething.
With my jaw clenched tight, I take some deep breaths.
Huck calms and glances at Oaklynn like she’s everything.
“I showed our woman my secret room and explained a little bit about what I’ve been working on and what my role is around here.”
Maxim, shocking the hell out of me, steps forward and grunts, “You did what?”
Huck doesn’t look at all apologetic as he explains, “We can’t expect Oaklynn to trust us if we aren’t willing to trust her. She can handle the truth and I’m not going to allow her to be more vulnerable because she’s been left in the dark.”
“I already knew my father wasn’t a good man,” Oaklynn points out.
She sounds like she’s talking about the weather, and I hate that for her.
But I’m not surprised she’s able to accept who her father really is and let him go this easily.
Hopefully, she won’t resent us when the day comes to kill him.
Even though he’s an abusive asshole, he is still her dad.
That means something, even if what it means now is darkness and pain.
She grumbles, a hint of bitterness in her voice, “And he’s a broke man which means he’s going to try and get money out of you immediately. Once he knows that I’m here, he’s going to be even more eager about doing business with you.”
“I’m going to be calling him tomorrow to let him know you’re here and that you’ll soon be my wife, but you don’t need to worry about him,” I tell our woman as I straighten up to my full height.
Shocking the fuck out of me, she glares at me even though I can see the fear in her eyes.
“I do,” she insists.
“He’s my father. I don’t believe that I’m responsible for his actions, but I do have a vested interest in making sure that he’s no longer a threat to me or anyone else. While there was no way for me to know, I feel partially complicit in the lives that he’s ruined.”
My chest cracks open and I close the distance between us with long strides.
She doesn’t flinch away when I reach up and cup her face in my hands.
“You are not responsible for your father’s actions.”
“I know,” she whispers, “but that doesn’t make me feel like I didn’t benefit from the pain of someone else. I didn’t know about it, but it still hurts to know it was happening behind my back. And this time he tried to pull me into his bullshit by using me as a bargaining chip now that he’s broke,” even I can hear the bitterness in my voice.
“I’m glad he did,” I admit, my words filled with sincerity.
Her brown eyes sparkle and I know she can hear the compliment and awe underneath my words.
I get lost in her eyes for a moment, everything in me looking forward to being able to look into them every day for the rest of my life.
Suddenly, Baker is there, hooking an arm around our woman’s waist and pulls her away from me.
I narrow my eyes at him, the threat obvious, but he simply ignores me.
“Too much heavy stuff, little bee,” he murmurs.
When he nips at her shoulder, she lets out a small yelp of surprise that quickly becomes laughter filled with joy.
The way she looks at him—a mix of adoration and annoyance—has me grinning.
This is family, the one I’ve always wanted and dreamed about.
“What is for dinner?” The question is muffled as Baker buries his face in the crook of Oaklynn’s neck.
“It’s just spaghetti,” she says with a hint of nervousness in her voice.
“It’s not nearly as fancy as what Maxim cooked last night, but I wanted to do something for all of you.”
“You don’t need to do that,” I insist.
“Having you here is enough for all of us.”
“He’s right,” Maxim backs me up.
The smile Oaklynn gives us is sweet with a side of indulgent.
“I like cooking, but I’m not very good at it. I wasn’t allowed to cook at home because my father had a chef. It’s kind of ironic considering that he wanted to sell me off to be a wife. Doesn’t that mean I should just be barefoot and pregnant in the kitchen?”
The thought of her being pregnant, in any room in the house, has my cock hardening so quick that I feel a little dizzy.
When I look over at Maxim, he’s smirking as if he can read my mind.
I’m sure if I were to bring it up to the guys, they would try and compete over who can knock her up first.
Not that it’ll matter, any kids she gives us will be all of ours.
“How can I help, little bee?”
Oaklynn leans back into Baker, her body relaxed, as she gives me a shy smile.
“We just need to plate up and we can eat.”
We all move together, working on grabbing plates, dishing up spaghetti, pouring wine, and taking the salad over to the table.
The moment we all sit down together, it’s as if we take a collective breath.
It’s cleansing.
“Even though there may be days that we can’t all have dinner together, I want to do it as often as possible,” I tell my family.
My family.
That’s exactly what we are.
I’ll kill anyone who tries to take this away from me, from us.
The topics of conversation are light as we eat together.
The peace that settles around us won’t last forever, we all know it, but for now we soak it up.
Maxim even drops his lackadaisical attitude and becomes more like the boy I remember him being.
When I can’t handle it anymore and we’re done eating, I stand up and scoop Oaklynn up and hold her against my chest.
Her arms wrap around my neck as she gasps in surprise.
“What are you doing?”
I chuckle and look around the table, giving a chin lift knowing they’ll take care of the dishes.
My feet move quickly as I head toward the stairs and then toward my room.
“I’m stealing you away because I need you, Solnishko ,” my voice is husky and filled with need.
“What about the dishes?”
“They can clean up and it wouldn’t be for you to do since you cooked,” I point out.
When she burrows deeper into my hold, I move faster, needing her in my bed so I can sink inside of her.
I already know that her tight channel is going to feel so fucking good wrapped around me.
I kick the door of my room open with my foot and step inside.
When I slide her down my front, I’m sure she can feel every hard inch of me.
Even though I’m usually so controlled, frantic need takes over and I strip the both of us.
I need to feel the burn of her skin against mine.
When I yank her against me, a long, low moan comes from deep in her chest.
Oaklynn steps back away from me and I follow her, closing every inch she makes for herself.
The back of her knees hit the bed, and she sits down on the edge of it slowly.
Her grabby hands and the way she licks her lips has me stepping even closer.
I almost come when she leans forward and swipes her tongue over the crown of my cock, collecting the pre-cum there.
The moan she lets out is delicious.
I want to hear her pleasure and the fact that she’s not holding back makes my cock twitch.
“Fuck,” I grit out through my teeth.
“I already know your mouth is going to ruin me.”
She grins up at me before swirling her tongue around my cock before using the tip of it to tease along the veins pumping up my length.
My fingers dive into her hair and I wrench her head backward, needing to see her eyes.
“As much as I want to fuck your face, I need to bury myself inside your sweet cunt. I haven’t been able to think of anything else since the moment I saw you at the restaurant. It’s been the sweetest torture, but I’m done denying myself.”
I don’t wait for her to respond; I don’t need her to.
The way her eyes sparkle with need and desire is more than enough to tell me that she wants this just as much as I do.
When I reach down and grip her underneath her arms, I toss her farther back on the bed and her tinkling laughter fills the room.
Knowing she’s not afraid of me, that she doesn’t want to run, has my control slipping.
I know she may not trust me completely, but she will.
In time.
Crawling up her body, her soft skin calls to me.
My lips slide along her body, kissing, nipping, and sucking as I move over her.
Her legs fall open, welcoming me into the cradle of her thighs.
My cock, hard and ready, rests between the lips of her pussy and allowing me to feel just how soaked she is for me.
I should worship her.
I should take my time.
Oaklynn must see the indecision written on my face because she reaches up and cups my jaw in her small hands.
The way her fingers feel against the stubble has me thinking about burying my face between her thighs to abrade them.
I want her to be able to feel me for days.
Everywhere.
“I don’t need you to be gentle with me, Kirill,” her voice is a seductive rasp.
My eyes narrow as she looks at me and a soft pink colors her cheeks.
“I’m not a virgin. I was never going to allow my father to use that against me. It was going to be my choice who I gave my body to,” she sighs, a look of sadness flitting across her face for a moment before she adds, “at least the first time.”
“He’ll never hurt you again,” I snarl the words.
I slam my mouth down on hers, the kiss is all teeth and tongue.
It’s dark and desperate.
It’s everything I knew it would be and so much more.
Her back arches and she moans, “Kirill, I need you.”
“I’ll always give you what you need, Solnishko ,” I vow.
Reaching between us, I grip the base of my cock and slide the head up and down her dewy slit.
When I notch myself at her entrance, I punch my hips forward, needing to feel her pussy stretch around my cock.
The gasp that comes from our woman is a sound mixed with pleasure and pain.
It’s music to my fucking ears.
“The next time I’m inside you,” I pant, “you’ll be on your hands and knees so I can slap your perfect ass as I pound into you.”
Her walls clamp down around me as she gets slicker, telling me exactly what she thinks about my demand.
And it is a demand.
Our tongues tangle as I start to move my hips, fucking her hard while keeping my pace steady.
I’m not chasing my nut; I want this to last as long as possible.
“So tight,” I grunt.
“Never want to leave your sweet cunt.”
Oaklynn’s eyes are glassy with pleasure as her legs wrap around my hips and she uses her heels like spurs against my ass, encouraging me to fuck her faster.
But I don’t lose my rhythm and she’s going to learn that she’s not in charge.
Not when I’m buried inside of her.
I prop myself up on one forearm near her head as my other hand comes up and wraps around our woman’s delicate throat.
Her body relaxes underneath me and her eyes flare with curiosity.
She might not be a virgin, but it’s clear there is so much she hasn’t explored.
I’m more than happy to be one of the men who shows her just how much pleasure her body is capable of feeling.
It’ll be my greatest joy.
When I speed up just a little, our woman angles her hips just enough that she’s moaning and panting with every stroke.
Every glide against her g-spot has her getting closer to her release.
I know it’ll be the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
Her face is so expressive.
The way her eyebrows are pulled in slightly in concentration, her lips parted with panting breaths, and her cheeks pink with pleasure.
“So full,” she moans, her hips moving to meet my thrusts and her nails digging into my back.
It’s almost too much.
Her arm wraps around my neck, pulling me down to her to fuse our mouths together.
I swallow down the whimpers coming from her as I start to fuck her harder.
The need to blow inside of her, to paint her walls with my cum is almost too much.
The thought of her getting pregnant, of her carrying our child, has my balls drawing up and my entire body tingling.
It isn’t the right time, not with my enemies.
But, then again, is there ever a right time?
I’ll always have enemies.
There will always be someone who wants to take the power I’ve secured away from me.
The only thing that will keep our woman safe is to be stronger, faster, smarter, and more than willing to kill anyone who even looks at my family sideways.
“Fuck,” I grunt against her lips, “your pussy is begging for my cum, isn’t it, Solnishko .”
Her walls flutter around my shaft and I give her neck a squeeze, not enough to cut off her air, but enough to remind her of the power I hold in my hands.
I pull back enough to look down into her lust darkened eyes to find them glazed over and begging for more.
“Touch yourself,” I command, “I need you feel you come all over my cock.”
Her hand snakes between our bodies and I know the moment she touches her clit because her back bows off the bed and she lets out a gasp.
My hand tightens just a little bit more around her neck.
The tension mounts with every thrust, pushing us closer and closer to the edge.
When we tip over the edge, bliss shatters around us, sending us flying.
My eyes lose focus, but I don’t tear my eyes away from watching the way Oaklynn’s face becomes awash of pleasure from her orgasm.
Her channel pulses while the muscles of her body are strung tight.
I fuck her through it but know keeping control is a losing battle.
Thrusting three more times, I bury myself to the hilt inside of her and roar out her name.
Every jet of cum borders on the verge of painful, that’s how hard I come.
We’re both frozen in the sensation until it ebbs.
Slumping over her body, my lips find the sensitive flesh of her neck.
I kiss her there, whispering words I’m not even aware of but it doesn’t even bother me.
How could it when I have our woman underneath me and her limbs are wrapped around me like she’s never letting me go?