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Dorian
Two weeks had passed since the talk with Lorenzo, and nothing suggested we were at war.
My marriage to Nina went public, causing a minor earthquake, and Sonny Carlile left New York for a few days, probably to escape the public humiliation and questions about why his PR team had announced an engagement to Nina while she was already with another man.
Zyon kept repeating that I should be vigilant about him. Sonny had every reason to want revenge, and my senses were constantly on alert. I even moved Sasha and three others to my house just as a precaution.
Lorenzo announced that he was stepping down as the head of the Valentino family, with Nina taking the lead.
And Malin worked like a fucking workaholic to find out everything possible about The Circle.
He already had a thin file, and it didn’t grow any thicker, no matter how many hours he spent hammering away at his laptop.
But he did provide something useful, at least. Three names connected to the organization. It wasn’t rock-solid information, but as he claimed, those names appeared multiple times on the dark web, posted by people who swore they’d escaped the network.
Sebastian Ward, United States District Judge for the Southern District of New York.
Dennise Armolette, Chairman of Meridian National Bank, one of America’s largest private banking institutions.
And eventually, he found leads suggesting that a certain Meredith Cole, a candidate for NY mayor, was involved, too.
My stomach knotted every time I replayed the conversation with my brothers in Malin’s hospital room. We couldn’t just declare war on a judge. It was wild, unprecedented. Yet the federal trafficking and corruption cases that passed through Ward’s courtroom gave us enough reason to watch him.
Evidence disappeared on technicalities. Warrants were denied without explanation.
Defendants connected to the same charities received laughable sentences, while investigators pursuing them found their cases sealed or reassigned.
None of it proved he belonged to the Circle.
Together, however, the decisions formed a pattern too precise to be accidental.
“Is there something we can do to make his job harder before locking him up in a dungeon?” Zyon asked, glancing at the sun slowly disappearing behind the Manhattan skyscrapers. “Because once we do it, they’ll know we know.”
“We can hit him with a car,” I suggested, chuckling at their unamused expressions. “What? It’s the easiest solution. If a drunk driver runs him over, how can anyone tie it to us?”
“Do you have someone particular in mind?” Zyon leaned against the wall, arms crossed.
“More than a few,” Malin grumbled, pounding his fingers ferociously on his laptop keyboard. Over the past couple of weeks, he turned his hospital room into an office. “But.” He raised his eyes from the screen. “Maybe we can make someone look into him.”
“They’ll stop it,” Zyon sighed. “We’re criminals and can make investigations disappear. Can you imagine their power?”
“Have a little faith, boss.” Malin leaned against the wooden headboard. “There are still good people among us.”
“So poetic, sunshine.” I grinned, nudging his leg playfully. “The hit to your head gave you a factory reset?”
Zyon chuckled, and the tiniest smile appeared at the corner of Malin’s mouth.
“The boy was successfully rescued last night,” he revealed, masking the relief behind a stern expression, but his eyes betrayed him.
A brief flicker of happiness appeared before it vanished, but it was there.
I saw it. “The good guys went against the odds. Followed the anonymous leads and found him.”
“Good job,” Zyon praised. “I hope you have phone numbers of those guys.”
“And their addresses,” Malin shrugged, “their bank accounts, Social Security numbers. I even know their shoe sizes.”
“Nothing escapes you.” I shook my head, laughing.
For the next hour, we talked through every possible way to deal with the situation without causing an explosion, but came up empty.
In the end, we decided to wait for their first move.
If the Circle wanted Nina to open the criminal underworld to them, they would contact her sooner or later.
And with a four-hundred-million-dollar debt hanging over her head, no one was simply walking away.
Apparently, rich psychopaths were even more sentimental about unpaid loans than ordinary people.
Officially, my shift ended at six pm. But around that time, I was still in the OR, performing an abdominal washout after a ruptured appendix. Nasty business. I came home at nine, mentally exhausted, and, to my surprise, no one welcomed me.
For the past two weeks, Aryna waited for me at the door daily. She started a new school, so I didn’t take the night shifts to drive her there every morning, and every evening we prepared together. Not today, though. First, it was Friday. Second, neither Aryna nor Nina was in sight.
“Helloooo!” I yelled into the living room after checking the backyard and the kitchen. “Anyone here?”
“Upstairs!” Nina’s voice came to me from the upper floor, and I exhaled in relief. I didn’t even realize how tight my chest was when I couldn’t find them.
Running up the stairs, I checked my buzzing phone for the last time before switching it to silent mode. I did it often when I wasn’t on call, to spend quality time with my family without interruptions.
“Where are you?” I groaned loudly when I found Aryna’s room empty.
“Bedroom,” Nina replied. I crossed the hall in a few long strides, stopping dead in my tracks on the threshold.
For one disorienting second, I wondered whether I had walked into the wrong bedroom or exhaustion had finally pushed my mind over the edge and conjured the exact image most capable of bringing me to my knees. Then Nina smiled, and every coherent thought abandoned me.
She sat in the center of our bed wearing nothing but black lingerie, one leg crossed elegantly over the other.
The delicate fabric followed the curves of her body like it was designed for her alone, revealing enough to make my blood heat while leaving just enough hidden to feel like a purposeful punishment.
Her dark hair was swept up, exposing the graceful line of her neck and the bare slope of her shoulders.
A few loose strands framed her face. Her eyes were almost black in the dim light, glowing with wicked amusement as they moved over me without the slightest hint of shyness.
She looked at me as though I were the one sitting half naked before her.
My hand squeezed the doorframe.
“Good evening, handsome.”
It was just a softly spoken greeting, but it curled around my throat like a command.
My gaze traveled over her again, slower this time, and her smile widened as if she could feel every place my attention touched.
“Where’s Aryna?” I asked, licking my dry lips.
“Zyon’s place.”
“You’ve been planning this.” My voice came out rougher than intended.
“Maybe.”
She smiled seductively and uncrossed her legs, the unhurried movement forcing every muscle in my body to tense. Leaning back on her palms, she tilted her head, studying me as though deciding what she wanted to do with me first.
“Come closer, Doctor.”
The quiet authority in her voice traveled straight down my spine, making my cock twitch with anticipation. I obeyed without hesitation, sitting on the bed beside her.
“How was your day?” She moved behind me, her hands traveling up and down my abdomen and chest. I leaned into her, closing my eyes as her lips brushed the back of my neck. A soft breath escaped me, and goosebumps erupted all over my skin.
“Bloody and exhausting,” I replied, my heartbeat increasing as she gently nibbled my earlobe. “Yours?”
“Nothing exciting,” she breathed, moving her hands under my polo shirt.
“So I’m tonight’s victim?” I tilted my head, enjoying the tiny pecks she left everywhere.
“Basically.” She licked the spot right under my ear, making me moan. “But I promise you’ll enjoy it.” Her hand reached the piercing in my nipple, tugging on it, and another sound escaped me. “Do I have your consent to do whatever I please?”
“Now you ask, ma vilaine?” I chuckled, drunk in her presence. “After all you’ve already done?”
“Maybe I’ve prepared something special,” she whispered.
My eyes opened lazily. She nuzzled her nose against my neck and wrapped her long legs around me, caging me in her loving embrace.
“Special?” I echoed. “So, no cuffs or chains?”
My fingers kneaded her naked calf and slowly moved up, caressing her skin. Fuck, she was delicious.
“Why would I chain you?” she muttered, her breath fanning my ear. “When you’re excited just from the thought of it.” Her palm pressed against my bulging erection, making me huff out a chuckle.
“Do whatever you want with me,” I breathed, glancing at her hands as she unbuckled my belt. Pleasure rushed through my veins, and my balls tightened when her delicate palm wrapped around the base of my cock.
“Such a good boy,” she praised, my breath hitching at her words. My head tilted back, eyes rolling as she jerked me off.
“Oh, fuck,” I exhaled. My breaths quickened and turned shallow. The pressure gradually built in my lower parts, but it wasn’t enough.
“Please.” The word slipped out before I could stop it. “Give me more.”
A low chuckle reached my ears.
“No, baby.” She squeezed the tip of my cock almost painfully. The zap of blinding pleasure shot through me, and I moaned. “First, I’m going to fuck you.”
“W-what?” I whispered, waking up from my daze because her embrace disappeared. My hard cock twitched, leaking precum all over my pants, missing her hand badly. I stared at my gorgeous wife as she stood over me like a literal goddess.
“Remove your clothes,” she commanded firmly, lifting a brow when I didn’t move right away. “Don’t make me wait.”
My heart skipped a pathetic beat with excitement, and I quickly obeyed. My shirt, pants, boxer briefs, and socks ended up on the pile beside the bed.
“Perfect.” Her long nails grazed my shoulder and my collarbone until her hand reached my chin. She cupped my jaw, angling my head up, so our eyes met in a heated gaze.
“So handsome,” her thumb traced my lower lip, “to completely break apart.”
She smiled softly, pointing to the floor.
“Kneel.”
I dropped to my knees like a puppet, hypnotized by her striking beauty.
“Bend over.”
My teeth sank into my lower lip, but I obeyed, pressing my upper body against the silky sheets.
The vulnerability of that position caught me unprepared, and I closed my eyes, unsure how I felt about it when Nina leaned over me.
My cheek rested against the mattress, a faint moan slipping out when she scratched my back with her long fingernails.
“You like pain, right?” Her nails dug a little deeper into my flesh. A mix of pain and pleasure shot straight into my swollen dick.
“Yes,” I exhaled, fisting the sheets.
“Great.” She kissed my temple. “I plan to make you scream tonight.”
My heart jumped with joy and anticipation. She moved behind me, and a few seconds later, I felt something cold on my ass.
“Spread yourself for me.”
Hesitantly, I placed my hands on my ass cheeks and opened them. Fuck, I’d never done that before. Embarrassment flooded my chest, but I pushed it aside and instead enjoyed her fingers massaging my hole. It felt good. Not good, great. She always made it feel the best.
“Relax for me, baby,” she said, inserting her second finger inside. I listened to her tender voice, relaxing my muscles, and she pushed inside further.
“Perfect,” she praised. “You’re nicely wet for me.”
I didn’t dare to imagine what she planned to stick in my ass. The last dildo almost tore me apart, but the orgasm was mind-blowing. So, basically, I trusted her to make the right choice. What could possibly go wrong, right?
You know exactly where this could end, the weak voice in my head said, and I squeezed my eyes shut.
The ER was full of stories of people who got things stuck in their asses, but Nina didn’t give me a chance to panic.
She pushed the tip of something firm and cold gently inside me, humming in contentment.
“That’s a good boy,” she said in a voice laced with lust. “Taking my cock like a needy little slut.”
My lips pressed into a thin line, but a delighted groan slipped anyway.
Nina slowly claimed my ass, inch by delicious inch, and I found myself moving against her to take more.
My muscles strained, fingers gripping the sheets, and a muffled scream tore from my throat when she hit my prostate.
Stars danced before my eyes, a perfect mix of burning pain and blinding pleasure washing over me when she moved in and out in a leisurely rhythm.
“You promised…” I panted, my breathing coming out in short gasps, “pain, ma vilaine.”
A firm hand slapped my ass, but it felt like a caress.
“You need to adjust first.”
“I need more,” I groaned, dry humping the bed. “Give me more, please.”
She unhurriedly went all the way in, drawing a whimper from me.
“Are you sure?” Her fingers tangled in my hair, pulling me up. “You must feel the size.”
“I’m… I’m sure.” I gulped, my cock twitching when she jerked her hips forward. “Please.”
“Oooooh,” she whined into my ear. “I can’t resist you when you beg.”
A smile tugged on my lips as she slammed me down. My face buried into the sheets, and she withdrew, just to ram into me. Hard. So fucking hard I saw stars. The world around me blurred. My ass was on fire. But it was all pushed aside by the pleasure seizing my body in a deadly grip.
“Fuck!” A guttural moan ripped out of me. “Fuck, Nina!”
I didn’t know if I wanted her to stop or keep going. My mind was hazy, my senses numbed. All I registered was the cock, tearing my ass apart, and my wife’s hands holding me so tightly I was sure her delicate fingers would leave imprints on my hips.
“Jesus fuck!”
I bit my lip so hard I drew blood. My balls tightened to the point of exploding, and a second later, I came so hard my soul almost left my body.
“Oh, Nina!” I whined, shaking uncontrollably. A sheen of sweat covered my skin, and all energy left my relaxed muscles. The calmness settled in my chest, my mind quiet as if no thought had ever been there.
“Move up, handsome,” Nina said gently, navigating me onto the bed. I lay on my back, spreading my legs and arms like an eagle, floating between the clouds.
“Fuck,” I mumbled, barely holding my eyes open.
She laughed and kissed my cheek.
“No round two?” Her teasing tone brought a tiny smile to my lips.
“I think I died for a second.” I looked at her beautiful grinning face. “Was that the goal?”
“Maybe.” She winked at me, leaning closer and pecking my dry mouth. “But I’m happy you survived.”
Lazily, I curled my arm around her, pulling her closer.
“I have to clean you, baby,” she whispered, but I refused to let her go.
“Just a moment, ma vilaine,” I muttered sleepily. “One moment of this peace.”