Chapter 29 Miko
MIKO
It’s been a week since I’ve released my load, and I knew I wasn’t going to last long before Anika even took off her robe.
But as she wraps her perfect lips around me and takes me all the way down her throat, I know I’m a goner.
I’m not going to make it as far as sex at this rate, but when I warn her, she doesn’t seem to mind.
She just continues to swirl her tongue in a way that makes stars burst behind my eyelids.
Maybe it’s a good idea to take it slow.
We don’t have to go all the way tonight. I would much rather Anika enjoy what we’re doing—however far she wants to take it.
But Christ, I was looking forward to being inside her again. It was my first thought when she proposed her plan.
Anika’s head bobs, her throat tightening around my cockhead as she gags softly, and I just about lose my mind.
It takes every ounce of self-control not to thrust into her with my hips, but even if she didn’t go so far as to tie my feet, I won’t allow myself to take over.
This is her plan, her rodeo. I’m just here to watch in awe while she rides me.
Anika is masterful with her mouth, the pressure of her tongue, the way she grips my base, mimicking her movement and keeping my tip between her warm, wet lips when she needs to give her throat a break.
Her pace is just fast enough to drive me crazy, and my balls tighten as I feel myself barreling toward release.
“I’m gonna come,” I groan, trying to hold on a little longer, but it’s a losing battle.
And when Anika flicks her tongue across my tip, then takes me all the way down her throat once more, I’m a goner.
My cock stiffens, swelling with the first burst of my release as I coat the back of her tongue.
Pulsing inside her mouth, I spurt thick ropes of cum down her throat.
After so many days of abstinence, it’s a lot more than any woman should have to swallow. But somehow, Anika manages to swallow every drop.
And when she slowly withdraws, sucking my cock clean as she goes and releasing it with a gentle pop, I stare at her in wonder.
Wiping the corners of her lips, Anika sits up, giving me the perfect view of her full, firm tits and narrow waist.
“How are you so perfect?” I ask, wonder leaving my voice husky.
Anika smiles, a delicate blush coloring her lips.
I would give anything to have my hands back right now so I could pull her close and steal a kiss.
Determined to get one, by whatever means necessary, I grip the silk belts tied around my wrists and sit up, straining against them as I narrow the distance.
“Come closer,” I rasp, my plea coming out as a command.
Anika doesn’t seem to mind, and a sultry smile curves the corners of her full lips as she scoots closer, then splays her hands across my chest, gently pushing me back so she can straddle me once again.
“Have you ever been tied up before?” she asks, her soft skin brushing against mine as her nipples draw slow patterns against my pecs.
“Do handcuffs count?” I ask.
Anika’s eyebrows lift, her expression inscrutable as she reads my face. “Like, for sex?”
A low chuckle rushes from me. “Like, I went to prison for a short stint.”
“Oh. Right,” she says, her cheeks coloring.
“Have you ever been tied up?” I ask, concern edging my tone as I silently pray she says no.
Anika shakes her head, her fingertips following the pattern of a tattoo on my chest, her eyes watching the movement.
I just can’t help myself.
Leaning up, I capture her lips, stealing a kiss and groaning as satisfaction blasts through me.
Anika melts into me, her arms draping around my neck and her fingers coming into my hair as she kisses me back with such sweetness, it breaks my heart.
God, I love this woman. I love her more and more every day. I don’t know what I would do without her.
I don’t know how I even existed before she came into my life. It’s with a resounding jolt that I realize I had no life before her. Not one of any consequence.
She breathed purpose into my existence the night she spilled her drink on me, and my path has been winding its way toward her ever since.
Tongue tangling with hers, I lean as far forward as the ties will allow, arching her back until our bodies align.
Anika’s hips roll against me, her slick folds parting to swallow my spent cock, and it takes no time at all before I start to swell against her.
Anika gasps, her eyes flying open as she feels me growing hard for her. Then she grinds against me, rubbing her greedy little slit forward and back over my length as she coaxes me along.
It’s agony not to touch her, not to knead her firm ass in my hands, to palm her breasts and tease her nipples into hardened points.
Though she seems to be aroused enough, they don’t need my help. Two hard pebbles press against my chest, making blood rush to my cock as it throbs and thickens.
“I want to feel you inside me,” Anika murmurs against my lips.
“Keep kissing me like that, and you’ll get your wish,” I promise.
Her mouth comes crashing down on mine, her hands gripping the nape of my neck as she kisses me with a strength and intensity that belies her petite size.
I knew Anika had a wildcat hidden somewhere inside her, but it would seem that, when she’s on top, she’s finally ready to unleash it. And god but I love her fire.
She reaches between us to grasp my rock-hard length, and lifting her hips, she guides my tip to her hot, wet entrance.
Then slowly, she sinks down onto it.
Anika moans, the sound like a shot of adrenaline straight to the heart, and my pulse thunders as the euphoria of being buried inside her momentarily blinds me.
She rocks on top of me, her clit grinding against the base of my cock as she keeps me buried inside her.
Then, slowly, she shifts her movement, rolling so I slide out, then back into her tight depths.
“Take me for a ride, topolina,” I purr. “I want to feel that perfect little pussy come all over my cock.”
Anika’s palms find the flat of my chest, and she pushes me back onto the bed.
Then she braces against my pecs as she really starts to move.
I can tell she’s turned on by the way her thighs quiver, her hips jerking against me as she loses herself to the pleasure.
“Oh god, Miko,” she whimpers, her fingers curling until her nails bite softly into my skin.
The euphoria in her expression is sheer perfection, and I watch in awe as she brings herself to climax.
Her walls ripple along my length, milking me as she comes, and Anika’s movements slow, nearly stopping as the waves of pleasure crest inside her.
Her breaths are shallow and fast as her eyes slide lazily open, and she smiles down at me with a look of sultry contentment.
“Has anyone ever told you how sexy you are when you take charge?” I ask, my voice gruff with desire.
Anika hums, her fingers splaying across my chest as she dips low to brush a soft kiss across my lips.
Then, without moving from her seat on my aching erection, she reaches for my right hand and tugs the silk belt loose.
My fingers tingle as the blood rushes back to them, and I flex my hand to help the sensation return more quickly.
She does the same with my left hand, and I watch her carefully now that the game’s changed.
But clearly, Anika has something in mind, and she smiles at me demurely as she takes my hands and guides them to rest against her hips.
“Hold me?” she suggests, keeping her hands on top of mine as she slowly starts to roll her hips again.
Christ, this woman is going to be the end of me.
But for her, I would do anything.
My palms tingle with the electricity that dances between them and her skin, and I grip her tighter, supporting her weight as I follow her movement. Then, gradually, I start to rock my own hips up to meet her.
Anika gasps, her spine arching and her head falling back as her core tightens around me.
My cock throbs eagerly in response.
It doesn’t matter that I’ve already come. I know I’m not going to make it through her next orgasm.
She’s just so damn enticing.
Sitting up, I wrap my arms around her hips, pulling her close as I find the curve of her neck with my lips.
Anika whimpers, her arms snaking around my shoulders as she clings to me. And together, we rock in perfect rhythm.
I can feel her climax building as her walls swell around me. Her breaths come hard and fast, a feminine moan on every exhale. Our lips meet.
Hers part, her tongue stroking out to meet mine, and as she twines around me, we fall apart together, perfectly tangled in each other’s arms.
It feels like Anika and I have finally found our sweet spot, that perfect place between heat and calm, where I don’t have to worry about breaking her every time I pull her in for a kiss—and now I know, without a doubt, that she wants it.
It feels like she’s genuinely starting to trust me in every area of our lives, and I’ve never felt more honored to earn someone’s trust.
Though my days have never been busier, I know this is the happiest I’ve ever been.
Maybe that makes me sick, considering our family’s current state of chaos.
But I’m starting to realize that revenge isn’t nearly as sweet as falling into bed with the woman I love.
Still, I intend to see it through. I will restore the Chiaroscuro name—for my brothers.
“That’s why we can’t rush this,” I explain, jabbing my hand in the direction of our scout, indicating his most recent report is what I’m talking about. “You told me the Keens were serious about standing against the Tanakas.”
“If the Murrays agree,” Sandro corrects.
“We are not about to trust the Murrays. I don’t give a damn what the Keens say,” I growl.
“Those Irish bastards just proved their lack of allegiance when they helped the Tanakas take us down. Now you want to bring them back into the fold? Just to humor you, let me ask, what makes you think the Murrays would even be amenable to the idea of switching sides—again?”
A violent bang cuts off Sandro’s response as an explosion shakes the very foundations of the house. The twins’ attention snaps toward the reverberating sound, and I watch through the far window as smoke starts to billow toward the sky.
“That looks like it’s coming from the kitchen,” I observe.
Raf and Sandro are sprinting after me a moment later as we race down the garden level and toward the kitchen.
I bark orders at one of the Chiaroscuro soldiers who falls into step beside me, telling him to find Anika and take her back to the master suite—and keep her there until I know it’s safe for her to leave.
“What the hell was that?” Gio asks as he intercepts us.
“I guess we’ll find out,” Raf says as the sound of anxious shouts start to rise from behind the kitchen’s swinging door.
It flies open a second later, several frightened servants spilling into the hall.
“What happened?” I demanded.
“Armed intruders inside the house,” one girl says without slowing. “They blew in the back door.”
Several Chiaroscuro guards rush to meet us as I burst through the kitchen door to find it in complete chaos. Smoke clouds the room, and several terrified staff members cower behind the cabinets, hiding from three armed men.
It’s easy to tell they’re Russian as they bellow orders at the staff in their native tongue. But only half the people in the room seem to understand them—and less than that are obliged to do whatever it is they want.
Reaching into my pocket, I pull out my knife and flick it open. Then I dive across the smoke-filled room before the intruders can see me coming.
I can hear another Russian drop beside me as Sandro joins the fray, but I’m focused on wrangling my man before he can hurt one of the unarmed members of the kitchen.
We share several blows before my knee finds his solar plexus, and the guy wheezes and chokes as I bring my knife up against his throat.
“Who are you, and how the hell did you get into my house?” I snarl.
The man releases a crazed laugh as he gives me a bloody sneer. “This isn’t your house. It belongs to our Pakhan. And we came to kill the Chiaroscuros,” he hisses between clenched teeth.
“I think you’ve severely underestimated how many men it might take to accomplish that. Why are you out for blood?”
“You took our Pakhan, our home, our headquarters. It’s time for you to pay.”
I scoff, shoving him back against the floor as I keep him pinned down with my knife. “It doesn’t look like you’re in any position to be making threats,” I warn.
The Russian gives another maniacal laugh.
“Go ahead. Kill me. That won’t stop what’s coming for you.
The Chiaroscuro family will be done when we find the missing Novikov heir.
We’ve been looking for him, you know, all this time that you thought we were just divided and in hiding, licking our wounds.
We have a lead, and when we find him, the Bratva will unite behind him and come back to take our revenge.
The Chiaroscuros will be finished, so you better enjoy your cushy accommodations while you still can. ”
I glance up at my brothers, who have already finished off the other two intruders, and Raf gives a subtle shake of his head. There’s no point in taking prisoners. These men were willing to die for their mission.
With a growl of frustration, I drag my knife across the man’s throat, silencing his crazed laughter as hot blood splatters across my shirt.
But even after his last shuddering breath escapes his lungs, the man’s words trouble me.
“He said something about the missing Novikov heir.” I recall the twins saying someone had mentioned it at the wedding as well.
Raf’s brow buckles. “We didn’t learn anything more about it when we went digging,” he says.
“As far as I could tell, this missing heir is a myth. We couldn’t even determine what generation of Novikov he would be.
Hell, he could be Pyotr’s bastard for all we know.
Personally, I’m starting to think he doesn’t exist.”
Maybe not, but I have a feeling I know someone who could shed some light on the rumors, someone who could tell me whether this heir is even alive—and if he could be a legitimate threat.