10. Chapter Ten
Chapter Ten
Mikhail
I get word from one of my men, Aaron, that Nico’s men are trying to steal another of my gun shipments and after what happened with Denis, I’m not in the mood to be messed with again.
I leave Natalya sleeping and looking beautiful after the multiple orgasms I gave her and head to the location of my gun shipment delivery.
It’s in a secluded spot on the outskirts of town in an abandoned junkyard.
No one ever comes around here, not even the police.
Mostly that’s because I’ve paid the police off so they don’t come around, allowing me to conduct my business in peace.
But Nico is not letting me have any fucking peace.
I failed Natalya, even though I promised her I would save her sisters. I punished her for how she acted but I’m also the one who should be punished. I went back on my word. Not intentionally but it still happened. The shit with Nico is my punishment I guess.
Well, I can’t stand for that.
I reach the junkyard and park my car across the street. The large van with my guns is stalled, the driver dead in the front seat. His body is half hanging out the open window.
Nico’s men are at a standstill with my men. All of them are facing off with guns. Fuck this.
I ease out of my car and slowly shut the door so they can’t hear. With my gun raised and the silencer on, I start shooting Nico’s men from behind. Three of them die before the other two even realize what’s happening.
“Spare one,” I tell my men as the two men start running.
Aaron shoots down one of the guys, leaving the other one alive with a gunshot to the leg to slow him down. I nod at Aaron and my other three men.
“Get the guns somewhere safe,” I tell him.
“What are we going to do about all these bodies?” he asks.
“Call Charles. He’ll get rid of them.” Charles is the man you call when you need to dispose of a dead body.
Aaron and my other men nod and head off, pulling the body of the driver out of the van and hopping in instead. The driver was just an innocent man trying to make money for his kid’s college. I feel a little bad that he’s dead but he knew the risks. All my men do.
As I’m sure Nico’s men know as well.
I turn to the last remaining man, now on the ground, cradling his bleeding leg in his hands. “How did Nico find this place?”
“I’m not telling you shit,” he spits out.
“You’re going to die either way. You know that, right? So tell me what I want to know and I’ll make it quick. If you don’t…” I let it hang in the air.
The man’s gulp is visible. “Nico found out because he has an inside mole.”
Fuck. Of course he does. He’s probably paying the mole a lot of extra money for taking such a large risk.
“Who is it?” I grit out.
The man shrugs. “I don’t know a man. I just know there’s a mole.”
“Who is it? Surely you’ve heard a name before.”
It can’t be Jackson since I just killed him. Aaron is too loyal. But I have a lot of men under my command. I pay them all well but maybe not well enough.
“Fine. Maybe… Henry? Something like that.”
Henry is one of the lower men on the totem pole. He tends to do a lot of runs for me, collecting cash and things like that. Nothing exciting. I’ll have to get to the bottom of it but right now, I need to kill this fucking man.
“Thanks for your help,” I say, before I raise my fist high and start punching him. He groans and cries and the sounds excite me, spurring me on.
“You said you’d make it quick,” he groans.
“Did I? I lied.” I kick and punch and kick and punch until all the life leaves him. It’s only once I’m done that I realize I’m covered in blood. My white shirt is forever ruined. My breathing is the heaviest it’s ever been.
Denis foiled my plans to help Natalya. Nico is foiling my plans to make money. These motherfuckers need to die.
I need more power. I need more allies.
But that’s something to deal with in the morning. Right now, all I need is my wife.
Natalya
I wake up to the door slamming below. I didn’t even realize that Mikhail was gone. Sitting up in my bed, I strain to listen. Is he leaving or returning? Does he have other people with him like Cecillia and Robert?
I shiver at the thought of doing anything like that again. My body wants it while my mind doesn’t.
After a few minutes, I hear Mikhail’s footsteps on the stairs.
I’m still naked under the covers and it makes me feel more vulnerable.
Quickly, I slip out of bed and grab a silk nightgown from the closet.
It ends at my upper thighs but at least it gives me some protection.
I remain standing when Mikhail bursts into the room.
Standing gives me some sort of power against him.
When he steps into the light, I see that he’s covered in blood. His shirt is drenched with it. My stomach drops to my feet.
“Are you hurt?” I whisper.
“I’m not hurt.”
“So… that blood isn’t… yours?”
“It’s not mine.” There’s a darkness to his expression I’ve never seen before. A wildness there. A danger there.
And it’s directed at me.
“What happened?” I ask.
“No questions.” He storms across the room to me and cups my face and slams his lips against mine before I can even really process what’s happening. I gasp but soon, I return the kiss, melting into it. Mikhail’s touch always feels electric. I could sink into him forever like this.
But my heart pounds faster as he lifts me up and tosses me onto the bed.
“Mikhail?”
“I need to taste you. Finally.” He shoves the end of my nightgown up. I didn’t put my underwear back on. He curses at the sight of my bare lower body.
“Mikhail, talk to me.”
But he’s not listening.
He pulls my hips to the end of the bed and kneels on the floor. I don’t fight it when he spreads my legs wide. I can’t deny the flash of arousal I feel. The wetness already forming between my legs. That’s the effect Mikhail has on me. He knows how to make me feel alive within minutes.
Mikhail catches my eyes right before he lowers his mouth to my vulva. I’m still sensitive from the vibrator and his fingers hours earlier but that all feels like a thing from the distant past. In the present, all I feel is excitement and pleasure at the way Mikhail touches me with his mouth.
I gasp when his lips brush over my nub. It’s such a different sensation from his fingers. Softer and less firm but also more exciting in so many ways. What we’re doing is more dirty. More taboo.
My hips try to roll up when he licks all over me but he presses his hand over my stomach, keeping me in place.
“Mikhail,” I gasp, arching my back. God, this feels amazing. I thought his fingers were talented but it’s nothing compared to his mouth. His lips and tongue feel like they’re pure magic.
The way Mikhail can draw pleasure from me is incredible. It’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced before.
His tongue spends a lot of time around my nub. Licking and flicking it. Getting me wetter. Getting me more excited until I can’t take it anymore.
“Mikhail.” My hips try to raise up but he still holds me down. I need friction. I need another release which I wasn’t sure was even possible after the multiple orgasms he gave me just a few hours ago.
He lets out a low growl that tingles my skin. Mikhail laps at my body like a dying man of thirst. I can’t even feel self-conscious that his mouth is on my most intimate area. He’s making it all feel way too good.
He licks me harder and harder. My legs start to tremble, holding myself in place. I can’t let go like a wild woman – not when his face is between my legs. I don’t want to hurt him. Though, judging from the blood on his shirt tonight, I’m not sure anything can hurt my husband.
“Play with your breasts,” he commands. His voice makes me shiver.
My hands find my breasts through my nightgown. I touch them and squeeze them and pay them more attention than I ever have. I have smaller breasts so they’ve never given me much trouble. I would notice them but I never noticed them. Not until now.
I realize just how sensitive they are. How sensitive my nipples are. My thumbs brush over the buds, making me tremble harder.
Mikhail watches me as he eats me out. It’s all so disarming. I’m lightheaded. The pleasure of it all is going to make me pass out.
And it would be sweet.
His hands grip my thighs tighter. “Come for me. Now.” He licks over my nub, again and again and again. Each time gets me closer and closer and closer.
He eases his hand off my stomach which allows me to rock my hips against his face a little bit. My body undulates from the pleasure of it all.
Little gasps escape my mouth. “Oh, oh, oh!”
My release hits me like a tidal wave and washes over me. I tremble and shake and Mikhail continues to run his tongue over my nub the entire time.
Even after I slump onto the bed, he keeps eating me out. With one final kiss to my nub that makes me gasp, he runs his lips over each of my inner thighs before kissing up my body.
He leans over me, staring into my eyes. I’ve never seen him look so unhinged before. “I could fuck you right now. Claim you fully as my own.”
My inner walls clench at the thought. I want to be his. I know that. There’s no point in denying the chemistry we have. If I’m going to hell, I might as well have fun on the way down.
But I’m also scared. Mikhail went through something tonight. He’s not his normal, controlled self and I don’t want to be hurt because of it.
Mikhail claims my lips with a heated kiss. I can taste myself on his lips and I like it. It feels wrong but also so right.
My hands grip his bloodstained shirt as he kisses me harder, pressing me into the mattress. He settles his hips between my legs. I can feel his erection through his pants. My curiosity to see his fully naked body is killing me but I don’t have the bravery to ask.
He thrusts his hips against mine. I gasp. He continues to do it. Dry humping me.
“Mikhail,” I whisper against his lips.
With a groan, he rolls off me and slumps onto the bed. I stare at the ceiling, trying to catch my breath. What just happened?