Taisiya
Vadim and I stare at each other from opposite sides of the room.
“My dad?”
“That’s what he claims. He said you look like his mother.”
“Do you believe him?”
“Doesn’t matter what I believe. He wants a DNA test.”
“That’s it?”
“Seems so. For now.”
“What does that entail?”
“You watch trashy daytime TV, and you don’t know?” he asks with a smirk.
I chuckle despite myself. This is absurd. “Okay, smartarse.”
Vadim walks over to me, his presence taking up all the air I just managed to find. He puts his hands on my waist. “I already told him. You’re a Voronov. You stay where I put you.”
“And he just accepted that? Just like that? No guns? No dramatic Russian stand-offs?”
“He’s smart enough to know a war with Baron over a daughter he hasn’t seen in thirty years is a bad investment.” Vadim ducks his head, his lips brushing against mine. “Besides, I think he was more interested in Bogdan than he was in the paperwork.”
“Bogdan? Why?”
“I’m still working on that part.”
He kisses me, slow and deep, a claim that feels more permanent than any DNA result. I melt into him, the terror of the afternoon finally starting to fade into a dull, manageable ache.
“I’m not going to let him take you,” Vadim murmurs against my mouth, his voice dropping into that dark, possessive register that makes my toes curl. “DNA or not. You belong to the Voronovs now.”
He pulls back, his thumb tracing the line of the sapphire ring he slipped onto my finger.
“Arseny is dangerous, Tai. He says your mother lied and said you weren’t his.
” Vadim guides me back toward the bed, his movements steady and calm.
“But he’s here now. That means he knows she lied.
He wouldn’t be here for a child he only assumed was his. ”
I sit on the edge of the mattress, the soft silk cool against my skin. “I don’t want a father. Especially not a Bratva pakhan. I’m nearly thirty years old, for fuck’s sake, and I’ve gone this long without him. I have every right to ignore this.”
“You do, and if that is your choice, then that is what we do.”
I stare at him in shock. “Even if it causes you problems?”
“It won’t cause problems.”
“How do you know?”
“Apparently Baron and Arseny grew up together… and other things. This will be a problem for all of five seconds before Baron steps in. This is possibly why your uncle wanted Tarasov to act before Baron got involved.”
“That makes sense. Fucking Pavel is not my uncle. I’ve never heard of him until you mentioned him ten minutes ago. God! My mother was just a lying whore her whole life.”
“Maybe, but maybe she had reasons.”
“Do not take her side,” I say, shooting him a vicious glare.
“I’m not. I’m playing devil’s advocate.”
“Well, don’t. It doesn’t suit you, and you know what else doesn’t suit you?”
“What?”
I smirk. “Not getting your dick wet because you are supposed to be on my side.”
He looks horrified before his expression turns smug. “You wouldn’t. You like my dick too much. You’ve come all over it more times than I can count in the last twenty-four hours.”
“Rude,” I mutter. “But accurate.”
His hand comes around my throat as he lowers himself to the floor in front of me. His free hand tugs on the belt of the robe until it falls apart. He tuts when he sees the towel as well.
“What? Ivan came to make up the bed.”
“In that case you should’ve hidden in the cupboard.”
“Now you’re just being an arsehole.”
His hand tightens to the point where I gag a little. his free hand flicks the towel undone, exposing my naked body to him. He pushes my legs apart and releases my throat. He drags me by my thighs to the edge of the bed before he devours my pussy with his mouth.
“Fuck, Vadim,” I moan, falling back and thrusting further onto his face. “That’s it, malysh.”
He chuckles at my nickname for him. “Always call me that.”
“Keep sucking my clit, and I’ll always call you baby.”
His tongue flicks over me in slow, deliberate strokes that make my thighs tremble.
I arch my back, pressing myself harder against his mouth, needing more.
He growls against me, the vibration sending a jolt straight through my core.
His hands grip my hips, fingers digging into my skin as he pulls me closer, his tongue working faster, deeper.
“Vadim,” I gasp, my fingers tangling in his hair. “Don’t stop.”
He doesn’t. His mouth is relentless, his tongue swirling, teasing, driving me toward the edge. My breath comes in short, sharp gasps, my body tightening as the pleasure builds. I can feel it coiling inside me, sharp and intense, ready to snap.
“Come for me, zhena moya,” he murmurs against my skin, his voice rough. “Let me taste you, my wife.”
My body obeys him almost instantly. I cry out, my back arching off the bed as the orgasm crashes through me. He doesn’t stop. His tongue works me through the aftershocks, drawing out every last bit of pleasure until I’m a trembling mess.
His hands slide up my thighs, pushing the robe further apart. I watch him through half-lidded eyes, my breath still uneven from the orgasm he just pulled from me. The way he looks at me—like I’m the only thing in the world worth his time—makes my skin burn.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” he murmurs, his voice rough. His fingers trace lazy circles on my skin, sending shivers down my spine. “Every inch of you.”
I reach for him, my hands tangling in his hair as I pull him up to me.
His mouth crashes onto mine, the taste of me still on his lips.
I moan into the kiss, my body already craving more.
His hands grip my waist, lifting me effortlessly as he stands.
I wrap my legs around him, feeling his cock press against me.
He slams me up against the wall, pinning me in place with his body as he gets his cock free. With one movement, he impales me on his rock-hard length, and I moan as I slide down it, closing my eyes as the sensation makes my blood tingle.
“I’ve never had a cock as big as yours before,” I murmur, and then my eyes fly open as he chuckles. “Do not let that go to your head.”
“I would never,” he says and lifts me up, his hands bruising on my hips, until his tip is the only bit left inside me. Then he forces me down to take him balls deep.
“Fuck, Vad. Again.” I gasp as my pussy stretches to accommodate him. His hands grip my hips tighter, lifting me up before slamming me back down. The rhythm is brutal, each thrust driving the air from my lungs. I cling to his shoulders, my nails digging into as he fucks me against the wall.
“That’s it,” he growls, his voice rough against my ear. “Take my cock like a khoroshaya devochka.”
“I am,” I purr. “I am a good girl for taking your cock.”
“Jesus, Tai,” he grunts and grinds me down onto him.
I spread my legs wider, giving him even more access to my pussy.
My head falls back against the wall as pleasure coils tight.
He places his mouth on my neck, his teeth grazing my skin just hard enough to send a jolt of pain through me.
It mixes with the pleasure, making everything sharper, more intense.
“Vadim,” I pant, my voice breaking. “I can’t—”
“You can,” he growls, his hands tightening on my hips. “You will.”
I cry out, my body trembling as the orgasm builds fast and relentless.
“Come all over me,” he demands, his voice a dark command. “Now.”
“Vad,” I whimper.
“Now, moya khoroshaya devochka. Show me you belong to me.”
My blood spikes with arousal, my pussy going wetter as he makes me ride him even faster.
He is using me, and I’m letting him because it just feels too fucking good not to.
I squeeze my thighs around him, my body trembling as the pleasure peaks.
His grip on my hips is bruising, but I don’t care.
I want the marks. I want the proof that this is real, that I’m his in every way that matters.
He slows his thrusts, his breath hot against my neck. “You’re mine,” he growls, his voice rough with possession. “Say it.”
“I’m yours,” I gasp, the words spilling out without hesitation. I’m riding the crest of my orgasm, but I need more. I need him to claim me again and again until there’s no doubt left in either of our minds.
“You’re beautiful,” he murmurs, his thumb brushing over my bottom lip.
I reach up, my fingers tracing the sharp line of his jaw. “Keep fucking me, husband. Don’t ever stop.”
His actions turn feral. He growls and spins us so that I’m pressed up against the curtains covering the windows. “Fuck, you’re soaking my cock.”
“More,” I demand. “Give me more.”
The tables turn, and I’m using him. He accepts it, he gives me what I’m asking for.
His pants are around his ankles, still dressed in his expensive suit while I’m naked and being hammered into oblivion by his monster cock.
The curtains rustle against my back as Vadim slams into me again, his cock hitting that spot deep inside that makes my vision whiteout.
His hands are everywhere—gripping my hips, tangling in my hair, pressing me harder against the window.
My hand bunches in the curtain, and I tug it hard.
It comes away from the window, exposing us to anyone in the garden, but I don’t care.
He growls and rams me up against the glass.
It’s cold against my skin, making me gasp.
“Fuck, Tai,” he groans, his breath hot against my ear. “You feel so fucking good.”
My hand splays across the glass. “Harder,” I gasp, my voice breaking. “I need you harder.”
He gives it to me, his thrusts turning brutal, each one driving the air from my lungs. He is swelling inside me, his cock throbbing as he nears his own release.
But then he pulls out and lets me drop gently.
He catches me and turns me, pressing me up against the window, my tits squashed against the glass.
“Nowhere near done with you yet, wife,” he whispers, plunging his cock back inside me.
He grips my wrists and pulls my arms back, forcing my tits further into the glass.
I cry out as he pulls on my arms in time with his thrusts.
“Vad,” I pant, my shoulders straining. “More. Harder.”
“Fuck, Tai,” he groans, slamming me back onto his cock as hard as he can without splitting me in two.
I press my forehead against the cold glass, my breath fogging the surface as Vadim’s cock stretches me to the limit.
The cold bites into my skin, but the heat of his body against my back keeps me grounded, keeps me from floating away on the pleasure he’s forcing through me.
His grip on my wrists is unrelenting, pulling me back onto him with every thrust, making sure I take every inch of his cock like the good girl he keeps calling me.
“Look at you,” he growls, his voice rough in my ear. “Taking my cock so well, pressed up against the window like the dirty little wife you are.”
I whimper. The world outside is a haze, but I don’t care. The only thing that matters is the way Vadim fucks me, the way his cock hits that spot that makes my legs tremble.
Rain lashes against the pane as I press my forehead harder against the glass, my breath fogging the surface in quick, uneven bursts. Vadim’s grip on my wrists tightens, his fingers digging into my skin as he slams into me again.
“You like that, don’t you?” Vadim’s voice is a low growl in my ear. “You like being my dirty little wife, pressed up against the window for anyone to see, writhing on my cock like you can’t get enough.”
I whimper, my body trembling as pleasure coils tight inside me. “No one… out there,” I gasp, weak, breathless.
“Doesn’t matter,” he murmurs, his lips brushing my ear. “They’d know what you are. They’d know you’re mine.”
His words send a jolt straight to my core. I arch my back, pressing myself harder against the glass, my body begging for more. His cock fills me, stretches me, claims me with every brutal thrust. He lets go of one of my wrists, moving his hand around to rub my clit.
My knees buckle, and I soak his hand as he chuckles darkly.