Chapter Thirty-One #2
As I hang up with Dmitri, comes a call from Melor Balabanov. "Sovietnik, how are you?" he says in a jolly tone, which is my first warning because Melor is by no means cheerful at any time.
"Melor Balabanov, this is a pleasure," I lie. "I fear that I have bad news. Your shipment of Russian counterfeit currency and jewels will be delayed."
The smile never leaves his face. "So I hear."
My brow rises. "And how would you know that?"
"I'm not without my resources," he says.
"I fear that this is the last mishap my Bratva is willing to entertain from a formerly trusted supplier.
I have accepted a new contract," he not-quite gloats.
"They are quite mysterious, but I already have verification that they have my currency and diamond shipment ready. "
"Melor Balabonov," I’m trying to sound unruffled. "You surely know that he cannot keep his promises as a supplier. His offer is impossible to fulfill."
He shrugs, "The Balabanov and Morozov Bratvas have worked together through two generations. But if you can no longer supply us on time, I have no choice."
I tap my fingers on my desktop, studying his expression. "I'm flying into Moscow tomorrow," I say casually. "Why don't we meet?"
He shrugs, the arrogant fuck. "I fear I will not change my mind," he says, "but of course, I'm always pleased to meet with you, Nikandr Morozov."
Cursing, I hang up. Less than an hour later, the next call comes in. "Sovietnik!" Ivan Kuznetsov says, "We need to speak."
***
"We need to find this motherfucker and cut him into pieces and send a box to each one of the Moscow Six for daring to fuck with us," Roman snarls.
"Two families dropping out on the same day, and having already heard about shipment and inventory that's missing?
Assholes! After all these years we've worked together. "
"They're businessmen," Dmitri says his face is like stone, which means that he's enraged. "But this kind of disloyalty is a serious thing." The sun has long set and we're sitting in Dmitri's office, recapping this shit show of a day.
"I'm flying out tonight so I can meet with Balabanov tomorrow," I say. "It's time to lean in hard and see if we can reverse their decision. Roman, can you and Alexsey run through what inventory we do have and see what we can add to a shipment in order to hold them off from switching?"
He nods, his expression is still furious. "We'll have a report for you by the time you arrive in Moscow tomorrow morning, so you have something to present."
"Excellent," I say, loosening my tie. "I'm going home to pack."
Dmitri nods wearily. "Thank you. I'll have our fastest jet fueled and ready to go."
While I could have an assistant go home and pack for me, I want to see my wife before we fly out. I didn't get much time with her at all last night before I had to leave and put out yet another fire. She was already off to work when I came home this morning to change clothes.
When I take my exhausted ass to the penthouse, she's already home, humming over by the stove, stirring something that smells of garlic and rosemary. Her hair is piled up in a messy bun on top of her head and she's wearing leggings and a little tank top that's doing nothing to hide her nipples.
"You're early," she says, looking up with a smile. "How was work?" Her smile fades as she sees my expression. "So, shitty, then." She taps the spoon on the side of the pot and sets it aside. "Anything you can talk about?"
I drop my jacket and my briefcase on the granite island, stripping off my tie. "We had a huge shipment that was stolen," I say wearily. "They killed our supplier and destroyed his plant. Juan Castillo, you met him on Poker Night."
"Oh, shit," she says, walking around the island to me. "How bad is this?"
"Novikov's thugs knew exactly what they were doing," I say. "The shipment was meant for one of the Moscow Six. I had to call him today and say it was delayed and he already knew."
"This is bad," she says with a frown. "Can you give him something else to sweeten the deal?"
Her insight impresses me. "Roman and Alexsey are currently combing through inventory to see what we can pull together.
" I put one hand on her waist, my thumb stroking her hip bone.
The touch is grounding and it clears my head.
"I have to fly out tonight," I say. "I'm going to meet with the two families who are saying they're going to pull out of our deal, I don't know how long I'll be gone. "
She tilts her head with a slight smile. "What happened to, 'well wife, you must accompany me everywhere to present a unified front?'," she says, trying to imitate my voice.
"I know you have work to do," I say. "Though I would have liked your company."
Her hands slide over my shoulders. "What can I do to help you?"
The fury and exhaustion that I have carried all day fade away as I look down at her beautiful face. Cupping her face, I rub her cheekbone with my thumb. "Give me a proper goodbye?"
She grins. "That, I can do."
I hoist her up, and she wraps her legs around my waist as I head for the bedroom. When she sees the bed, she chuckles. "Have we ever actually done it on a proper bed?"
"This is the night, baby," I murmur, pulling off her tank top, squeezing her perfect tits. "You're turning me into a breast man, you know."
"Hmm…" She's busy unbuttoning my dress shirt and running her warm, delicate fingers over the plains of my abdomen. "There's too many gorgeous spots on you to pick just one."
Falling to my knees, I yank down her leggings and panties, pushing her back on the bed as she laughs.
When I put my mouth against her pussy, her laughter drifts off into a sigh.
"So fucking sweet," I mutter, kissing her the way I'd kiss her mouth, tongue and a bit of teeth.
When her hips arch, I throw her legs over my shoulders and wrap my arms around her thighs, pulling her closer.
Her perfect cunt flutters when I lick her from clit to opening, and her fingers slide into my hair, nails scratching my scalp as my lips fasten around her clit, sucking and pulling on it, loving her startled squeal.
"So good for me, aren't you, Plokhoy kot?
The way your thighs clench, how slick and pretty your pussy is.
" Her hips rise from the mattress again when I slide two fingers inside her, the calloused tips feeling for that little patch that makes my wife moan and pull on my hair.
My Plokhoy kot nearly tugs my hair out by the roots.
Ah, there it is. Sucking on her clit again, I lightly scratch her G spot with one fingernail and she shrieks, drumming her heels on my back.
There is nothing sexier than how she responds during sex, her whole-hearted pleasure and attention to me.
She floods my tongue with her arousal and I grin against her wet center.
She's watching me, eyes wide. "That's so dirty," she says approvingly.
"No, this is dirty," I grin up at her, my mouth still on her as I slide one slick finger in her ass.
She clamps down on my finger, startled and flushed pink, but I push harder until I'm buried to the last knuckle, enjoying how her hips twist. "I'm still getting inside this ass," I warn her.
"But not tonight. It'll take time, getting you open enough to take me. "
"You're never going to fit there," she gasps, eyes wide. I laugh and dive back in, forcing her to come again. My lips and chin are wet when I pull back, and she holds out her arms to me. "Let me suck you. I want you in my mouth."
"Not tonight," I say, pushing her back on the mattress and putting both of her legs over one shoulder, pulling my cock out of my pants. It feels raw, having rubbed against my zipper. "I need it now."
Shoving my cock into her tight cunt is work, with her legs together like this and I groan, head dropping back with the sheer ecstasy of being inside my wife.
"You feel like warm, wet velvet wrapping against my dick," I murmur, leaning down to kiss her.
It changes the angle of my cock inside her, and Caroline's eyes widen.
"You- fuck!" she screams, digging her nails into my shoulders. I laugh, kissing her again as I thrust inside her, greedily, mindlessly, feeling the grip of her pussy around me. Her eyes are closed, her wet lips parted as she moans.
"Come with me, Plokhoy kot," I pant. "Come all over me. Make a mess of my cock."
Her eyes fly open again and she gasps, "So perfect, your gorgeous cock-" She breaks off with a particularly harsh thrust. "Nothing has ever felt this good."
Pinching her clit between my fingers, I grin, half insane with lust, feeling my cock swell, needing to come, but not without her. "Now, sweetheart."
Like the good girl she is, my wife comes, writhing and moaning and clamping down on me tight enough to be a bit painful. It's perfect. It's too good and it will never be enough.
I manage to pull out of her and gently clean her up before I remember. "Didn't you have something you needed to tell me last night before I had to run out?"
Cupping my cheek, she smiles. "It'll wait. You have to be high-powered, majestic Nikandr right now. We'll talk when you get home."