Chapter 6 #2
The intimate moment was special, the taste of her sweet like cherries. I’d never thought of a kiss being that way before, but the analogy was perfect. She darted her tongue inside, no longer timid in her actions. The woman was allowing herself to enjoy the moment.
Within seconds, we were breathless, no longer able to keep our lips together.
It was impossible to take my eyes off her, enjoying every moment of the way her long eyelashes skimmed across her cheeks and the tight twist of her lips.
She finally threw her head back and pressed her hands against my chest, bucking hard against me.
My cock throbbed, swelling as she shifted up and down. Unable to help myself, I cupped her breasts, marveling at how perfect they felt in my hands. Her smile was slight, yet I could almost tell what she was thinking.
All her filthy thoughts were the same as mine.
I pinched one nipple, growling slightly when she moaned. The sound floated between us, perfect. Her buds were rock hard, so pink that my mouth watered to suck on them again. Everything about being with her was perfect.
The seconds ticked by turning into minutes and I could tell she was close to losing herself to another moment of sheer ecstasy.
Lifting my hips, I was able to pound into her, pushing her toward rapture. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head and as soon as the orgasm swept through her, I was rewarded with hearing my name dripping from her lush lips.
“Sasha. My God. Sasha.”
The need to be even deeper escalated and without hesitation, I flipped her over once again, yanking one leg up and over my shoulder.
Her laugh indicated surprise, but I could also tell she would remember I’d snatched back control. The bed rocked from my brutal strokes, driving deep inside her sweet pussy as her muscles clenched and released. For a little while, nothing and no one else mattered.
Just the two of us.
Every soft purr from her mouth echoed in my ears and barely seconds later, there was no chance of me holding back any longer.
As I erupted deep inside, every muscle tense like a piano wire, she gripped my arms. The feel of her fingertips pressing into my skin continued fueling the need for her.
Soon after, I collapsed over her, crushing my weight against her quivering body.
Together the harsh breathing was the only sound.
When I finally rolled over, giving her some air to breathe, it felt as if a weight had been lifted off my shoulders. How strange. How… incredible.
Lainey shifted until she had her arms on my chest, resting her chin as she peered at me. The warm feeling and heavy electricity shared between us had yet to dissipate.
I finally peered down at her while rubbing her arm. “Are you thirsty?”
“Mmm… I could drink something delicious.” I’d be damned if she didn’t wrap her fingers around my cock and her touch almost brought me back to life.
Leaning toward her, I pressed a kiss against her forehead. “Insatiable. I’ll be right back.”
“Do you mind if I search for a tee shirt to wear. I can’t go around naked the entire time I’m here.”
“I wouldn’t mind.” Laughing, I pointed to the double doors. “Every piece of clothing is in the closet. Help yourself.”
Another strange but enticing first. I was offering clothes to a woman tangled in my sheets. A part of me was excited to see what she’d choose.
Would the lovely superstar select one of my many starched dress shirts I had hanging side by side as my usual business uniform? Or would she go more rugged with a tee shirt carefully folded in the superbly crafted drawers highlighting the closet organizers I’d bought to make my life easier?
While I prided myself in staying organized, being perfunctory in making personal choices necessary when needing to corral a seven-year-old Ninja wannabe, I wasn’t perfect. Meaning I had a few rugby shirts that had yet to make it the laundry basket for my housekeeper to toss into the wash.
I jogged downstairs with a smile on my face. Every other time my daughter had been on a sleepover I’d worked late into the night. Being able to parade around my house naked was something else I hadn’t experienced before. Simple pleasures.
Heading into the living room and to the bar, my mind wandered to Damien and his Neanderthal actions. I’d known men like him my entire life. They thought their shit didn’t stink and that they were owed something.
One of my family members might need to keep me from doing something rash, something I’d thought to be in my past. Maybe I was the Neanderthal instead because all I could think about was crushing his skull for hurting my woman.
Laughing, I poured two fresh drinks. My woman. I’d called her a butterfly for several reasons, one of which being that something so precious shouldn’t be captured, but allowed to roam free. Maybe by tomorrow morning life would return to normal.
Whatever that was exactly.
With the drinks in hand, I returned to the bedroom, surprised to still find the light on in my way-too-large closet. Almost instantly I could see why.
She’d accidentally stumbled on a hidden button exposing the real reason for the update in my closet system.
Standing in a long red jersey with her hair disheveled from our incredible passion, she appeared more vulnerable than before. It was the look in her eyes that accentuated how disturbed she was at the discovery.
“That’s a safe room. The movies call it a panic room.”
Lainey was staring at the opening almost as if fearful monsters would come crawling out. “I’m sorry. I wasn’t prying. I opened the dresser and suddenly it moved.”
This time when I laughed it was meant to ease her concern, but it was obvious the existence of the room reminded her I was a dangerous man from a ruthless family. “You’re not prying at all, Lainey.”
She blinked a few times before tipping her head toward me. “You’re in that much danger.”
While she allowed me to hand her a drink, I was surprised her fingers managed to hold the glass without dropping it. Neither sugarcoating my world nor lying to her would fly. She was much smarter than that.
“My father and uncle were involved in some very dangerous activities when they arrived here from Moscow. They’d lived a life of violence and bloodshed and knew little else.
They learned very quickly after arriving in the United States that there were several factions who would stop at nothing to keep them from succeeding.
They were forced to go into both a defensive mode to protect their families and an offensive position to build an empire. ”
“With illegal activities.”
“Yes. At first. That’s all they knew.”
Her eyes darted across mine. “And now?”
“Now, we run a billion-dollar corporation specializing in recreation and entertainment.”
The way she searched my eyes meant she wasn’t certain whether to trust me or her instinct. “No illegal activities?”
Sighing, I hunkered down in front of the opening. “I won’t lie to you, Lainey. The entire family does what’s necessary to keep our employees and our business protected.”
“Whatever methods necessary. That’s why there are those condemning your family as being dangerous criminals.”
“Yes, and I can’t deny that was true in the past. But I assure you that not only do we prefer living our lives on the straight and narrow, but also that there are thousands of what appear to be decent, law-abiding citizens who cross the line every day.”
She laughed nervously before taking a sip of her drink. “Does the existence of this room mean you still have enemies?”
“We do. However, it’s not typical on a day-to-day basis that any of us face the barrel of a gun.” Maybe my choice of words wasn’t the best decision. Her brow was furrowed, her breath skipping. “Come here.”
“Why?”
“Because I said so.” She wasn’t buying my commanding nature. “Let me show you the room so you’ll understand there’s nothing sinister about it.”
Lainey debated before dropping to her knees, keeping her drink balanced as she crawled a little closer.
“You also need to remember I have a child. I will do whatever it takes to keep her safe as I would anyone else I care about.”
She half smiled, perhaps knowing I’d included her. I backed into the room, standing and waiting as she crawled inside. She seemed pleasantly surprised.
“This is… beautiful.”
“I wasn’t trying to make it a dungeon. Just a place to buy some time if there was a home invasion.
There’s food and water in case the situation calls for it, toys because my daughter couldn’t handle being in a quiet environment without something to do.
And a communications system. There are also connections to the security cameras located outside and in a few places inside the house and of course the ability to make phone calls without being detected.
The room is both soundproofed and was built with material that makes the space impervious to a bomb or fire. ”
She lifted her gaze after studying the furniture. “You thought of everything.”
“The room gives me peace of mind. Plus, it’s not on any building plans so no one knows this exists.”
“Does Nina know?”
I thought about her question. “No. I keep getting around to telling her, but you don’t know my daughter.
That will lead to a series of questions, many of which I won’t have the answer for.
Somehow, she’ll find a way to drift into the same question I get asked about every four months. Does Santa Claus exist?”
Her face finally lit up. “Of course he does! Who else brings presents?”
We both laughed together. “She’s very much like her mother.” Almost instantly, I felt myself shutting down.
“Your wife?”
As if instinctively, I rubbed the area on my finger where I’d worn the ring up until three years before. “Yes.”
“What was she like?”
“Let’s not talk about her, Lainey. There are areas of my life that will remain completely private. I hope you understand.”
What I could never share with anyone including inside my family was that my grief was more about the fact I’d failed her when I’d promised to protect her.
Maybe that’s why the nagging thought in the back of my mind persisted.
I would do anything to keep Lainey protected.
Anything.