CHAPTER 21
Anastasia
Pacing a hole in the floor, I wring my hands while worry for Rodian makes me spiral more and more.
When I woke up, I got dressed and went looking for him in the main cabin, but stepping out of the bedroom, I was met with a group of scary-looking guards.
To say I had a slight panic attack would be an understatement. The instant Sergei stepped in my direction, I darted back into the bedroom and slammed the door shut.
My breaths rush over my lips, and I’m unable to fight the memories as they creep into my mind.
Flashes of my uncles being beaten shudder through me, and they’re followed by the hell I endured. The endless days of hunger and pain become too much, and crouching down, I press my hands to my ears and squeeze my eyes tightly shut.
It’s okay. You’re not there anymore.
It feels as if something is squeezing the air from my lungs and crushing my ribs, but then the sound of applause and cheers gets through to me, and my head snaps up.
I rush to the door, and just as I reach for it, it opens. Rodian smiles when he sees me, but it quickly drops from his face, and he pulls the door shut behind him before asking, “What happened?”
“You said you would wake me up!” I cry, and darting forward, I throw my arms around his neck. “I was so worried.”
Hooking an arm around me, he leans a little back so he can lock eyes with me. “I didn’t want to disturb you, moya krasavitsa.”
“Don’t ever do that again.” I move my hands to either side of his jaw and press a desperate kiss to his mouth. “I had the fright of my life when I left the bedroom and saw a cabin full of guards.”
“They were protecting you.”
I shake my head. “It’s too soon. You can’t leave me alone with so many men.”
Giving me a remorseful look, he nods. “I won’t make that mistake again, but you need to meet me halfway. You can trust Sergei. He’ll be your personal guard. Will you be okay with that?”
“I thought he protected you?”
“I’ll get someone new. Besides, I have Andrei with me half the time.” He leans down, giving me a tender kiss. “I’m sorry for scaring you like that. Are we good?”
I nod while hugging him tightly. “Where were you?”
“I went to kill Sokolov.”
My head snaps back, my eyes going wide as saucers. “So he’s dead? So quickly?”
My man nods. “I don’t like wasting time when I can spend it with my beautiful wife.” Gripping hold of my hand, he says, “We’re going home. Let’s take our seats.”
Sticking close to him as we exit the bedroom, relief pours into my chest.
When we sit down, Rodian again straps me in before he puts on his own seat belt, then he links our fingers together while sighing, “What a fucking day.”
Remembering our luggage, I ask, “Why did we pack clothes for such a short trip?”
A hot grin spreads over his face. “Because we’re not spending our wedding night at the estate.”
“Oh?” Needing to touch more of him, I lean into his shoulder and place my hand on his chest. “Where are we spending it?”
“At my penthouse in the city. I usually stay there when I have a lot of work or I’m too tired to drive home.”
Worried, I ask, “So there will be nights you won’t come home, and I won’t see you?”
Covering my hand with his, he gives it a squeeze. “Fuck no. You’ll be at the penthouse with me when I have a lot to do. I won’t be able to focus on shit if I don’t get to see you.”
My heart melts, and I swoon a little.
With our heads close together, he growls, “This plane better take off already so I can sink balls deep into you.” When I glance at the guards, my cheeks warming, he snaps, “Don’t worry about them. I want all your attention, and I don’t give a fuck if they overhear how badly I need my wife.”
The jet begins to move, taxiing down the runway, and when it lifts into the air, I can feel the intense energy coming off Rodian in waves.
He must be wound tight from attacking Sokolov.
I press a kiss to his shoulder and rub my hand up and down his chest in an attempt to ease his stress, but it only earns me a smoldering look from him, telling me it’s taking a lot from him not to strip and fuck me right where we’re sitting.
The second the seat belt sign turns off, he unfastens our belts and practically drags me to the bedroom.
I’m reminded of how strong Rodian is when he throws me onto the bed like I’m nothing more than a feather.
The predatory look on his face makes a thrill rush through my body, and when he crawls over me, I reach for him.
Our mouths come together in a searing hot kiss while we rip at each other’s clothes.
I don’t care that I’m tender from the previous two times, and just like before, Rodian uses my arousal to lubricate his manhood before he slams so hard into me that I cry out from how much it stings.
He’s too far gone to realize it wasn’t a cry of pleasure, and as he fucks me like a possessed man, I dig my nails into his shoulders.
Just as the burning sensation begins to ease, he grabs my left thigh and hauls my leg over his ass, increasing his pace even more and hitting me so deep, whimper after whimper escapes me.
Somehow pleasure mixes with the stabbing pain while I hold on for dear life as he hammers into me until an orgasm finally erases the discomfort. It’s so intense, it feels like my body is being tossed around by powerful waves of ecstasy and my vision goes spotty.
He smothers my hoarse scream with his mouth and a moment later, his body jerks against mine as he comes with a rough groan. Spasming as if he’s being electrocuted, he breaks the kiss and clenches his jaw.
Holy shit, I’ve never seen anything hotter in my life.
The sight makes my core flutter, which draws another groan from him.
“Blyad?,” he grits the curse out, and as he comes down from his high, worry creases his brow. “Are you okay? Iisus Khristos, I was way too fucking rough.” Lifting himself off me, he pulls out, then he snaps angrily, “You’re bleeding! I’m so fucking sorry. How much does it hurt?”
It takes more energy than I have to sit up, and as I look down and see the blood, which is more than when he took my virginity, I gasp, but the worry on his face has me swallowing my reaction.
I quickly shake my head. “I’m okay. It stung a little, but I’m fine.”
Climbing off the bed, he sweeps me up into his arms and carries me into the bathroom. “I wish there was a tub so you could soak.” He sets me down so carefully, it makes me feel unbelievably treasured.
After opening the faucets, he checks the temperature before moving me into the shower.
When the worried look doesn’t leave his eyes, I cup his jaw and say, “I’m really okay, Rodian. Honestly, I love that you want me so much it made you lose control.” Lifting onto my tiptoes, I kiss him. “Stop worrying, my love.”
His eyes soften on me. “I like that.”
Tilting my head, I ask, “When I call you my love?”
He nods as he reaches for the body wash, squirting some into his hands. Gliding his palms over my skin, he begins to wash every inch of me, but he’s extra gentle between my legs.
When he gets to my breasts, he takes his time, and I don’t know who enjoys it most between the two of us.
“The sex was fucking hot,” he says as he grabs more body wash. “I’ve never come so hard before.”
I get one hell of a show as his hands move over his chest and abs before washing the mixture of arousal and blood off his manhood.
“Like what you see, Moya Krasavitsa?”
“Oh yes.”
He takes hold of my hand and puts some body wash on my palm, then grins at me. “I don’t think I got it all. Maybe you can do a better job.”
A smile spreads over my face as I rub my hands together to create some suds, and when I begin to caress his chest, I love how hard and warm his skin is.
I make my way down to his abs and the sharp curves by his hips, biting my bottom lip, because…
bloody hell, I have an incredibly attractive husband.
Curling my fingers around his cock and getting to touch that part of a man for the first time, I’m surprised by how soft his skin is as it stretches over what feels like steel.
Utterly fascinated, I stroke his manhood, my fingertips exploring the veins and mushroom-shaped head. When a pearl of semen forms, I swipe it onto the pad of my thumb to take a closer look.
“You are not going to leave me hanging like that,” he growls, making my head snap up. I was so fixated on exploring his body, I didn’t notice I was turning him on.
With a grin, I wrap my hand around his manhood again while rubbing my other one up and down his chest. Pressing kisses to his tattoos, I begin to stroke him, watching his reaction closely.
Grabbing hold of my ass, he kneads and squeezes my cheeks while I pump him faster, licking and kissing his pecs to my heart’s delight.
“Blyad?…Blyad?…Blyad?!” With the words leaving him along with rough grunts, he comes, and I get to watch as jets of semen hit the rolls of my stomach.
His manhood softens in my hand, and letting go, I decide to tease him and say, “You have one hell of a sexual appetite, and I’m totally okay with that, but it makes me wonder what your body count is.”
Rodian rinses his release off my skin while replying, “Besides you, only two.”
My eyebrows fly up as we step out of the shower and dry ourselves. “I find that very hard to believe.”
“I don’t do one-night stands. My first relationship lasted throughout my senior year of school. When I started working for the Bratva, I broke things off because she wasn’t from our world.”
We leave the bathroom, and while getting dressed, he continues telling me about his past.
“My second relationship didn’t make it past the six-month mark.
She wanted to get married and have kids.
I was twenty-three and not ready at all for that kind of commitment.
” Leaning down, he locks eyes with me. “But you are my first and only love, and your sexy body is responsible for my appetite.”
Holy crap.
“So you’ve been celibate since you were twenty-three?” When he nods, I ask, “Isn’t it unhealthy? I read somewhere most men have to do the deed daily.”
He pulls me closer until our bodies are pressed together. “I’ve been jerking off to the image of you since we met.”
Smiling up at him, I’ve never been happier in my life. “Now you have me to take care of you.”
“Hmm…” The sound rumbles deep from within his chest, then he lowers his head and kisses me thoroughly.
Our love weaves a spell around us, and he only ends the kiss when we hear the announcement that the jet will land in twenty minutes.