37. Luna
Luna
That was way quicker than I thought it was going to be.
Not.
After we left for the safe house—which was in Portugal of all places—we set up our temporary headquarters and went into full lockdown mode. No contact, no outside communication, and absolutely no way to let my husband know where the fuck I was.
For security reasons, of course.
It didn’t stop me from hacking into our home’s security system and watching my husband sulk like a lovesick fool.
It was both amusing and heartbreaking.
I kept replaying our last conversation before I left, his voice softening when he told me he loved me.
My husband loves me.
I smirk to myself just thinking about it.
As soon as Isabella gave the green light for us to return to our everyday lives, I bolted.
Amani and Raven are flying in later, but I couldn’t wait a second longer. The second the words “we’re good to go” left Isabella’s mouth, I was already halfway to the damn airport.
Now, as our driver pulls up to the house, anticipation courses through my veins. I barely let the car come to a complete stop before I throw open the door and sprint toward the front entrance.
"Vlad? Are you home?" I yell the moment I step inside.
No response.
Instead, I’m met by the sight of Nova bounding toward me, her tail wagging like a blur.
"Nova, did you miss me?" I drop to my knees, wrapping my arms around her as she whines and nuzzles into me.
She smells like him.
"Sweet girl, it’s great to see you, but I was hoping to see your daddy as well," I murmur, scratching behind her ears.
"You better call me daddy in the bedroom, too, Lisichka.”
I gasp and whip around at the sound of his voice.
And there he is.
Thirty-two fucking days.
Thirty-two of watching him behind a screen without him knowing.
But now, he’s here. In front of me.
And fuck, he looks good.
His hair has grown past his shoulder blades, wild and untamed. A small beard now shadows his jawline, and all I can think about is how good it’s going to feel between my thighs.
He looks wrecked. Disheveled. Hungry.
Sweat clings to his shirt like a second skin, his veins popping from his arms as he clenches his fists. His entire body is taut with tension—like he’s barely holding himself together.
"Hi," I breathe.
He doesn’t answer.
He closes the space between us instantly, gripping me tightly before crushing his lips against mine.
I moan into his mouth as he lifts me effortlessly, wrapping my legs around his waist. His kiss is deep, raw, and desperate, his hands gripping me like he’s afraid I’ll disappear if he lets go.
Thirty-two days of longing.
Thirty-two days of wanting.
Thirty-two days without his touch, and now?
Now, we’re making up for every single second.
Vladimir kisses me like a man starved. Like he’s spent the last month in a desert, and I’m the first drop of water he’s had in weeks.
His lips are demanding, his grip bruising, and fuck—if this is what being missed feels like, I might leave more often just to be greeted like this.
He carries me with ease, his large hands gripping my ass as he slams me against the nearest wall. The heat from his body seeps into mine, and I swear I can feel his heartbeat hammering just as wildly as my own.
I barely get a chance to breathe before he’s back on me, devouring me whole. His tongue sweeps into my mouth, claiming me without hesitation. I moan, my fingers tangling in his overgrown hair, yanking slightly—just because I can.
He groans into my mouth, pressing his hips into mine.
Holy shit.
He’s hard.
Painfully hard.
"Thirty-two days, Lisichka,” he rasps against my lips. "Do you have any idea what that did to me?"
I smirk, rolling my hips against his. “Because you sound like you’re about to break, I’d say it was absolute hell."
Vlad growls, gripping my thighs tighter. "You think you’re funny, don’t you?"
I tilt my head, licking my lips. "A little bit, sir."
He doesn’t laugh.
With one swift motion, he pulls my shirt over my head and tosses it across the room. His mouth instantly finds my neck, teeth grazing over my pulse point before he bites down just enough to make me whimper.
"You should be punished," he mutters, kissing his way down my throat.
"For what?" I pant, already dizzy with lust.
"For leaving me," he growls. "For watching me sulk like a lovesick fool from fucking Portugal and not saying a damn thing."
I stiffen slightly. "Wait?—"
"You think I wouldn’t find out, moya Luna?" He leans back just enough to look me in the eyes, his lips curling into a knowing smirk. "You forget who you married?"
Fuck.
I should feel embarrassed.
I should feel guilty.
But instead, I feel a delicious thrill run down my spine.
"You liked knowing I was watching you," I whisper, dragging my nails down his chest. "Did it turn you on, Vlad? Knowing your little wife was checking in on you?"
His grip on me tightens, his pupils blown wide with desire. "No, Lisichka. What turns me on is knowing that now, you’re here. Now, I don’t have to miss you. Now, I can fucking have you."
I shiver at the possessiveness in his voice.
Vlad doesn’t waste another second.
With a sharp tug, he rips my bra off, my breasts spilling free. The cool air kisses my skin for only a second before his mouth is on me—hot, wet, and hungry.
"Vlad," I moan, arching into him as he flicks his tongue over my nipple piercing, his other hand kneading my breast with just the right amount of pressure.
"You’re so fucking beautiful," he murmurs, his voice hoarse. "Every time I see you, I want to drop to my knees and worship you."
I smirk, tugging on his hair again. "Then be a good little vampire and do it."
He growls.
Before I can react, he’s dropping to his knees in front of me, his hands gripping my hips as he pulls my shorts and panties down in one swift motion.
"You’re fucking soaked," he mutters darkly, dragging a finger through my pussy. "I haven’t even touched you properly yet."
"Maybe I missed you too," I whisper breathlessly.
Vlad groans and hooks my leg over his shoulder, pressing my back against the wall as he spreads me open for him.
"You missed me?" he taunts, his breath hot against my aching pussy. "Then show me. Say it."
I swallow thickly, my fingers threading through his hair. "I missed you, sir."
His eyes darken.
"Good girl," he praises.
Then, without warning, he devours me.
A loud gasp escapes me as his tongue flicks over my clit, sending a jolt of pleasure up my spine. He doesn’t start slow—doesn’t ease me into it.
No, he eats me like he’s been fucking starved.
His tongue is relentless, teasing and circling before he sucks my clit into his mouth, making my legs tremble.
"Vlad—fuck," I pant, my head falling back against the wall.
He hums against me, the vibrations making my stomach coil with heat.
I can feel my orgasm building already, my muscles tightening as his tongue moves with deadly precision.
"You taste like heaven," he growls, his grip on my thighs tightening. "I should make you come just like this. Make you beg for my cock."
I moan, grinding against his mouth, desperate for more. "Please, sir, don’t stop?—"
He doesn’t.
He fucks me with his tongue, alternating between deep strokes and teasing flicks until I’m completely at his mercy.
I feel it hit me fast—too fast.
"Vlad, I’m—fuck, I’m coming?—"
He groans, sucking my clit hard as I shatter against his mouth. My entire body tenses, my fingers yanking on his hair as I cry out.
But he doesn’t stop.
Even as I come undone, he keeps licking, dragging out my pleasure until I’m a trembling mess against the wall.
When he finally pulls back, his lips are wet, his expression feral.
Standing up and lifting me into his arms, Vlad carries me into the bedroom with that effortless strength of his, his grip firm but reverent, like I’m something precious he refuses to let go of.
The moment my back hits the mattress, he’s on me. His hands grip my thighs, spreading them wide as he looms over me, his blue eyes practically glowing with hunger.
"You’re so fucking perfect," he murmurs, dragging his fingers up my inner thigh, making me shiver. "You’ve been mine since you stepped into my club, but now? Now, I need to remind you."
His words send a wicked thrill straight through me, my skin burning under his gaze. "Then what are you waiting for, sir?" I purr, arching my back and pressing my chest against his.
Vlad growls low in his throat, and his clothes are gone within seconds.
My mouth goes dry at the sight of him.
I’ve seen him naked before—obviously—but something about this moment, the raw intensity in his gaze, the way his cock stands thick and hard between us, makes me feel like he’s about to wreck me completely.
And fuck, I want him to.
He fists his cock, running the tip through my throbbing pussy, coating himself in my wetness, and I whimper, already sensitive from my last orgasm.
"You ready for me, Lisichka?” he murmurs, his voice thick with lust.
"Always," I breathe.
Vladimir doesn’t hesitate.
With one smooth, deep thrust, he buries himself inside me, stretching me open in the most deliciously painful way.
A choked moan escapes me as my fingers dig into his back. "Oh fuck?—"
Vlad groans, his head falling into the crook of my neck. "So fucking tight," he grits out, his body trembling as he fights for control.
I exhale shakily, adjusting to the sweet burn of him filling me. "Then move, baby. Make me feel it."
His grip on my thighs tightens, and then?—
He fucks me.
Hard. Deep. Unrelenting.
Each thrust sends me higher, my body singing in pleasure as he claims me over and over again. His hands are everywhere—gripping my hips, sliding up my waist, wrapping around my throat just enough to make my breath hitch.
"You take me so fucking well," he growls against my ear, his voice sending a violent shiver down my spine. "You were made for me, weren’t you, moya Luna?"
I can’t even think straight, let alone answer him. My nails rake down his back, leaving red marks in their wake.
Vlad loves it.
He hisses at the sting, his thrusts turning brutal as he pounds into me without restraint.
"Vladimir—fuck, fuck," I sob, my body tightening, the coil in my stomach ready to snap.
He grins wickedly, leaning down to bite my bottom lip. "You close, Lisichka?"
I nod rapidly, my moans coming faster, sharper.
"Then fucking come for me."
His fingers drop between us, rubbing tight, quick circles over my clit, and I break.
I scream his name, my body arching, convulsing, my orgasm crashing over me like a tidal wave.
But Vlad isn’t done.
He grunts, slamming into me once, twice—then he snaps, spilling inside me with a deep, guttural growl.
I shudder at the feel of it, his warmth filling me completely, and I swear I see stars.
We stay like that for a moment, panting, sweating, tangled in each other. His forehead presses against mine, his breath heavy against my lips.
Then, he chuckles darkly.
"Thirty-two days," he murmurs, nipping at my jaw. "We still have a lot to make up for, Lisichka."
I gasp as he rolls his hips again, still hard inside me.
Oh, fuck.
I might actually die tonight.
And the worst part?
I wouldn’t even complain.
I wake up feeling deliciously wrecked. Every muscle aches in the most satisfying way, my limbs heavy and warm against the sheets. The bed carries Vladimir's scent—dark spice and smoke, masculine and addictive—and it makes my toes curl beneath the covers.
I turn my head, expecting him beside me, but the space is empty. A frown tugs at my lips as I stretch lazily, sheets sliding against my skin. The bedroom door creaks open.
There he is. Vladimir Petrov, shirtless and sinfully gorgeous, a tray of food in one hand and a smug smirk on his lips.
“Morning, printsessa,” he greets, setting the tray beside me. “You look well-rested.”
I snort, reaching for a piece of toast. “I’m exhausted, you absolute menace.”
He chuckles, settling beside me, his hand gliding up my thigh beneath the covers. “Good. I like seeing you worn out because of me.”
I roll my eyes. “If you want me functional today, you’d better behave.”
His brow lifts, fingers tracing slow, lazy circles. “And if I don’t?”
My lips curl. “Then I’ll make you suffer, husband.”
His smirk deepens. “You’d deny me, Lisichka?”
The bedroom door crashes open.
“Thank fuck you’re alive!”
I jolt, nearly spilling my tea, as Amani, Raven, Dimitri, and Konstantin barge in.
Seriously, thank the universe, I’m dressed. The last thing I need is for Vlad to go on a murderous rampage because his brother and best friend caught an eyeful they’d never unsee.
Raven smirks. “You two done fucking yet, or should we come back later?”
Vlad groans. “I should’ve locked the door.”
Dimitri snorts. “Like that would’ve stopped us.”
I narrow my eyes. “Alright, how’d you know I was spying on you ?”
Dimitri smirks. “Believe it or not, I’m the tech guy.”
Raven snorts. “Tech guy? You probably just Googled ‘how to use a GPS.’”
Dimitri clutches his chest dramatically. “Wounding me already, dorogaya? I built Vlad’s entire surveillance system.”
Vlad chuckles. “Annoying, but useful.”
I arch a brow at Dimitri. “So, you’re the brains behind the operation?”
Dimitri grins. “A man of many talents—most of which Raven will fall for.”
Raven’s eyes narrow. “Keep dreaming, loser.”
Konstantin shakes his head. “Next time, Luna, take Vladimir with you. Maybe you can swap him out for Amani and Raven. He’ll keep you out of trouble.”
Vlad's arm tightens around me as he mutters, “Or cause more of it.”
I smirk. “Only one way to find out.”
Vlad’s chuckle rumbles softly as he pulls me closer. “Welcome home, Zhizn moya. Looks like you brought the chaos with you.”