Chapter 21
NIKA
After the storm, the beach is swept clean.
Aunt Yelena and I sit near the water the following day, our toes in the sand watching the waves lap against the surf.
She puts up a big tent and tuts at me when I tell her I want to get tan.
“With skin like that? You don’t tan, Nikusha, you only turn into lobster.
” She makes clacking-claw gestures with her hands.
Gabe joins us for a couple hours. He sits in a chair looking like he can’t stand sitting still.
I keep stealing glances at his muscular, tattooed chest, at his scars and the fresh bruises from where he got shot in his bulletproof vest. He’s beautiful and dangerous, even hiding behind dark sunglasses, his thick hair salty and curly.
He smirks at me when he notices me looking, and I try to pretend like I’m not thinking about him.
Even if he’s on my mind all the time.
Life feels normal for a few days. Gabe’s out working most of the time, which means I get to spend hours with Aunt Yelena catching up.
She talks about her work in Moscow, about convincing the various Bratva families and factions to back Gabe, how half of them split off to follow my cousin instead.
She cooks, puts on movies, and makes me feel like I’m home again.
I don’t want this to end.
Gabe comes home at night. He slips into my bed and wraps his warm arms around me.
We barely kiss for three days, but that feels right.
It isn’t that I don’t want to—if I’m honest, all I can think about is sex when he’s around—but more like we need to reestablish what it’s like to be with each other again.
There’s no conversation about our relationship, no definitions, no declarations, but I don’t need any of that.
He comes home. He sleeps in my bed. He holds me when I let him. That’s enough.
On the fourth day, we go swimming together.
He’s good in the water. His long, lean arms slice through the waves like they’re nothing.
Aunt Yelena paces us on the beach, watching under her big floppy sun hat.
Gabe comes to me, pulls me against him and kisses me.
It tastes like salt water. I laugh and splash him, and we play like that.
It’s the most lighthearted I’ve ever seen him.
I get three hours of Gabe that day, and when we head back to the house, I take a long, hot shower, smiling to myself and replaying the memory of paddling circles around him while we bob up and down in the waves, his smirk and his shaggy hair, his glorious shoulders and gorgeous arms.
I get out, hair wet, wrapped in a towel and humming to myself, and find him sitting on the bed. Our eyes meet and I don’t move. “I thought you were out working.”
“I came back early.”
“Why?”
But we both know. He stands and walks to me. I freeze, mouth hanging open, heart racing into my throat, and I’m wondering am I ready am I ready but when he touches my cheek with his hand and bends down to press his lips to mine so gently, I barely feel it at first, I know I am.
His tongue laps into my mouth as I breathe in through my nose.
Gently, I release my grip on the towel and let it slip down.
He lets out a soft snarl of delight when it falls to the floor.
His hands roam my soft, showered body, skin tanned despite what Aunt Yelena said.
He lingers on my curves, cupping my ass, teasing my breasts, fingers lacing into my hair.
I stumble back against the bed. He pushes me down and drops to his knees, tugging me to the edge. My legs wrap around his face as he kisses my thighs. “I’ve been so patient,” he murmurs, his tongue rolling down my folds as I grip his hair tightly. “So fucking patient.”
“I bet that was hard for you. Three… whole days…”
“Hard? It was fucking torture.” He teases me open, tonguing my clit, one finger sliding inside.
I whimper as pleasure bursts into my core.
“Don’t be so dramatic,” I say with a moan as he slides his finger in deeper. “It wasn’t… torture…”
“It was hell, Nika, sharing a bed with you and pretending like I’m a good man.”
“You did… a terrible job…” Fuck, that feels so good. My back arches as he sucks my clit and slides a second finger inside of me.
“Oh, I did?”
“I felt how hard you were… most nights…”
“A man can only control so much.”
“Oh god that feels so good.” He sucks and licks me like he’s losing control and I love it.
I grind into him, losing my mind, and I realize I’ve been as tense as him.
I’ve wanted this since the second we kissed on the porch during the storm a few days back.
I needed time to get past everything, to decide I really can forgive him, and now—
I tug him back. He growls, low and menacing, like he’s warning me.
I sit up and kiss him, tasting my pussy on his tongue and lips.
I suck his tongue and bite him before desperately pulling off his shirt and his trousers.
He stands in front of me and I unbuckle him, heart pulsing with how bad I want his dick in my mouth.
He’s rock hard when I get him in my hands. A pearl of beading cum shines on his tip. God, I love that. He watches me with pure adoration as I take him in my mouth and taste it. I lick him, rolling my tongue around in circles.
“Fuck, Nika, your mouth feels so good,” he says, low and masculine, and it does something to me. It sends a shiver of pure delight down my spine. That voice is heaven and it promises hell. “I’m a sick man, baby. I want to corrupt my wife. I want to ruin her.”
I pull back with a gasp. “Good. Show me.”
His eyes shine with desire as he pushes me back, turns me around, and pins me down on my belly.
I yelp in surprise when he holds one wrist behind my back and lifts the other above my head.
His massive, hard cock rubs against my ass, moving down to my pussy as his lips kiss my neck, nibbling from behind.
I moan, turning my face sideways. His lips find the edge of mine.
“You don’t want that yet, Nika,” he whispers, his grip on my wrists iron hard. “You want me to go slow. To be gentle. To treat you like a princess.”
“No,” I say, meeting his eyes. “I don’t. I want you to treat me like…”
“Like what?”
I’m mortified. Embarrassment floods me. But I shove it back and moan the word as he bites my shoulder.
“Treat me like your slut.”
He moans, the sound holding an edge of pure bliss and desperation, out of control with it. “Fuck, Nika, you’re going to kill me.”
“Break me, Gabe. I’m your wife. Treat me like I’m your slut too.”
He pulls back with an animalistic groan and lifts my hips up.
He shoves his fingers in my mouth. “Suck, slut,” he orders, and I lick his fingers, getting them soaked.
He strokes himself with his wet hand, getting my spit all over his dick, and glazes himself with my wet pussy from behind.
“Tell me you love it when I sink into your tightness.”
He fills me from behind, edging his tip in first, before sinking in the rest. I gasp, pleasure and pain warring, but it’s not as intense as the first time. There’s more bliss as he strokes in deep, gripping my hair, keeping my wrist behind my back. My face is shoved against the mattress.
“I love your big dick,” I whisper, feeling embarrassed but wild with how much I love it.
“Louder. Say it again.” He strokes in hard as punishment but stops, buried in me. “Say it, Nika.”
“I love your big dick!” Fuck, it’s filthy. I can’t believe I’m actually saying this, but it sends a spike of desire rolling down my spine.
“That’s right, baby.” He strokes into me again, going faster, filling me to the brim and driving me right to the edge.
He’s dominating me, controlling me. “You’re my filthy girl, aren’t you?
You’ve been so needy, waiting for my big cock to fuck you nice and deep.
God, you’re so wet for me, you’re dripping down my shaft. What a filthy slut.”
“Keep going,” I plead, barely holding on. He fucks me harder, cock driving into me. It hurts, and it feels good, and when he reaches around my hips to stroke my clit it’s like my entire world winnows down to this moment. “Oh my god I’m so close.”
“Who said you could come? Did I tell you to come, my little slut? You have to beg for it.”
“Please, Gabe, oh my god.”
He pulls his cock out. I gasp in alarm as he turns me around, fisting his wet dick. “Lick yourself off me. Clean my cock and maybe then, if you do a good job, I’ll let you finish.”
“Gabe!”
“Open your mouth, filthy girl.” His eyes blaze at me and I can’t help it.
I do as I’m told and let him bury his dick between my lips.
I suck him, licking, drooling and swallowing as much as I can, desperate to do a good job so he’ll give me what I need.
He groans, gripping my hair, thrusting into my lips, and I taste myself on his shaft.
It tastes shockingly good. I feel alive, dripping, tensing, and he growls, eyes rolling back.
He pulls me off his dick. “God damn it, I nearly finished right down your throat. I have no control with you, Nika.”
He pins me on my back and spreads my legs.
He kisses me, drowning me with his tongue, and his cock slides inside deep.
I gasp at how easily he fits and it feels so fucking good when he fucks me.
The pain’s gone now. I didn’t even know it could feel like this as he holds my hands above my head, sucks my nipples, biting them, fucking me, filling me, praising me as he does it, telling me I feel like heaven and he can barely hold himself back, he wants to finish between my legs, and my back arches and my eyes roll back, and I beg his name as my triggers pull and I come apart at the seams.