by Rie Warren
I stepped up to her, padding quietly on bare feet. I softly gathered her lustrous hair in one hand, curling the rich brown waves over her shoulder. My fingers caressed down the center of her sinuous spine, and there was a quick intake of breath from her at my lingering touch.
I’d blamed the shakes on anger then—that day when Arkady married Lucia. I told myself the trembling had everything to do with being annoyed at Sasha and nothing to do with me.
I was under no such illusions now.
Her voice beguiled me.
Her body bewitched me.
Her very being bedeviled me.
My fingers trembled because I wanted her so much it was painful to play this tantalizing game of waiting until I could take her.
Then our eyes met and caught in the mirror in front of her. Only for a second, because I needed to see what the hell I was doing with the fiddly little pearl buttons that made me feel like I had sausages for fingers.
I blew out an exhalation. “This may take a long time.”
The shift of her shimmering gaze lifted to mine. “I don’t mind.”
I nodded briefly, cursing the tiny row of fastenings.
Beginning at the bottom, right above her ass encased in the expensive lace, I pushed the first button through.
Bending toward her, I licked along her neck to behind her ear.
Breathing in her scent, the perfume that made heat coalesce inside of me, I slowly cinched Sasha inside of the wedding gown that had riveted me from the moment she glided downstairs, ready to take her vows.
She swayed as I moved toward the final closures, her eyes shining like blue haze in reflection.
With each button slipped through the silk loop, my cock rubbed against her.
Desire wound us together, as tight as the wedding dress enveloping her incredible figure, her creamy flesh playing a game of hide-and-seek inside the semi sheer gown.
Once done, I spun her around.
The lacey designs enticed me, dipping deeply between her generous tits. Because she wore no undergarment—definitely not the bridal corset I’d made good use of—her nipples stood out, the bejeweled rings prominent.
The long train wrapped around her legs until she fluffed the feathery layers of fabric to trail behind her.
Her skin glowed as did her light irises, and she slowly wet her lips with the pink tip of her tongue.
I stood away from her, compelled to worship her with words that had held little meaning to me before. “You are so beautiful.”
For once she said nothing, but the soft wash of the blush painted across her cheeks told me more than words ever could.
Palming one side of her neck, I set my lips against hers. Our mouths moved, her lips widening, my tongue rounding inside her sleek contours.
The wedding gown crushed between us, and Sasha murmured low love words that were part English and part Russian.
My hands skimmed around to the back of the dress I’d just gotten her into. “I am going to take this off you now.”
“I freaking hope so.”
My dirty chuckle that thundered out almost got drowned in my groan that followed as I skipped through the teensy buttons I’d just closed.
I peeled the silky soft confection from her flushed flesh with a whoosh that sounded throughout the room.
She stepped from the scallop-like shell of her gown that lay at her feet, freely naked.
Eyes locked on her, I cruised my jeans all the way down my legs and kicked them away.
Completely bare, we came together. Scars and ink. Both of us.
Piercings. Both of us.
Hard to soft, and hot to hot.
The slide of our skin and the sounds from our throats sensual, sexual, ready and, da, horny.
I pushed her to the bed, prowling up after her. I scattered the pillows and spread her legs and dipped my bigger, heavier body on top of hers.
My hands skimmed to the sides of her face as I caged her against me.
Not that she was going anywhere.
Her legs wound around my thighs, her arms wrapping around my torso, and I tasted her mouth. Her lips parted beneath mine, her moan captured in the heat of the kiss. I skated my lips down her neck, onto her collarbone where my tongue snaked against her delicate flesh.
One of her hands roamed down my chest to my abs then onto my distended cock. Her fingers closed around my hard dick, shooting bolts of sensation through me too fast. Groaning loudly, I knocked her hand away and held both of her wrists pinned beside her head.
Sasha bucked against me with a sensual snarl, but I wasn’t fooled. She wanted this as much as I did.
She liked me overpowering her.
She knew I’d give her all the control in a heartbeat but this time . . . I would have my way.
And my way began with the sexy ornaments strung through her deep red nipples.
“Don’t move your hands, Sashenka,” I ordered in a growl.
“Maksim . . .” Her voice a shuddering compulsion, she flicked dazed dilated eyes to me.
Rising above her, I reached over to the bedside table. From inside, I retrieved a long, delicate, tungsten chain. The links jangled, and Sasha’s eyes grew wider before dipping low in anticipation.
With slow precision, I clasped one end of the chain to one piercing then the other. She shivered, her upright aroused nipples now linked together.
A smirk tugged at my lips. I would introduce the weights at a later date.
For now, I let the chain attached to her piercings dribble through her deep cleavage before I dragged the length that joined both of her breasts to her belly.
Cold chain hit hot flesh, and she hissed.
She rolled her hips beneath me, my cock throbbing at her movement.
Looming still above her, I traipsed my fingers along each interlocking male and female part of the chain—as she was attached to me, and I to her.
I rubbed my chin against the underside of her tits and then I caught the links between my teeth.
My shaft wept precum, pulsing with a new rush of blood to the heavy rod of flesh.
“Mmm.” Sasha rolled her head when I gnawed at the chain, pulling the tips of her tits tight.
I took one nipple with the warmed piercing into my mouth—sucking, licking, tripping all her senses.
“Oh god,” she moaned.
“Too much?” I asked, pushing both breasts together as my cock rode along the slickened seam of her pussy.
“My breasts are getting bigger—”
I grinned wolfishly, pulling on the chain that dragged across both lush mounds. “I noticed.”
“And my nipples are more sensitive.”
“They always were.” I jerked at the links then pursed my lips around the rouge-red peaks.
Her arms flew out wide.
Her head thrashed to the side.
Her hips notched up.
My cock was very close to entering her pulsing pink juiciness when I pulled back from the lurid sight of her sexy red nipples pierced with the sexy red rubies. Breasts shiny and wet from me, I couldn’t resist tweaking the firm buds with my fingers, rolling the tender peaks between thumb and forefinger.
Sasha bucked and swiveled, and I brought my gaze to hers.
“Maybe shouldn’t have pierced your nipples so soon.” I almost apologized . . . but not.
“What?” she asked feverishly.
“The breastfeeding.” I licked at the upturned sweetness of one engorged bud.
“So you’re thinking about me breastfeeding now?” She writhed indecently beneath me, cupping both tits, fondling her flesh erotically.
She conjured the dirtiest thoughts I’d never contemplated. But I would now.
My jaw clamped hard as I sat up and stroked my bone-hard, blood-engorged cock.
Stretching sinuously beneath me, she asked, “Does the idea of me making milk get you off?”
“Everything about you gets me off.” My nostrils flared. My eyes flashed.
“Are yo
u gonna taste me when the time comes?” Sasha asked with an extra helping of womanly wickedness.
When her milk comes in.
A dark growl throbbed from my throat at the illicit thought.
“Da.” I pushed her legs up and open with my thighs, my thick cock poised to penetrate her tight cunt. “I need to fuck you now.”
Sasha’s hands curled around my shoulders then her nails dug in. The slight stinging stab kicked off in my balls and lit up my cock.
“Don’t make me wait any longer,” she urged, saying the exact same words as the first time we’d been together.
With a roar, I lunged inside, rising up on my arms. Enveloped in her molten heat, I thrust deeper.
I loved the shocked gasp she gave every time I stretched her hot cunt around my hard cock. Buried all the way inside of her, I dropped down, giving her my entire length, my entire weight.
Then I pulled out, the motion even more charged when my Prince Albert knocked against her clit.
My arms around her, my body beastly big on top of her, I drove in fast—claiming all—and pulled out slow, her heat a slick suction.
“Maksim!” Sasha’s breathless voice tuned me to her, only her. Always her.
I picked her legs up and bent them to her tummy.
I maintained my slow pace, lowering myself and lifting my body, my cock thickly parting her slick pussy.
Sasha scratched at my chest and then clamped her hands around my forearms.
Rising up, she tasted my throat with the tip of her tongue then angled her face to peer at me.
Heat rolled in waves, the same waves my cock took into her luscious body.
In . . . slow.
Out . . . slower.
She shuddered. She screamed. She begged me for more. She arched beneath me when she came, her cunt creaming all over my deeply rooted cock.
With convulsions still twisting her body, I pulled out. I flipped her onto all-fours. Breathing raggedly behind her, I looked from my slickened cock to her flushed cunt.
Sex saturated the room.
Sweat saturated our skin.
I slid one hand up her back then reached around to grasp the chain pinging between her tits.
As I got a hold of her from the front, I slammed into her from behind. My balls slapped her clit. My hand twisted the chain. My cock impaled her and rocked her forward.
I slapped her ass.
I bit her shoulder blade.
I heaved into her, greedy and rough and harsh and hard.
Her tits jostled around and her ass jiggled with my powerful impact.
The chain rattled.
The bed rocked.
Our bodies slammed together.
In the end, I was on my feet, knees bent, cock ramming straight down into her upturned pussy.
Her face turned to the side, and I saw the same need echoing back at me. Heat traveled like a spear down my spine and through my balls. Lunging into her with a shattering roar, I started to come, spending my seed inside a womb already bred.
By me.
And didn’t that just prolong my wild bucking inside of her.
Sasha keened, rocking back, lips parted and fingers clutching at the bedding. I bellowed loudly, in the final throes of coming with her finding release too. We strived together, locked in that primal moment until, after several final thrusts, I finished.
She shuddered beneath me as I carefully disengaged. Then I moved her around so she lay on her side, the softest smile on her lips. She watched me while I hovered above her to gently remove the chain from her piercings. I kissed both of her bright nipples before rising up to lick my way into her mouth.
She mewled, stretching contentedly into the arms I folded around her. She glowed from within, making it easy to imagine her growing even more voluptuous in pregnancy.
Tracing my rough fingertips across her silky skin, I followed the line of her spellbinding features and down her neck. I touched along her collarbone then between her breasts.
My palm rested at last on her belly, her warmth combining with my heat.
“Our baby is really in here?” I asked in wonder.
“Yes, Maksim.” She reached up to caress my jaw.
My gaze lifted to hers, and those mesmerizing eyes of hers shined like the rest of her.
“You honor me,” I managed to say in a rough voice.
I had always thought we were the two most incompatible human beings on earth.
She’d believed love was a stupid construct destined to end in death and tears.
We’d willfully hurt one another, hated each other, ignored every sign that we were meant for one another.
Only to come together at our darkest hour.
The woman I’d spent years convincing myself I didn’t want turned out to be the one female constantly on my mind and deep in my heart.
“No, Maksim.” Sasha placed her hand over mine where life was just beginning inside of her. “You honor me.”
The Bratva family would grow again, because I would have my own.
Keep reading for the first chapter of Chrome from my complete Carolina Bad Boys series.
Thank you, readers and reviewers, for checking out The Russian Bodyguard. If Maksim and Sasha’s tale of desire, denial, and revenge hit the dark mafia spot, please review and recommend! Readers are what make writing possible and worthwhile (and the characters aren’t half bad either, ha).
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Then one feisty honey makes him feel, gets in his grill, pisses him off.
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THE NIGHT HAD BEEN nothing short of shitty. Scratch that. More like motherfucking hellish and scary as hell. A bunch of Cuban cunts raided my Retribution house looking for a little retri-damn-bution of their own. One bad dude named Vicente Valderas had led the cartel. But he wasn’t as bad as we were.