by Snow, Jenika
“I love you,” I murmured against her hair.
“I love you too,” she whispered back.
I could have stayed like this forever, but she pulled back, rose on her toes, and was the one to kiss me.
Gone was the sentimental moment, and back in its place was pure fucking eroticism.
Her eyes were still closed, and I stared at her mouth. Her lips were swollen and red, and a surge of proprietary pride slammed into me knowing I made them look like that.
I took her mouth again in a brutal kiss at the same time I used my body to move her back until she was pressed against the door again. I slid one hand down her back, over the mounds of her ass, and I groaned against her mouth and squeezed one globe.
I panted against her flesh and squeezed her ass again… and again, and on the third time, I loosened my hold, knowing I needed to back off or I’d end up putting bruises on her pretty skin.
“I need you,” she begged. Her voice was soft and drugged-like.
Using my other hand, I gripped Nadja behind one knee and brought her leg up to wrap it around my waist. I reached between our bodies, took hold of my cock, and started rubbing the head along her pussy, spreading her lips with the bulbous crown. Fuck, I just wanted to shove deep into her.
“Nadja, baby, I need to be inside you.”
She opened her eyes and licked her lips as she stared into my face.
“Then be inside me.”
And just like that, the demon I reined in only for her came out in full force.
27
Frankie
I closed my eyes and rested my forehead against hers. “Are you sure?” She stared into my eyes, and I felt myself falling so hard I wouldn’t survive when I hit the ground.
“I’ve never been more sure of anything else in my life, Frankie.” And then she was the one taking my mouth in a bruising kiss.
Her pussy was perfectly aligned with the head of my erection. She dug her heels into the base of my back and wrapped her arms around my neck.
“Fuck me,” she begged.
In a great surge, I pushed my cock into her, making her take every single inch but had to force myself to go slow at the tight feel. She was soaked, her pussy squeezing my girth in an iron-like grip.
“God, I’ve been fantasizing about this, about the feel of you in me.”
I grunted. Me too.
“You’re so big,” she moaned against my mouth, and I thrust my tongue between her lips.
Her pussy was so tight it bordered on the painful side, but dammit, it felt incredible. I moved slowly into her, retreating, thrusting back in. I did this like an artist painting a picture with masterful strokes. Her inner muscles milked me, and I cursed.
“Christ, baby.” Holding her tight and keeping my dick buried deep inside her, I pulled her away from the door and strode toward the room. I wanted her under me, on a bed, her body spread out like an offering.
I let her body slide down mine, loving the way her curves molded to my body. I had no control of myself right now and had her in the center of my bed. I was on her, using my body to spread her legs, I aligned my cock to her pussy once more, and thrust in deep. I took hold of her legs, pushed them as wide as they could go, and stared at where I was thrust in deep, her pussy lips framing my cock. She braced her feet flat on the bed and gripped the comforter beneath her.
“Fuck me,” she groaned.
I wouldn't deny either of us any longer.
Her eyes were barely open, and her chest rose and fell violently, her breasts shaking from the force of it. Curling my fingers into the soft skin of her thighs, I pulled out then thrust back in until my balls pressed against her ass and she had taken every fucking inch of me. I gave her a moment to grow accustomed to me and then started to slowly pump in and out of her, working my cock in her pussy.
I placed my thumb on the hard little nub of her clit, rubbing it back and forth until she writhed on the bed. Soon, the sloppy sound of her wet pussy sucking at my cock filled the room, and the smell of our sex slammed into my nose. It was such a fucking turn-on.
Fuck, I was close to coming, so damn close, but I held back like my life depended on it.
“Come on, baby. Come for me.” I slammed into her pussy. “Squeeze my cock.”
She arched her back, her mouth opening on a silent cry as she did just that. The rhythmic pull of her inner muscles milking my dick would have sent me over the edge, but I was a resilient bastard and wasn’t going to end this until I tasted her.
I moved down the length of her body until I could part her legs and stare at her pink, pretty cunt. Her pussy was spread and so damn juicy-looking that my mouth watered. She smelled sweet, sweet enough to give me a toothache.
“You want my mouth right here, baby?” I looked up the length of her body and saw her nod. I ran my tongue up her center, eating her out, licking her slit from pussy hole to clit and then moving back down again. I shoved my tongue into her tight hole, fucking her with it until she started grinding herself against my mouth. “Yeah,” I growled. “That’s it. Fuck yourself on me.” I flattened my tongue and moved it to her clit to suck on the little pearl of nerves, and at the same time I pushed a thick finger into her opening.
“Yes,” she cried out, rocking against me, seeking her pleasure.
I didn’t stop until I felt her start to shake, felt the way her thighs tightened, and knew she was about to get off for me.
“Give me this,” I whispered against her swollen folds, humming against her engorged clit.
“God.” She lifted up her ass a little more, and a tremor worked over her entire body as she came.
I fucked her faster and harder with that finger, rubbed her clit back and forth with the thumb of my other hand. And I watched her come unhinged for me.
When she relaxed on the bed and I knew she was sated, I rose up and grabbed hold of the root of my shaft. I started stroking myself as I looked between her splayed thighs. I could get off on this alone.
“Take me again and again, Frankie. Show me what it’s like to be yours.” She moaned softly, “Show me how much you love me.”
I sure as fuck would, over and over again until she was drunk from my passion.
When I was between her thighs, positioned at her tight pussy hole again, I stared into her eyes. Slowly, I pushed into her this time, never taking my eyes off her, wanting to see her expression as I filled her up.
She parted her lips, and I buried myself in her wet heat. For long moments, I made love to her slow and easy. In and out, keeping the same pace every time and experiencing the buildup of my orgasm, needing her to get off for me, milk my shaft.
I felt the pleasure peak, crest, knew I couldn't control it or try to stop it. It started as a tingling at the base of my spine and moved quickly through me. I let it take over. “Fuck, I can’t stop, baby. I have to get off. I have to fill you up.” Every time I thrust in deep, the base of my cock rubbed that little bundle of nerves at the top of her perfect pussy. She mewled, and the sound shot straight to my cock. I growled.
I wanted every part of myself touching her. I leaned down and kissed her, my cock buried in her tight, wet heat, my lips on hers. I thrust my tongue into her mouth at the same time I thrust my dick in her cunt.
And when I felt her inner muscles clench around my length, I let go. My orgasm tore through me, and I came harder than I ever had. It sucked the air from my lungs and stole my sanity. Nadja was mine. I was marking her, claiming her. We’d never be the same after this.
I filled her up, pumped my cum into her body, made her take every single last fucking drop. And she took it all. I knew as soon as I pulled out of her that my seed would slip from her body, soak the sheets beneath her. I wanted to see that wet spot, knowing it was because of me.
“Christ, Nadja,” I groaned again then stilled as my pleasure finally allowed me to be sane. “I love you so much.” We laid there for long moments, our skin damp from making love, and although she drained my balls and I filled
her up, my cock started growing hard again at the thought of fucking her.
She shifted, and I grunted as my dick slipped free from the scorching-hot, tight confines of her body. I crushed her to me, not about to let her leave my side. I just wanted to hold her for the rest of my fucking life.
“Don’t let go, Frankie.”
“Never.” I held her until I knew I had to go. I had to secure the items for us so we could leave the country, so I could ensure she was safe.
28
Nadja
Frankie left a couple hours ago, and Wilder had come over to stay with me. I couldn’t lie and say I didn’t feel safer knowing someone was here with me, even if a part of myself hated that it was someone being put in danger. There weren’t any signs that Maximillian or the bratva were coming after me, and for all I knew, I stayed hidden well enough, and my change of identity had worked in my favor. But I wasn’t a fool. I’d grown up with evil and darkness all around me. I knew what power they had.
I felt every part of me ache, from my muscles, my bones, to the very cells in my body as fear waged war inside me. I didn’t want this for Frankie, for his brothers or for the women they loved. I hated myself for being so selfish that I’d come back here and put all of them at risk. And as much as I wanted to leave, sneak out while he was gone, I knew that would just cause more issues. He’d come looking for me, and making him feel that out of control once again, that desperate, was not something I could bring myself to do.
I finished packing almost right after Frankie left, and the bags sat on the bed we’d just been intimate in. I thought about him taking me, touching me, whispering how much he loved me. I let that pleasure consume me, cover me like this protective blanket.
I closed my eyes and breathed in and out slowly, trying to focus on the present and not let anything else interfere, even if all I wanted to do was get lost in the memories of Frankie inside me.
We could do this. We could survive.
There was no other option.
I didn’t know where Frankie was taking us, but he knew the risks just like me. He knew Maximillian could find us if he really wanted to. That terrified me, but when I expressed this to Frankie, he just cupped my face and told me that we were in this together and there was no other choice for him but to be with me.
I felt a fat tear slide down my cheek and brushed it away in anger.
“Are you doing okay in here?”
I looked over my shoulder and saw Wilder standing there. He leaned a shoulder against the frame of the door and crossed his arms over his chest. Even though he and Frankie were identical twins, they were so different. I could see every detail that made them their own person, from the length of their hair, the slight shade difference of the locks, right down to the way they walked and spoke.
I exhaled, not realizing I’d been holding my breath. “Not really, but I know I have to be in order to make this work.” He nodded slowly and just watched me, this knowing look making his expression seem fierce. I turned so I could face him fully. “I’m sorry about… all this.” I started twisting my hands together and looked down at the act.
“You’re sorry?”
I lifted my head at his tone. He had his eyebrows pulled down low, and genuine confusion marred his savage expression.
“For what?”
I could have laughed humorlessly at that. I held my hands out as if that spoke volumes. “For everything. For coming back, for who my father was, for putting all of you in danger.”
He took a step into the room, but only one, as if he wanted to keep his distance. “Nadja, let me tell you something, so it’s absolutely crystal-clear.”
I licked my lips and nodded. “Okay.” I was nervous about what he’d say, if he’d judge me, if he’d blame me for everything. He’d be right, of course. I was ready for the blow, because I deserved it.
“My brother is no different than us when it comes to protecting what he loves.”
I didn’t know what to say, so I said nothing. I just listened.
“Each one of us Preacher boys would do exactly what Frankie’s doing to protect the woman we love. I can stare into my twin’s face when he’s talking about you, when he’s looking at you, and see you're his world. You’re his everything.” He emphasized that last word, and my breath caught. “He is smart enough to know what he’s doing, and what he’s doing is the right thing. None of us judge you; none of us blame you for a damn thing. This isn’t your fault.”
He let that hang in the air between us before continuing. “You’re a victim in this, and if we had the power, the connection, we’d stand by our brother and go after the whole fucking world to protect you. That’s what a Preacher brother does.” He stared at me in the eyes, and I felt my own start to tear up. “So never think that you coming back into his life is a mistake.” He shook his head, his expression becoming harder set. “I can see how much he cares for you, can see the change you bring out in him… and it’s for the best.”
I felt tears roll down my cheeks again and smiled. It was a sappy, watery one but full of emotion. Before I could respond, the sound of something outside had everything instantly changing. Wilder’s body tensed, my heart stopped, and I held my breath.
“Stay here,” he said low, deep. He turned and left, shutting the door behind him, sealing me in.
After a moment, I heard the sound of the alarm being disengaged. My heart started beating double-time, and I let out a slow breath, trying to calm myself. I looked around the room for a weapon, although I was probably overreacting. It could very well just be an animal. The house and property were surrounded by the thick forest on almost all sides. But still… thinking it was something nonthreatening was what would get someone killed.
There was silence, so heavy and thick I felt it, tasted it as it coated my tongue. I moved toward the door, knowing the best course of action was to stay put. But what if it was the bratva or Maximillian? What if they’d found me and came here to finish the job? I was trapped in this room, the only escape the lone window in the room, but even that led out to the patio, which would have me crossing the massive windows of the living room and being put out in the open.
And how could I leave Wilder if he needed help? I didn’t know what to do, so conflicted. The sound of something breaking, of something very heavy hitting the ground came through like a wrecking ball crashing through the side of the house. Involuntarily, instinctively, I took a step back.
I couldn't just stand here and do nothing. I tore the door open, about to step out, fight until I had no fight left in me.
I looked down the hallway, didn’t see anything at first, so I made my way toward the front of the house. And then a dark shape moved out from the kitchen, the shadows making everything seem even more dangerous, and I froze.
“Wilder?” I asked low, maybe too low to even be heard, yet I knew that wasn’t Wilder standing amongst the darkness. I felt the evil seep from him and creep down the hallway.
“Sweet, Nadja,” Maximillian said in Russian, his voice like a rusty, serrated knife.
Moving backward, away from him, I quickly looked at how far I was from an exit, or hell, an actual weapon that would do some damage.
“You can’t run, little mouse.”
I froze at what he said. Only one person ever called me that endearment.
Marina.
Maximillian stepped into the light and grinned slowly.
“Did you really think I wouldn’t find you?” The way he asked the question was one of seriousness, as if he really thought I could even conceive staying hidden. He tsked. “We won’t talk about all the ways I could find you, Nadja, but the easiest one was your sweet Marina and her actually thinking she was smarter than me.”
My heart pounded painfully. “Leave her out of this,” I said surprisingly with strength laced in my words. “You’ll leave her out of this, Maximillian.”
His grin spread. “Or what?” He lifted a brow and looked genuinely curious at my threat. “What could you
do that would stop me from doing whatever I saw fit?”
Nothing. There’s nothing I can do.
“You know how powerless you are against me.”
Yeah, I knew, but that didn’t mean I wouldn't try to fight him with my very last breath. “But I want this to be easy. I don’t have time for games, Nadja.” He took another step forward, and I took one back. He kept doing this, and I realized he was leading me down the hall, as if wrangling me to where he wanted me. “You’ll come with me, or your sweet Marina will know what it's like to be defiled.”
I couldn’t hear much over the rush of my blood in my veins. I started shaking my head, opened my mouth to fight him on this, to fight him to the death, when I was suddenly shoved to the side and thrown into a room.
I landed hard on the ground, my chest to the hardwood floor. The air was knocked out of me. I looked over my shoulder but didn’t see anyone. I heard men grunting and realized it was Wilder who pushed me out of the way and was fighting with Maximillian.
The fight was vicious, deadly, and I could see blood… so much blood. I looked for a weapon, saw the desk lamp. I scrambled off the ground, losing my footing for a second, then I darted toward the lamp. There was a heavy thump, the clear indication of a body hitting the floor, and just as I was about to get the lamp, not that it would help much, a chunk of my hair was grabbed and I was yanked back.
I screamed and reached behind my head to ease the pain. My back hit the ground, and the air left my lungs for a second time. I stared up and watched Maximillian smirk.
All that strength I felt grow inside me after reuniting with Frankie, after having the prospect of hope, that a future was possible, that finally being happy again was in my reach, seemed to vanish. In its place was hopelessness, this sickness of being taken from the man I loved. It was a trapped feeling surrounding my heart. It was so painful the air was sucked from my lungs, so powerful I gasped, feeling like hands were wrapped around my throat, squeezing the life out of me.