Savage Vendetta (Fire & Vice Book 4)

by Nikita Slater

  Jane forced her limbs to relax. "Much better, thank you," she replied politely.

  He chuckled. "We will have to ensure you build a tolerance for vodka before you sit down with my men again. They were impressed with my new bride. Tough women are a commodity in Russia. They think I have landed a woman who will be equal to the demands of my position."

  "I'm so happy for you then, Vlad," she said sarcastically, wiping the steamy glass so he could see the glare she was scorching him with.

  He grinned at her, his eyes devouring her wet, naked form, obscured from the neck down. "Are you well enough to...?"

  "No," she said shortly.

  "Ah, Jane, my love. You are making assumptions," he grinned at her lasciviously. "I was merely going to ask if you are well enough to leave the house this afternoon. I would like to show you one of my assets. I think you might enjoy it."

  She grinned back mockingly. "And I thought I'd seen all of your... assets," she said ogling him.

  "You will be seeing them up close and personal if you continue to tease me woman."

  She shook her head and tilted her face up taking the spray of the water directly on her heated cheeks. She could feel his eyes on her.

  "Can you be ready to leave the house in the next hour?" he asked.

  She raised an eyebrow at him. "Are you giving me a choice?"

  He shrugged. "It's been known to happen."

  "Not in my experience," she said skeptically.

  "Fine. Be ready in an hour," he said, with mock severity. "Is that more to your liking?"

  Jane laughed, "Certainly it’s more in keeping with your character. Yes, I can be ready in an hour. Probably half that time, although I can use the extra to find caffeine. Now leave so I can get out of here!"

  "Ah, Jane, it is tempting to remind you that you are my wife and as such subject to my presence," he said, but reached for the door instead of stepping closer to the shower. "However, I am determined to keep the peace with you today."

  "Good luck with that!" she called after him laughingly. She knew exactly how hard it was for people to keep their peace with her around.

  An hour later Vlad found Jane sitting in the kitchen chatting with Elyse over a cup of coffee while the older woman bustled around the kitchen preparing food for the week. Jane was in the process of asking her if she got help with the groceries or if the strapping men stationed all over the estate let her carry everything herself. Vlad raised a brow at her and Jane gave him a lopsided grin. Boris was in for an earful on the proper treatment of the domestic staff in the next few days. She wouldn't have her mansion run like a Gulag.

  With any other woman as his wife, Vlad would probably be pleased that she was willing to take an interest in the domestic functioning of his house. Not so with Jane. With Jane he likely saw only the spread of discontent and possible labour disputes in his future. Next, she would be convincing his enforcers that they needed to unionize. Jane was nothing if not an efficient troublemaker.

  "Come, woman. Stop making trouble and see your treat."

  With a sigh she carefully set down her cup and stood up. Vlad looked her up and down and whistled. “You couldn’t be bothered to dress for our wedding day, yet you manage to dig up a lovely little dress for the day after. Ah, Jane. You are ever my contrary woman.”

  She sighed and rolled her eyes. "Your sister called and suggested I might want to try her closet here for some outfit ideas. Apparently, given my wedding outfit, she didn't think my current wardrobe was capable of supporting your plans for the day."

  Vlad actually laughed out loud drawing her eyes to his face. She watched in curiosity as a lightness that was normally absent suffused his sharp features, softening them. He looked younger in that moment. Jane suddenly felt as though peace, at least for awhile, might be possible. She smiled mischievously and twirled, letting the skirt of the ridiculously short sundress flirt around the tops of her thighs.

  "Don't get used to it, Vladimir. This is a one-time deal to make up for..." she trailed off, her cheeks tinting red.

  Vlad reached for her and pulled her behind him toward the front door. "To make up for your lack of enthusiasm on our wedding night?"

  "And the vomiting the next morning," she finished cheekily.

  Vlad ushered her into the passenger side of his sleek Mercedes and then slid into the drivers seat. Throwing it in gear, he roared down the driveway. Jane wondered where they were going that he would drive himself without his usual armed escort. She was glad though. Strangely, she felt that she wanted to keep this more light-hearted Vlad to herself today.

  Jane started to get excited when she realized they were heading toward the marina. She turned to him with a broad grin. "A boat!" she announced.

  Vlad chuckled, "Yes, detective, a yacht."

  Jane clapped her hands together, unable to contain her enthusiasm. "I've never been on a boat before!"

  Vlad looked over at her, taking in her flushed, happy features and couldn't help himself from reaching out for her hand and squeezing it. "It will be my pleasure then to be the first to take you out."

  Jane sighed happily as Vlad maneuvered the Mercedes into a parking spot. "I suppose marrying a rich man will have its perks after all. I get half of a yacht and a mansion when we..."

  "If you finish that sentence, Jane Sitnikov, I will turn this car around right now and you will finish the day on your knees in our bedroom, begging my forgiveness."

  Jane snorted, but didn't speak. Vlad ushered her down to the docks, which she enjoyed standing on and staring at the boats moored at the marina. She asked question after question as she stopped to look at everything. She wanted to know how deep the water was, whether it was fresh or salt water at the mouth of the bay, if the sailboats also had motors, if sea lions or any other creatures lived at the marina. Vlad patiently answered all of her questions, while gently pushing her in the direction of his personal yacht.

  Boris waited for them on the dock next to the boat. His brown eyes sparkling in amusement. "I didn't think she knew how to speak without swearing," Boris rumbled, “or dress like girl.”

  "Fuck you, Boris," Jane grinned and stepped easily from the dock onto the yacht while Boris held it still for her.

  Once they were on board, Boris untied the knot holding the boat to the dock and tossed it toward Vlad who caught it easily. Boris shoved the boat away from the dock with a grunt. He looked at Vlad seriously. "Four hours, boss."

  Vlad nodded at his man and engaged the motor.

  They spent what Jane would describe as one of the best days of her life. Vlad was content to steer the yacht out of the bay while Jane ran from side to side, holding her skirt down and staring at everything. She asked him countless questions while he amused her with anecdotes until she finally collapsed onto one of the cushiony deck chairs near him and lay in the warm sun, soaking up the afternoon rays.

  Her eyes strayed to her new husband. He wore expensive tailored pants, but he’d taken off his suit jacket and had unbuttoned his white shirt until his chest was bared to the sun as well. Sunglasses obscured his eyes, but his face seemed more relaxed to her. She could tell from his easy conversation that he loved his boat. Probably because it represented a few moments of freedom. He didn’t have to worry about being the Boss while he was out on the water. Jane felt suddenly intensely grateful that he’d wanted to share this experience with her.

  She stood, drawing his eyes to her. The wind caught her skirt and floated it up to her hips for just a moment, giving him a glimpse of her lacy white panties. “Why don’t you take off your dress, malysh? You will catch more sun that way,” he said huskily.

  She could tell that he expected her to say something snappy and refuse. But Jane’s mouth had gone dry at the wicked suggestion. Slowly, her eyes never leaving him, she pulled the straps of her dress down and reached for the buttons that started in between her breasts. She unbuttoned them one at a time. For some reason she didn’t feel even a bit awkward undressing for Vlad. Out here on his
boat, her bare feet on the warm deck and his eyes eating every inch of her, she felt powerful and feminine. Perhaps she should wear dresses more often.

  When she reached the last button, she shrugged her shoulders and let the dress fall. It pooled on the deck around her feet. Vlad sucked air in through his teeth. Jane wore no bra, her small, round breasts stood proud and bare for his perusal. The small hoop through her nipple glinted in the sun. Jane slowly turned on the spot, and reached for the panties. With aching slowness she dragged them down her thighs and bent over, giving Vlad a view of her she had never shown anyone. She smiled when she heard him swear and then she stood up and walked over to the lounger.

  “It’s too bad,” she said, sitting on it and drawing her knees up, “that you have to steer the boat, or I would invite you over here.”

  She let her knees fall open and arched her back. She didn’t know what had gotten into her, but she felt a sense of power in being able to tease him. She reached up with one hand and began massaging her breast and nipple, tweaking the hoop between her fingers.

  “I could stop the yacht and let it drift,” he growled.

  She smiled at him and slowly reached down her body with her other hand and drifted her fingers over her pussy. She liked to keep it shaved, except for a small strip. She raised an eyebrow at him and began stroking herself leisurely, watching his face. She wished he wasn’t wearing sunglasses. She could tell by the tension in his shoulders and the set of his mouth that he was enjoying the show.

  In a husky voice he demanded, “Make yourself come for me, Jane.”

  She laughed, “Always so dominant, Vlad.”

  He nodded. “I would give you jewels and houses, whatever you ask for, except your freedom, if you just make yourself come. Right there Jane, where I can see you fucking yourself.”

  Jane’s voice came out in a gasp and fluid flooded her core at his words. God, he was so sexy! She let her legs fall wider and sunk two fingers into her wet pussy. They slid in easily. Jane lifted her hips and dipped her fingers in and out a few times before moving up to her clit and playing with it. After a few moments her strokes became more deliberate as the familiar feeling of a self-induced orgasm began building within her. Her moans drifted on the breeze, caressing his ears.

  “Now, Jane!” he said hoarsely, his eyes never leaving her hands.

  Her eyes locked with his and she simultaneously tugged hard on the hoop, causing pain to shoot through her breast and flicked her fingers hard over her slippery clit. Her back bowed on the lounger and her voice came out in a long moan of pleasure. She felt juice flow from her pussy down to her ass.

  “Come to me,” Vlad demanded.

  Without pause Jane stood and walked to Vlad. He took her arm in a strong grip and stood her in front of him, facing his hard chest. Her eyes collided with the domes of the temple mapped across his body. She lifted her eyes to his. His held barely leashed passion behind the dark shield of his sunglasses. She shivered.

  “Kneel,” he said.

  Jane’s heart sped up and her mouth watered, knowing exactly what he wanted from her. Jane immediately sunk to her knees in front of him. She looked up. He stared back at her with devouring intensity. She reached up and unzipped his pants. She reached in and pushed her small fist past his underwear and took hold of his rock hard penis. Evidently he had very much enjoyed her show.

  She withdrew him from the confines of his pants. Looking up at him, she licked her lips. He was so big compared to her. Not a difficult thing considering her small stature, but still. She wondered how her body managed to take his as well as it did. Jane leaned up on her heels so she could reach him better and licked the head of his cock.

  For a moment she took her time, just savouring the taste and smell of him. She’d never really been turned on by the way men smelled before Vlad. She always thought that pheromones were bullshit. Now she knew better. She wanted to devour him. As much as she resented the hell out of what he was and what he did to her, she still craved his body on a very basic level.

  Not content to simply let her control the pace of the blowjob, Vlad reached down with one hand, while keeping the other on the wheel and took a fistful of her hair. Gradually, he tightened his hold until she felt just a small bite of pain. She moaned, vibrating her lips against the head of his cock. He growled and pushed her head further down. She took as much as she could and then brought her fist up to take hold of him. He shook her a little by the hair until she was forced to put her hand back down and brace it against the deck.

  “Breathe through your nose,” he rumbled.

  Her eyes flew to his and widened. He wasn’t going to…? Suddenly she found her mouth and throat filled with cock. She choked a little and sucked air in through her nose. He wasn’t even all the way in! She tried to pull back but he held her still letting her get used to the feel of him in her mouth. Spit pooled and, when he pulled back, dribbled out of her mouth and onto her chin.

  She took a quick breath before he plunged back in, stuffing her mouth again. He did this a few times, gradually forcing more and more into her throat. She gagged a few times, her eyes watering, but found she was enjoying the challenge. She braced herself against his thighs and let him take control of the pace until he was all the way in.

  He gave her a tight smile, “Good girl.”

  Then he began thrusting in and out of her mouth, forcing his hard penis into her mouth and throat over and over again. She had no choice but to let him use her mouth. She felt helpless. She had never been more turned on in her life. If he weren’t fucking her mouth so hard she would reach down between her legs and ease the ache that was beginning to build again.

  She felt the head of his cock grow in her mouth until she didn’t know how he could possibly continue fitting it in. She moaned and continued to take him because she had no other choice. His hand tightened in her hair and he thrust all the way in until the tip nudged the back of her throat. She felt the rigid flesh begin to pulse and hot jets of come shot down her throat. She gagged, but held onto him, taking every drop.

  Finally, his grip loosened and he helped her slide off his still hard cock. Jane’s jaw was sore and her lips felt numb. Come slipped from the head of his penis. He took his cock in his hand and smeared the head across her cheek, marking her with his come. Jane let her naked body collapse to the warm deck and reached between her thighs, intent on giving herself one more orgasm.

  “Don’t touch yourself, Jane,” Vlad spoke above her.

  She looked up at him curiously. He said, “Your next orgasms belong to me. I intend to lick that pussy until I’m hard again and then I will fuck you raw. You want that, my lovely wife?”

  She sighed blissfully. Of course she wanted that. She was out on a boat in the middle of nowhere with her new husband. She couldn’t get away from him even if she wanted to. And she was starting to believe that getting away wasn’t what she wanted any more. No. She would sort out her feelings when she got back to dry land. Tomorrow was soon enough. For now she would let her husband have his way and enjoy every second.

  “Yes, Vlad,” she answered, as submissively as Jane was capable of. “I want you to fuck me and give me orgasms.”

  He grinned down at her, clearly enjoying the sight of her small, pale body laying at his feet on the deck of his yacht asking him to fuck her. Vlad steered the boat to a secluded part of the lake, anchored it and picking his wife up off the deck, took her below.

  CHAPTER TWENTYTHREE

  Vlad had hoped that their time on his yacht would be the beginning of a peaceful marriage. Knowing Jane as he did, he should have known better. The woman was built for battle and made a point of letting him know she thought of their marriage as a mockery, despite weeks of passionate nights where he proved to her that they were very much married. He was rapidly reaching the end of his patience with his conflicted younger wife, who would show caring one moment and then bare her murderous claws at him the next.

  Vlad entered the dining room at the usual time.
Jane, who was beginning to learn his preferred schedule, stood waiting for him. As usual she didn’t look up or acknowledge him. But she was present, which was progress. Unfortunately, she made the mistake of ducking his affectionate greeting and turning her back on him. Vlad's normally cool temper soared into a rage. No one turned their back on him while he commanded their attention, least of all his wife.

  Vlad gripped her arm tightly and swung her around. Jane reacted instantly by driving her lethal little fist into his stomach. Unfortunately for her, Vlad still had hold of her arm. Without so much as flinching at her hit, he retaliated by gripping her neck, sweeping her feet out from under her and taking her down onto the hardwood floor. Pinning her by the neck, he'd kneeled on the floor next to her struggling body and gritted from between clenched teeth, "You wish to play, wife?"

  "Fuck you!" she gasped, bucking her hips and clawing at his hands.

  "You forget who I am, Jane," he explained to her, coldly furious. He leaned over her, holding her body down with his own, "I am due your respect as my wife and lover. If you refuse then I'm afraid I will have to insist."

  She said nothing, her blazing golden eyes telling him eloquently what he could do with his edicts. She had fought with him verbally and physically from the day of their wedding, making it clear what she thought of being forced into the sacred institution.

  "Can I let you up so we can have our meal in relative calm? Not all conversations between us need to degenerate into physical combat."

  Jane gave a jerky nod and Vlad had released her neck and rocked back on his heels to give her some space to get up. He really should have known better. And perhaps he did. Despite his words, he really did enjoy his feisty bride. She was unpredictable, competent and lethal. But she was no match for him. He had learned the art of combat as a young child under the brutal tutelage of a father, who had spent more than one stint in a Siberian prison where he was forced to defend himself with deadly brutality. Later, Vlad had learned to perfect his skills under the tutelage of some of Russia's most deadly enforcers, where the game was die or survive. He had chosen to survive, at the expense of many others.