“God yes, Jane,” he said from between gritted teeth. “Use my body to pleasure yourself. I have never seen anything so beautiful before.”
Jane continued to move back, leaving the evidence of her arousal on his flat stomach. She crawled down him until she was poised over his thrusting cock. She reached down and grasped him, guiding him to her entrance. She felt a little awkward as this was new to her, but instinct and the need to bury him deep within herself led her. She widened her legs and sank down slowly on his rigid cock. Despite the wetness her body provided, it wasn’t an easy fit. She was a petite woman and he most definitely wasn’t a small man.
With a moan of frustration, she rocked her hips and tried to sink down even more. The fullness within her tore a pained cry from her lips. She leaned forward and braced her hands on his chest, panting. Her eyes locked with his. He was struggling with himself not to thrust up into her and take over for her. It was much different when she was in control. It was harder to force the piercing pain and pleasure on herself than it was for Vlad to just take her. She lifted herself over him and with a forceful thrust, shoved herself back down.
With a short scream, she sheathed his entire steely length within herself. She could feel his cock branding her from within. She held herself frozen for a few moments while her body adjusted to this new invasion. Once the pain started to morph into slivers of bliss, she began rocking herself on top of him. She found that when she leaned forward, she couldn’t get enough motion to achieve the orgasm she had begun to chase.
Jane pushed herself up and leaned back. The incredible fullness increased, but instead of pain she felt only an intense pleasure that was beginning to build into an explosion of sensation.
“Lift yourself, Jane,” Vlad growled, his voice guttural.
Jane obeyed his command, using her knees to lift herself off of him and then drop back down, sliding her velvet pussy down his cock until her thighs met his hips and her ass rested against his thighs. He growled and strained against the cuffs, thrusting himself up into her. Jane shrieked as the small bite of pain threw her higher.
She began swaying on top of him in a rhythm, lifting her body over his and gliding back down, mindless as she streaked head first toward her orgasm. She lifted her arms over her head and lifted her hair off her neck, arching her back and thrusting her breasts out.
“Fuck, Jane!” Vlad groaned.
She was lost in her own hedonistic world. She brought her fingers down and tugged on the hoop that pierced her nipple, loving the sensation of tug and release on such a sensitive part of her body. Sensations rushed from her pussy to her nipple and back until she didn’t think she could stand it. She was helpless to stop though. She had never felt such power before as she used Vlad’s body to get herself off.
“Release me, Jane!” he snarled. The tone of his voice suggested this wasn’t the first time he had asked, she just hadn’t heard him.
Jane shook her head, letting it roll back and feeling her hair brush her shoulders. With sensual abandon she drove herself toward the elusive peak until she was blindly reaching for it. Her mind exploded in a kaleidoscope of colours flying off in every direction.
“Uncuff me now, woman, or so help me god you will regret it,” Vlad demanded as Jane screamed her orgasm over top off him. She was too far gone to even bother listening. She just continued to rock her hips against his, driving him toward his own orgasm.
Jane’s orgasm, combined with the rhythmic tightening of her vagina on his cock, forced him to come very shortly after her, despite his need to be the one in control as he pumped his semen deep into her body. He arched his hips, thrusting forcefully up into her while she collapsed over top of him in a boneless heap.
Gradually they returned to reality. Jane’s head was tucked just under Vlad’s chin. She could feel the moment he recovered from his orgasm and anger began to take over. She had broken her promise and ignored his command. Something he would not forgive lightly. She suspected she wouldn’t be getting to handcuff him again soon.
Then a realization hit her. She got to handcuff Vladimir Sitnikov! Something she had vowed she would do if it killed her. She wondered how badly he would react if she just snapped a quick picture with her phone.
A giggle erupted from her throat and, deciding she better put some distance between herself and the big, bad Boss until he cooled down a little, she rolled off of him toward the side of the bed. Though he was tied down, she didn’t trust him to find a way to make her pay for her recent infraction.
“Jane,” he said warningly. “Get these off of me, right now.”
Jane rolled off the bed and stood. A wave of dizziness swept over her, weakening her knees. She grabbed hold of the nightstand to stop herself from sinking to the floor. Vlad’s eyes swept over her in concern, his eyes lingering on the scar marring her abdomen, and he lunged against the cuffs. Helpless to get to her, he growled.
“What’s wrong, Jane?” he asked.
“Nothing,” she replied right away, straightening up as the dizziness left her. She grinned at him and reached for her robe. “I’m just hungry, I haven’t eaten since this morning and fucking you took a lot out of me.”
He looked relieved for a moment, and then annoyed again. His thick, dark brows came down over his eyes and his scar flexed ominously. “You have had your fun, my little wife. Now it is time to release me.”
“So you can punish me for accidentally breaking my promise?” she said with an arched brow. “Yeah, I don’t think so. I’m just going to go get some food while you calm down and maybe we can negotiate your release when I get back.”
“Don’t even think of leaving this room, Jane. You won’t sit down for a week if you don’t get back here and uncuff me now.”
She smiled and left the room, closing the door firmly behind her. She winced as he shouted and banged the headboard loud enough to make the door rattle. She might have been a little more worried if it weren’t for the sense of wellbeing giving her a happy glowing feeling. She sauntered down the stairs and grinned at Boris who was charging up with his gun drawn. When he saw her wearing nothing but a short silk bathrobe, he halted. The fierce look on his bearded face morphing into one of speculation.
“Boss need help?” he asked gruffly.
“Ummm, that’s really a matter of opinion,” Jane replied thoughtfully. “You can go in there if you want, but I don’t think he’d thank you for it.”
Jane could feel the evidence of Vlad’s release making a path down the inside of her thigh. She pressed her legs together tightly and tried not to squirm under Boris’ intent gaze. She suspected the giant bodyguard missed very little. He seemed to have a soft spot for Jane though and with a shrug of his shoulder, reholstered his gun and relaxed his alert stance.
“A word of warning, Mrs. Sitnikov. Whatever you did to him, he will repay you tenfold. The Boss is not a man to allow debts to stand.”
“Thank you for your concern Boris. I think we’ll call this repayment for that time he locked me in the bunker,” Jane said with a satisfied smile. “I don’t really like unpaid debts either, and I did promise to get him back for that.”
“Hmmph,” Boris said with a snort and then left her on the stairs, descending and disappearing into the massive house, leaving his boss and Jane to sort out their differences.
Jane skipped down the stairs, using the edge of the robe to swipe at the semen running down her legs. She would go prepare a platter of cold cuts for them and then go feed her husband while he was still cuffed. Perhaps if she satisfied his stomach he would be more willing to be reasonable and she could consider releasing him. If not, then he was going to be spending a very long night in that position.
CHAPTER THIRTY
“My ass hurts, asshole,” Jane said grumpily the next morning while Vlad led her to their car. “I can’t believe you lied to me.”
Vlad shrugged his shoulders, supremely unconcerned with her discomfort as her sore ass came into contact with the plush leather seat o
f his Bentley and her breath rushed out in a pained hiss. “You lied to me first when you ignored your promise to release me. Besides I merely said I would not beat you. I consider that light spanking as foreplay to our second round of lovemaking last night. Admit it, you enjoyed it just a little.”
Jane glared at him, put her sunglasses on and stared steadily out the opposite window from where he sat. He laughed huskily and reached around her to draw a seatbelt over her chest and hips. Once she was safely buckled in, he did the same for himself. Despite her objections Jane had enjoyed the way her husband had taken her forcefully after relieving his anger on her rounded derriere. Something about the combination of pain and pleasure that only Vlad could supply for her really got her off. She just hated that he knew it.
“You will take Boris with you to your office,” he said as they pulled through the iron gate and out of the driveway.
Jane glanced at her husband sharply. “Is there still trouble then?” She had forgotten to ask when she first arrived back in town. Vlad always seemed so indomitable that it hadn’t occurred to her the problem of who was spreading rumours on the street wasn’t solved.
He shrugged. “I crushed the rumours,” he said with quiet ruthlessness. She shuddered, not wanting to know how he’d done it. “But I still haven’t determined the source.”
“Could Petrov have anything to do with them?” Jane asked.
“Probably,” he replied, surprising her. “Petrov seems a little too eager to get himself involved in my operations. It is probably for the best that I ran him off last night.” She hadn’t actually expected him to answer her question. He really did seem to respect her intelligence in business matters. Jane felt a little glow at his trust.
“Could he be dangerous?”
He looked at her, his eyes taking in the black leggings she wore (they were easier on her bruised butt), leather boots and ribbed sweater. He picked up her left hand and toyed with the ring he’d placed on her finger. “In the right circumstances, he could be a very dangerous man. He was an enforcer in Russia, he would have a certain amount of blood on his hands. His raw emotions makes him even more dangerous.”
Jane’s breath caught. Her husband was a very cooly confident man. Was he being too confident in his dealings with Petrov? Could the other man manage to somehow get to him? Jane shivered. “Do you think he’s actually left?”
Vlad nodded his head. “It would seem so. My source tells me that Petrov and his men packed up last night and headed out of the city. They will likely catch a commercial jet back to the continent.”
She nodded, feeling somewhat relieved. “You’ll be careful Vlad?”
He smiled down at her, the softer look making his scarred face less forbidding than usual. “This is why I send Boris with my most prized possession. I am always careful with what is mine.”
Jane glowered at him. “That’s not what I meant and you know it.”
Vlad chuckled and leaned over to kiss her lips. “Yes, malysh, I promise to watch out for myself as well. Now that I have earned your regard I find I am loath to relinquish it by getting myself killed.”
Jane leaned back in her seat, satisfied. Her eyes landed on Boris’ back. Boris sat in front of her in the passenger side seat beside a driver whom she’d seen several times. She thought his name was Alex. She wondered if he would accompany Vlad if Boris was with her?
Ten minutes later they arrived outside of the same restaurant she’d found Vlad in yesterday. She knew this was one of his ‘official’ offices and deduced he had legitimate business to conduct today while she would go to her PI office and chase down a few leads on the Sterling case and meet with Mack about a bond he wanted help with. She suspected Vlad wouldn’t be pleased with her for agreeing to see Mack about the bail jumper, but Vlad had never expressly forbid her from continuing her work with Mack. Probably because he didn’t think she was stupid enough to continue now that she was married to him.
Shows how much he knows, she thought to herself with a mischievous grin. Once a cop, always a cop. She would obey only to the letter of whatever she agreed to. She’d never made any promises to Vlad about not tracking down runaway criminals, apprehending them and turning them back into the law.
“What are you thinking, Jane?” Vlad asked suspiciously as he opened the door in preparation to alight from their vehicle. “I do not like it when your thoughts are kept secret from me.”
“Darling,” she said warmly, smiling innocently up into his face as she leaned over to accept a quick good-bye kiss. “I was simply thinking about the menu plan Elise has arranged for this week.” She batted her eyelashes in good measure.
He snorted sardonically. Jane had never shown any interest in the domestic running of their household before. “Apparently you require another spanking, my little wife, until you understand the concept of obedience.”
“Pretty sure that will never happen,” she whispered in a sexy voice, giving him her best bedroom eyes.
“Mmm, pretty sure you will never sit again, my love. Do svidanya, Jane,” he said, closing the door firmly before she could say anything else.
Grinning, Jane sat up in her seat and watched as Boris and the man whose name might be Alex got out of the vehicle. Alex went to stand at her husband’s side while Boris reached for the driver side door. He never got the door open. An explosion of sound made Jane jump in her seat. Blood splattered the driver side window and she watched in horror as Boris went down in the road with a bellow of pain.
Jane swung around and frantically searched the sidewalk for Vlad, when the back window of the vehicle exploded inward over her head showering glass down on her. Jane lunged forward and covered her head. Her ears were ringing so bad she couldn’t hear anything from outside the vehicle.
“Damn it!” she reached for her gun and realized she hadn’t bothered to wear one. She was only planning on working in the office.
Lifting her head cautiously, glass falling from her hair, Jane looked out the side window searching the sidewalk for her husband. What she saw had her reaching for the door and shoving it open. Vlad was being hit in the head with the butt of a gun by one man while another fought to restrain him. Alex was sprawled on the ground, unmoving in a pool of blood. Heedless of her own safety Jane tried to lunge out of the vehicle. She was stopped by her seatbelt.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she muttered reaching for it and crying out as glass bit into the palm of her hand. She forced the latch despite the glass embedding itself in her skin and when she was free threw herself out the door on her hands and knees.
“Vlad!” she shouted, launching herself toward him.
Vlad was being shoved forward, limp between the strong hands that held his body upright. Hearing Jane’s scream brought his head up. Blood dripped into his eyes from a head wound, partially blinding him. He looked gruesome with blood flowing freely across his face and tattoos. His expression turned from fuzzy to murderous when he saw Jane on the sidewalk.
“Jane!” he roared. “Get the fuck back!”
Just as one of his assailants lifted the gun and brought it down forcefully into the side of Vlad’s head, Jane was seized from behind and picked bodily up off the sidewalk. Vlad watched as his wife was captured just before he lost consciousness and was shoved the rest of the way into a waiting SUV.
“I wasn’t planning on you being here, cop bitch,” came a sneering voice from over her head, “but you will make good leverage. Come with me and I won’t hurt you.”
Jane recognized the voice as that of Petrov the junior. Clearly dude didn’t know her at all if he thought she would assist in her own kidnapping. Jane let her body go limp in his hard hold and said in as whimpering a voice as she could manage, “Okay, yes I’ll go with you. Please just don’t hurt me.”
Petrov lowered her feet to the sidewalk. Idiot, she thought. Jane let her body collapse onto the sidewalk and turned swiftly onto her back. Frowning Petrov leaned down to grab her. Jane kicked him in the crotch, driving her leather boot into
him as hard as she could. When he doubled over in reaction she brought her other leg up and kicked him in the face driving him backwards with the force of her kick.
The Russian enforcer hit the sidewalk on his ass, one hand clutching his crotch and the other clutching his face. Jane heard shouting and, afraid she would be picked up again, rolled off the sidewalk and under the Bentley. For the first time since deciding to become a cop, Jane thanked God for her small stature, which enabled her to crawl easily under the vehicle.
“Jane, come to me, pchelka!” she looked around and saw Boris reaching for her, his large arm thrust under the car.
She reached out and put her hand in his, trusting him completely. His hand immediately engulfed hers and with a grunt of pain he pulled her bodily from under the car. Jane winced as her sweater rode up and the bare skin of her side scraped across the pavement. She bit her lip to keep from crying out. She suspected Boris was shot and he was still trying to help her. If he could suck it up then so could she.
Boris pulled her into a sitting position next to him. His other hand was pressed tightly to his shoulder where blood was seeping from between his fingers.
They heard the screech of tires. Jane tried to crawl up the car to look over the hood. Boris yanked her back against his body and swore as the SUV pulled out into traffic and passed them. A man was leaning out the window with a gun.
Boris grabbed Jane around the waist, stood with her in his brawny arms and lunged across the hood of the Bentley as a spray of bullets peppered the side of the car where they had just been sitting. Boris rolled off the hood, which dented under his weight, and back onto the sidewalk where he landed on top of Jane and covered her body with his much larger one. Jane heard shouting and turned her head to the side.
“Boris!” she gasped, staring in terror as two men flew out of the restaurant. One ran toward them while the other ran into the street after the SUV.
“They ours,” Boris grunted in her ear, his voice slurring.
“Oh,” Jane said in relief. Then began to panic again as she realized Boris’ body was beginning to slump limply onto her, crushing her into the pavement. Jane couldn’t breath! She began to struggle, but was saved by someone lifting Boris off of her.
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