by Bella Rose
“I would do whatever you want me to do, sweet girl,” he murmured. “That is the point, don’t you think? I want to make you feel good. And I want to enjoy myself as well. The fact that the two of us enjoy some things that other people might call over-the-top doesn’t matter.”
He reached out and cupped my face. His hands felt so good. My eyes slid shut, and I waited. He leaned forward and kissed my eyelids one by one. The light touch did things to my insides. I got shivery and tingly and so very excited that I could not even be sure of what was happening to my body. All I knew was that I wanted Vasily inside of me.
Vasily
“Strip for me,” I told her roughly. “I want you naked.”
There was a moment when I was uncertain if she would obey. I ached to think that she was so conflicted about her erotic desires. They weren’t wrong. It didn’t work like that. In my mind there was no right or wrong when it came to the desires between a man and a woman. If both people were on board, then the sky was the limit.
Then she got up from the couch and began taking off her snuggly pajama pants and her T-shirt. There was a bit of reluctance in her manner. I watched her. I saw the shirt go over her head and the way her gorgeous breasts bounced as they settled into place. Their shape was utter perfection. Each had a nipple that hardened while I watched. The pale pink color was enticing as hell. And when I reached up to trace a tiny line around each areola, she gave a tiny whimper of need.
Her belly was flat, her abdomen quivering as I let my fingers brush a path down the center of her body toward her mound. She had only a light dusting of hair. I gently twirled my index finger in the short thatch. I felt her vaginal lips flex and move as her inner muscles clenched.
“Spread your legs,” I ordered.
She did as I asked, and I stood up. This beautiful woman was standing here for my pleasure and for hers. I could think of one thing I wanted very badly.
I lifted one of her hands and kissed her fingers. Then I placed it on top of her head. I took the other one and did the same. “Don’t move,” I told her. “I’m going to spank you. But we’re both going to like it.”
“You—” She was panting. “—you like that?”
“It turns me on.” I could not change how rough my voice was as I spoke those words. “It makes me hard just thinking about it.”
I saw her throat move as she swallowed. Then she nodded. I groaned as I clenched my right hand and prepared myself mentally. Anya was new to this. I had to be gentle. This was no time to lose control and overdo things.
I circled her body, enjoying the way she displayed herself for my pleasure. Her breasts were pert and high. Her legs were slightly spread and her back arched to make her butt perfectly prominent. I could not resist the round globes of her ass. I raised my hand and brought it down against her with a loud smack. The sound echoed around Anya’s living room.
She flinched but did not cry out. That turned me on even more. I circled once more and spanked her again. My hand stung as it came into contact with the soft flesh of her butt. Unable to resist, I rubbed the mark I had made. I caressed her cheek until she made a soft sigh of satisfaction. Then I lifted my hand and smacked her again. I repeated this three more times until my cock was so hard I thought I might burst, and I could smell the creamy juices of Anya’s arousal seeping from her pussy.
“Bend over,” I told her roughly. “Show me your cunt.”
She did as she was told. I spread her cheeks and bared her pussy. All the blood rushing to her groin had made her pink folds plump and wet. She glistened in the light. I traced the shape of her, savoring each contour and gently caressing her until I could feel her tensing as though she was fighting back the urge to climax.
“Do you need to come?”
Her answer was immediate. “Yes.”
I swatted her pussy. She cried out, but the pink flesh between her legs told me that it was both pleasure and pain that she was feeling. I swatted her again, and my hand came away soaking wet with her juices. I rubbed out the sting, letting my fingers barely brush her clit. She was panting now, and I knew she could not hold back any longer.
I squatted behind her, my face very near her pussy. “Come for me. Right. Now.”
As if she were perfectly attuned to my commands, Anya climaxed on cue. Her inner muscles spasmed and she whimpered and cried out as the undulating contractions of orgasm made her shiver and shake. I could see her struggling to remain standing, and I knew the struggle was only intensifying everything she felt. I leaned forward and blew a soft stream of air over her heated flesh. She screamed my name, and I felt the most incredible sensation of satisfaction I could have hoped to experience.
“Vasily!”
The sound of my name on her lips drove me wild. It was so tempting to pull out my cock and take her then and there. But I wanted a lot more than that. I wanted the whole experience. I wanted her to beg me for it. I would hear that plea on her lips before I fucked her or allowed her to climax again. I would show her that it was right for her to be mine. That was the only thing that mattered.
So instead of giving in to the urge to fuck my woman, I swept her into my arms instead. I carried her into her bedroom and lay her gently on her bed. I peeled out of my clothing and slid between the sheets. As she shivered and shook with the last vestiges of her orgasm, I held her and stroked my hand down her back. As far as I was concerned, the night had only just begun.
Chapter Seventeen
Anya
I could not think straight. Maybe I didn’t even want to. All I wanted was to lie there in the bed with Vasily’s arms wrapped around me and forget about the rest of the world. I did not want to think about whether or not my father was angry that Vasily and I were sleeping together. I didn’t even want to contemplate how or why he knew. I didn’t want to think about work or Vasily’s work, or what I suspected his role was within my father’s organization. I just wanted to bask in this amazing afterglow of sex and satisfaction.
Of course, that would have been much easier had I not had a very thick, very hard erection pressing into my bottom. I wiggled. Vasily’s cock wiggled back. That made me giggle. Then I felt him press his lips to the sensitive skin at the base of my neck where it met my shoulder. He bit me then. The move set off a very strange and very pleasurable sensation. I liked the biting. It surprised me, but I really did.
“Is that good?” he asked softly right before he bit me again. “You seem to like it.”
He pushed me onto my belly and began biting a trail over my shoulders and down my spine. The rampant riot of chills that sent careening through my body was amazing. I squirmed and panted and whined as arousal made me almost crazy with lust. Why wouldn’t he just fuck me? I wanted it. He knew that I did. My pussy was so wet at this moment that he was going to slide inside and find almost no resistance.
“Please,” I whimpered.
He bit my earlobe. I could feel the length of his body slide deliciously against mine. “Please what?”
“I need you.”
“What do you need?”
He was going to make me say it. Even right then, naked, with his teeth in my flesh, I felt my cheeks blush red-hot at the words on my lips. “Please fuck me. Put your cock inside me. Make me come. Please?”
“Beautiful.” His laugh was dark with erotic intent. “But first you’re going to put my cock in your mouth. I want to see those lips wrapped around my shaft.”
That startled me. I wasn’t big on blowjobs. But he had me flipped onto my back in only a few seconds flat. I gave a little squeak of surprise, and then he was straddling me. His thighs were on either side of my neck, and I watched him squeeze the shaft of his cock in his hand as he gently brushed the head over my lips.
It was so soft! I could not resist opening my mouth and letting my tongue caress him. The sounds of pleasure and approval he made gave me courage. He coaxed himself inside my mouth, and I sucked gently. He never forced too much inside me, and he never pushed too hard. I sucked and li
cked, letting my tongue slide all over his shaft and even his balls. The tight flesh fascinated me. I sucked gently, pulling one of his testicles into my mouth and feeling how much he liked the attention. There was a certain amount of power involved in such a thing.
“No hands,” he ordered just as I thought to lift mine.
I made a sound of displeasure, but he only laughed. Then he began pumping his cock as I sucked on the end. The sight was incredible. I had never seen a man masturbate before. The way his shaft would disappear into his hand and then reappear as he slid between my lips was truly a marvelous sight. He was so aroused. I could see how badly he wanted and needed to come and yet he did not.
“I need you,” he finally growled. “I need to be inside that hot pussy of yours. Spread your legs, Anya. I’m going to take you.”
“Please,” I begged now. I needed him so badly I could hardly stand it. “Take me. I’m yours.”
I hardly knew what I was saying, and yet those words had a profound effect on my lover. His expression grew almost tender. He nudged his way between my thighs and oh so carefully penetrated my pussy. The long, slow slide of his cock into my core was almost too much to wait for. I needed him so badly.
Finally he was fully embedded in my body. I wrapped my legs around his waist and arched my back. The friction created by this position was almost too perfect. I undulated against him. I could not stop myself. I ground my pussy on his cock until I felt that hot point of contact that told me I was going to climax soon.
“I need to come,” I told him, my voice breaking over the words. “Please let me. Please?”
So very gently, he brushed my hair back from my face. He lowered his lips to mine. Then he kissed me so tenderly that I thought my heart might burst. “Come,” he whispered against my mouth. “Take what you need.”
It was as if I needed those words to unlock my pleasure. My body convulsed hard, and I climaxed in a rush of warm fluids and broken cries of desire. It felt so good! I was flying, my whole body coming as I was shaken again and again and again. It felt as though my soul was fracturing and flying free. Every inhibition was gone. Right and wrong no longer mattered. And the only thing left was this man who had given me everything I needed and wanted all before I knew what it was to ask for.
“Thank you,” I told him. I think I said it over and over again. “Thank you.”
He did not say anything. He was too busy wrapping his arms around me and thrusting hard as he poured his seed into my body. I was his and he was mine. Nothing else mattered.
Vasily
I held Anya close and tried to ignore the beeping that told me I had an incoming text on my phone. The damn thing was in my pants pocket. I didn’t have to look to know what it was about. Boris was very likely freaking out that Antonin had made an announcement about the succession. Not only had that announcement gotten a lukewarm reception, it had probably caused a rift within the ranks of the other Avtoritet. They would want to know why Boris was favoring Antonin over the others, some of who had more years of service than Antonin and ultimately carried far more responsibility within the Bratva.
Anya was snuggled into my side with her cheek nestled into my shoulder. I felt her sigh. “You’re somewhere far away. Why?”
“Has your father always had an issue with alcohol?” I didn’t realize until I said the words out loud how much I wanted her opinion on the topic.
“Yes.”
It surprised me that there was no hesitation in her response. “It is normal for a man—especially a Pekhan—to drink with those under his command. It’s a sign of brotherhood and unity.”
She snorted. “At nine in the morning?”
Yes. I had noticed that as well. I decided to approach this from a different angle. “Has he always been like this?”
“Ever since I can remember.” She shivered a little, clutching me a little tighter. “It was what brought Daisy and I together when we were teenagers. Neither of us were interested in getting drunk like our classmates because we both had parents who spent too much time with a bottle.”
“I suppose I don’t remember.” I had to give her that. “He was always just Boris to me.”
“I believe until a few months ago I would have considered him a high-functioning alcoholic.” There was nothing bitter in her tone. It was all matter-of-fact as though she had come to terms with this problem long ago. “Lately, though, he is tired and more prone to drinking too much too early in the day. That and he drinks until he passes out.”
I thought of what had happened earlier that night. “That I did notice.”
“Why are you asking me this?”
“Your father asked me to take over his position as Pekhan.”
Her sharp intake of breath was nothing compared to the way she scrambled away from me in the bed. “What? No! You cannot.”
“If he requires it of me, I have no choice.” Could she not see that honor was in question here?
I sat up, turning to face her. But she was already on her feet reaching for clothes. “Get out.”
“What?” I was certain that I had heard her wrong.
She put both hands on her face and moaned. “Oh! You are such a liar! Why do I always fall for these things? What is wrong with me?”
I could have answered that her apparent penchant for fucking drama was what was wrong with her, but that wouldn’t have gotten me anywhere. Something had happened and I’d missed it. “Anya, please be reasonable. What did I do?”
“You’re to be my father’s replacement!” she snarled angrily. “That’s what’s wrong. You came here and you wormed your way into my life and my heart and my—my bed! You convinced me of things, and now I know why!”
She might know why, but I was totally baffled. “Anya, that isn’t true.”
“Don’t you get it?” She was practically howling by now. “This was my father’s way of dragging me back in. Oh, he’s diabolical! Truly. This was well played. Well played, do you hear?” She was now screaming at me like a lunatic.
I warily reached for my pants. She was pointing at her bedroom door. The message was clear. I held up my hands. “Calm down. I’m leaving. All right?”
“Don’t you ever come back.” She was sobbing now. Big fat tears rolled down her face. “You are not welcome here. I don’t want to see you anywhere around me. Not watching me, and sure as hell not showing up uninvited! Do you understand?”
No. I didn’t understand a damned thing, but I could at least assure her that I had listened to what she was telling me. “I hear you, Anya. But can you please explain what you mean?”
“You’re such a big shot,” she hissed. “Go talk to my drunk-ass papa and figure it out yourself.”
I pulled my T-shirt over my head and shoved my feet into my boots. I backed out of her room, showing her that I was leaving without incident. I think if the woman had been holding a gun, she would have filled me full of holes. It was shocking. Anya was not a shrew. So what could turn a sweet, willing woman curled up by my side into a raving lunatic with bloodlust?
Boris.
That was my only answer. So I gathered my things, exited the house, and carefully made my way to my motorcycle. I stretched, loosening my back as I tried to decide what my next course of action should be.
Anya’s house was locked up tight, but that did not mean that it was impenetrable or safe. My duty was to stay here the rest of the night and make sure that she was not bothered by any Orlovs or by any of those strange men wearing St. Nicholas medallions.
Thinking about the Orlovs reminded me that I had not seen one thing from them since I had made my presence known inside the bar those several days ago. It was very odd. I had expected them to take a day to regroup and then make another attempt to either intimidate or hurt Anya. I was starting to think that the Orlovs weren’t working alone. If fact, I had a pretty good idea who was calling the shots on this whole thing. I just couldn’t believe he would sink quite that low.
Chapter Eighteen
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p; Vasily
I strode into Boris’s office with a chip on my shoulder and an axe to grind. So when the old man glared at me and pointed to a chair, I shook my head and pointed right back. “You,” I sneered, “are a drunk and a fool. Do not presume to blame me for your current state of affairs. That was all you. All of it!”
“How dare you?” He shot out of his chair. But his self-righteous display was ruined when he wobbled on his feet and plopped right back down.
I gestured to the bottle on his desk. “How much have you had? Eh? How much more vodka have you had to drink since you passed out only a few hours ago? Do you not see what you are doing to yourself and to your family? Do you not see what you are doing to this organization? Or do you not even care?”
I was past caring whether or not I was being disrespectful. That no longer mattered. As far as I was concerned, Boris’s drinking problem had ruined whatever chance I had with Anya. This infuriated me because I didn’t even understand why or how it had happened!
I pursed my lips together, trying to stay silent. But I could not stop the torrent of words. “Did you know that your daughter and I have been sleeping together? Did you know that I’ve fallen for her?” I spoke the words quietly, expecting him to explode.
To my shock, he sat back in his chair and looked satisfied. “That was as it was meant to be.”
“What?” The word reverberated around the room like a sonic boom. I did not understand why he would be okay with something that everyone thought he would be angry about. Had I misjudged him so badly? “You’re not angry?”
He shook his head, his bushy eyebrows going up and down as he seemed to contemplate all the possible meanings of this information. “Of course I’m not angry. Why do you think I sent you to protect her?”
“But I wasn’t to tell her that you sent me. You made me a liar!”