“We are here, boss,” Anton calls out from the front seat as the SUV stops.
Radimir gets out and offers his hand to help me step down. The house we are standing in front of is adorable. It looks like it is an older house that has been remodeled. There is also a swimming pool, and I am already in love without even looking inside.
The agent is a woman in her mid-forties with a bright smile and a file folder in her hand. I look across the street to see Maxim and Haleigh pulling up to the curb. They get out and greet an older gentleman who is waiting for them in the front yard.
“Radimir?” I ask, looking at them.
“What my kotik wants, my kotik gets,” he says with a shrug before wrapping his hand around mine. He pulls me across the driveway to the front door of the house.
The home is gorgeous. Dark, rich, hardwood floors, white granite countertops, beautiful lighting. It is a home, not an apartment or a place to lay low for a while—it is a true home. It is filled with the most beautiful furniture, and the agent tells us the family has left everything, so it will be included. We can keep whatever it is that we wish to keep and give the rest away.
I love everything about it; then she takes us into a basement. It is outfitted as an in-home gym with an office. Radimir has kept fairly quiet throughout the tour, but I watch as he perks up at the equipment and the separate office. There is even an extra bedroom and bathroom.
The home was built in the mid 1920’s, which is why there is a basement. The agent tells us that they aren’t common anymore, unless someone customizes and builds one, in which case they are typically used as wine cellars.
“Kotik?” Radimir asks.
“Yes, if it is what you wish, Radimir. I adore it.” He nods, looking around the basement one more time. What he sees must satisfy him, because he tells the agent to draw up the paperwork.
“Maxim is purchasing the house across the street,” he announces before we step outside.
“How did you know?” I ask.
“He text me while you were drooling over the claw-foot bathtub,” he mumbles with a smile.
“Neighbors,” I breathe. “My best friend—my only friend and I are to be neighbors,” I mutter as tears well in my eyes.
“I only wish for your happiness, Em, and I will do whatever it takes to make that happen. A house in the West Hollywood Hills, across from your best friend, makes my kotik happy? Then that is what she will have,” he mutters before his lips gently brush mine. I smile widely as I run across the street to Maxim and Haleigh’s house to look around at what they have decided to purchase.
“Neighbors,” I giggle as I wrap my arms around Haleigh.
“Let us get a late lunch to celebrate?” Haleigh suggests. I watch as Maxim lifts his chin in agreement.
Radimir, Anton, and I follow them in their SUV to a restaurant and we dine. We drink and laugh together, as friends should. A relaxing afternoon to combat all of the drama we have had lately.
Haleigh and I spend the entire time going over plans of how we wish to decorate our new homes. It is such an exciting adventure, and I cannot wait to embark on it.
Once we are finished with lunch, I gasp at the time. We spent hours in the restaurant and now it is late. As we part ways, Haleigh suggests we make a plan for furniture and décor shopping in the next few days, so we can start to gather ideas and concepts for the big move.
“When will we be able to move?” I ask Radimir as we are getting ready for bed later that evening.
“Less than thirty days’ time, I hope,” he murmurs as he slides between the sheets and pulls them above his hips. His back is propped against the bed’s headboard as he watches me apply lotion to my legs.
“I’m so excited,” I squeal as I think about being able to furnish my own home.
“Come here and show me how happy you are,” Radimir murmurs. I turn to him as I open and drop my robe, leaving me completely nude.
“Will you let me ride you, my volk?” I ask, running my teeth along my bottom lip with anticipation. I watch his nostrils flare at my use of the word - wolf.
“I will,” he nods.
I slowly crawl up the bed toward him. I gently pull the sheet down his hips to display his rigid length. Once I have reached his cock with my face, I run my tongue along his length before I suck him into my mouth.
“Kotik,” he groans as I slide up and then back down, filling my mouth with his hardening cock. I whimper when his fingers slide through my hair, ever-so-gently.
“Keep going slow, Emiliya. I want you to fuck me all night long. Soft and slow. We’ve had enough roughness, I want my sweet girl,” he murmurs.
I swear, I feel the desire pooling deep in my belly at his quiet words. I want that, too. I want sweet and slow. I love hard and fast, but right now, sweet and slow sounds heavenly.
I suck him in deep and his fingers apply pressure, keeping me at his base. My nose pressed to his pelvis, my mouth full of his cock, I raise my eyes in confusion as I lock in with his. He looks so happy, at peace.
“You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. I want to stay inside of you for always, Emiliya. My cock in your mouth is so fucking gorgeous,” he groans before he lifts me off of him and pulls me to straddle his hips.
A second later, he is filling me from below. I arch my back and drop my head as my hands fly to his thighs and my fingers dig into his flesh.
“Radimir,” I exhale before I begin to move as slowly as I can on top of him.
Everything inside of me is screaming to fuck his massive cock as hard as I can, but I want our pleasure to burn, to ignite, and then to explode.
“Slow, kotik, stay calm,” he mumbles as his fingers grip my hips.
“Yes,” I moan as I slowly tilt my hips back and forth against him. My eyes pop open when I feel his mouth hot on my skin.
Radimir licks my entire breast as if it is a giant ice cream cone. He steers clear of my hard, aching nipple and I want to scream, but I know what he is doing. Slow. Soft and slow. I slide one of my hands into his hair and hold him against my breast.
“Suck my nipple, Radimir. Make me feel so good,” I murmur.
He growls right before his tongue touches my nipple. I grind against his pelvis a bit harder, keeping the slow steady pace I have set for myself, but with a bit more pressure. I shudder as his finger slides through the crack of my ass.
“Fuck my ass with your finger. Please, Radimir. I want to feel you everywhere,” I cry out on a moan when his teeth clamp down around my nipple.
Radimir wets his finger in his mouth before he returns it to my back entrance. When I come down on his cock, he slides it inside. I moan at the sensation.
It is too much, too good, too slow, and too fucking beautiful.
“I want to watch you play with your clit. Can you do that for me, kotik? Can you make yourself come on my cock with your fingers on that pretty clit?”
I shiver at his words before I release his head with my hand and slide it down my stomach to my clit.
He leans back against the headboard as I begin to stroke myself for him. Using his cock to fill my pussy, while his finger fills my ass. On the third stroke of my finger against my clit, I forget about slow, soft and sensual. I begin to ride Radimir, ride him with all that I have.
I scream his name with my release what feels like seconds later. Radimir thrusts deep inside me from below twice before he moans, grunts, and then fills me with his own release. I collapse on top of his sweaty chest and inhale his spicy scent as I kiss his neck.
“I love you more than I knew was possible, kotik,” he murmurs, placing a kiss on the top of my head, his arms wrapped around my back.
“I love you more than I could have ever imagined,” I sigh into his neck as I squeeze him tighter.
My phone rings from the nightstand hours after my Emiliya has fallen into a dreamless sleep beside me. I answer it, only after looking at the caller ID.
Kirill.
“Boss,” I murmur quietly. I st
and and walk out of the bedroom, so as not to disturb my sleeping wife.
“We have problem,” he says on a sigh.
I can tell he’s been drinking. Most of the time his English is impeccable, except when he is drunk.
“What is it?”
“The FBI. They are digging. My personal life is starting to come under their radar,” he growls. I want to laugh. The FBI has been bothering my wife. All of our personal lives are under radar.
“What do you mean?” I ask. I truly do not understand.
“They’ve found a piece of my past I didn’t even know existed. They are trying to strong arm me, Radimir. I will not allow it, but I must appear to be weakening. I am counting on you and Maxim’s help to stick to the plan. I will be disappearing for a while. I will have no contact with you. If you need to speak to me in emergency, send me word via code,” he says, then hangs up the phone. I try to call him back, but the phone has been disconnected.
I don’t understand what he is referring to. What has happened? Or why?
The only thing I do understand is code.
We used it back in Russia when we were climbing the ranks, when the government was onto us and listening in on every little thing they could--before Ivan, before we had our hands into every pie imaginable. When we were punk assed teenagers. Fuck, I hope I can still remember it all, between Maxim and me—we must.
MOVING DAY IS FINALLY here.
Haleigh, the babies, and I are hanging out by our pool while the men supervise the move. We are told to stay out of sight for this part of the day. Why – I am unsure. But I am not about to defy my husband again; not when it is a simple request, and such an enjoyable one as this. Besides, I feel terrible today. My stomach aches and is nauseous.
“You know that you are probably pregnant,” Haleigh suggests.
I nod. This crossed my mind, but after so many months of being with my husband and not becoming pregnant, I didn’t think it would happen. Maybe I was just being naïve.
“I thought I would have been a long time ago,” I say with a shrug. Haleigh smiles.
“These past few weeks have been pleasant. The stress nonexistent. Perfect recipe for baby making,” she says. My eyes widen.
“You think I wasn’t getting pregnant before because of stress?” I ask.
I don’t know much about such things. I have known how children are brought into this world since I was a girl, but the ins and outs, the details of our bodies, I was never taught. I was only told my job was to produce the heirs that were required by my husband.
“Well, it’s entirely possible,” she murmurs. I lie back against the chaise lounge and close my eyes thinking about that.
I think about how stressful my life truly was for a while. Between Radimir pushing me away and trying to leave, the kidnapping, and moving to another country; then the FBI and their involvement in our lives; the late hours Radimir has suddenly had to work, and the worry etched into his face when he thinks I am not paying attention… Yes, my life has been stressful since I was given to Radimir to protect, to say the least – but I am happy. So very happy.
I would change nothing about my story in this moment; and if I am indeed pregnant, I will celebrate and rejoice in this new life that I will hopefully bring into the world. My wish is that Radimir will be just as happy as I feel at the slightest possibility. He has mentioned children a few times off and on, but he hasn’t given me any inclination that it is something he truly craves.
“We must have you take a test so you know for sure. Maybe I can sneak over and grab one. I’ll use the excuse of Maksimilyan needing milk,” Haleigh grins wickedly. It makes me chuckle.
“Yes, okay,” I agree. I want to know. I need to know.
Haleigh leaves Maks with me as she takes the baby with her to convince her husband to take her to the store. I watch the little boy playing in the pool, safety floaties on his arms and a carefree smile on his face. He looks so much like Maxim, but his kindhearted, blissful happiness is all Haleigh. My cell phone rings next to me and I grin at the familiar name flashing on my screen. I answer it with my eyes glued to Maks.
“Hello,” I say in my best English. I want to impress him.
“Emiliya?” he asks. I laugh.
“I know English, now,” I confess. I hear him laugh. It is a beautiful sound, not one I have heard often in my life from him.
“It is very good, too,” he praises. It makes my smile grow.
“How is your Ashley?” I ask nervously.
“Better,” he says. It makes me think that perhaps she isn’t doing well.
“Yakov, how is she?” I prod my brother. He sighs.
“Depressed, but she tries to hide it from me,” he confesses.
It makes me so sad. She went through hells that I could not even begin to comprehend.
“Tell her I miss her and if she wants a friend to talk to, that I am here, always,” I offer. I can practically hear my brother smile.
“Yes, I think I will encourage this between you two. You sound good,” he says. I hum.
“I am good. So good,” I murmur.
“Your husband, he is treating you well, then?” he asks.
I open my mouth to describe our lives in detail, but I promptly close it. My brother does not need to know how well my husband treats me, not really.
“Yes, Yakov. Radimir is wonderful to me. You chose well, and I should thank you for protecting me the way that you did, when everything happened with Papa.”
“I felt guilty for a long time, afraid that Sergei’s suggestion was wrong and that I should have kept you with me. I’m glad that it has all been for the good, that everything has worked out,” he says. I nod as if he can see me.
“Do not feel guilty. My life with Radimir is more than I ever expected from a marriage. He cares for me and I him,” I admit. I hear my brother sigh.
“I will not be able to see you for a while. We are all grounded. I wanted to just check-in with you, though,” he says.
I wonder if all of this has to do with Radimir’s working late and odd hours, the FBI and the extra security we have had the past few weeks.
“Okay. I love you, Yakov. Stay safe, please,” I murmur. He grunts.
“And I you, sister,” he says. I know it is the best I will get out of the man. I lift the corner of my lips in a slight smile before I hang up the call.
A few minutes later, Maks is tired of swimming and is begging for a snack. I wrap a towel around his little body and take his hand in mine as we go inside of my home. We don’t have much food in the refrigerator, but I know there are some crackers in the pantry for the hungry little man. I direct him to sit at the table while I make him a plate with peanut butter spread crackers to fill his little tummy.
“Find him. Keep him. I’ll be there as soon as I finish at my new home,” I hear Radimir raddle off from the living room.
He sounds so angry that it makes my shake a bit. I’m not scared of him in the slightest, but I’m scared at what will happen to whomever he is angry with.
More than once, he’s come home the past few weeks with blood on his clothes. When I ask about it, he tells me to ignore it. How do you ignore blood soaked suits? He’s been burning them at an alarming rate.
“What are you doing in here, kotik?” he asks as he walks into the room with a look of surprise on his face.
“Haleigh had Maxim take her to the store for something and Maks was hungry for a snack,” I admit truthfully. He furrows his brow.
“You look pale,” he murmurs as he walks up to me and wraps his hand around my belly.
“I’m not feeling one hundred percent. I’ll be all right, though,” I say, giving him a small smile.
“I have to leave, check into the office. Then I have some other business to attend to. Anton will be here with you, and the moving men have left. You will be okay?” he asks, but in a way he isn’t asking at all. He’s stating that I will be okay, and indeed I will.
“Yes, of course, moy korol.”
I look down at his tattooed hand, resting against the pale skin of my stomach, and I smile to myself. I am going to be just fine. I am going to be more than fine. I am going to be perfect.
“You wait naked for me in bed tonight, yeah?” he mutters against my ear, his breath hot on my cheek. My whole body breaks out into goosebumps.
“Yes,” I hiss, feeling like being naked in this exact moment. In bed would be even better.
“Good, kotik,” he whispers before he places a kiss on my shoulder and walks away. He steps up to Maks and ruffles his blonde hair.
“You be a good boy for your ma and auntie Emiliya, yeah?”
“Yes, Uncle Rad,” Maks says, his eyes focused on Radimir.
“Soon, you come with your papa and me to do business. You learn all about being a good man,” he murmurs.
I hold my breath at the exchange. Maks is only a small child. He should not know of their business, maybe not ever—but at least not until he is beyond puberty.
“Really?” he asks as his little eyes light up with amazement and wonder.
“Yeah. You be a good boy, now,” he says before walking out of the house.
I watch his perfect, suited ass and sigh at the sight.
I cannot imagine Maksimilyan going to work with Maxim and Radimir. How can they think this appropriate? They come home with bloodied suits that need to be burned. Maksimilyan is but a small child, still a baby.
I am staring at the sweet boy, trying not to imagine the horrors he could see with his father and Radimir, when I am interrupted.
“Okay. Pee time,” Haleigh sings as she walks into the kitchen. I am pulled out of my daze and give her a shaky smile as I take the bag from her hand.
“What did you tell Maxim?” I ask, wondering if he will say anything to Radimir before I have the chance.
“I made him wait in the car with the baby. He has no clue what I bought.” She grins and I join her with a smile.
“Go,” she shoos. I go into the bathroom.
I take the test.
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