by Lia Lee
She loved the power of having him under her like this. She squeezed him hard, until the tip grew flushed with blood and he arched up and tried to free his legs. His fingers twisted in the sheets and he groaned and thrashed as if he were about to come undone.
Lightly pinching the head of his cock with one hand, she let the other travel up his belly toward his pectoral muscles. She plucked at his small male nipples. They hardened into tiny points. Letting go of his cock, she let her entire body rub a path from his groin to his chest. Her nipples burned at the contact and she reveled in the pure pleasure. Power and need rolled into one sensation of total fulfillment.
Nika lightly kissed Maksim’s mouth before nibbling and biting her way down his neck, over his chest, and to his belly. She inched her way back up his torso and let her pussy glide over the rigid erection straining toward her.
“Do you want me?” she asked.
“Yes!”
“Do you want your big, thick cock inside my hot pussy?” The naughtiness of her words ramped up their erotic value. She loved every second of this.
“Please, Nika. I need to be inside you.”
She rubbed her sex against his shaft. Her slick flesh left a layer of creamy fluid on his skin. “Do you feel how wet I am for you?”
“God yes. Your pussy is so fucking wet for me.” He grabbed her hips and dragged her crotch toward his cock. “I’m going to fill that pussy with come. I’m going to fuck you and make you mine. Mine.”
The erotic promise pushed her over the edge. Nika tilted her hips and let the end of his cock catch against the wetness of her quivering opening. His cock slid deep into her pussy. She flung her head back and wriggled until he had impaled her completely on his dick. The sensation was utterly and completely satisfying. It was as if he had been made specifically for her. He fit her perfectly.
Nika began to move against him. She rocked and ground her sex against Maksim’s groin. The crisp hairs at the base of his cock tickled her clitoris. Her inner muscles tightened and she spiraled toward a second climax. The feeling was everything she had ever dreamed of experiencing.
Shifting her stance just a little, she used her knees to lift her body in order to mimic the sensation of thrusting. The new friction was incredible. Lifting again, she slammed herself back down on his body. The combination of penetration and friction pushed her perilously close to the edge.
Nika lifted her hands to her hair, pushing it away from her face and letting her head loll backwards. “I’m going to come, Maksim. I’m so close. Please make me come for you.”
He placed his fingers near the root of his cock where they were joined together. Gently pressing on her clit, he gave her exactly what she needed to reach an instant, devastating climax. Nika screamed, not knowing what she was saying or how many times she said it. Then Maksim shouted and thrust up into her body. The heat and warmth of his ejaculation sent her into a delicious little aftershock. And when she could finally breathe again, she collapsed to his chest and lay there panting.
***
The term “rock his world” did not even scratch the surface when it came to the experience of having sex with Nika. Maksim was pretty sure he was going to be stuck there on the bed for the rest of his life. There would be no moving away from her ever again. The two of them would remain in that little house, naked and fucking like rabbits for the rest of their days.
He sucked in a deep breath and exhaled slowly. Coming inside Nika had actually made him dizzy, as if he were high. The room was spinning like a tilt-a-whirl and he really didn’t care to get off the ride.
Then Nika started giggling. Her blond hair was in wild disarray. The mess hid her face from view. She was peeking up at him from beneath her hair and the sparkle in her blue eyes was breathtaking. She looked like a woman who had been well satisfied by her lover.
“I think you fucked me silly,” she told him.
Maksim locked his arms around her lower back. The position was incredibly natural. “Oh yeah?”
“Yeah.” The word came out on a huge sigh. Then she was giggling again.
“Maybe I should try to fuck the silly out of you now?” he suggested.
Her expression settled into one of mock seriousness. “I’m not entirely certain that’s possible, Mr. Petrov. Perhaps we should run an experiment to find out.”
Maksim drew her up the length of his body until he could kiss her lips. She hovered above him, her hair like a curtain around them both. Their kissing took on a lazy, unhurried quality that was deeply satisfying. Their lips met, their mouths molding together as they explored each other with equal fervor.
He loved the way she used her tongue. It was as if she tasted him with each stroke. Matching her pace and mimicking her motions was making him want her all over again. The woman was actually making love to him with her mouth and his body was responding in kind.
Nika pulled back suddenly, staring down at him with an indecipherable expression on her face. “Do you take many lovers?”
It was a reasonable question, but one that Maksim and every other man on the planet would call the pitfall from hell. “That depends on what you call many.”
“Maksim, come on.” She drummed her fingers on his chest.
“I don’t have a lot of time for a love life.” He wondered how he could make her understand. “My job is”—consuming, overwhelming, monotonous—“let’s just say it keeps me busy. So I don’t have time for relationships.” He gazed deeply into her eyes. “I’ve slept with a few women here and there. Always one night stands, and I’m always up front with them about that.”
“Ah.”
He didn’t like the way her gaze shifted away. “Nika, you’re not a one night stand.”
“I know that.”
“Do you?” he asked. “Because you’re pouting like you think I just insulted you.”
She looked outraged. “I do not pout!”
“Baby, you pout like a champion pouter.” Maksim couldn’t hide his smile. “I think you could have a career in pouting.”
Her growl was adorably fierce. “You better take that back!”
Maksim rolled her onto her back and settled himself between her spread legs. His cock was already getting hard again. He wanted her so badly. It was like an ache that would never be satisfied.
“God I must look a mess,” she moaned.
“You’re beautiful.”
“It’s the middle of the day and I have bedhead so bad that I’ll never fix it without taking a shower.” She sent a puff of air up toward the hair hanging in her eyes.
“You look like you’ve spent some time in your lover’s bed.” Maksim lowered his mouth to hers and brushed a kiss across her lips. “And you have.”
A phone started ringing somewhere in the house. Maksim frowned and began cursing in Russian. He didn’t want the real world to start up again so soon. He wanted to spend just a little longer in this fantasy land where Nika belonged to him and the only thing he had to do was bring her multiple orgasms every day.
“You should probably get that,” Nika reasoned. “What if it’s your brother telling us we can finally leave this place?”
Her words stung. Was it so awful to be here with him? He’d been enjoying himself these last few hours at least. In fact, today had been one of the best days he could remember having in years.
Maksim rolled out of bed and strode out of the bedroom on his way to the kitchen. He snatched up his phone off the counter and lifted it to his ear. “What?”
Ivan’s voice was indeed on the other end of the line. “Where the hell have you been?”
“We’re right here at the house. I didn’t have my phone on me. Sorry.” Maksim didn’t need to be told how transparent his answer was.
There was a long pause on Ivan’s end. “You’re sleeping with Nika, aren’t you?
“Does it matter?” He didn’t care to discuss his love life with his brother.
“She’s Katrina’s sister, so yeah. It kind of does.”
/> Maksim hated this bullshit most of all. “Why does that matter? Am I not good enough for Katrina’s sister? Is that it?”
“No. But if you fuck things up—and we both know you will—Katrina will be pissed and I’ll have to deal with it.” Ivan sounded more than miffed.
“Look. I’m not some randy teenager. I can handle my own love life.” Maksim was so done talking about this. “Did you have something relevant you wanted to say?”
“We’ve identified four policemen in the Hollywood PD that have ties to the Tretiaks.” Ivan’s tone was clipped.
“Shit.”
“Yeah, pretty much.”
Maksim tried to come up with possible solutions in his head. “But you said before that they’re backing off Denis right?”
“They’re backing off all our people and focusing directly on us.” There were hushed voices in the background and Ivan mumbled something Maksim couldn’t hear. “That’s why I’m calling. Someone has been poking around that area. A few of our people have called in to report Tretiak activity. You and Nika need to move.”
“Shit.” Maksim did not like that idea at all.
“It’ll be fine.” Ivan chuckled as if he hadn’t a care in the world. Probably because he didn’t. “You can use the beach house. Katrina thinks that should make her sister happy.”
Great.
Maksim couldn’t think of a worse way to end a day than to vacate the one place that had only just started to feel like home.
Chapter Eight
Nika opened her eyes, still feeling sleepy but knowing that ringtone was something she wanted to answer. It was Katrina calling, and Nika finally had something awesome to tell her lucky bitch of a sister.
The cool air inside the house chilled Nika’s skin as she made a dash back to her bedroom. She swiped her phone off the nightstand and dove into the middle of her bed. If she were lucky, Maksim would come find her and they could finish snuggling naked. For now she was going to rub her good fortune in her sister’s face. But only because she loved Katrina and knew her sister wanted her to be happy. Right?
“Hey!” Nika said brightly.
There was a brief pause. “Wow. You’re bubbly and weird sounding.”
“That’s a mean thing to say.” Nika snorted. “Does that mean I usually sound dull and boring?”
“It means you’re usually already bitching about something that’s pissed you off,” Katrina pointed out.
“Maybe I’ve had the best day ever.”
There was a long groan on the other end of the line. “You slept with Maksim, didn’t you?”
“Why do you say it like that?” Nika demanded. “It’s not like a bad thing. He’s amazing in bed. I’m telling you, the guy makes my toes curl when he kisses me!” Nika was practically vibrating with excitement. “We went to the gym. He drew me a bubble bath. And then? Oh. My. God! I’ve never met anyone like him before.”
“You’ve hated him for years,” Katrina reminded her. “How can all of that change now?”
“Maybe I just wasn’t understanding him and he didn’t understand me.” Nika thought about that statement. Perhaps it really was truer than she realized. “We talked a lot about the past and the shop and his job and how he feels about that. You wouldn’t think so, but Maksim is a really awesome communicator.”
“Nope. You certainly wouldn’t suspect him of that.” Katrina’s sarcasm was too much for Nika to handle.
“You know, it’s really shitty that you can’t be happy for me.”
“Why is that?”
Nika pursed her lips. “Well, tell me what you’ve been doing for the last few days.”
“Every night we eat dinner on the terrace and watch the sunset. I don’t have to cook because he brought down a crew that includes a gourmet cook that is the master of sauces. Really. I’m going to gain like a million pounds, except Ivan was sweet enough to bring a personal trainer too. So we work out together every single day. He runs on the beach and I swim in the pool. Then we sunbathe for a while and usually wind up making love on the beach or even in the water.” Katrina heaved a happy sigh. “It’s like a dream come true.”
Nika had intended to make the point that Katrina was living it up, so she should be equally happy for Nika that she was too. Now, Nika was getting just a little tired of hearing how her sister was getting spoiled with mafiya money.
“Nika?” Katrina sounded confused.
“I hate you,” Nika told her fervently. “Seriously. You’re so fucking spoiled and you don’t even realize it.” Nika affected a high pitched almost teenaged whine “Oh yippee! I’m Katrina and I found a super-rich boyfriend who owns a fucking island and takes me on vacation with a whole army of people to see to my needs. Maybe he even gets to hire someone to put his fingers in my pussy and make me come because I’m such a fucking tight assed bitch that I can’t be happy when my little sister finally gets laid after almost five years of celibacy.”
“Nika!” Katrina’s tone was total and complete shock.
“Save it, you spoiled brat.” Nika ended the call and flung her phone so hard that it bounced off the wall and left a mark.
“Wow.” Maksim rested his shoulder against the doorjamb. “Someone really pissed you off.”
Oh fantastic. Maksim was fully clothed. How great that her whole afternoon had gone wonderfully until her stupid sister called. Katrina was probably even responsible for Maksim being so obviously done with their sexy fun playtime. How come Nika always got the short end of the stick?
“What’s got your panties in a twist?” Maksim asked.
Nika rolled until she was facing the opposite direction. “I’m not wearing panties so they aren’t twisted. Not that you give a shit.”
“Hey now.” He sounded confused. “I just came to tell you that we’re breaking out of this joint.”
“What?” Oh great. It was like her sister really was trying to ruin everything. “Where are we going?”
“The beach house.”
Damn. Now Nika had to pretend to still be pissed because it was the principal of the thing that mattered, but really she was kind of excited to be headed to a luxurious house only a hundred yards from the water.
“When?” Nika did her best to maintain the bitchy demeanor. Sometimes keeping up the appearance of a bad attitude was damned exhausting.
He raised a brow. “I have to go meet with some people. When I get back you need to be ready to head out.”
“So, I just sit here like a dog and wait for you to come back? That is so rude.” Nika stood up and reached for her clothes. “Don’t worry. It’s not like I have much to pack anyway.”
“Whatever.” He started to walk away, but paused at the last second. Glancing over his shoulder, Maksim gave her a meaningful stare. “Sometimes it’s okay to be nice, Nika. It doesn’t make you weak. But this bullshit attitude problem you have going on is going to come back and bite you in the ass. I guarantee it.”
“Oh you think so?” She was fumbling, searching for a retort, but he had already left. The saddest part was that she had a feeling Maksim was right. Nika just didn’t know how to retract her claws and relax.
***
Maksim stared at Mikhail, wondering if his men could see how annoyed he was. “You’re telling me that after more than a week, the police have just stopped bothering Denis Sokolov and you guys don’t find this at all unusual?”
Mikhail shrugged and scratched the back of his neck. “We figure the police know they won’t get any information from Denis. Why bother him anymore?”
There was a smattering of Russian around the assembled group. Maksim lounged back in his chair and tried not to be pissed off. They were using the back office at Yuri’s gym as a place to gather. Maksim hadn’t wanted to leave Nika alone any longer than necessary so he had requested Ivan order the men to meet there.
As Maksim had promised Yuri, a man had come out to fix the fryer. Even now Maksim and his men could smell the snacks cooking, and already several teenagers were loi
tering at the tables while they watched the practice matches going on in the ring. Yuri seemed overjoyed by the developments, and Maksim felt like he was finally starting to make a positive change in the way the Petrovs did business.
“Okay, enough of that.” Maksim waved his hand. “Give me reports from the districts.”
“Main Street was up six percent,” Dolohov reported. “They haven’t seen much police activity, but there has been an increase in Tretiak presence in the area.”
Maksim was beginning to think that was pretty much the way things were across the board at the moment. The Tretiak family was everywhere.
Mikhail cleared his throat. “The Outskirts was up four and a half percent.”
“Okay.” It was less than Main Street, but not unexpected. Maksim gave Mikhail a curt nod.
Kirill and Josef glanced at each other before Josef began to speak. “Both the Waterfront and Charlie Street are holding steady. There’s been a one percent increase this quarter in Charlie Street, but our take on the waterfront is barely staying the same.”
“So this is where the Tretiaks are hitting us?” Maksim wanted to know. “Is that what you’re suggesting?”
“We have three shops there.” Kirill reminded him. “There has been a higher number of thefts in the last few weeks, and they’ve had a decrease in customers. At least one of the owners believes Tretiak men are chasing away his clientele.”
“I want the four of you to go down there and check it out,” Maksim ordered. “Tonight.”
“And you?” Mikhail wanted to know. “Are you coming with us?”
“No.”
They all looked surprised. He couldn’t blame them. Maksim could count on one hand the number of times he had sat at home and twiddled his thumbs during a mission like this. He generally wanted to be in the thick of things. It might even be argued that he was a bit of a control freak when it came to operations like this. At the moment he had other things on his mind. Like Nika Sokolov.