by Kenya Wright
“Yes.” She pressed her back into the hallway’s wall. “But you will listen to me too?”
“No, but I will take your suggestions.” I wrapped my arms around her and cupped that soft ass.
I heard her intake of breath, and there was a slight tremor to it. I leaned her way. “I never took care of you, after the plane.”
“When will you?”
“Tonight.”
“Now.”
I quirked my eyebrows. “Now?”
“Come.” She hurried away as if she’d planned the whole moment. Knowing her, she’d probably known I’d come out and check on her.
She knew I would chase after her, but fuck it. I like a smart woman who can take charge.
In a matter of time, we were in a private bathroom down from Misha’s balcony.
“I see you have a thing for bathrooms.” I grabbed her and lifted her up onto the sink. The gown and her legs dangled over. I moved the sparkling black material away to expose those beautiful legs. “When do I start work?”
“You’re working now.”
“Is that right?” I slipped my hands under her gown, grabbed her panties, and tore them away. As the sound of ripping fabric rose in the air, I kept my eyes locked on hers.
Lust blazed in her eyes. She scooted a little as I moved the torn panties away from her.
“Tell me, boss,” I whispered. “Should I lick your pussy first?”
I pushed one finger into that warm tunnel. Her pussy was so deliciously tight and hot. I loved the sight of my finger sinking in, deeper and deeper into her pussy. Her breathing shifted as she closed her eyes and I rubbed my thumb along her bare pussy, enjoying the silky feel of her.
“Or should I give you that dick the way you were begging for it a few nights ago?” I asked.
Her pussy was soft and warm, damn near melting within my hand.
“Princess?”
She opened her eyes and all I could think about was how beautiful she was. With a moan riding her words, she whispered, “I want your cock.”
The hungry length jerked.
I moved my hand further between her thigs, spreading those wet folds and rubbing her damp, throbbing clit.
She moaned. “Maxwell.”
I moved my hands from her and smelled her scent on my fingers as I licked her wetness off the tips. “You’re perfect, Valentina. I would’ve protected you, even if you weren’t going to give me this soft pussy.”
She smirked. “I know.”
“You don’t.”
“I do.”
“No.” I gripped her hips and wrenched her close to me. The tip of my dick brushed against her opening. She groaned.
“You really don’t, princess.” I entered her. Finally, after yearning for her for so long. After needing the release. After watching and pushing myself from her. Trying to be responsible. Trying to concentrate on the enemies around us.
She had no idea how much she’d caught my attention.
I’d spent most of my life following Em around. Upon meeting Valentina, she’d trapped and pulled me into her shit, and I’d found that I loved the smell of her. She aggravated the shit out of me, but I enjoyed making her pay for it.
She was probably too good for a Harlem rat like me, but here she was, pussy out and open, begging me to fuck.
And I couldn’t deny it.
Damn, I love Russia.
Twenty-Three
Emily
The next night, Kaz and I feasted.
Sitting in his dining room was like lounging in a museum after it closed. A high-end, well-renowned museum.
His dining room was the largest space on the ground floor. I’d been exploring his property the whole day with my own blueprints he’d given to me. He’d promised to have a tunnel built under it with three different exits. There would also be a small art studio on the southern side of the grounds, coincidently next to his main home security office. Next month, I would begin building shopping for my own gallery.
“We should get something big,” I said.
“Why? Do you have a lot of money to launder?”
“No. This gallery is yours. It won’t be about washing my money. It’s about you and exploring things outside of plotting and killing.”
“Something to keep me busy so I don’t go too crazy?”
“Yes.”
The day continued with more exploring of his house. At lunch, we picnicked at his pool. That afternoon, we fucked until I was sore.
Sighing, I drank in his space, inhaling the yummy aroma drifting from the kitchen.
This may be my favorite place, besides our bedroom.
Kaz had someone redesign the space, according to his concept. And my man had impeccable taste. The walls had a rhythmic pattern of white fluted pilasters on a pale pistachio green background. Even the molding displayed art—scrolls, classical vases, cupids, lions. On the ceiling, there was a large oval bay-leaf garland in the center. There were plate-glass French windows that opened to a granite spiraling stairway that led to a pond.
On the table, the dishes ran from porcelain to silver to even gold. Where there weren’t ornate vases stuffed with freshly cut roses, there were large silver candles twinkling with flames. Paintings that hung on the wall dripped with ancient Russian history. I bet many were priceless. Two large mirrors stood on both sides of the room. Our reflections sparkled in their shiny glass surfaces and shimmered in the candlelight. His table stretched across most of the room. Many cushy velvet-covered chairs surrounded it.
But Kaz and I sat at one corner of the table, so close, he slipped his fingertips across my arm the whole time we waited for the chef. The room was dimly lit as candles danced around us.
Kazimir raised his glass of champagne. “To dead brothers.”
I clinked my glass against his. “To dead brothers.”
His face went serious for a few seconds. “After the funeral tomorrow for Uncle Igor, we’ll go to the French Rivera.”
Nervous, I sat up. “What do you want me to do there?”
“What better place would there be to spread Xavier’s ashes?”
My eyes almost watered, but I ordered them to relax. “Th…thank you.”
“Is that okay? Or do you want to take him back to New York?”
“No way. He would…” A tear fell from my eye.
Kaz wiped it away.
Sighing, I whispered, “X would’ve loved that.”
“There’s nothing like the Mediterranean coastline of southern France. He’ll have a blast.”
“X will.” I finished my glass and returned to the comfort of Kaz.
“The chef will begin dinner soon.” He gestured to my empty plate. “I’m going to fuck you the rest of the night. Make sure you get enough energy.”
For once, I decided to be rational in the middle of my horniness. “We have to go back to using condoms.”
“Why?”
“Because we don’t want kids.”
“I do.”
I blinked. “Let’s take one step at a time. We haven’t even…”
“What?”
“I’m not even thinking about having kids this year.”
“Okay.” He took another sip. “But tell me why?”
“I would be a shitty mom.”
“You won’t.”
It was nice of Kaz to think that, but the idea of raising a child terrified me. Most kids survived due to ignorance of alternatives. We never knew it was wrong until years later. I didn’t want to do that to another human, make so many mistakes that they became fucked up in the head and killed people. Bad kids came from bad homes where parents didn’t make the sacrifices that good parents did. Of course, I would make the sacrifices, but would that be enough?
My face must’ve showed the hysteria thundering inside of me.
“We’ll talk about this in the future.” Kaz kissed my cheek. “I will always accept the decision you want in this matter.”
“Okay, then we can talk about this in the far
future?”
“Yes.”
I sighed. “Thank you.”
“But you move in with me.”
“I assumed that.”
“Good.”
Shaking my head, I wondered if I could change my mind in the future about kids and anything else.
Maybe.
I saw that with Kaz. Before I hadn’t chose to love. Now, I couldn’t think of any other way to feel around him.
But, kids?! That’s insane.
I’d chosen not to have kids because I knew I carried demons with me from childhood. Monsters. Dark soulless creatures that remembered the pain of being a kid and having a grown man fingering her. And no one believing me.
Could I have the responsibility of a kid?
I stared into Kaz’s eyes and lost any doubt I had.
Fuck it. With him, I could do anything.
“You make me happy,” he whispered.
I set my glass down. “I’m awesome.”
He held an amused expression. “You are.”
“And you make me insanely happy,” I whispered.
The chef brought the food out and placed it on the table. More servants followed, continuing to crowd the lovely surface with the most delicious meals.
“I wanted you to eat some of the classics.” He placed his cloth napkin on his lap. “Are you hungry?”
I studied him, thinking more of how I had changed because of him. I’d gone from Harlem to Moscow. Rags to Russian riches. Starving for food on the street as a runaway-foster kid to feeling like a queen in an immaculately decorated mansion.
“I’m horny now.”
He held a smug smile. “What would make you so horny, mysh?”
“What you’ve done for me.”
“No, you mean what you’ve done for yourself.”
I rubbed my thighs together. “When you talk like that, it makes me wet.”
“Hmmm.” He traced his finger along the top of his champagne glass.
And then, he got up and pulled my chair away from the table.
More servers walked out, carrying dishes.
Kaz watched me with a searing intensity as he spoke to them. “Spasibo, no my budem yest' pozzhe.”
They left. One smiled. The other shushed her back into the kitchen.
I looked at him. “What did you tell them?”
In a flash, he rose, grabbed my chair, kneeled in front, and lifted my leg. “I told them that I wanted to taste you first.”
“You did not.”
“I did not.” He slid a finger slowly up my calf to the sensitive skin behind my knee.
“Kaz,” I gasped softly.
“I told them thank you, but we will eat later.” He pushed away the bottom of my skirt and landed kisses on my knee. His breath warmed my skin. He inhaled and groaned, “Stand up, mysh.”
I rose as he backed away and stood.
“Turn to the mirror.”
I blinked and did as he was told, placing my back to him and staring at the surface.
“Hmmm.” He lingered behind me.
I watched him in the reflection. He stood behind me, caressing my hips with his fingertips. The whole time, his gaze never left mine.
“With me…you never fear the future.” He kissed the curve of my neck.
I shuddered under his touch.
“No matter what, we will win. Do you believe me?”
My voice was a low whisper. “Yes.”
“Look at how gorgeous you are.”
For the first time since standing in the mirror, I studied myself. My gaze blazed with lusty heat. I felt his hand go to my zipper and my dress loosened.
Shocked, I whispered, “What about the…servers?”
“They’ll hide.”
My dress fell to the floor, exposing a red lace bra and matching panties complete with lovely garters on both thighs.
A hiss came from him as he flicked one of the garters. “If I knew you had this on, you would’ve never made it to the table.”
Hunger throbbed through me.
He undid my ponytail.
I grinned. “I don’t know why I put up my hair, when you’re just going to take it down.”
“That’s what I was thinking.” He swept my hair across one shoulder and kissed the bare one, decorating my skin with soft, silky caresses from his lips.
“Are you wet, mysh?”
“Yes,” I whimpered.
He slipped his hands up the sides of my body, so soft and slow. I moaned as he moved his hands to the front of my body and brushed his fingertips over my panties. Heat radiated from him. I needed him out of his clothes and inside me. Already, I could feel the thickness of his hard cock pressing against my ass. My blood raced through my veins in anticipation.
I couldn’t take it anymore as I stared at him in the mirror’s reflection. “Take off those clothes. Now.”
He licked his lips and undressed. Muscles and tanned skin. His body was a magnificent sight to behold and I intended on licking every inch of it this evening. I watched him the entire time through the mirror. When he finished, his cock shot in front of him, hard and as long as a thick sword. That vein pulsed along those long inches.
Without him asking me, I took off my panties. I still hadn’t turned around or taken off my bra.
He prowled over to me with that erect cock, ready to own me, ready to break and shatter me into orgasms. “Bend over a little, but not too much. I want to see your eyes in the mirror.”
“No,” I whispered.
He smacked my ass.
I groaned.
“You like when I punish you?”
“Yes.” I placed my hands on each side of the mirror, bent over a little, and rubbed my ass against his cock.
“Mysh.”
I watched him through the reflection. “Fuck me.”
Candlelight flickered around us.
Grunting, he pressed his cock to my wet, aching folds. “Oh, mysh.”
My eyes drooped a little as I gazed at him in the mirror. “Oh, lev.”
“Damn you.” He thrust into me, groaning and pumping seconds later. My body trembled under the delicious strokes. With his free hand, he gripped one of my breasts and gently pulled them out the bra’s cup, toying with my nipples the whole time. I slammed my ass back into him, loving the feel of his body behind me—the curve of his abdominals, the tap of his balls, the grip of his hands on my hips.
My body shivered pleasure. An orgasm sparked in my core and promised to come soon, if Kaz continued with that sexy rhythm. Done with playing with my nipples, he slipped his fingers to my clit, and the whole time, he pumped and dominated me.
“Oh, lev.”
When he touched my clit, my body exploded. I leaned on my hands but was unable to keep my weight up. My legs trembled. I was at the mercy of him. I clenched my pussy around his cock, needing to feel him even more.
Kaz grunted, “Damn it, mysh.”
His smooth pumping shifted to pounding, and I could no longer control the moans rising out of my mouth. The mirror shook.
Gasping, I matched his rhythm.
And then, we both lost control. He bucked as I rocked. An orgasm ripped through me, right as he climaxed, his cock jerking cum into me and tapping my G-spot at the same time.
He groaned loud as he pumped some more, and I watched him as I rose my own explosion of pleasure. The whole time, his semen dripped down my leg.
Barely catching my breath, I panted against the mirror and let him wrap his arms around me. It must’ve taken several minutes before we both could regain our composure.
While I thought we would sit down for a minute, he lifted and carried me away. “If you’re still hungry, they can bring it upstairs.”
My chest still rose and fell.
“We’ve probably earned a good meal.”
“You definitely did.” I let out a long breath. “I was just the recipient of an awesome gift.”
My thighs were sticky wet. I leaned my head against his chest
and closed my eyes.
“You know what, Kaz?”
“Back to Kaz? I thought I was lev.”
“Only, when you’re inside me.”
“Good because I think I would come every time you said it.”
“I’ve just made a mental note of that fact.”
He chuckled to himself. “What did you want to say?”
I yawned and snuggled in his chest. “I’m probably already pregnant by now. We should have a deeper discussion about this tomorrow.”
“Hmmm.”
I opened my eyes and gazed at him.
Satisfaction covered his face. “Oh, mysh. There will definitely be a discussion.”
Twenty-Four
Kazimir
In my dream, rotting human flesh shimmered in the moonlight. There were so many bodies, floating on top of a sea made from blood. Birds landed and nipped at the flesh.
And I stood on an island with grass and horrific things. Sunken eyeballs turned to jelly. Mist rising from the murky sea. Decapitated heads that were discolored and bruised by death.
I searched the whole place confused, trying to figure out how I’d gotten there. The first thought that came to mind was that I sat in hell.
I died. I’m in hell.
I stared at the closest rotting body floating in the water near the island. The brown skin had grayed. A wave pushed by and rolled the body over.
Emily’s face appeared.
“No.” I stepped forward. “She’s not dead.”
Her skin liquefied.
“No.” I stared up at the sky as if I could yell to God. “No! You wouldn’t do that! You know I would come for you!”
And then, I woke up. It was as if I scared whatever had tried to give me a message. Let it be God or my subconscious or the universe. Whatever it was that had come to me while I slept, I shut them the fuck up.
Of course, it was a dream, but not even in a dream will I accept Emily being in danger.
I rolled over and checked on my little mouse.
Or is she a lioness? It doesn’t matter. Nothing will keep me from her. Not God. Not even my dreams.
She lay cuddled up in a ball right next to me.
Sighing, I pulled her to me, burying my face in her hair, something I found myself always doing with her now. Just the smell of her calmed me. I breathed her in, telling myself she was okay.