Anatoly's Retribution: Book One (The Medlov Men 5)

by Latrivia Welch

  He cut her off. “It’s done. I want you to be happy. This will make you happy, da?”

  Leaning in, Renee kissed his mouth. Her hot breath mingled with his as his tongue speared past her lips and tasted the delicate velvet of her mouth. Grabbing her by her butt, he pulled her into his needed erection, pushing against the fabric of denim jeans. What had started out as pain was quickly morphing into white hot sexual tension.

  He panted, a cool gleam in his lusty eyes as he threw her on the bed. In one motion, he yanked off his shirt and threw it on the floor. His well-sculpted chest was tight with pent up frustration. Renee halted at his expression. She pushed up on her elbows and grabbed his belt buckle. The clasp sprung open. One hand gripped his jeans, the other unbuttoned his pants and pulled down his zipper. He was sans underwear. Good. Less to trifle with at the moment.

  Anatoly had to have her now. He reached for her shirt and tore it open, bottoms flew across the bed. Grabbing her by her waist, he pulled her to him forcefully. Domineering hunger began to flame over him. His nimble tongue trailed over the mounds of her breasts as her head flew back. So delicate. So tantalizing. He ran his hand from her neck down to the top of her white demi lace bra. Pulling it down, he suckled her exposed, pebbled nipples, tasting the perfume and feeling the silkiness of them. But that wasn’t enough. He needed more.

  “Fuck,” his raspy voice strained as he clawed at her underwear. He had to get her out of them. NOW!

  She found his mouth again. Kissing him deeply, she raised up so that he could pull her panties off. Her thighs were already slick with cream. Anatoly pushed her back in the bed and buried his face in between her legs. Lapping at her labia, he planted a full kiss on her sex and then sucked her in. The sound nearly unhinged her.

  “Ana!” Renee croaked, voice broken.

  His tongue speared inside of her right before he slipped in his middle finger. Knowing she would possibly burst, he flicked his tongue over her clitoris, slow at first and then faster and faster, while still moving his fingers inside her body, prepping her for his impending arrival. She tasted so damn good until he hummed. So slick. So sweet. He couldn’t get enough of her. He couldn’t quench his thirst. Sucking at her again, he rested his entire mouth over her mound and French kissed her vagina until she started to quiver.

  Renee pulled him away from her sex and kissed his wet mouth again. If he kept on, she wouldn’t last another minute. Her legs opened wider, begging for him to take her.

  “Now,” she begged. “I want you now.”

  He crawled up in the bed, fisted his shaft and guided his red throbbing head toward her opening.

  The feeling of his penis prodding at her only made her want him more. It slid in between her thighs, brushing over her overly excited clitoris and down to her butt before he finally slammed into her body.

  Renee’s eyes flashed open. Every time felt like the first time, especially when he didn’t inch inside. She was filled to the brim with every inch of his meaty, wide cock, unable to run or even move.

  It felt so good to be inside of her body. He could feel her wet warm body tighten around him, sucking him into her center. He planted his balled-up fists beside her on the mattress and thrusted again. The veins in his muscular arms protruded, his mouth parted. He was losing his mind. Her smell. Her feel. Her fucking body was going to send him over the edge.

  Curling his lips as he watched her submit in their ecstasy, he ground his hips in a circular motion, trying to feel every part of her. He wanted to go slow, but the need in him was driving him sane. She would have to forgive him. He was beyond the point of making love. All he could do was ravage her. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed around the room. Sweat ran down his tattooed pecs and dripped onto her stomach as he worked.

  Slap. Slap! SLAP!!!

  Gripping one of her knees, he raised her thick short leg higher, angling her just right, and then he pushed deeper. It was so torturous to watch himself move in and out of her body, still he couldn’t pull his gaze away. This is what it was about, right? Claiming what was his. Well, she was his. ALL HIS. He bucked against her. Renee’s toes curled in response. Moving fast, moaning aloud, he threw his head back and growled like an animal.

  “Give it to me!” he grunted through gritted teeth, his eyes wild and untamed. “All of it!” he demanded. “I fucking own you. You own me,” he proclaimed, dark eroticism in his eyes.

  “Baby, I’m…I’m…” the words would form for Renee. Her eyes rolled back and her back arched. Gripping the sheets, she absorbed the deafening body blows.

  Anatoly taunted her. “Come hard, baby. I want to feel you come for me, on me. I want you to feel me come inside of you.”

  Ah, shit. Renee could feel her climax approaching. Her breasts bobbed with every blow. His heavy sack slapped against the bottom of her buttocks and his veiny, thick member grew to steel inside of her, impaling her with passion as he slid in and out of her body, pushing against her clitoris and making it throb with ecstasy.

  He couldn’t breathe anymore. Couldn’t think anymore. He was on autopilot. Squeezing his fingers into her soft flesh, his face strained making the vein in his forehead protrude, his voice deepened and he released himself into her. His hot, white seed was so plentiful until it started to spill out in between her legs. Still, he bucked into her making them both sticky wet.

  “Renee!” he screamed loud enough to echo down the halls.

  She could feel him flowing like a river inside of her, causing her climax to come rushing violently forth. Her orgasm washed over her shaking her to her core. Her womb contracted as she died a thousand deaths under him. No man had ever…

  “Oh God!” she cried out. “YES!!!! YES!!! Oh, GOD, YES!” He left her weak as he pulled out. There was nothing left. No anger. No pain. No worries. She was simply there.

  Remembering she was carrying his child, instead of falling on top of her, Anatoly rolled over to her side. His blue eyes were heavy now and all he wanted to do was fall asleep, right here beside his wife. His blonde hair nested around him, mingled in her black silk mane. His face was covered in sweat, her sex and smeared in red lipstick. Panting, he grabbed her hand and kissed it.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Everything in Life Comes Full-Circle

  T his last week had been the absolute best of Anatoly’s life. After genuinely opening up to Renee for the first time, it seemed that all the weight of his transgressions had been lifted, and he was allowed to just be himself. Renee, in turn, had been in the best mood as well. They had talked until dawn nearly every night, telling each other nearly everything, joking and kidding, sharing and crying. The result had been the mystical ability to move forward as a family. Now, they both had hope and a better respect for each other.

  Anatoly had done as he had promised. A day after their mutual melt down, he had moved them to a rented property on the exclusive little enclave of Star Island that their lawyer and realtor was now haggling with the owners to purchase.

  “You look great,” Renee said as Anatoly emerged from their bathroom.

  She was sitting on the bed brushing through Alexandria’s hair and watching the news.

  She had been following the hurricane in fear that they might be hit, but thankfully it had changed course. Unfortunately for those in its path, it was currently tearing up the East Coast instead of Miami-Dade. She’d have to cut a check to donate to their recovery efforts.

  “Thank you.” Anatoly winked at her. She looked tempting in her little pink pajamas. After he got home tonight, he’d make sure to take them off and spend some more time in bed with her.

  “Are you sure that you don’t want to go with me?” he asked one last time.

  Renee shrugged. It was a nice gesture, but not very timely. “Clubs aren’t my thing. Plus, anything could happen in one of those places. I can’t risk it with the baby.”

  Alexandria grinned sheepishly. “Mommy is going to get huge,” she taunted. “And I’m going to be a big sister.”
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  “Yes, you are. That’s a big responsibility,” Anatoly said, proud that his daughter was so happy with their new addition. “Are you ready?”

  “I’m always ready,” Alexandria said as her mother moved her head to part her hair and make another ponytail.

  Tonight was the big party at The Tide, and he had good news to give to Anil. The DNA test came back verifying what they already knew. He was a Medlov. After this, Anatoly knew that things would change for his little brother. Life would be a series of good experiences instead of struggling to get by, and his mother had already been placed in one of the best care facilities in the city, so that would no longer be an issue.

  He walked up to the mirror in the corner and looked at himself. What could he say? There was never a reason to put on a suit. This was the best he could do. In dark denim jeans that covered black boots and a gray T-shirt, he was about as dressed up as he could manage.

  Instead of wearing his normal man-bun, he let his blonde hair down and trimmed up his burly beard.

  “Nervous?” Renee asked.

  “No.” Anatoly turned around. “Just anxious to get over with it.” Truthfully, he was a little nervous and excited to see his baby brother again. He liked Anil and his ability not to take himself too seriously.

  “You’ll do fine,” Renee assured.

  “Nothing for me to do, so I’m sure I will.” He kissed the top of both Renee and Alexandria’s head and headed downstairs were his men were ready to take him to The Tide.

  ***

  Anastaysia crawled out of the back of the black Hummer limousine that they were all packed inside like sardines and straightened her shimmery silver dress. They were supposed to be on their best behavior tonight, servicing clients and making Ryan Colt look good. She’d do her best. This was the first time since she had arrived in Miami that she’d been allowed out of the mansion. Smelling the fresh air and being around people felt good – even a bit normal.

  “Follow me, ladies,” Ryan ordered from the sidewalk. He was in one of his moods today. During the long lecture at the house, he had threatened their lives if they didn’t perform. “I want you smiling, pleasing and fucking tonight. Don’t make the clients unhappy. If you do, I’ll personally see to it that you don’t walk for a week, because I’ll impale you on this fucking broom.” He threw the broom in his hand down on the floor in front of them to make his point.

  No one was going to test him. They had overheard his discussion with the guards expressing how important this gig was for their business. To try to push him at this event could literally cost them their lives.

  The bouncer outside the club, guarding the red velvet rope of people lined up down the street, opened the door for Ryan and let him and his entourage inside.

  Inside the club, the lights were dim, making it hard to see the person in front of her, but Anastaysia followed carefully, trying to focus over the roar of the jam-packed crowd. The music blasted in her ears, people screamed and laughed wearing everything from designer dresses to showgirl costumes; the DJ played Skrillex, and strobe lights danced across the large dance floor. On one of the long, bare walls, a projector played music videos and the other flashed real-time pictures of the crowd.

  “Hey, baby, you want to dance?” a drunk man screamed, pulling at Anastaysia.

  She smiled congenially, but pulled away, making sure not to get separated from the group.

  They were led to a dressing room in the back where the guard, Clover, locked the door behind them and stood in front of it.

  Ryan, in rather a good mood now that they had arrived, stood up on a chair and addressed his ladies like a coach before a football game. Pulling at his tailored black suit, he gave a toothy, arrogant smile.

  “I know what you’re thinking. Many of you have not seen the outside world in a long time. Some of you are just excited. Some of you are trying to figure out if this is your opportunity to simply disappear into the crowd and find your way back home.” He shook his head and put up his index finger in protest. “Don’t get any ideas. All of you are required to wear the bracelet that Clover is going to attach to your wrist. It monitors your heartbeat. If you remove it, once Clover put it on, it will alert me, and then I will find you. Once I find you, I will broom you.” He smiled devilishly. “Don’t disappoint me ladies. Pinch those nipples, put some condoms in your purse and follow our guards up to the VIP lounge to entertain our guests. If you do a good job, I’ll reward you with something special tomorrow.”

  He jumped down off the chair and straightened his suit again, while Clover attached the bracelets to each woman.

  When they were all wired for sound and ready to head out, the door opened and they headed upstairs to the exclusive VIP section. There was a giant of a bouncer waiting for them. He removed the red velvet rope and allowed them to pass through to the hungry rich men waiting.

  Anastaysia was one of the last to go through the guarded entry. She locked eyes with the giant bouncer and noticed his warm smile as she approached. He seemed very kind, despite all of the vultures circling tonight.

  “Welcome to The Tide,” Anil said to her as he snapped the latch closed.

  To Anil, the long-legged blonde looked out of place. Her body looked amazing in that dress, but her eyes said this wasn’t her speed.

  “Spasiba,” Anastaysia answered with a grin. She stepped away from him, but not quick enough.

  Ryan whirled her around like he was about to dance with her and then yanked him into her. His voice hissed in her ear above the music. “Hey, you’re not here for him,” Ryan said, turning her head toward the men who waited anxiously. “You’re here for them.”

  She looked around the upstairs space, several black sectional sofas, pub tables and chairs, a large television, and filled with men and women who appeared a lot happier than she was.

  “Go fuck someone who matters,” he bit out, pinching her nipple between his thumb and finger.

  Wishing him death, she looked up into his eyes, hers beginning to water, and nodded with a weak smile. Her bottom lipped quivered at the pain he inflicted. Breathing through it, she answered him. “Okay. I’ll have fun,” she said, hoping she hadn’t pissed him off. He has stolen everything from her, but she refused to give him control over her emotions as well.

  Ryan let her go, afraid the erection she had just given him would show. “Little Sasha, you vex me.” He looked around to make sure no one had caught on to what he was doing. “Go have fun. Make daddy some fucking money,” he smiled, looking her up and down.

  Anastaysia was a prize. She brought in serious money from his fetish crowd and never complained – no matter how grotesque the request. However, it was her absolute disgust with her new profession that brought him so much carnal pleasure. Damn, he loved the unwilling.

  Ripping a woman’s innocence and dignity from her was like winning the lottery. There was such a rush when they cried. Such a cloud of pleasure when they were scared out of their minds. The more they fought, the better it was. He had witnessed her pain a hundred times, which only fueled his fire for her. Just last night, he had stormed into their sleeping quarters and made her go down on her bunk mate while he beat both of them with his belt - careful however, not to leave a mark on the places anyone could see. The other girl had cried so loudly, he was forced to choke her out. However, Anastaysia never cried out.

  Last week, he did something so unspeakable to her, even he didn’t utter it after. Her tears streamed down her face as he left her in a puddle of her own making, but still she never begged him to stop. Pain brought him the best kind of pleasure. Her pain brought him to climax like no one else but Eddy could.

  When whomever was done with her tonight, he’d fuck Anastaysia himself tomorrow and do it in the mirror, so she’d have to watch.

  Thinking about her now as he watched her meander over in her silver skin-tight dress and matching stiletto heels, to greet a man sitting on the sofa drinking a cocktail, he almost rubbed himself in public. Like a good little
worker, Anastaysia leaned in as the older man whispered something in her ear and pointed toward one of the private lounges attached to the upstairs space. She nodded back in agreement and held his drink as he pushed himself up and led her away.

  ***

  Anatoly hated dance clubs. He owned a few. One in Amsterdam. One in Prague. They were profitable investments. But he never found a reason to just go to one other than for a meeting or to collect money. He could drink at home, where the room was quiet and the people were few. He could listen to music on his iPhone, and there was never a reason to hook up with some random girl. So, going to a loud, noisy box of place to get hammered and meet some see-through bimbo was not very appealing. Maybe he was getting old, but he didn’t really want to be here tonight.

  His Range Rover pulled up to the front doors of the club. The one in front of him and behind him also stopped. They all stepped out, eyes glued to them as they secured the sidewalk for their boss, and escorted Anatoly to the front door.

  The bouncer already had the door opened. Stepping to the side, he watched on as the men moved past him, setting off the metal detector with entry.

  As soon as Anatoly walked inside of the night club, he wanted to turn around and walk out. This fucking place was a joke. Half-naked women bounced around trying to get as much attention as possible, while the guys made a complete fool of themselves on the dance floor, but the drug dealers were making a killing. He spotted at least five hands-exchanges, just trying to get through the front of the crowd to back where his brother was waiting.

  “You want a drink, Boss?” one of the guards asked as he leaned over to Anatoly’s hear.

  Anatoly waved him off. “Just get me to the VIP area,” he said, rolling his eyes at a group of girls who pulled their shirts up to expose their breasts at him. He was glad in that moment that Renee wasn’t here. She would have lost her shit.

  When they got to the top of the stairs of the VIP section, Anil was waiting. As soon as he saw his brother, he lit up with excitement. He quickly unlocked the velvet rope and let Anatoly and his men in. “Hey, I didn’t think you were coming.”