Vik (Shot Callers Book 2)

by Belle Aurora

  When he regained focus, he pulled out slowly until only the tip of him remained inside me and looked me dead in the eye as he pressed forward once again.

  And it was a small death I would suffer over and over again, willingly. “Yes.”

  I knew it would be good, but between his intense stare and the way he stretched me so nicely, it was ecstasy.

  His brow creased, and he sounded almost surprised when he muttered, “Fuck. You’re so wet.”

  I was. Sopping. I wasn’t even ashamed. This was the effect he had on me.

  Like he had a score to settle, he began to thrust into me as he growled, “How does it feel? Tell me how I make you feel, Ani.”

  He drove me crazy. My body was aflame. “You make me feel hot and needy and so full I can barely stand it.” I didn’t plan on saying what I said, but screw it. It was out there. My soft gaze met his unforgiving one, and my throat tightened as I let out a whisper-soft, “You make me feel beautiful.”

  The moment I said it, he paused in his thrusts. His face changed, turned lax, but before he allowed the warm emotion he felt to take over, his lip curled as he plunged back into my wet pussy. With passion unrivaled, he fucked me hard and fast, and the sounds that echoed around us should have embarrassed me, but the slapping of skin along with the soft squelching had me hotter than I cared to admit.

  He fucked me viciously, driving into me deeply, and I felt him swell inside me, his thrusts turning choppy. We peered into each other’s eyes, and when he bit his bottom lip hard, my core clenched around him.

  “Touch yourself,” he demanded. When I hesitated, he snarled, “Do it.”

  And I did, reaching down to rub the flats of my fingertips against the bundle of nerves that required immediate attention. Within a minute, I was panting harshly, my eyes wide with what I knew was coming.

  My mouth rounded, and his chest heaved as his thrusts slowed, became more precise. “You’re gripping my cock so sweetly. I like that.”

  The thought of pleasing him was all I needed to push me closer to the edge.

  My core clenched, constricting almost painfully as my fingers worked my clit faster and faster.

  “Fuck,” Sasha groaned. “Tighter than a vice.”

  My skin felt like it was on fire. Every nerve ending exposed. And with every thrust, he drove me higher and higher to the point of release.

  “So close,” I panted out.

  He fucked me harder, faster, and my breathing turned heavy. It felt as though ants were crawling up my spine. Warmth pulsed from the center of me outward, and when my vision blurred, I lifted my head and whined quietly.

  The sounds, the sensations, the scent of his cologne, it drove me to a high never before reached.

  My release came hard and fast. I cried out as it hit me. My knees turned weak. Pulsing uncontrollably around his heavy cock, I gripped the front of shirt to stop myself from falling and moaned through the mixture of pleasure and pain.

  Sasha shot out a victorious laugh, but it didn’t make me feel good. In fact, it sounded mocking. “Good girl. That’s it,” he ground out as he plunged in and out of my dripping pussy. “Milk my cock. Take me there.”

  My emotions ran wild, but I refused to show him just how badly I was affected.

  His face screwed up as I continuously throbbed around him, and when his hips lurched fitfully, I knew he was close. Suddenly, he gritted his teeth, pressed the tip of his nose to mine, and demanded, “Tell me who’s fucking you, Ani.”

  “You are,” I replied breathily.

  But that wasn’t the response he wanted.

  “Who?” He spoke slowly, enunciating each word with a harsh thrust as he grated, “Who is fucking you, Anika?” With eyes that shot raw fury, his voice rose a notch. “Say my name.”

  My heart raced, but I gave him what he wanted.

  Voice soft, I took what might be my only chance to kiss him, leaning in and breathing his name against his lips. “Sasha.”

  His lips curled against my soft, inviting mouth, and his eyes narrowed a moment before that angry mouth slammed against mine as violently as he fucked. I gasped, and he took my momentary pause to slide his tongue against my own, sucking it desperately, and he drove into me like a madman.

  Lost in the feel of his lips, I had no time to prepare. He stilled a moment before he growled into my mouth. My eyes snapped open at the shock of him pushing hard, pressing himself deeper inside me than I’d ever felt, and when his harsh stare locked on me, it held me captive as I felt his cock jerk erratically.

  I felt the connection. Saw the second he softened. But he refused to let me have that moment.

  Sasha turned his head to the side, hiding his face, hiding what I knew I witnessed. He pulled out of my body, releasing my leg, letting it fall unceremoniously, my heeled foot landing on the floor with a dull clunk. And as the wall held me up, I frowned at his retreating back. Wetness seeped out of me, running down the inside of my thighs while Sasha took some tissue out of the box on his desk, cleaning himself away from my inquisitive eyes.

  It only took a moment. He looked down at the tissue and stilled a second before throwing it in the trashcan and tucking himself back into his pants.

  Damn. All of that and I hadn’t even seen his cock. How disappointing.

  He took more tissue from the box, turned, and held it out to me, his expression unreadable. I took it gently but turned rigid when I heard him say, “You’re bleeding.”

  My entire body stilled.

  What?

  He watched me closely as I tried to clean myself as gracefully as possible. I pulled the tissue away, and…

  Oh.

  Yes. I saw them too.

  Streaks of red.

  Would you look at that? I hadn’t even felt it.

  When I was done wiping away our combined releases, Sasha held out the trashcan, and I threw the tissue away. He placed it down and stood there a moment, looking as though he wished to say something.

  I waited in a state of nerves.

  Say something.

  Anything.

  But ultimately, whatever he wanted to say was cast away. His posture loosened, he inhaled deeply, and he uttered a cool, “Grab your purse. I’ll take you home.”

  He escorted me out the back door and into his car.

  It was a silent ride home.

  Until, stopping at a red light, he didn’t bother to look at me as he asked, “Are you on birth control?”

  Now wasn’t the time to discuss why I didn’t need it. I shook my head and murmured, “No.”

  He seemed to hesitate, keeping his eyes on the road when he offered an aloof, “Maybe you should start.”

  I blinked at him from across the car.

  Wait.

  Did that mean what I thought it meant?

  I hoped so.

  God. I hoped so.

  My stomach flip-flopped, and I turned to look out the window so he wouldn’t see the pathetic smile that graced my lips.

  38

  Nastasia

  The last couple of weeks had been blissfully drama-free, and although Vik and I continued to squabble like cats and dogs—over what to eat for dinner, over what to watch on TV, over the fact that he’d beg me to put a movie on, then fall asleep ten minutes in, that he didn’t rinse his dishes when he put them in the washer—we always ended our disagreements with a roll of the eyes and a gentle kiss to the lips, feeling like we had both won.

  And the sex…

  Sheesh.

  The sex was good.

  We were back at it like a couple of horny teenagers. No one mentions how amorous pregnant women get. It was like sex on speed. One minute, we were making out, and the next, I was on fire, panting, “Pants off, or so help me God.”

  When he took too long and I slapped his hands away from his belt, I cried out in delight when I finally freed his long, thick erection, then wasted no time in lowering myself onto him with a long, drawn-out moan. Vik looked an equal mixture of concerned and delighted, b
ut the frantic, clothes-pulling, desperate brand of sex wasn’t something he was about to complain about.

  There are other things they don’t tell you about pregnancy. Being overwhelmed, for one thing. The hormones coursing through my body had me crying at the most inconvenient times, at the most ridiculous things.

  For example, when Anika brought over a blueberry muffin because she remembered I liked them. Then there was the time I couldn’t stop hiccupping, and Vik laughed at me. And when Lev placed his hand on my stomach and told me he prayed my child was exactly like me because no one protected him like I had. Or when Alessio asked me what type of flowers Cora liked, because it was so sweet.

  Through my sniffles, I told him Cora didn’t like flowers.

  She liked dick.

  Now, as my belly grew a little more pronounced and the contentment of my relationship washed over me, it was predictable, but doubt set in. Luckily, Vik and I were learning from our past mistakes, and when I brought it up to him later that night, we talked it over.

  “What if I’m not a good mother?” I sat up with my legs crossed, hugging myself. “What if I’m just like her?”

  Vik, dressed only in his pajama pants, frowned at me, clearly not understanding where this was coming from. “You are nothing like her. You’re going to be a great mom.”

  “How do you know?” I asked anxiously. “I couldn’t even babysit a five-year-old without him going missing. How am I going to do this, Vik?”

  “Easy,” he uttered sincerely. “Just like everyone else, you’ll learn as you go. When Lev first held Lidi, do you remember how anxious we all were when she started to cry?” I do. Lev was very sensitive to sound. “But he knew what he had to do, no matter how much it cost him his comfort.”

  Damn it. Of course he was right.

  “Oh my God.” My breathing grew heavy as my eyes widened when the thought dawned on me. “I need to push this bean out of my body.”

  But Vik remained cool, lying on his side with his head resting on his upturned hand. “Not necessarily. You could get an elective caesarean if you wanted to.”

  Sure, I could. We had the money. But I didn’t want that, not unless it was absolutely necessary.

  “Shit.” My hands came up to cover my warm cheeks. “We only have five months to organize the nursery.”

  Vik laid a comforting hand on my knee. “Tomorrow, we’ll put pen to paper. Get it started.”

  He seemed to have an answer for everything.

  Why did that piss me off?

  “You don’t understand,” I told him, shaking my head lightly.

  “I do,” he uttered, his eyes roaming my apprehensive face.

  “You don’t,” I said a little too harshly.

  But this man, with his sky-blue eyes and easy demeanor, just smiled at me.

  “I do,” he vowed with a squeeze to my knee. “You’re freaking out. You don’t like how you’re feeling, and you want to lash out at someone, namely me. But I’m not biting back, and it’s pissing you off.”

  Hmmm.

  Okay. Maybe he did know how I felt.

  “Well, I put in all this effort.” I pouted. “You could at least pretend to argue with me.”

  Vik stared at me as if I was a lunatic before he choked on a laugh. “You know what? You’re right.” He sat up and shuffled closer to me, sitting with his strong thighs on either side of me, pulling me into the vee of his spread legs and clapping his hands. “Let’s do it.”

  My heart turned gooey.

  I rolled my eyes but made no attempt to hide my smile. “It’s not the same.”

  “No,” he spoke sincerely, “I’m serious.” When I glared at him, he mock-glared right back. “You want to argue? Let’s argue, baby.”

  I don’t know what he was playing at, but when I tilted my chin up to look at him defiantly and saw him ready and willing to argue with me for the sake of sating my anxiety, I found I just didn’t want to. Not anymore. I didn’t need anything more than what I had right in front of me.

  As reluctant as we’d both been, growing up was easier than we thought.

  Turned out, it was all about growing up with the right person by your side.

  And as Vik took my hips in his large hands and squeezed, I reached out to cup his cheeks, and when he ran his stubble along my palms, my expression turned dreamy. I’d never been more sincere than when I asked, “What would I do without you?”

  He turned his face and pressed a long kiss to my palm before returning roughly, “Lucky for you, you’ll never have to find out.”

  My heart skipped a beat, and when he smiled, it called to my own. I dipped my chin to hide the smile that would not be caged. It hit me so suddenly that the emotions swirling through me reached heights I’d never climbed. And when I burst into tears, Vik frowned, looking mildly alarmed.

  I brushed my tears away, shrugged floppily, and whined out, “I’m just really happy.”

  Vik chuckled silently. “Okay then.” His hands slid around my back, and he pulled me into his body, first kissing my mouth, then my cheek, before trailing his lips down my throat. “Now, I hope you’re ready, because I am gonna fill you out like an application.”

  “Uh…”

  What did he just say?

  “Gonna do some—” He nipped my jaw. “—interior decorating.”

  Oh my God. “Please stop.”

  Vik kissed my lips slowly, speaking against them seductively, “Gonna slam the clam.”

  Jesus Christ.

  I could barely stop myself from laughing. “Ew. No.”

  But he wasn’t swayed.

  Another peck of a kiss. “Gonna dip the… crane… into the… old oil well.”

  The snort that left me had his lips twitching.

  “Gonna use my telescope—” Why did he have to pop the P the way he did? “—to explore your black hole.”

  I put my hands flat on his chest and pushed, hollering as my lips twitched, “Vik, stop.”

  But he tightened his hold on me, putting his lips to the shell of my ear and rumbling, “You get what I’m saying, baby?”

  The very moment I cracked and laughed out, “We’re gonna have s—” he was already talking again.

  “We’re gonna have sex,” he drew the last word out, and when I put my head to his shoulder, laughing out loud, I felt his own body shake with mirth. “What? Admit it. It was working for ya.”

  I shook my head, trying to catch my breath. I quietly hoped we were still goofing around and laughing like this in fifty years. And when he placed his fingers under my chin and brought my face up to his, his smiling mouth kissed my own.

  As per usual, it didn’t take him long to make me forget my doubts.

  In fact, when we were done and he held me against his chest, slowly caressing my bare spine, I found I had no reservations.

  None at all.

  We fell into a routine rather quickly. We spent most of our mornings lazily making love before I would get up to shower, giving Vik a few more minutes to snooze. At the tail end of my shower, Vik would slip inside and take over where I left off. I would change, then head downstairs and retrieve the newspaper from my front porch. By the time Vik came down all fresh and clean and smelling so damn edible while looking like a treat, we worked around each other in a flawless dance we had both learned by heart.

  He grabbed two mugs off the shelf. I waited for the toast to pop.

  He poured the coffee. I handed him the milk as I got the butter.

  He added two sugars and cream to my coffee while leaving his own black.

  I put a healthy smear of butter on my twice-baked bread while slathering his in jelly.

  We converged at the table without a word and exchanged our gatherings. It was only after we’d both eaten that conversation seemed to begin. It was almost too easy.

  After Sasha approved my change in position, Lev spent a good chunk of his time walking me through what I needed to do to see the books balanced. Lucky for him, I was a quick study. When Lev wa
s confident I had all the information I needed, he stopped observing me work and left me to it. Before long, I had that shit handled. I mean, sure, I still called him on the odd occasion with a quick question, but in the past week, I hadn’t needed to. So… winning.

  Sasha seemed happy with my work. I knew this, because he didn’t have much to say about it.

  Sasha was like that.

  No news was good news.

  And when Vik began his online classes, I couldn’t help but move my workspace close to his, quietly watching the lectures with great interest. Closer and closer I moved, until one morning, I didn’t even hesitate. I set my laptop right down next to his, and when the too-hot-to-handle man narrowed his eyes at me, I smiled cheerily, uttering, “Hello, fellow student. Are you here for the unspecific class with the token boring professor?” I nodded lightly, lips thin. “Me too.”

  His lip twitched, but his brow drew into a V. “What are you doing?”

  “Oh.” I feigned boredom. “Didn’t I tell you? I go here.”

  That frown deepened. “Go where?”

  I motioned to our laptops. “To school. And you—” I looked him over like a piece of meat, biting my lip suggestively. “—hot stuff, are my classroom chum.”

  “Baby.” Whatever he was going to say seemed to fade away as I pressed my arms together. He lost focus on my growing boobs but cleared his throat and reluctantly said, “I need to do this.” He squeezed my knee, letting me down gently. “We can play schoolyard sexy-time when I’m off the clock.”

  I made of show of sighing. “Okay. Sorry.” Then I moped, “Is it okay if I do my work here? I promise I won’t bother you.”

  Without looking at me, he logged on with one hand while blindly reaching out to me with the other. Once he found what he was after, he picked up my hand and brought it to his lips, kissing my knuckles. “Of course.”

  Vik was so invested in the lecture he was watching that he missed what I was doing. I logged in quickly enough, and when I started the next module, the very same lecture showed up on my laptop screen, with the very same professor. Vik slowly turned to focus on my screen, and when he did, those thick brows pulled down once more.