Getting to my feet, I fist his hair and drag him to his. Drawing his fat bottom lip into my mouth, I bite down until it pops, and he grips my forearms in warning. Releasing his lip, I push him toward the dining room and shove between his shoulder blades until he’s bent over the wooden surface of the table, his ass prone.
“This is going to hurt.” I spit into my hand and rub up my cock before spreading his ass cheeks and ramming into him, right up to the hilt. He tenses, cussing under his breath, and I power into him, unrelenting, animalistic, skin slapping skin. The table creaks and groans beneath us and shifts with each thrust until it’s jammed against the counter. I force all my anger, regret, sorrow, guilt and love into him, and he takes every drop until we’re both so wrung dry and there’s nothing left.
Laying over his body panting hard I murmur, “I fucking love you too.”
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Rodion
Ifind Alyona sleeping next to Roza’s crib when Z and I finally make it upstairs, her hand stretching through the bars to clutch Roza’s fingers. Gently shaking her awake, I scoop her up into my arms, saying, “Come on, love.” Her arms wrap around my neck, her head finding a comfy spot on my chest.
“Where are you taking me?” she asks, yawning, and I chuckle as I carry her down the hall.
“To bathe with me and Z.” I kick open the bathroom door with my toe. The light makes Alyona’s eyes squint, and then she gasps, looking over my face and touching her fingertips to my cut lip. “It’s fine. I’ve had worse.You’vehad worse.”
“I don’t like it when you fight like that,” she murmurs. “What comes after, I like.” She adds the last bit to lighten the mood, and I kiss her fingertips as I place her on her feet.
“It’s ready.” Z comes over to help me remove her clothing, and she sighs contentedly. “I’m sorry about losing my temperlike that in front of you,” he tells her, lifting her shirt and discarding it.
“It’s okay, Z,” she assures him, stroking her fingers down his face and frowning at the discoloration blossoming around his eye.
I unclasp her bra and add it to the pile, soaking in the sight of her bare tits. I love the curve of her tits, the weight of them and how rosy her nipples are, the way they pebble and tighten when the cool air brushes over them. A higher power really took their time creating her.
Exquisite.
“I love when you guys tag team me.” She exhales, smiling.
Z’s brow rises, and I bite my tongue to keep from barking out a laugh.
“I just realized how that sounds, but I stand by it.” She smirks, bumping me with her hip.
Unbuttoning her jeans and sliding them down her legs, Z freezes, bent at the knee. “Alyona.”
I look over her body where he is focused. Blue, purple bruises mar the expanse of her flesh. She’s covered in them, and there’s a bandage wrapped up haphazardly around her thigh with blood splatter discoloring the once-cream fabric.
“What happened?” I breathe, tilting her chin up to my eyes.
“Yuri.” She shrugs like it’s obvious. “He may have been old, but the man could pack a punch.”
Cupping her neck, I lower my head to hers. “Why didn’t you allow us in on this plan of yours?”
She grips my wrists and leans back into Z’s chest when he rises, sighing from the contact. “I know it sounds crazy, but I needed to do this, and the less people involved, the better it was going to work. On my own I could slip in and out unnoticed.”
“What if things went wrong.”
“It didn’t. Let’s not do the ‘what if’ game,” she pleads.
“But…”
“Shhhh.” She captures my lips, silencing me. The sloshing of water when Z gets into the tub draws her away from my lips, and she winces when she sees that my cut has reopened. “Shit, I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be. It was worth it.”
“We should see to these wounds.” Lines crease her brow, and I stroke my thumb over them, smoothing away the worries etched on her face. She’s so damn beautiful, soft around our jagged edges, gentle where we are tough, perfect in all our imperfections.
“I love you,” I tell her and she beams at me, like I’m something precious, like my love is worthy of her. Fuck, how did I get so lucky?
“And I love you both. Now get in this tub so I can wash your bodies, and then we can address the wounds,” Z orders, and I wink at her when she gets that giddy look in her eyes.
