“Yeah, that would do it,” she agrees. “And it doesn’t surprise me at all that she lied.”
She grabs a washcloth and starts to slowly wash the blood off me while I tell her what happened tonight. I may not keep my word to assholes who deserve to die, but I keep it with her. By the time I finish, we’re both clean and getting out of the tub. We don’t bother with pajamas. Sliding under the covers naked, I pull her against me, spooning her, and even though I’m exhausted physically and mentally, I’m not surprised to feel myself growing hard.
Without saying a word, she reaches an arm up and cups the back of my head, pulling me closer as she lifts her thigh. With a groan I grip my shaft, moving myself into position as she kisses me hard. She’s soaking wet, more than ready for me, and when I slide in, our groans join together, filling the room. Being inside her feels like coming home. Every time I fill her tight little pussy, it’s like a goddamn religious experience.
She gives my bottom lip a bite, urging me for more, and when I dig my fingers into her thigh and start to fuck her harder, she smiles against my lips and fists my hair. Cupping one of her bouncing tits in my hand, I pinch her nipple and slide my other hand up her thigh. My fingers drag along where we’re joined, running through the slick arousal that coats her. Spreading my fingers, I cup her in a possessive grip while I fuck her harder.
“Mine,” I growl against her lips. “Mine and no one else’s.”
“Yours,” she pants, rocking her hips to match my rhythm.
Bringing my fingers to her clit, I roll her swollen bundle of nerves between my fingers and pinch her nipple hard, forcing the orgasm onto her in a relentless rush that has her arching her back as she lets out a raspy scream that has me pounding into her even harder. Her pussy grips me so tightly that I’m helpless to resist. With a growl, I empty everything I have inside her, filling her until she’s fucking overflowing with my seed.
Her body shakes against mine, too exhausted to even open her eyes. I kiss a line along her jaw and whisper against her skin. “I’m sorry you had to see me kill him,kiska, but he was always going to die because I can’t stand the idea of another man walking around, knowing what it feels like to be inside you.”
I give her shoulder a bite that sends a shiver through her body. “I’m a jealous man when it comes to you, sweetheart.”
I don’t offer an apology because it would only be a lie. Derek’s days were numbered. His stupid stunt tonight just sped the date up. She grabs my hand and kisses it. Already half asleep, she mumbles, “I’m jealous too, but I don’t think I have the arm strength to kill all the women you’ve been with.”
Dragging my nose along her skin, I bury my face in her neck and breathe her in. “What women? I only remember you.”
She lets out a lazy laugh. “That’s a very good answer.”
“It’s the truth,kiska.” I wrap my arm tighter around her chest, keeping my softening cock buried inside her because I’m not ready to lose the feel of her.
She smiles and threads her fingers through mine, falling asleep in seconds. I bury my face in her hair, surrounding myself in her scent and join her.
Chapter 15
Maddie
When I wake, the bed is empty and it’s close to noon. I give a lazy stretch, smiling at the ache between my legs. My eyebrow throbs and so does the rest of my face, but not even that is enough to put a damper on my mood. I got lucky yesterday, damn lucky, and so did Valeri. Knowing it makes it impossible to feel anything other than grateful.
My fingers hit something and with an even bigger grin, I bring the piece of paper in front of me and read what it says.
Maddie,
I’m writing this while I watch you sleep. You look so damn beautiful, baby, and I don’t have the heart to wake you. I need to take care of a few things, but I’ll be back as soon as I can. I sent some of my men with a moving truck to load up everything for your mom. We need to come up with a story to explain the bruises and stitches on your face. An accident while fixing up the cabin? I was trying to teach you how to ride the four-wheeler and you went wild and got into a wreck? The most likely story is I chased your sweet ass through the woods and you fell in your excitement, but that’s just for us to know, isn’t it, kiska? No one gets to know what a wild thing you are except me.
Vasily texted this morning and said Valeri is still doing well and that we can visit him this afternoon.
I didn’t want to leave you without a note again. I told you I’d learn. ;)
Is your pussy sore? I hope it is. I hope every step you take today reminds you of us.
I love you.
Volodya
I’m smiling like an idiot by the time I get to the end. I read through it several more times before forcing myself out of bed. I send him a quick text to let him know I’m up and to thank him for my sweet note. He tells me he’s on his way back, so I hurry and get cleaned up before going downstairs for breakfast.
I’ve just poured myself some cereal when he walks in wearing a dark suit that fits him like a glove. Volodya looks gorgeous no matter what he’s wearing, or not wearing for that matter, but seeing him in an expensive suit with tattoos poking out from the collar and cuffs is enough to make any woman come to a standstill.
He gives me one of his rare, full smiles, coming to a stop right in front of me. Cupping my face, he leans down and gives me a long, slow kiss that leaves my skin buzzing and my panties wet.
“You’re so fucking intimidating,” I whisper.
He lifts a brow at me. “Intimidating? To you?”
