He keeps me facing towards the wall until I hear what has to be the sound of Steve’s body been dragged further down the alley. Gently turning me around, he keeps his arm wrapped around me and my body pressed tightly against his with his hand cupping the back of my head. While he talks to his brothers, he runs his fingers through my hair, and it’s so damn soothing that I soon forget we’re still standing in a grimy alley while his friends dispose of the man he just killed. I surround myself in the familiar scent of his cologne and the feel of him—his fingers in my hair, his hard chest pressed up against me, the comforting sound of his heart beating a steady rhythm into my ear.
When I wrap my arms tighter around him, he kisses my head and whispers, “You’re doing so good, baby. I’m so damn proud of you.”
I’m about to ask what the hell he could possibly be proud of when all I did was close my eyes and manage to not piss my pants, but then he’s turning us and saying something in Russian. I look over and see Steve’s motorcycle. Valeri’s pointing to the topless mermaid with the blue tail that’s painted on the gas can and telling his brothers something.
“It’s the same picture Lyle has on his,” I say, and even though my voice is barely more than a whisper, Valeri hears it and looks down at me.
“What, baby?”
“The mermaid, it’s the same one that Lyle has painted on his gas can. He once came by the house with a few other bikers, and they all had the same mermaid.”
He looks over my head at his brothers and says something else in Russian before looking back down at me. “Do you know where they hang out?”
“Yeah, it’s the same bar my dad goes to drink at. It’s called the Blue Lagoon. It’s not too far from my dad’s house.”
Valeri smiles and kisses my forehead. “Thanks, baby.”
He seems excited, but I can’t for the life of me figure out why. Laughing, he speaks Russian to his brothers and keeps stroking my hair. Nikolai and Ilya come back down the alley, and when they hear what’s going on, they both smile and laugh too. Nikolai hands Valeri a set of keys and then surprises me by giving my shoulder a soft squeeze.
“You doing okay, Evie?” he asks.
I turn my head and smile up at him. “Yeah, it’s been an exciting few days.”
“Yeah, I bet,” he says with a laugh.
I look over and see Vasily smiling at me while Volodya gives me a nod and a small smile, which I’m learning is all you get if you’re not Maddie.
“Welcome to the family,” Vasily says, making me laugh.
“No going back now,” Volodya adds and then laughs when Vasily smacks his arm and says, “Way to scare the hell out of her.”
“It’s okay,” I tell them. “I don’t want to go back,” and despite everything I’ve seen, it’s true. I love Valeri, and this is a big part of who he is. I can either accept it, or I can run and never see him again. No way in hell am I doing that. Just the thought of it has me squeezing him tighter.
He returns my hug and says something in Russian that makes his brothers laugh. Nikolai walks over to Steve’s bike and hikes a leg over. “I’ll go dump this,” he tells them. He looks at Ilya, “Follow me so I can ride back with you, and then we can do the body.”
Ilya nods and when Nikolai starts the bike and drives off, Ilya tells us a quick goodbye and then runs down the alley to catch up. Vasily and Volodya each give me a pat on the back before they start walking off. They say a few more things to Valeri before waving and disappearing around the corner. I’m about to say something, but my words are cut off when he cups my face and tilts me up right before he presses his lips to mine. His hands tangle in my hair, fisting the long strands and deepening the kiss, coaxing my tongue with his until I’m kissing him just as hard as he’s kissing me. He groans and picks me up, carrying me the short distance to the brick wall before setting me back on my feet and bracing his hands on either side of my head.
“I need you,” he whispers against my lips before pinching my bottom lip between his teeth and giving it a soft tug. Running one hand down my body, he cups my pussy in a possessive grip that makes my hips automatically rock against him. “I need to be inside you, baby. I need to feel your tight, wet pussy wrapped around me. I need to remind myself that you’re safe.”
I nod and grip his shoulders as he roughly unbuttons my pants and yanks them down. He groans and cups my bare pussy, plunging three fingers inside as I gasp and cling to him.
“So fucking wet for me,” he growls against my lips, finger-fucking me harder and faster, filling the dirty alley with the erotic, wet sounds. “That’s my good girl,” he murmurs when my body starts to tense, already so close to the edge. He brings his other hand between us and starts to rub my clit while his fingers dive into me again and again.
“Valeri,” I whimper as my legs start to shake.
He smiles against my lips and rubs me harder, throwing me into the orgasm and shattering me into a million pieces. The rough brick digs into my back as I pull him closer and bury my face in his neck, pulling his shirt down enough so I can sink my teeth into his skin.
“Fuck!” he growls when I break the skin and taste blood. Fisting my hair, he pulls me back and the wicked grin on his face should be a warning, but I’m too far gone to care. “My girl wants it rough tonight?”
“Yes.” I slide my hands down his body and undo the button on his jeans. I work the zipper down, but it’s too slow for him. He takes over, freeing his large cock and then grabbing my hips and lifting me up.
His fingers dig into my ass as he presses the head of his cock against my slit. “Eyes on me,” he growls.
I meet his green eyes, only taking them off him for a second when he slams into me and they roll back before I can stop it. My lips part on a gasp from the shock of having all of him at once.
“Fuck, you feel good, baby. So hot and wet, and so goddamn tight.”
He doesn’t go easy on me. Every thrust is hard and deep, every kiss is a bruise to my lips, and I can feel the anger radiating off him from what happened tonight, but it’s not directed at me. Underneath all that rage is a fear that I could’ve been hurt, and this brutal fuck is his way of proving to himself that I’m here, that I’m his, and that he owns me fully.
