“You’re so mean,” I whisper, making his smile grow even bigger.
“I never said I was nice, baby.”
How anyone can look so innocent while being anything but is beyond me. Valeri is the devil you never see coming. You expect brutality from his brothers. There’s a hardness to them that their younger brother lacks, on the outside at least, but it’s all just a beautiful illusion, because beneath the sexy dimple and big, green eyes is pure sin. I know this about my husband. He’s a monster, a man who kills people for a living, but he’s also the love of my life, the father of our child, and the man I couldn’t ever live without. I won’t ever pretend I don’t know who Valeri is, because to love him is to love all of him, and I do—completely and unconditionally.
“I love it when you look at me like that,” he says, leaning closer to kiss my forehead.
“Like what?”
“Like a woman in love.”
“I am a woman in love.”
He smiles and kisses me again. When the kids start yawning, everyone starts packing up. I give a round of hugs, kissing my niece and nephews while the cars get loaded. Next week, the family dinner is at Volodya’s, and Aleks is already shouting the names of his Uncle Volodya’s and Aunt Maddie’s dogs. Feeling guilty about his excitement, he hugs Ranger and kisses the top of his dark head. I hear him whisper, “Best dog,” against one of his furry ears.
Valeri laughs and scoops our son into his arms, carrying him inside and upstairs for his bath. I finish cleaning up and then join them. Aleks is surrounded by bubbles and toys, laughing at something Valeri is saying in Russian. I’m still slowly learning the language, but my two-year-old son is miles ahead of me.
I kneel down on the fluffy bath rug and grab one of the pirate boats floating on the surface, joining in the fun. After he’s sufficiently wrinkled, Valeri wraps him in a towel and gets him in his favorite rocket ship pajamas before we all cuddle up for his nighttime story. Tonight the book is in Russian, and I’m proud to say that I actually understand it. It’s geared towards toddlers, but so what? Progress is progress.
After several goodnight kisses and making sure Ranger is comfy in his dog bed, we turn on his nightlight and quietly slip out, Aleks already asleep and clutching his stuffed dog.
“God I’ve missed you,” Valeri says, already picking me up and nuzzling his face against my neck, licking and sucking the delicate skin and lighting my body on fire with each swipe of his tongue until I feel like I’m about to combust.
“I’ve been with you all day,” I remind him, running my hand through his dark hair.
“Yes, but I haven’t been inside you since this morning, and that’s too damn long,lapochka.”
I’m about to tell him I completely agree, but he gives the crook of my neck a bite that takes away my words and sends a shiver of pleasure down my spine and between my legs. He carries me to our room, setting me down by the bed and running his hands over every inch of me as he slowly peels the clothes off me.
Sliding my hands under his shirt, I pull it off and toss it aside, leaning closer so I can kiss the tattoo of my name written across his heart. His body is just as mouthwatering as it was the first time I saw him, and I can’t resist kissing across his pecs and then slowly working my way down his tight abs.
“Fuck,” he groans, running his hands through my hair and fisting it tight enough to sting, just how I like it.
I run my tongue over his skin while I undo his jeans and slide them down along with his boxer briefs. When his thick, hard cock springs free, I let out a moan of pure appreciation that makes him give a soft chuckle. It quickly turns to a groan when I run my tongue along his slit, lapping up the bead of pre-cum that forms. He tightens his grip on my hair as I wrap my lips around his head and slowly suck him in.
“Goddamn,” he growls, feeling my tongue swipe around the ridge of skin that always drives him crazy. “Fuck, I love how you suck my cock, baby.”
I’d smile if my mouth wasn’t so stuffed. Over the years, I’ve gotten a lot better at taking him in, and when I lower onto him, I only gag a couple of times before my lips hit the base and he’s so far down my throat that I can’t breathe. I wait for permission, forcing my body to relax, even though comfortable is the last word I’d use to describe a blowjob with someone as big as Valeri.
“Such a good fucking girl,” he praises, massaging my scalp and running his thumb down my stuffed cheeks. I moan and move my tongue along his shaft as much as I’m able to. The sensation pulls another groan from him. My eyes spill over, and when he sees it, he swipes a finger over them and then keeps his eyes on me as he brings it to his mouth and licks it clean.
“Every part of you belongs to me,lapochka. Your body, your tears,” he drags one finger along my throat. “Even the goddamn air you breathe. I want it all.”
“Mm-hmm,” I moan, feeling my lungs start to burn.
“Good girl,” he praises, fisting my hair again and slowly pulling me up his length. As soon as I can, I breathe in through my nose, the ache in my lungs disappearing as the ache between my legs grows stronger.
He thrusts into me again, threading his fingers through my hair and holding me still while he drives into me until spit is dripping down my chin and my mouth is starting to grow numb.
“Fuck, sweetheart, you have no idea how badly I want to shoot my seed down your sweet throat.” He brings one hand down, wrapping his long fingers around my neck and squeezing tight enough for me to feel how much he’s holding back, to feel the restraint coursing through his hand and radiating up his arm. “I want to feel your throat working beneath my fingers as you swallow every damn drop I give you.”
I whimper around him, begging him to do it, but he tightens his grip on me and pulls back instead, watching me suck him the whole time until he’s popped from my mouth, and I’m left wanting.
“Please,” I beg, looking up at him.
He grins and reaches down to pick me up. “Don’t worry, baby, you’re going to get it, but I want to come in your pussy tonight. I’ve been thinking about burying myself in your tight, wet cunt all damn day.”
Laying me on the bed, he quickly pulls his jeans off the rest of the way before positioning his body above mine. My fingers run up his muscled arms, skating over the veins and the taut line of muscle across his upper chest. When he slides into me, I grab onto his broad shoulders and cling to him, wanting him as close as possible.
