“We’re not getting rid of it,” I tell them. “It’s time to scare the hell out of this city. Let them all see what happens when you hurt what belongs to me.”
Ilya and Andrei look down at the bloody mess at our feet. We’d caught him on his way home from work and dragged him down a side street that didn’t have any security cameras. They’d stood guard while I’d lost it, and now the man is sprawled out and so disfigured that not even his own mother would be able to identify him.
We leave him there to rot, and while Andrei drives us back, I check my phone yet again. She hasn’t texted or called, and I’m not sure what to think about that. I know she’s safe. I’ve got men watching the house and Ruslan is with her. No way in fuck is anyone getting to her. I wish she would’ve texted, though. I’m guessing she thought she’d be bothering me if she did. I’ll need to get thoughts like that out of her head quickly. I don’t want her thinking for one second that she’s not the most important thing to me. She’s my first priority. Everything else is second. Probably not how a Bratva boss should feel, but it’s the truth of things. Nina went from being a responsibility to being absolutely everything. I never thought I’d fall in love, and I sure as fuck never thought it would happen this quickly if it did, but I have, and there’s no going back.
When we get to the house, Andrei slips off to find Svetlana while Ilya and I go inside the main house. He heads straight for his room, no doubt going to take a quick shower so he can go out and find some pussy to bring back. Before going upstairs, I stop in the kitchen to pour myself a very large vodka. We all feel the need to fuck after a kill, and my cock is already straining at my damn pants before I’ve even reached the top of the stairs.
Before I open the bedroom door, I take another drink, willing the alcohol to calm my body down. As much as I want to see Nina, I really hope she’s asleep because keeping myself under control is going to be hard enough as it is, but if she’s awake and touching me and looking at me with lust-filled eyes, fuck, I don’t know how I’ll survive it.
I step into the dimly lit room, and my cock gives an annoying twitch when I hear her say my name. She runs in from the balcony and is about to wrap her arms around me but stops short when she sees the state I’m in. Her dark eyes run over my bloody suit as she lets out a shaky breath.
“Vasya,” she whispers, fear making her voice huskier than usual, and all I can think about is how badly I want to hear her scream my name while she’s coming undone around my dick. “What happened? Where are you hurt?”
Her trembling hands reach for me, but I gently push them away. “I’m not hurt,zolotse.”
It takes her a second to work out what I’m saying, but when she does, her eyes widen and she quickly pulls back, hugging her arms tightly against her chest. I put the glass back to my lips and finish the last of my drink. Before I walk away to shower, I run my finger along her cheek, allowing myself this one brief touch.
“Mark Justin off the list.”
She gives a small nod, and then I use all the willpower I possess and turn my back on her, walking into the bathroom and shutting the door behind me. Bracing my hands on the counter, I practice some deep breathing and fight the urge to walk back out there and bury myself inside her. I’m barely winning the fight that’s warring inside me when I hear the door open. Keeping my hands on the counter, I hang my head and sigh.
“Zolotse, I need to be alone for a minute.”
“Are you okay?” She takes a hesitant step forward, putting her small feet in my line of sight. “Do you feel bad because you had to kill someone? I don’t want you to think you have to do this. You don’t have to kill them.”
I start laughing before I can stop myself and lift my head to meet her eyes. “No, sweetheart, I’m not upset because I had to kill someone. I quite enjoyed that part of the evening.”
“Then what’s wrong?”
I stand up to my full height and close the distance between us, cupping her face and tilting her up to me. “I want to fuck you,” I admit, pulling a surprised gasp from her. “I want to fuck you more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life, and I don’t trust myself around you right now, so please,zolotse, go lay down in bed and I’ll be there soon.”
Instead of leaving like I asked her to, she reaches up and starts to unbutton my shirt. “Nina,” I warn, but she doesn’t stop. She stands up on tiptoe to slide my suit jacket off and then goes back to unbuttoning my bloodstained shirt.
“Even if I can’t do everything, I can still make you feel better, can’t I?”
She slides her hands under my shirt and drags her nails across my pecs, pulling a groan from deep within me. Terrified of hurting her, I grab her hands and bring my face to hers.
“What if I can’t stop?” I ask, voicing the fear that’s threatening to undo me. “What if you need me to stop and I can’t?”
“You will,” she says, breaking out of my loose hold to cup my face. Her eyes are a mix of desire and absolute trust. There’s not a trace of fear in them, and seeing it gives me the courage to lift her up and sit her on the edge of the counter and press my lips to hers. The kiss is hard and hungry because I’m using all my willpower to keep my cock out of her and that means everything else is going to be rougher than I’d usually be with her. I fist her hair, pulling her head back even more so I can fuck her with my tongue as she works my pants open.
“Fuck,” I growl against her lips when she reaches in and wraps her hand around me.
“Tell me what to do, Vasya,” she pleads against my lips. “I don’t know what to do.”
“Just touch me, baby. That’s all I need.”
When I can feel how hesitant she still is, I reach down and wrap my hand around hers, guiding her up and down my length, showing her what I like just like she did for me. I’m coated in my own arousal, making it easier for her to work me, and with all the sexual frustration that’s been building for days, I know it’s not going to take me long at all. I speed our hands up, needing it harder, rougher, and when she bites my bottom lip and lets out a whimper, my balls tense up and I know I’m past the point of no return.
Right before I let go, I lift her shirt so I can come on her stomach, needing to claim some part of her as mine. She swallows my groans as my cock pulses in our hands and I shoot my seed onto her exposed skin. Her kiss turns harder when she feels the wet heat of my cum hit her stomach. The sound of her whimpers fill the room, mixing with the growl I give as my body shudders and the last of my orgasm runs through me. Completely and utterly spent, I rest my forehead against hers and catch my breath while she lazily strokes my softening dick. I feel drunk on pure ecstasy. Sex has always felt good, but it’s never been anything like this, and I haven’t even fucking been inside her yet.
My need for her hasn’t diminished, but I’m back in control of myself. I loosen my hand, letting go of the fistful of hair I’d been holding onto and pull back enough so I can see her face. I’d been worried that I was too rough or too forceful with her, but there’s nothing except raw need in her eyes and not a hint of fear or regret. Relieved, I let out the breath I’d been holding and cup her face, keeping my other hand still wrapped around hers. She’s not letting go of my cock yet, and I’m sure as hell not going to push her away. She can touch me as long as she wants.
“Did that feel okay?” she asks.
I smile and kiss her. “That felt more than okay,zolotse. It felt fucking amazing. Thank you.”
She smiles and looks down at her coated stomach. Dragging a finger through my seed, she brings it to her mouth, watching me as she runs her tongue up her finger.
