She may not be able to take me all the way in, but her excitement and the eager way she’s sucking me like I’m the tastiest thing she’s ever put in her mouth more than makes up for the lack of deep throating. I tell her in Russian how fucking sexy she looks because I’ve forgotten all my damn English, and when she runs her tongue along my slit before sliding back onto me, I groan and slowly rock into her a little bit more before sliding back out. I fuck her sweet mouth with half my cock as her hands and mouth keep working me.
“I’m close,” I warn in case she wants to back away, but all she does is moan and suck me harder, eager and hungry for what I’m about to give her.
Keeping my eyes on her because I don’t want to miss a second of this, I growl my release and shoot my seed into her greedy mouth. She whimpers and moans when she tastes me, sucking me harder until my fucking vision starts to darken and my goddamn ears are ringing. She takes everything I’m giving her, swallowing me like the good girl she is until I’m completely empty and sated. Loosening my fingers, I lazily massage her scalp as aftershocks run through me. She doesn’t stand back up until she’s licked and kissed every damn inch of me, and only when she’s satisfied does she stand and press her body close to mine. Cupping her face, I run my thumb over her cock-swollen lips and lean down to kiss her, loving that she tastes like me. I suck her tongue with a groan and run my hand down her back so I can cup one of her round cheeks, pulling her even tighter against me.
“I love you,zolotse,” I whisper against her lips, still drunk from my orgasm and wishing like hell we didn’t ever have to leave this shower.
She smiles and wraps her arms around my neck. “I love you, too.”
After we finally drag ourselves out of the bathroom, we lay in bed naked, and I fall asleep with her body nestled tightly against mine. It’s the first time in my life that everything has felt so perfect and complete. The feeling doesn’t go away after I wake. It stays with me as I bury my head between her legs and make her come before she’s even fully woken up. The next couple of days pass by in a perfect blur of me exacting revenge and then coming home to make my beautiful wife orgasm as much as possible. Three more men are crossed off the list, leaving me three more plus ski mask. The man gnaws at me. I promised Nina I’d find out who he is, and I will, but the fact that she has no idea who he is and all I have to go on is a description of average height, lean build, and brown eyes means that the search is going a hell of a lot slower than I’d like.
Needing to check on a few things, Andrei and I head over to where Ilya and several of my other men are handling a new shipment that’s just come in. Some of Colin’s men were interested in seeing the weapons, so I’ve agreed to meet them near the edge of our territory. I don’t want them snooping around on our side. Colin and I may have a good relationship, but that doesn’t mean I’m so trusting I want him walking around our streets.
When we pull up next to the small, abandoned warehouse, I eye the men, quickly counting ten of my men and five of Colin’s. We get out and make our way over. The shipment’s a big one this time, and a couple of the Irishmen are asking questions and looking some of the smaller guns over. As soon as I approach, they grow quiet, giving me a slight nod of respect and trying like hell to not stare. I’m used to the reaction. No one’s sure if the rumors are true. I could put an end to their curiosity and tell them they are, but I don’t. I like it better this way.
“Everything look okay?” I ask Ilya in Russian.
“Yeah, looks great. The guys will be very happy with their new toys,” he says with a grin. “The Irish are curious as hell about our supplier, but I haven’t told them shit.”
“Good. Let them find their own fucking contacts and suppliers.”
I walk around to inspect everything, and when I hear the word “whore” coming from one of the Irish, I don’t say anything, just look over the crate of guns and put all my focus on hearing what comes next.
“Can you believe he fucking married her? A goddamn whore from Ruby’s,” the Irishman says and then gives a soft laugh.
“Fucking Christ,” Ilya mutters in Russian, having heard the same damn thing I just did. He knows what’s coming.
Inside I may be boiling over with rage, but the outside looks calm and completely oblivious to what the man’s just said when I look over at Colin’s men. Technically, they’re standing on neutral territory. The warehouse is right next to the line, and the men are still lingering around the edges. Not wanting there to be any fallback later on, I motion to the five dark suits, waving them closer.
“Have you seen the new silencers we got? You’re welcome to try them out. I have a shooting range set up inside.”
They hesitate for a second, but I can tell they’re curious and want to give it a go. The men nod and start walking closer. I ignore all of them except the red-haired jackass who just insulted my wife. Ilya and Andrei step forward and break up the group in a move that’s so seamless I’d swear they’d rehearsed it beforehand, and in seconds the redhead finds himself alone with me.
I don’t waste any time. My men draw their guns right as I punch the bastard hard in the solar plexus, knocking the air out of him. He buckles to his knees, and while he’s desperately trying to take in a breath, I reach in and grab his tongue, pinching it tightly between my fingers. My other hand comes up with the knife. Running the sharp blade over his tongue, I slice through it before he’s even realized what the fuck is happening. He gives a thick, wet scream before I press my boot in his chest and knock his ass back into the street so he’s no longer in our territory.
Holding up his bloody tongue, I look at the remaining four Irishmen who are standing there with their fucking mouths hanging open. “Anyone else want to say something about my wife?”
They shake their heads, eyes darting from the guns pointed at them, to my bloody hand holding redhead’s severed tongue, and finally to their fallen man who’s now starting to choke on his own blood. He looks at me and screams something, but there’s no way in hell that mangled mouth is going to be forming words anytime soon, so it’s all just gibberish.
I laugh and say, “Good luck getting pussy with that lisp.”
“God, that’s so sad,” Ilya says with a smirk on his face. “Your days of licking cunt are over.”
I throw the tongue at them, laughing when they let out a few very unmanly yelps and dodge the piece of meat.
“Better get him to a doctor.” I point the bloody knife at the redhead whose face is as scarlet as his hair thanks to pain and rage. “If you have a doctor reattach it, I’m just going to come back and cut it off again, except next time I’ll do it with a dull knife.”
He pales a bit at that before his men grab him and haul him back to their car. I watch them go, wondering how long it’ll take Colin to call me. He’s not going to be pleased. I laugh when my phone starts ringing and Colin’s name pops up. The car isn’t even down the street yet.
“That was quick,” I tell my men with a laugh before answering it and switching to English. “Hello, Colin.”
“You touched one of my men, Vasily.” Colin’s voice is calm, but I can hear the anger that’s simmering right below the surface.
I wipe the blood off my blade and say, “I did. He insulted my wife, and he was in my territory.”
“You couldn’t have just warned him or told him to shut the fuck up?”
“I believe I did tell him to shut the fuck up. I just did it by taking his tongue.”
