He hears my breath hitch at his words and gives another soft laugh.
“You’re going to be a lot of fun, sweetheart.”
“You’re already a lot of fun,” I say, making him really laugh.
Wrapping his arms around me, he squeezes me in a hug and kisses my shoulder. “Come on, baby. You need to eat something.”
Knowing he’s right, I only protest a little bit when he slides me off him. He gives me a sweet, lingering kiss before getting up and coming back with a warm cloth. I’m surprised when he gently parts my legs and presses the cloth against my sore pussy, soothing and cleaning me. I can’t help the small wince when I move slightly and feel the sting of what just happened.
“Fuck, baby, I’m sorry.”
I grab onto his wrist, hating the worry I hear in his voice. “I’m just a little sore, Vasya, but I’m guessing that’s to be expected. You’re huge. I knew it was going to hurt a little, but I wanted this to happen, and it’s a good pain, not a bad one.”
He still looks worried, but he gives me a nod and slowly moves the cloth away. Bending lower, he brings his mouth to my swollen pussy, slowly kissing every inch of me until the discomfort is a distant memory.
“You sure do know how to treat a girl,” I say while a lazy grin spreads across my face.
I feel the heat of his breath on my skin when he says, “I know how to treatyou, baby, my wife, the one I love more than anything and everyone.”
Reaching down, I cup his gorgeous face and pull him up to me. “Does anyone else know what a hopeless romantic the head of the Medvedev Bratva is?”
“No,” he says with a big grin. “That’s a secret just for you.”
“Good thing I can keep a secret. I’d hate to ruin your reputation as a devil.”
He laughs. “Don’t worry, that reputation isn’t going anywhere anytime soon.”
I know he’s been taking down the men on the list, but other than that, I have no idea what he’s been up to, but judging from the smile on his face, whatever it is, it’s enough to keep the devil reputation intact.
He helps me up and while I throw on some comfy pajamas, he grabs a pair of joggers and a long-sleeve tee before we go down to heat up whatever Katya left for us. Being around Vasily is so easy. His good looks still intimidate me, but he’s so down to earth that I can’t help relaxing around him and just having a good time. I’m still laughing about something he’s said when the front door opens and our quiet night is interrupted by a woman’s over-the-top squeal. Vasily groans and wraps an arm tightly around me. I regret my choice of pajamas when a leggy blonde walks in wearing a miniskirt that’s so short she’s going to be flashing all of us if she bends over. Her tits are spilling out of the scrap of fabric she’s calling a shirt, and when she runs her eyes over us, I can tell she’s dismissed me in less than half a second and quickly moved on to my mouthwatering husband. I’ve never felt so out of place in my life, and when I start to shrink in on myself, Vasily leans down and picks me up so we’re chest to chest.
“What are you doing?” I whisper at him, feeling my face heat up.
“You’re letting her make you feel bad, and I don’t like it.”
When Ilya walks in with another woman on his arm, this one a tall redhead like the woman I’d first encountered in this kitchen, Vasily growls something to him in Russian. He gives me a sheepish smile. “Sorry, Nina.”
The blonde doesn’t seem to get the hint, because she giggles and points at Vasily before turning back to Ilya. “Does your friend want to join us?”
“Wow,” Ilya says, eyeing her like she’s an even bigger idiot than he originally thought.
I feel Vasily tense against me as his anger grows.
“Uh-oh,” I whisper as he storms over to her. I tighten my arms around his shoulders, wondering if he even remembers he’s still carrying me.
“What the fuck did you just ask?”
Blondie is really not taking the hint because she gives a smile that I’m sure has worked on every man up until this very moment and says, “I just thought maybe you’d like to join us.”
“Are you fucking blind? Do you see me holding my wife?”
Her eyes briefly dart to me, but I can tell she’s completely confused as to why that would be a deterrent. I mean, if he could have her, then why the hell would he want me, right?
“I’m sorry, Vasya,” Ilya says, shooting me an apologetic look as well. His arm is still snuggly around the redhead, so I’m guessing he’s resigned himself to the fact that he might just have one bed partner for tonight.
Vasily says something to Ilya in Russian that makes him laugh, and then he turns his focus back on the blonde. “You insulted my wife. Apologize.”
I start to say something but Vasily turns his blue eyes to mine. I watch as they go from icy cold to the warm look I’m used to seeing from him.
