Her head falls back and she’s moaning to the heavens. She lets go, and her pussy spills over with her juices as her thighs shake against my hips.
I come with her, exploding inside her so hard that I’m gripping her, my nails digging into the flesh of her hips.
She melts, falling on top of me as she gasps for air. My hands find her round ass and I squeeze it, content to stay inside her as she kisses me.
“You’re such a good girl,” I whisper against her mouth. “My good little girl…”
I’ve lostcount how many times I’ve made her come. We’re both spent, lying in bed as the morning sun starts to turn to the afternoon. She’s curled up under my arm, her head resting on my chest.
What a turn of events. I don’t know what comes next. I feel like I’m playing against the rules for the first time in my life…
I kiss the top of her head and she stirs a little, then I feel her soft lips press against my chest.
“I had things planned today,” I say softly. “People to meet and all that.”
“Even Bratva take days off, don’t they?” she says drowsily.
I shrug. We’re in new territory, after all.
She goes quiet and suddenly, a memory surfaces. The last time I felt this way… the last time I was absolutely certain about the woman in my arms. It twists my stomach and darkens the room the moment I think of it.
“I need to tell you,” I say softly. “About Kat.”
“I’d rather not talk about her.”
“I’d rather not speak of her… but you should know what happened between us.”
She lifts herself up and twists her body so that she’s looking up at me. “What happened?”
“First, you should know that Kat and I were poorly matched from the beginning. She was the daughter of one of my brigadiers and was very ambitious. I didn’t really see it at first. She would be in my ear about being Pakhan one day and about how I should treat the men I commanded. I ignored her for the most part, but everyone was starting to think that I was showing signs of weakness once they saw how she tried commanding me around.”
“Commanding? You?”
“I said shetried.” I snicker. “She’d usually do it when I was around others. It was like she was showing off or something.She’d always apologize for her behavior when I called her out for it, but it never changed. Every chance she could get…”
I sigh, the memory feeling like a black pit inside me. “And then one day, I got tired of it. I started canceling dates with her and focusing more on my work or spending more time at the Firebird.”
Her eyes widened. “You cheated on her?”
“No, but I would spend a lot of time in the voyeur room. It wasn’t good either way, though. Kat hated it that I went there at all.”
“Why didn’t you just break up with her?”
“Eventually, I did. One day, I realized that what I was doing wasn’t fair to either of us, so I sat her down and told her that I wanted to break it off with her. Took her out to a fancy restaurant and everything. She responded by telling me she was pregnant.”
Natalya stares at me, a slice of fear behind her eyes. “She wasn’t really,” I add quickly. “I found that out pretty soon after from one of her friends. She’d just said that to try and keep me. I dropped her as soon as I found out her lie. At the same time, things were progressing in the Bratva to where I would have to take trips out of town. To other states, mostly, but I knew that eventually, I would end up going overseas with Maksim. I told her she could stay here until she found another place, but by the time I was going to Russia with Maksim, she had better have all her things out of the house by the time I got back.”
She doesn’t say anything for a few moments. She just leans her head down on my chest again, her finger listlessly tracing the lines of my tattoo.
“My only regret with Kat is not seeing her for the viper that she is sooner,” I say. “I still don’t understand what her gameplan was supposed to be. What kind of woman fakes a pregnancy in order to keep a relationship?”
“I don’t know,” she says softly.
I run my hand over the soft skin of her back. “I’m sorry that I wasn’t here, Natalya. I should have been.” I glance down at the cut on her neck, mostly healed at this point. The cut that Kat gave her might be a thing of the past soon, but it’ll always haunt me. I should have kicked her ass instead of kicking her out.
Natalya kisses my chest again, moving up to my neck, then my lips. “Thank you for telling me,” she says when our lips part.
I brush her hair out of her eyes again. The sunlight from the window catches the red in her hair, highlighting it with hints of gold. She smiles down at me, and I think I see a little bit of sadness in the corners of her lips.
