“Come for me,zayka,” he commands, his voice rough. “I want to feel you come on my cock.”
The words push me over the edge. The orgasm tears through me, more intense than anything I’ve ever felt. I scream his name, my nails raking down his back, my walls clenching around him like a vice.
“Fuck—” He thrusts once, twice more, then buries himself to the hilt as he finds his own release. I feel him pulsing inside me, hot and thick, and another wave of pleasure ripples through me.
He collapses on top of me, catching himself on his forearms to keep from crushing me. We’re both gasping, sweat-slicked, trembling.
For a long moment, neither of us moves. He’s still inside me, softening slowly, and I don’t want him to leave. I wrap my arms around him, holding him close.
“Are you okay?” he asks finally, lifting his head to look at me.
“More than okay.” I smile up at him, feeling tears prick my eyes for reasons I can’t quite name. “That was...”
“Just the beginning,” he promises, brushing the hair from my face. “I’m nowhere near done with you tonight.”
A thrill runs through me. “Is that so?”
He pulls out slowly, and I wince at the sensitivity. He notices immediately, his expression softening.
“Sore?”
“A little.”
He presses a kiss to my forehead, then rolls off the bed. “Don’t move.”
He disappears into the bathroom and returns with a warm, damp cloth. Gently, reverently, he cleans me up, his touch tender despite the roughness of what we just shared.
“Thank you,” I whisper.
He tosses the cloth aside and climbs back into bed, pulling me against his chest. His hand strokes lazily down my spine.
Alexei brushes his thumb across my lower lip, a tender smile tugging at his lips as he whispers, “Welcome home, Anya.”
Chapter Six
Alexei
I lean back in my chair, soaking in the familiar smell of coffee and gun oil clinging faintly to the air. Papers are spread across my desk: shipping logs, ledgers, reports from the docks. I'd asked for them all the moment I returned. My men think I’m obsessed, but I don’t leave things to chance. I can’t afford to.
I hear the door open and look up to see my brother, Dmitri, stroll in like he owns the damn place. He doesn’t bother knocking. He never does.
“Where's Anya?” He asks, looking around like he actually expects her to materialize from thin air. “You know…everyone’s in a much better mood lately. Almost like having Anya home has softened our fearlesspakhan.”
I glance up from the file I’m reading to arch my brows at him. “Careful, Dmitri. You sound almost sentimental.”
He grins, dropping into the chair across from me. “Don’t deny it. The whole house feels different. I swear, even the dog stopped growling at me.”
“We don't have a dog.”
“Exactly.” He smirks. “That’s how bad it was before.”
I shake my head, but the corner of my mouth twitches despite myself. “Anya went out to see old friends. She’ll be home later.”
“Good,” Dmitri says, folding his hands over his knee. “Means you won’t be completely insufferable while we talk business.”
I close the file, my focus sharpening. “What’s happened?”
He sobers quickly. “We’ve had two more hits on our shipments this week. One at the harbor, another outside Newark. Minor losses so far, but whoever’s behind them is testing our defenses. Seeing how far they can push.”
