Caressing his cheek gently, I sat on the opposite sofa and turned on the TV, hoping some movie would take away my worry.
The sound of heavy footsteps stirred me from my sleep, and the first thing I noticed was the absence of Dominic. Then I heard him shutting the bathroom door, and the sound of the shower being turned on.
Without a single word to me!
Rushing to the room, I was about to let my Russian know our couple business involved more than sightseeing and oral sex.
Dominic
The showerhead jets relaxed my tense shoulders as a relieved groan escaped my mouth. The special brown Russian soap washed me clean from any traces of blood that belonged to the fucker who thought himself entitled to abuse women.
I felt delicate hands on my back as Rosa hugged me from behind, her lavender scent penetrating my nostrils.
“Don’t push me away,” Rosa whispered, as she softly pressed her lips to the crook of my neck. An exhausted sigh left me. On nights like those, when the pakhan of the Bratva had to kill and torture, I wasn't someone who wanted to touch my delicate flower. She was better than my bloody hands. She deserved better. That was one of the reasons I decided to stay at the bar as long as possible, even though the guys called me all kinds of an idiot.
Rosa Giovanni, my ultimate weakness. I wasn't strong enough to break the contact, wasn't strong enough to keep pushing her away. My bottled-up soul cried out for hers. Here she was for the taking. How could I say no to this?
Gently trailing her lips from my neck to my back, her fingers laced through my hair, scratching it lightly, earning a moan from me as tingling sensations spread all over my sore body. Whispering into my ear, “Tell me,” she wrapped her arms around me, holding me tight. Resting my forehead on the cold tile wall, the words spilled out.
“I had to torture a man today for the sins he had committed. After that, when he was left barely alive, a bullet ended his life. A bullet from my gun.” She tensed behind me. Swallowing the bile in my throat, I continued, “He had two kids and a wife waiting at home, and even though he was a piece of fucking shit, they had only the one provider.” Clenching my fist, I slammed it against the tile, enjoying the pain shooting through my knuckles. “Now they do not have him, because of me. Because of the law I had to keep. Because of the vow I’d made.”
My loud voice echoed in the shower stall as her arms slowly let go of me, and I prepared for the blow coming. What sane woman would stay with a man like me, if she had a choice? That was one of the reasons I went against everything in me and didn't show her this side of my life, the one filled with crime and dirt.
The pakhan of the Bratva. Nightmares of captivity. Damaged goods.
She slid in the space between me and the wall, palming my face and making me look into her hazel eyes, which shone with love and understanding. Hot water poured from above us, heat slowly covering us, separating this moment from the outside world. She pressed my head down, and our lips touched softly at first, her tongue trailing at the seam of my lips until she finally entered my mouth, enveloping me in the kiss so hot yet so loving I was ready to fall down on my knees and cry.
Me, a man who promised never to do it ever again.
“It’s not your fault,” she whispered. “I accept you and this lifestyle. I’m not an outsider. My father is Don of the Cosa Nostra. I know the responsibility. Life with you won’t always be roses.” Her mouth perked up. “It will be guns and roses.” Frowning, because I didn't really get the joke, I decided not to dwell on it. “Just never hide your pain from me again, ever.” Pressing our foreheads together, we breathed in sync while her fingers caressed the back of my neck. “You accept me with all my flaws.”
“That’s because you don’t have any.”
She chuckled. “I do, but you accept them. Allow me to do the same.” Without waiting for my reply, she mashed our mouths once again, but this time the kiss turned deep, painful, and desperate, as though she couldn't get enough of me.
Wrapping her hair around my fist, I tugged on it hard. She whimpered, but at the same time hugged me closer, and only at that moment did my mind register her nakedness.
My beauty.
Her tanned skin glistened from the droplets of water, as her heavy and round, more-than-a-handful breasts rose and fell with her fitful breathing. Her narrow waist showcased her rounded hips and that fucking ass, which I could bite and touch forever. My girl had the best fucking body in the whole world. Leaning down, I gently licked and sucked her aroused pink, perky nipples as the blush spread over her, and she moaned, lacing her fingers once again in my hair.
I’d fucking keep it long forever. That wasn't the best part though, because when I looked into her beautiful eyes, I saw everything. Lust, love, adoration, longing, sadness, and even anger. They were so expressive that she didn't have to say anything for me to know her mood or what she felt. “The things you do to me,krasavica.”
“I want to be yours,” she whispered, and I groaned, because I wanted it too. Badly. I wanted her to be mine, only mine, and not to ever be touched by anyone else. My cock twitched and pushed against her stomach, while a moan escaped her. She moved her lips to my nipples and sucked on them, and fuck, that felt good. No one ever bothered to do that to me, and who knew males experienced pleasure from that as well. Being with her was like losing my virginity all over again. Nothing and no one ever felt like her, and never would. Before I could blink, she lowered herself on her knees in front of my cock, and her hot breath was making my already painfully hard dick harder.
“Rosa, get up.” She wasn't ready, and God, as much as I wanted it, I didn't expect her to fall on her knees in front of me. My girl wasn't supposed to be on her knees, period.
“No,” she replied stubbornly. Enveloping my dick in her hands, she ran her thumb from the root to the tip where the precum was leaking out. She wiped it away, raised the index finger to her mouth, and sucked hard. The action brought up the image of my cock inside her, instead of my finger, and a growl escaped me. “You taste different, but good too.” Those words took me away from the haze of desire, and I froze.
“Different than who?’ I asked harshly, and tried to control my temper. The idea of her using that sexy mouth of hers on someone else made me want to kill the fucker. I prayed she wouldn't say his name.
Dom, stop. She is a virgin, plenty of firsts.
She looked up and there was mischief in her eyes; the little minx liked my jealousy all right. Then all thoughts flew from my mind as she took me into her mouth. Surrounding my hard-as-steel cock with wet heat, I wondered how I didn't come right there on the spot. Inhaling a deep breath, I watched as she licked the head and then lower, exploring the sensitive skin and veins. She closed her lips over me again, sucking deep and immediately gagging, so she let it go with a popping sound.
“Guide me?’ She looked up at me pleadingly and licked her lips. Well, hell, whoever the other fucker was, he clearly didn't take his time teaching her. Not that I had any experience to begin with, but I could sure as fuck guide her. “Put the length slowly inside… yeah, just like that. Be careful with your teeth. Take as much as you can, and only what feels good for you. Don’t ever do something you don't want, and stop anytime.”
She chuckled, sending vibrations down my spine. “I asked for guidance. Not a blow job manual.” She followed my instructions, her hand sliding down to the root of my dick and went up and down after her lips sucked on the head. She seemed almost fascinated with it, studying all the small details while learning the feel of it.
