“Tina and John are flying to Moscow now. She decided to visit me and my sexy Russian.”
I smirked at this nickname, but my bliss didn't last long as she pinched me on the side. “Vicious woman,” I murmured.
She continued, “They are staying at the Marriott, and she asked me to come tomorrow, because she wants to meet you and gossip about you.”
Raising myself on the bed, I gripped her head closer to mine so our mouths brushed against each other. “Not without me.” My growl didn't affect her at all. Instead, she laced her fingers through my hair, exposing her neck for me as she shifted on my lap, rubbing herself against my cock.
“Of course. I wouldn’t want to put myself in danger while you still haven’t figured out who’s after us.”
Exhaling a sigh of relief that she didn’t fish for another fight, I thanked the gods for this.
Skimming my lips over her skin, I sucked hard on her neck, for sure leaving a hickey for everyone to see who she belonged to.
The sheet fell down between us, and I removed it hastily, not liking anything blocking access to my woman. “Only inside the hotel. You do not move your pretty, sexy ass”—I squeezed it in my hands, impaling her on my cock with one swift move as she groaned loudly—“outside without my permission.” Sliding my hand to her breast, I weighed it in my palm before biting it slightly and then sucking it into my mouth. She scratched my head then rocked up and down again, driving me fucking insane.
“Okay.” She slid her hands to my back, digging her nails in and scratching my already bruised skin. Not liking the friction, I flipped Vi on her back and drove deep, moving the mattress. She groaned, wrapping her legs around me and pushing her pelvis up, meeting my thrusts with eager desire as I took her mouth in a deep kiss and entwined our hands on each side of her head.
In and out. In and out.
Her pussy clenched around me as she finished our kiss, gasping for breath, and her scream echoed in the room, and in a second, I followed her with my roar.
Lying on top of her, breathing heavily, I wondered if any other bliss existed in this world.
I had no idea what living was until I met her.
My life started and ended with Vivian Jackson, and I wouldn't have it any other way.
Vivian
Putting the final touches on my makeup, I brushed my hair as it cascaded down my back, and I swirled around in my white A-line dress, which hugged my body enough to emphasize the curves but not enough to give it all away. Choosing matching five-inch heels gave the whole chic look of the fifties, and I loved it.
Grabbing my red clutch, I walked into the living room while Radmir stood near the fridge and drank water, but he froze once he noticed me. His eyes scanned my appearance, heating up with desire, and then he stepped forward, his body still sweaty from the workout he had done earlier. One of the reasons why I woke up alone in bed with only his smell on the pillow to greet me.
“Don’t you dare, Radmir.”
His mouth lifted in a half smile. “If that’s supposed to stop me, then you are using the wrong words.”
“I spent an hour on my makeup and clothes. I can’t look freshly fucked when I visit my sister.” I sounded scandalized even to my own ears.
His face turned grim. “No one is allowed to see you freshly fucked, as you put it, but me,krasivoglazaya.” He brushed his thumb against my lower lip. “That sight belongs only to me.”
Oh, no.
He wouldn't let me go without an orgasm, because the possessive beast inside him would want to stake a claim after thoughts like that. He placed his hands on my hips, gripping me tightly, and lifted me onto the nearby desk, pushing the papers onto the floor.
“Jake—” I started.
“Stayed at the gym with the guys. We have time.” He pushed aside my legs, making room for himself while hiking my dress up, and he groaned at noticing my matching see-through thong that barely covered my pussy.
“My dress and makeup—” With his touch, it was harder and harder to resist as desire spread through me like fire, and I couldn't stop the hitch of my breath or my nipples hardening against the soft fabric of the dress.
“I’ll just bring you pleasure, without you having to do anything.” He spread my legs as wide as he could, placing them over his shoulders, kneeling in front of me as his hot breath fanned my heated core. He pulled my panties to the side and inhaled me, running his nose on the edges of my pussy. “Just a reminder of who you belong to.” As if I could ever forget.
All thoughts escaped my mind when he probed his tongue deep, pushing it inside, kissing my core deeply while his fingers dug into my thighs. I arched my back and pelvis, bringing me closer to his mouth. He moved up and licked from one lower lip and then the other, while his thumb played with my clit as a moan escaped my mouth.
“Radmir.” Sliding my fingers into his hair, I tugged, bringing his mouth even closer while he continued feasting on me. It ignited a fire through my veins, him sucking loudly, not hiding his hunger for me. With his every breath, lick, and touch, he reestablished his claim, and above everything else, that he loved me.
My toes curled inside my shoes as I grazed his back with one of my heels, and he groaned loudly. I probably left marks but I loved it. He belonged to me as much as I did to him, and better every woman in the Bratva know it.
