Oh, God.
I wasn’t sure I would survive his brand of torture.
Not that I expected anything else after he had seen a male stripper close to me at the secret bachelorette party Bratva girls had thrown for me.
Radmir and the rest of the guys barged inside the club, closing the establishment and throwing us over their shoulders fireman style. Radmir hadn't said a word back in the car, but I knew the punishment would come. He had repeated many times that strippers and clubs were out of the question. My Russian decided to be creative this time, and as much as I played the unwilling one, it was hard considering how much I needed him inside me.
“He stood right next to you, almost touching your skin.’’ his voice laced with fury as his fingers dug deeper into my skin. “I'll need to keep you here for days to forget that.’’ with a laugh I wrapped my legs around him tighter while seeking his mouth.
“Let's proceed to it then?’’ with a growl he gave me a deep kiss while entering me smoothly, leaving me breathless and crazy with desire and need for him.
I'd have to thank Rosa for coming up with this plan later.
A few months later
Vivian
A light breeze caressed my skin. I sighed in satisfaction as I enjoyed the sun shining brightly on me as gulls cried loudly, the only indication of our whereabouts.
My bliss hadn't lasted long though. I grumpily opened one eye when droplets of water dripped on my bare skin as a shadow loomed above me. “In case you haven't noticed, I’m trying to tan here.”
Radmir laughed softly at my words and nipped my neck while his hands traveled to the tiny bows on my hips that held the bottom of my two-piece bathing suit on. “Is that so?”
Arching to his touch and kisses, I nodded while lacing my fingers through his hair as he moved to my collarbone, lazily running his tongue between my breasts and intentionally ignoring my hardened nipples.
“Mmm-hmm.” He finally managed to get rid of my swimsuit bottom, throwing it to the side while separating my legs and settling between my thighs. Only then, I felt the fabric of his shorts against my sensitive skin. “You’re not naked?”
Instead of answering, he captured my lips in a deep kiss while his tongue probed deeper, taking mine prisoner. The rush of desire and need shot through my veins, and I hugged him closer to me, wrapping my legs around his hips.
All he had to do was move those damn shorts of his lower, and then he could just enter me in one, swift…
Instead, he placed his hand under my back, lifting me as I squealed, and turned in the direction of the cabin. Whimpering in distress for making me wait, I bit his shoulder, but it only earned me a slap to the ass, which sent tingling sensations all over my body. The hair on his chest hardened my nipples and a moan escaped my mouth. I couldn't help but rub them against him more.
“Settle,krasivoglazaya,” he growled. “I’m not taking you out here for everyone to see.”
My nails dug deeper into his back, leaving marks of ownership. Lately, I noticed Radmir’s traits in myself. There was something deeply satisfying in having your man show everyone that he was taken, even if it seemed tacky. “We’re on a yacht in the middle of the Mediterranean Sea miles from Greece. Who would watch us?”
He walked down the stairs to our room and finally dropped me on the bed, while quickly removing his shorts. “You really think I’d have come here without making sure we are protected?” He raised his brow as if daring me to say otherwise to him.
Cocking my head, I studied the magnificent handsomeness of my man while I absorbed his information.
How could I have been so naïve? He was sovietnik of the Bratva after all!
After all the events that took place back in Moscow, we couldn't wait to go back home. Radmir gave me the choice to return to the States, and while I appreciated the gesture, we both understood that for a functioning relationship, we had to live in one country. He couldn't turn his back on the Bratva, plus Jake needed stability in his life. Michael and Vitya gave the keys back of our dream home, joking that they never took Radmir seriously anyway. As a result, he bought them a house next to us, so we had great neighbors. It had two floors, and the view opened onto the beautiful forest, so in the mornings, the birds singing would wake us up, which was so different from the traffic sounds of New York, but I loved it. My gallery was running smoothly with Connie’s supervision, and I made trips to the States twice a month to look over the new pictures and meet people. My possessive Russian usually went with me, while Jake stayed with Rosa, because we didn’t want him to miss school that he had started just recently.
Although the Bratva and my family each insisted on a huge-ass wedding to take place in each country, we refused and quickly married in Russia and had a small dinner. Radmir and I just had no desire for a party; maybe because all the dreams we had so many years ago were no longer valid. We’d both changed so much, and we valued our time together. I had no desire for all the wedding preparations. We just wanted to be together. This little vacation was sort of our honeymoon. We decided to roam around Europe on a yacht for two months and enjoy ourselves to the fullest.
We wouldn't have another opportunity for a long time.
“And by protected, you mean…?” I asked curiously, while he pushed his knee on the bed, dipping it slightly as he loomed above me, and I ended up flat on my back while his shoulders nudged my legs apart as he made room for himself.
“The Bratva’s byki are roaming on another boat some distance away from us, but close enough to help in case there is any danger. Where do you think all the food comes from?” He chuckled while closing his lips around my pointed nipple, and I moaned in pleasure, tugging on his hair as his hand pushed my hips to the bed, not allowing me to escape his sweet torture. He shifted to the other one, repeating the action and driving me crazy in the process. Every part of my body was electrified, and the lightest of touches evoked a deep need to have him inside me. “Sensitive aren't they?” His voice was smug, and if it wasn't for me feeling so good, I probably would have hugged his shoulders… but it would’ve meant him stopping. So I had to keep it for another time.
He slid down, kissing my stomach gently, pausing for a second. “How does my other favorite girl feel?” Warmth rushed through me as a small smile tugged at my lips.
“It could be a boy.” We found out about the baby right before the trip, because we needed a few shots, and I’d felt really tired lately. So they ran some tests and gave us the news. I could never forget the wonder, shock, and fear combined all at once on his face when I gave him the results. He hugged me close and rocked me for a while, his hand protectively laying over my stomach. At moments like those, my heart hurt painfully from all the moments we had lost with my first pregnancy, but maybe that was the reason it happened so fast for us again, since we didn't even plan it. A chance to finally experience it together in love, not loneliness and despair like the first time.
“A girl with your eyes.” He kissed my navel one last time, and then his breath fanned my core while he scratched my thigh with the beard he preferred not to shave on our getaway. I didn't mind one bit.
