“So, you like it?” His voice is almost nervous, as though every piece of jewelry he’s already bought me hasn’t been stunning.
“Of course I do. It’s better than the treat I thought I was getting,” I tell him in awe, unable to take my gaze off him.
“What treat were you expecting?” His hungry gaze tells me he already knows.
“I was hoping for a man on his knees between my thighs.” I sigh wistfully. “But aring is good too.”
“Why not both?” His husky voice sends shivers down my spine.
I part my legs slightly, playing with the hem of my shorts. He’s between my thighs, lapping at my slit in the blink of an eye. I have to lean against a tree for support. His tongue sends me over the edge in record time. When he continues after my release, I have to pry him away to catch my breath.
“Come on,” I tell him as I pull him to his feet. “We have a meeting with Stefan, Roman, and Pyotr about the new use of the ports.”
He sighs as though running his criminal operation is an inconvenience.
“I thought you were a work-oriented man. I didn’t marry some lazy guy!” I frown at him.
“I used to be. Now anything that isn’t my wife is a chore,” he whines.
And despite the absurdity of the sentence, it makes my heart burst. Because I finally have a man who loves me.
Epilogue II
Dominic
The house before me is normal in every single way. It’s unassuming and boring. The colors are dull, the lawn maintained, and the paint chipped. It’s similar to every house surrounding it.
It evades me why my brother chooses to live here.
Bash moved out of his penthouse abruptly six years ago into this downgrade. The middle-class suburb is well beneath him. But he’s never seemed happier.
Katerina knocks on the door while Nik and I stand awkwardly behind her. This visit is an unusual one, but my wife insisted on making my youngest brother feel accepted.
Bash opens the door with a look of confusion.
“What are you guys doing here?” His voice is cautious but happy. My little brother loves his family and enjoys being around us.
Out of the four of us, he’s the most reasonable. The most morally sound, besides the hacking he does. For that reason, hedoesn’t look out of place in this neighborhood, unlike the three of us.
“We wanted to stop by and discuss some things,” my wife says lightly. She has a sweet smile on her face, perfectly masking her ambush.
“About the Syndicate?” His confusion is clear. We’ve never been here before. He’s always come to us for Syndicate matters.
“Mmmm,” my wife noises uncommittedly.
“Well, come on up to my office.” We follow him up two flights of stairs to an open third floor. There are multiple desks with monitors on them. Bookshelves full of books and Legos. TV screens mounted on walls, with framed puzzles under them. All of them with pictures of animals on them. But the oddest thing of all are the telescopes lined against the wall of windows facing his neighbor’s house.
“What can I help you with?” He asks cheerfully, and I internally wince. Poor guy has no clue.
“Bash, we wanted to introduce you to my guard and best friend, Nikolai.” My wife steps aside to reveal Nik.
I eye him, trying to see what Bash does. He’s tall and strong. His hair is thick and light, and his eyes blue. They’re not as beautiful and icy as Katerina’s though.
“Hi, Nikolai,” Bash says with a smile. He reaches forward and offers his hand. They shake.
I can’t tell whether Bash is happy because that’s his usual demeanor, or if it’s because he likes how Nik looks.
Katerina stands next to them smiling wide. I know she feels protective of Nik and wants to include Bash in that.
