7
Four long years I craved him, cursing my age, wishing I were a little older, a little wiser, and a whole lot fuller around the thighs. We women were rarely happy with what we got. Too thin, too thick, small breasts, big breasts, big bottom, flat bottom, you name it, we found fault with our bodies.
But Nikola didn’t seem to care about small breasts or a thin body, or that he was almost twice my age, or that I had Daddy issues, and he called to me like Hercules, the warrior who’d save me from life’s dreadful question: Who would my uncle pair me with?
My uncle had picked one Italian, not a bad-looking man, but he was no Nikola, and so I made my move. My friends and I crashed Nikola’s birthday party, and the rest unfolded as it had, and today, now, he licked between my legs, stroking my back hole, promising he’d violate that part of me too. He could have any holes he wished. I was his.
He prowled over me, all wide shoulders and tattooed belly, dark eyes and agile fingers that liked to close over my throat, sometimes squeeze, sometimes just stroke my skin and tease me until my panties grew wet and I ached. I ached now.
His thumb stroked my throat, his lips sucked my nipples, making the throb down there pulse with desire. I lifted my body, seeking his, only then realizing he still wore his pants. I reached between us and unsnapped the top button, then lowered the zipper. He took himself out and paused, looking down his body, aiming his wide, red mushroom tip at my entrance. Slowly, he penetrated my virgin place.
I closed my eyes.
The feel of his smooth thickness made me throw my head back and moan with both pain and pleasure as he stretched me. I concentrated on the sounds of his breathing, almost like growling, though not quite, nevertheless primal, arousing. His tongue flicked my nipples, his fingers rolled them and tweaked, but then he lay atop me. His warm palms cradled my face, making me open my eyes and watch him slowly move over me. He stopped when nestled inside me to the hilt.
Expressive and calculating, his dark eyes bore down into me, making it difficult to maintain eye contact with him. It was as if he was trying to see inside my soul, uncover my secrets and make me share them. I slid my gaze to his mouth and lifted my head so I could nip his bottom lip, noticing his pacing increased, his breaths coming out louder, more growly, more primal, and the way he was fucking me overwhelmed me with emotions of a sort I didn’t recognize.
Tears slid down my cheeks. He wiped them, never asking if it hurt. Perhaps he knew it both didn’t and did, and I fell in love with him all over again for not stopping to check if I cried because of pain. I wanted him and cried out… Joy, this, him inside me was finally happening.
He did something, maybe shifted his lower half, I didn’t know what, but suddenly, my clit rubbed his pelvis, and I gasped as the orgasm seized my body, making my channel contract, mylegs shake, the small hairs on my arms stand on end. Blissfully happy, legs falling to the side, I sighed, thinking it was done.
But no.
Nikola grabbed one of my ass cheeks and pulled, spreading me, lifting the lower half of my body in a way that gave him deeper access, and my eyes flew open, mouth agape. “Ooo,” I said.
He smirked and withdrew all the way, then plunged back in, pausing once seated inside, grinding his pelvis against my clit. He kept moving like that until I came again, followed by a forceful jet of cum that would surely find the egg to fertilize.
8
In the evening, hand behind my head, I lay in my bed, my girl sprawled over half my body. While she slept, I took a lock of her hair and rolled it between my fingertips. Normally, when I needed to make a big decision, one that could cost me the lives of my men, I would retreat onto my patio and think about the possible scenarios, then find the path of least resistance for moving the family business forward.
Tonight, I didn’t feel the need to retreat. I found peace and quiet here with the girl who sought refuge in my arms. This made me violently protective and antagonistic toward Mikhail, whom I’d always regarded as an ally, sometimes even a friend, though I didn’t usually throw around that word. A friend was someone I trusted completely. Someone like Ludi, who was also my cousin.
And now we had a new family member, a girl with expectations of what I could do. What to do, what to do… I pursed my lips, stared at the ceiling. Mikhail issued an order to take down at least one of the Italians I had dealt with. I presumed he’d send his man on it, like I’d send Ludi. Or he would send out several men after several people. However he didthe kills, the Italians would either point fingers at each other or at me.
Likely me.
Therefore, the bosses with whom I negotiated had to stay. The easiest way to deal with this was to warn them of the Russians. I didn’t like easy. Easy wouldn’t get this job done right. Besides, I couldn’t warn them about the Russians, not only because Lana would become my wife, thereby tying me to the Russians, but also because Mikhail had sent a man to tell me, in his own twisted way, that he was moving against the Italians in New York.
Other than Lana, I had no source to double-check on this, and while I’d rather have more information before I made a decision and issued orders on my end, I would have to trust her. I needed to see Mikhail in his own element surrounded with his people. I needed to gauge his mood, which would likely be murderous. Okay, then.
I glanced at Lana’s pretty face, turned up and resting on my shoulder. Lips parted, she slept like the dead.
I wiggled my shoulder.
Her head slid and thumped onto the pillow.
Blue eyes blinked and saw me, and she turned on her belly, facing the other side of the bed, pulling on the covers as if intending to sleep through the night. I yanked the covers back and slapped her bare ass. “Let’s go.”
“Whaaa…”
I leapt out of bed and took a quick shower before I walked back into the bedroom to find her sleeping.
Because I enjoyed a bit of evil every now and then—or often—I crouched beside her and bellowed, “Lana!”
Eyelids snapped up, and Lana rolled three times to reach my side of the bed, then sat up, blue eyes wide and frightened. “What’s wrong?”
Her little tits on display made me hard again, but that was neither here nor there right now. I wanted to tweak and torture them.Not now. Jesus.
