“You wouldn’t like the details.”
“Because you were with someone else?” A small frown appears on her face. “If you’re going to visit whores, I suggest you take your pillow and beg them to let you sleep in their beds. Because you’re not sleeping in mine.”
My lips twitch with a smile as I peel off the sheets on my side of the bed, lying down next to her warm body. “Come here, Cecilia.”
“I’m serious.” She sits up but still leans into me, bathing me in her delicious heat. “You come home at two in the morning and truly expect me not to ask any questions? Whenever you leave me, I don’t even know if you’re coming back…”
I suppress a groan, her words hitting like invisible bullets. I’ve been a complete ass by leaving her to her own devices so many times. I wrap my arm around her, pulling her into my chest as I relish in her familiar, intoxicating scent. “I stopped going to whores the second I stepped foot in San Maleno and saw your face.”
Without giving her the chance to protest again, I pull out my phone and tap the screen on the video I took at the warehouse. Immediately, Sergei’s beaten-up face shows up. He’s on his knees, piss leaking from his pants as he looks up to the camera.
Cecilia stiffens next to me. “What is this?”
“She can’t hear you, Pissy Willy,” Rodion laughs, his voice a low echo in the empty space. “We left your vocal cords intact for a reason.”
Niko walks behind Sergei, pulling his head back. “Again,” he orders.
I crouch, filming him from an angle that’s almost cinematic, as if I’m aiming for an Oscar.
“I’m—” Sergei swallows his phlegm. “Sorry for what I said. I’m sorry, Cecilia.”
“Attaboy.” I pat his cheek and then kick his chest with my boot. He crashes onto his back, hitting the concrete.
The video ends there, and I toss my phone away on the nightstand. “Wanted you to see that before you went to bed. Sorry I took longer than I intended. I do get carried away sometimes.”
“Mikhail…” she groans. “You can’t just kill someone because they look at me the wrong way or say something disrespectful.”
“Obviously, I can. I did.”
With a swift motion, she straddles me, pussy centered on my cock. My eyes flutter closed as I wrap my hands around her ass.Fuck.
“Listen to me,” she says in a serious tone, “I understand people die in this business. It’s not like any of them are good people. But I don’t want their deaths on my conscience. I’m Catholic.”
I pry her ass cheeks apart, causing a whimper to erupt from her chest.
“A horny one at that,” I murmur. “What’s your safe word?” I caress her beautiful face, pushing a lock of hair behind her ear.
“Malachite…”
“Mmhm.” I push her panties to the side, a pool of wetness welcoming my fingers. I grunt, and she buries her head in thecrook of my neck, her sweet orange blossom scent seeping into my pores. Goddamn.
“I like this, you know? You waiting for me in a warm bed, with your cunt all wet and your jealous little protests. Could get used to it.”
“I’m not jealous,” she breathes out, grinding her opening against my fingers. “But like I said before, if you’re going to cheat on me, so will I. It’s only fair.”
“And likeIsaid before, I’ll kill any asshole who gets too close to my wife. You’d have a long list of men on your Catholic conscience then.”
“Women too, perhaps,” she says.
I chuckle. Placing a kiss on her neck, I pull my briefs down and remove my fingers from her pussy, letting her sit directly on my bare skin. We both groan at the silky feel of each other.
“I don’t want you to do it,” she says, her breath stuttering. “Don’t sleep with other women. You said I could ask for anything, so here I am. Asking.”
As her words register, my heart pumps so hard, I swear, it’s going to jump out of my fucking chest. “So you are jealous, then. Hmm?”
She glides across the length of my cock, warm and sloppy, making it hard to contain myself.
“Of course I am!” she breathes out. “I’m jealous of Rodion and Niko for spending so much time with you. I’m jealous of your family for knowing you better than I do, for longer than I have. I’m jealous of the air you breathe sometimes. Breathemein. Letmein.”
