When she stilled, I breathed a heavy sigh and climbed off the bed. I had a meeting with my father soon and needed to get ready. Despite what had happened with Ivan, I still needed to fight for Marisha with him. Her family's treachery wasn’t so easily forgiven, unfortunately, but I wasn’t too concerned that I couldn’t win his approval. Especially with my mother on my side. She had spurned me onward, to bring Marisha ‘home’. I would have saved her, with or without her urging, but her acceptance would go a long way in softening my father’s heart.
I gave one last look at her in my bed, the quirk of a smile catching at the edge of my mouth at the welcome sight and then I slipped into the attached bathroom. I turned on the shower and undressed before slipping under the hot water. Blood and sweat sloughed from my body, trailing down between my toes to finally wash away.
But the haunting look in Marisha’s eyes would not be so easily shed. The years of horror at Ivan’s hands could not be rinsed away with tap water and soap. The thought sobered me, the need to continue saving her blooming inside my body like a wild garden. I was a man lost in love. When Nikolai found out, he’d give me hell.
I focused back on the water, its temperature so hot that it scorched through me.
My bathroom was dressed in dark marble and gray slate, the large shower head fixed into the center of the ceiling, and I stood under it now; eyes closed and face tipped towards the stream, shoulders aching, knuckles broken, bruising cascading down my ribs, and I smiled. I needed to focus, to be in complete control before the meeting with my father, butshewas in my bed with her red curls and pale beauty.
Ivan was gone and Marisha was finally mine. We would have a future together after all.
I didn’t need to wait for my father to retire, I already felt like the Bratva king.
Silky soft hands slid around my waist and I looked down and opened my eyes as a naked Marisha snaked around the front of my body, her hands tenderly touching each bruise. She dropped slowly to her knees, the water cascading down her naked body, flattening her red hair as she stared up at me. Her lashes grew dark as the water soaked into them, trailing down her pale features and dripping over her full pink mouth.
For a split second, all I could see were the bruises across her body, fresh anger entering my bloodstream, but then she gave me a soft, knowing look. Her eyes full of pure desire, unbridled need. The rage melted away.
The threat of Ivan was gone.
And I needed the feel of her, just as she so obviously needed the feel of me too.
I hardened as she moved her face to my body, her hot breath drawing close to my cock, but she moved her lips away from it, instead pressing a kiss to a bruise on the top of my thigh. A rumble left my throat as she pressed a hand to my hard stomach, her mouth and fingertips teasing along my ridges of muscles until it found another bruise and she placed a soft kiss against it.
My hands dropped to her head, to smooth the wet hair back from her face and a sigh left my lips as she kneeled up higher, placing her soft lips against a large purple bruise on my ribs. I watched her move around my body, hands and lips tentatively touching against cuts and bruises, stroking against these insignificant marks like she could kiss each of them away. She started low on my body, working from front to back and then to my front again, making sure not to miss a single injury from her tender assault.
Finally, she was standing in front of me, naked and soaked through. Her eyes staring into mine intently as the shower water continued to pound down on the both of us. My hands reached out to wrap around her, pulling her slender body up against mine, before pressing my lips to hers.
We kissed for what felt like hours, tongues entwined, hands roaming over one another, free to take as long as we liked now. No worry that we would be caught. No hurried touches because we could be seen at any moment. No, we were slow in our exploration, navigating each other's bodies, seeking out the parts that made us gasp, the parts that made us cry out, and the parts that almost brought us both to our knees.
I scooped her up in one swift movement, and her legs automatically wrapped around me, hungry to be closer than touches and kisses could ever be. My hands cupped her ass, before seeking out my hard cock to push up inside of her waiting body. She slid onto it with ease, the water and her body's own eagerness for me making the feat one without struggle.
Marisha gasped into my mouth as I filled her, stretching her body wide as my cock sought to find the spot that would make her cum for me. I walked us towards the tile wall, pressing her against it as I rocked my hips back and forth, sliding in and out of her warmth, the splash of water on my back, trailing between us.
Her gaze was hooded as she stared up at me, open-mouthed, hands gripping tightly to my shoulders as I rocked into her over and over. Her nipples were hard, her body clinging to me as we fucked like never before. Taking our time, seeking out each other’s pleasure, until finally I came in long hot spurts, dousing her insides as she tightened around me and mercifully called out my name.
I gently washed her under the soothing water, caressing soap across her pale damaged skin, and then carried her to my bed. Laying her still-wet body down amongst the soft covers, I pushed her legs apart and nestled myself between them.
“Are you sure that you still want me,” she said as my fingers gently probed between her thighs. She gasped as I pushed two fingers inside her.
“What do you think?” I growled, my fingers strumming her insides and making her arch her back.
“I just worry,” she said on a sigh, “now that you can have me, maybe you won’t want me anymore. Maybe…” she called out as I removed my fingers and pushed my hard cock inside of her in one swift thrust.
“You worry too much, Marisha,” I groaned, leaning down to suck on her hard nipple.
Her hands buried themselves in my hair as I thrust into her slowly, taking my time with her body.
She writhed underneath me, seeking more friction. “But what if…”
“Marisha,” I growled, releasing her rosebud nipple with a pop. I looked up into her face, my hands gripping her hips to hold her still. “Stop worrying. You’re mine forever now, and no one is going to take you away from me.”
She smiled up at me, some of the fear finally leaving her eyes. “Okay,” she said on a gasp as I ground myself into her.
I held her hips firmly, sliding myself out of her body and then slamming myself back inside her warmth. Her back arched and she called my name out loudly again and I chuckled, having every intention of making her wildly scream my name repeatedly before the day was out.
*
My father was pacing his office, his features troubled as I gave him all the information I had on Ivan. Decatur stood in the corner; he’d given his information and was waiting to see what else might be required of him. I wasn’t concerned for him; he was more than safe. He’d shown his loyalty to us without question and he would be well rewarded for it.
