she started to clutch at his shoulders and rock her hips, he slipped a pair of fingers inside her and rubbed her clitoris with his thumb. He bit down on her lower lip, just enough to make her gasp, and then kissed the slope of her jaw to the sensitive spot on her neck that he loved to torment. He sucked hard and scraped his teeth over her skin, giving her a love bite that would throb bright red for the rest of the morning.
It was the bite that sent her right over the edge. She scratched at his shoulder and buried her face against his throat as she came. Her little pants and the moan of ecstasy that escaped her mouth left him grinning wickedly. He loved driving her wild like this, loved making her come with the practiced skill of a man who knew all the secret’s to his woman’s body. She was his, only his, and he wanted her to always remember that he was the only one who could make her feel like this.
As she came down from her orgasmic high, he stroked her lush curves and kissed her tenderly. Her cheeks were flushed, and she had that sweet, relaxed smile that told him he’d done a good job. Brushing his thumb along her chin, he whispered, “ Ya tebya lyublyu. ”
She kissed his cheek. “I love you, too.”
When her small hands drifted toward his belt buckle, he gently stopped her. She glanced up at him with confusion. “But you—?”
“I’m fine.” He pressed his lips to her forehead. He was actually anything but fine. His cock ached and throbbed, but he knew what would happen if he made love to his wife the way he wanted. He would be mellowed out and relaxed and that simply wouldn’t do. Not with everything that had to be hammered out during the meeting today. “I’m already running late.”
Cupping his face, she forced him to meet her imploring gaze. “Promise me you’ll be careful today.”
He narrowed his eyes with suspicion. He had told her he was going out of town for business but he hadn’t given her any reason to worry. “You’ve been eavesdropping again.”
“No.” She quickly dropped her gaze. “Yes,” she admitted quietly. “I heard you and Kostya talking in the kitchen last night.”
“Vee…”
Lifting her gaze, she stared up at him, her expression one of pure anxiety. “Are you really going to sit down with Luka and my father and Hector Salas?”
“Vee.” He spoke her name with more force, shutting her down before she managed to ask too many questions. “You know my position on this issue.”
She pouted like a young child. “What happened to no secrets?”
“You’re pregnant,” he pointed out the obvious. “You don’t need the stress of worrying about these things. And I did tell you that I was going to meet with your father today.”
“But you didn’t say anything about Luka Beciraj!”
“Because I didn’t want you to worry like this.” He frowned down at her. “I knew you would get yourself worked up into a panic.”
“It’s so dangerous, Nikolai. Meeting with Luka and Hector and my dad? He’s still a wanted fugitive! Luka won’t be able to fly into this country without being flagged, and you know the DEA probably has their spies and snitches all over Hector’s business.”
Like an arrow, sadness pierced his heart. Hearing Vivian talk about the underworld in a way that made it clear she understood the angles and players upset him deeply. This wasn’t the life he had wanted for her. He remembered a time, before she had ever come to work at Samovar, when he had worked out an entire plan for her. He had mapped out the bright future she would have and all the ways he would help her achieve her full potential.
She was supposed to become a wildly successful artist who married a good man. She was supposed to have left behind the world of crime and danger when her father went to prison and she moved in with her grandparents.
She had become a wildly successful artist. She had a college degree. She had friends who loved her and was well-respected within
It was the bite that sent her right over the edge. She scratched at his shoulder and buried her face against his throat as she came. Her little pants and the moan of ecstasy that escaped her mouth left him grinning wickedly. He loved driving her wild like this, loved making her come with the practiced skill of a man who knew all the secret’s to his woman’s body. She was his, only his, and he wanted her to always remember that he was the only one who could make her feel like this.
As she came down from her orgasmic high, he stroked her lush curves and kissed her tenderly. Her cheeks were flushed, and she had that sweet, relaxed smile that told him he’d done a good job. Brushing his thumb along her chin, he whispered, “ Ya tebya lyublyu. ”
She kissed his cheek. “I love you, too.”
When her small hands drifted toward his belt buckle, he gently stopped her. She glanced up at him with confusion. “But you—?”
“I’m fine.” He pressed his lips to her forehead. He was actually anything but fine. His cock ached and throbbed, but he knew what would happen if he made love to his wife the way he wanted. He would be mellowed out and relaxed and that simply wouldn’t do. Not with everything that had to be hammered out during the meeting today. “I’m already running late.”
Cupping his face, she forced him to meet her imploring gaze. “Promise me you’ll be careful today.”
He narrowed his eyes with suspicion. He had told her he was going out of town for business but he hadn’t given her any reason to worry. “You’ve been eavesdropping again.”
“No.” She quickly dropped her gaze. “Yes,” she admitted quietly. “I heard you and Kostya talking in the kitchen last night.”
“Vee…”
Lifting her gaze, she stared up at him, her expression one of pure anxiety. “Are you really going to sit down with Luka and my father and Hector Salas?”
“Vee.” He spoke her name with more force, shutting her down before she managed to ask too many questions. “You know my position on this issue.”
She pouted like a young child. “What happened to no secrets?”
“You’re pregnant,” he pointed out the obvious. “You don’t need the stress of worrying about these things. And I did tell you that I was going to meet with your father today.”
“But you didn’t say anything about Luka Beciraj!”
“Because I didn’t want you to worry like this.” He frowned down at her. “I knew you would get yourself worked up into a panic.”
“It’s so dangerous, Nikolai. Meeting with Luka and Hector and my dad? He’s still a wanted fugitive! Luka won’t be able to fly into this country without being flagged, and you know the DEA probably has their spies and snitches all over Hector’s business.”
Like an arrow, sadness pierced his heart. Hearing Vivian talk about the underworld in a way that made it clear she understood the angles and players upset him deeply. This wasn’t the life he had wanted for her. He remembered a time, before she had ever come to work at Samovar, when he had worked out an entire plan for her. He had mapped out the bright future she would have and all the ways he would help her achieve her full potential.
She was supposed to become a wildly successful artist who married a good man. She was supposed to have left behind the world of crime and danger when her father went to prison and she moved in with her grandparents.
She had become a wildly successful artist. She had a college degree. She had friends who loved her and was well-respected within
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