I don’t wait for her to respond; I just start stripping her slowly. She stands there, watching me watch her. I make sure the water streaming from the shower faucet is warm before I pull her in with me. Her body looks ripe and perfect. The soft swell of her belly, the juicy fullness of her breasts—she looks like Venus coming out of her seashell.
Her hands float over my body the same way they did this morning. Except this time, she lathers me up, rubs the soap into my body before rinsing it off again. By the time she’s finished, I’m rock hard and ready to plunge myself into her.
But when I try, she stops me. “No,” she says softly and a little self-consciously. “Not yet.”
Then, with rivulets of water running down her face and body, she gets on her knees in front of me and starts sucking me off.
“Fuck,” I moan as she takes me in the throat.
There’s a confidence about her today that I haven’t seen before. I get it, though—I feel high, too.
We’re close. We’re so fucking close.
She plays with my balls as she keeps sucking on my cock, pulling me in so deep that at times I genuinely think I’ll lose control and come in her mouth. After the second time she gags on my cock, I pull out of her mouth and force her back onto her feet.
“I’m not waiting for you another goddamn second, narushitel,” I growl in her ear. “Because I’m gonna die if I don’t bury myself in you right now.” Then I spin her around and push her against the glass wall of the shower.
I can see our silhouettes reflected in the mirror. Her breasts are pushed up against the glass, one cheek pushing her lips into a twisted smile. I push inside her slowly while she lets out a strangled little moan.
Then I fuck her slowly, watching my length disappear inside of her before I slide back out again. Her silky hair is sopping wet, hanging down her back in thick ropes. I stare, mesmerized, as the water runs down her spine and down towards where our bodies meet. She’s a work of art and I’m the only one who gets to enjoy her.
Is there any other man alive this lucky?
I keep one hand on her hip while the other wraps around her waist and I watch us in the mirror as we crash together again and again. Every thrust draws new, sputtering words from her lips.
“Yes, yes… fuck me, Uri… just take me… yes…”
Between the nap I had this morning and this right now, I’ve never felt more powerful. I feel like I can do anything. I pull out of her, twist her around, and before I can even tell her what I want, she drops to her knees as I paint her chest with my cum. She takes it all, head tilted back as the shower water and my seed descend on her.
I milk myself dry, but when her tongue darts out to catch a drop of the sticky whiteness from the side of her lips, I’m practically ready to go all over again.
“You’re a dream I never want to wake up from,” I murmur to her as I help her back to her feet.
She keeps that same shy, freshly-fucked smile on her face as I clean her from head to toe. When we’re both clean again and I turn the water off, she lets out a deep, contented sigh that I feel inside my chest.
How did I let this happen? I wonder.
This estate, my siblings, the Bratva—those things have always been my safe place. Those were the things that I considered home.
Now, when I think of home, all I see is her.
28
URI
I walk out of the bathroom to find my phone ringing on my desk. The number is listed as private but I answer it anyway. I have a feeling who it might be, and as soon as I hear the voice on the other end, my hunch is proven right.
“Hello, cousin. I have some good news for you.” Dimiv is giddy with excitement. Say what you will about the man’s methods—his enemies surely aren’t a fan of them—but he gets results. “I tracked down a location for Drozdov. An address where he’s rumored to keep his purchases. A storehouse of sorts, you might call it.”
I’m holding the phone so tight it’s in danger of cracking to pieces in my hands. “Tell me.”
“I’ll tell you in person when you scoop me from International Arrivals. But I’m sweating my balls off in this hellhole of a country, so hurry the fuck up, man.”
“You flew all the way here?” I ask in surprise.
Dimiv snorts. “Some fucker steals my baby cousin and tries to sell her into sex slavery? You bet your ass I flew in. You and Nikolai need me.”
“You’re a good man, Dimiv.” I’m already striding through the house and snatching keys from the pinboard by the garage. “On my way.”