48

Maxim
I get us on an afternoon flight to Chicago, and it’s evening by the time we get out of the cab back to the Kremlin. I’m downright chipper-so far from the mood I was in when I got on the plane yesterday to chase down my runaway bride.
I’m not foolish enough to believe her conquered, but she’s certainly getting tamer. Or maybe I’m fool enough to believe that just because I finally got my dick wet. I do know sex can turn men into idiots-Ravil is the prime example of that when he kidnapped his pregnant one night stand.
We take the elevator to the penthouse where we find Oleg walking out the door, smelling of Nikolai’s cologne.
“What’s this?” I ask. “Going to hear your girl play?”
Oleg gives a barely perceptible nod. Communicating with him is more a game of mind-reading than anything else.
“What girl? Play where?” Sasha touches Oleg’s meaty arm. “Oleg, you have a girlfriend?”
It’s an innocent touch, but some primitive part of me bristles at seeing her fingers on another man’s skin.
I catch her wrist to pull it away from Oleg and twist her arm behind her back. “What did I tell you?” I murmur in her ear. “No touching other men, caxapok. You wouldn’t want me to throat-punch Oleg-I think we all know I’m the guy who’d lose that fight.”
Sasha’s laugh is throaty. She squirms against my hold, but it’s only for show. She likes to be restrained, I can tell.
My dick gets chubby thinking of all the dirty things I want to do to her.
Oleg eyes us both doubtfully. Wariness is his usual state of being, even with us, his suitemates and bratva brothers.
I fill Sasha in. “Oleg goes to hear a local band every week. He’s sweet on the singer.”
My party girl lights up, turning those shining blue eyes on me. “Can we go?” She shifts her questioning gaze to Oleg then back at me.
My plans were definitely more like locking her in my bedroom again and never letting her out, but it’s impossible to refuse her after she showed me her sweet side. Ravishing my new bride again will have to wait.
I look at Oleg. “Is that all right with you?” Oleg ranks below me, but he’s our enforcer and can literally crush a man with his bare hands. I’m not about to fuck with him when a woman’s involved.
He stares at us for a moment then shrugs his muscled shoulders.
“Okay. We’ll meet you there. Rue’s Lounge?”
Oleg nods.
“Is it okay if we bring the whole gang?”
Oleg walks away.
Well, it wasn’t a no.
I wink at Sasha and flash my key card at our penthouse door.
“Our princess has been found!” Dima exclaims from his computer station in the living room. His twin sits on the couch with Pavel watching The Boys.
“Yes. Did you locate that shock collar to keep her from straying again?” I tease.
Sasha whirls on me to make sure I’m kidding, and I grin.
“Mudak.” She smacks me with the back of her hand. “You guys want to go see Oleg’s girlfriend play?”
I like that Sasha’s already playing social coordinator with my brothers. She’s not the shy violet waiting for me to take the lead. When she’s in a room, she owns it. I love it about her, but I have a feeling it will also cost me dearly at times.
Like every time she innocently touches another man.
“Yeah, I’ll go.” Dima answers first.
Pavel turns off the television. “Sure.” He gets up and Nikolai follows.
“What about Ravil and Lucy?” I ask.
“I think they’re occupied.” Nikolai waggles his brows, and the rest of us groan.
“Yeah…” I look at Sasha, wondering again why I agreed to this when I could have her naked in my bed by now.
“Give me twenty minutes,” she says, zipping off to my-our-bedroom suite.”
I glance at the guys before I follow. “Make it thirty-five.”
I catch Sasha in the closet where I tear her dress off her body. “Oh! Gospodi, Maxim.” She whirls to face me, her hands against my chest, her eyes wide with surprise.
It’s easy to forget she’s innocent, but I see it glimmer through her bravado now. There’s a touch of astonishment and nerves along with the excitement.
I trail my hand up her ass, my middle finger tracing along her g-string into her crack. I nuzzle her neck. “I want you again, lyubimaya. Are you too sore?”
Rather than answer, she drops to her knees and unbuttons my pants.
Fuck. I’m an asshole because I know that means she’s too sore, but I’m incapable of stopping that lush mouth from wrapping around my dick again. She pulls out my cock and fists it at the base, taking me deep into her mouth.
I tighten my fingers in her hair then force them to open and massage the back of her head instead. “Twice in one day. You make me feel like a fucking king.” My voice sounds two octaves deeper than usual.
Sasha’s blue gaze comes up to meet mine. She knows she’s a badass at giving head-I can tell by the blaze of glory in her eyes.
I gather her hair into a ponytail in the back to get the full view of her face. “So sweet… so fucking good.” My head drops back. I’m babbling now, surrendering to the delicious sensations of her tongue swirling beneath my cock, her cheeks hollowing out to suck me hard. “I won’t last long, lyubimaya.” I don’t know when she became my love. One minute she was a pain in my ass, now she’s becoming my whole world.
My thighs start to shake. I can’t help myself, I start to direct, pulling her mouth over me faster, thrusting into her throat. I close my eyes, letting the pressure build, the pleasure intensifying.
“Fuck, Sasha,” I curse. “I’m going to come.”
Like last time, she doesn’t pull off, instead sucks harder and faster. I shout and come and she takes it, swallowing it all down before she comes off with a saucy smile.
I zip and pull her up to kiss hard, walking her backward until her ass hits the wall. “You want my mouth on you now, sugar?”
I see hunger and need on her face, but she shakes her head. “Rain check.”
I nuzzle her neck and slip my hand into one of her bra cups. “I’m sorry if I was too rough with you this morning.”
“You were perfect,” she murmurs.
I tip her chin up to kiss her again. I want to consume her. Own her so fully she never runs from me. Make her fall in love.
Damn. That’s it, isn’t it? I want my wife to fall in love with me.
How in the fuck did that happen? When did that happen?
“Come on, I don’t want to miss Oleg’s girlfriend play.” Sasha pushes gently at my chest. I steal one more kiss before I release her.
“Sing,” I correct because the woman he likes is the singer in the band. “She’s not his girlfriend. Just a girl he likes. Maybe you can help him get her number. He seemed like he was going to bash my face in the last time when I tried to talk to her on his behalf.”
“Ooh, this is going to be fun.” Sasha digs through her suitcases, pulling out a pair of skinny jeans and a hot bustier. A pair of high heels completes the outfit.
I change my shirt and watch her flit about the room and bathroom getting ready. I don’t know why I’m so fascinated by every move she makes. Her quick application of make up. The brushing of her thick hair. Rolling a scent on her wrists and throat. I catch her wrist and bring it to my nose. It’s nothing cloying-not some chemical perfume smell that will make me want to shower after she hugs me. It’s a warm citrus scent that makes me want to eat her up.
“Ready?”
“I was born ready.” She tosses that saucy grin at me, and I scoop my forearm under her ass, scooping her up to straddle me. She shrieks as I carry her out the bedroom door and into the suite where Dima, Nikolai and Pavel wait.
Dima flicks a brow. “I won.”
“Won what?” I ease Sasha down to her feet and loop an arm around her waist.
“The bet. They didn’t think you’d, um, convince Sasha to stay in less time than it took Ravil to keep Lucy from running.”
“I will throat punch all of you,” I warn, tugging Sasha past the assholes and out the door. “Ignore them,” I tell her. “We both know I’ve won nothing yet.”