Belle’s POV
“Nobozy leefs ze khouse vizout my purmission. Beby, opyen yor lyegs, I’m going to yeat yuhr poosy. Don’t mek me repeat myself. Yend of!” I say with all my conviction, impersonating Nikolai’s Russian accent-my most favorite accent in the world. He has been teasing me about my pouty lips whenever I was mad at him and his brother and so I thought I could tease him with his accent in return.
“Do I really sound like that?” Nikolai said, wrinkling his eyebrows to a furrow.
“Yeez. Espeecially ven Mr. Volkov is mad. Peepl olveys obey or zey die.” I retorted.
Alexei snickered and then winked at me playfully. Even the old man trimming Nikolai’s hair has a small smile on his face while listening to us. Apparently, this same man was Papa Vyacheslav’s and Papa Viktor’s barber. When he decided to retire from the busy life in New York, Nikolai gave him this place and enough money to get by until the remaining days of his life.
I felt my face heat up when I realized that he actually heard me. I really thought all this time he was deaf because of old age. When we first entered his little shop, the second he saw Nikolai and Alexei, his face lit up like remembering a dear old friend or a family. My husbands shook his hand but I never heard a single word from him so I assumed he could not hear a single word that we are saying.
The old man took a small container of what looks like wax pomade, dug a finger in, rubbed his palms together and then carefully applied it on Nikolai’s hair. He flicked his dark brown hair towards the front of his face then flicked it to the back of Nikolai’s head. He then brushes the now shiny hair with his fingers and finishes with a fine-tooth comb for a sleek finish. Now my husband looks like a villain–a very hot and romantic villain.
Alexei on the other hand looks like a man fresh from a magazine cover. Since his hair is wavier than his brother, it was tousled to the side creating volume for a more rugged look which I must say really suits his personality.
Nikolai pulled me towards him, “Are you mocking me Arabella?” He asked playfully while smelling my hair and neck.
“The accent is part of why I am so attracted to you and your brother, Nikolai.” I answered as a matter of factly. “Come let’s take a picture.” I took a picture of us using his phone but I had to do it twice because his hand was cupping my breast on the first shot.
And then I scooted over towards Alexei and sat on his lap. He handed me his phone and I took the picture with his face nuzzling my neck, his hand crawling beneath my shirt squeezing my breast.
I took pictures of us wherever we went and whenever possible. This is actually the first time that we are doing normal things like normal people in a relationship. Just the three of us without bodyguards tailing or surrounding us, we strolled in the sidewalk, held hands, laughed and kissed without a care to the world. We went to church and heard mass, we ate sandwiches and soda in the park, we went to a small art gallery where paintings of a local artist were on display.
We even went grocery shopping using some of the coupons I cut from the magazine in the barbershop. We paid cash and not the usual numerous credit cards we had. I was so happy, I felt like a permanent smile was plastered on my face. This was the honeymoon we’ve never had.
And then we ate dinner in the kitchen of a small restaurant because the place was already fully booked on a Friday night. Nikolai did not want to make a fuss about our presence so we came in through the back entrance. It was undeniably the best seat in the restaurant. It was a bit chaotic but at the same time I felt like we were inside a movie where the real action was taking place. Plus, we got to taste literally almost all the European fusion food on their menu.
Of course, being with the two had always been an adventure, so I wasn’t surprised when we got kicked out by an angry gay manager because he caught us shamelessly having sex in the cinema like teenagers. We ran out scampering to put our clothes on and went inside our car. Unfortunately for Nikolai, he wasn’t able to finish so his flagpole was standing erect the whole time we were running for our lives, so to speak.
I made him pull over a secluded spot and ordered him to pull back his seat to make room for me. Alexei and I made eye contact before he went out and smoked his cigar, relaxing like a rock star on the hood of the car. He was able to finish touching me before we got caught by the manager so the smile of satisfaction is painted all over his face. His brother’s face however was a different story.
I clutched Nikolai’s hard member, rubbing it gently and then slowly straddled him to fill me. I slapped him on his face because I know for some wicked reason, he gets a certain kick of pleasure when I that.
As a reaction, his hand instantly wrapped around my neck choking me. His dark green eyes turned even darker and I know I already got him.
“You like that don’t you baby? Huh?”
“I want more.” I answered under my breath.
“My dirty slut wants more.” Nikolai said tightening his grip around my neck. This made me gasp for air, momentary panic seeped through me but then like a switch, it turned me on even more.
I rode Nikolai gently at first, slowly bouncing up and down. My Obgyn would definitely not be happy about this. To be fair, I almost lost my life last night, I know I deserve this.
Nikolai’s manhood sliced through my inner walls as I sit and thrust myself deeper and harder. He groaned, fanning my ear with his breath every time I push myself to him. I am now in control of this man’s pleasure and I am savoring every second of it.
He bites my neck, down to my breasts and my now perked nipples. He groped and nibbled every inch of me like an angry wolf.
A moan escaped my mouth when I felt my flesh pulsate, feeling the pain of his teeth against my skin. I know he heard me but Nikolai did not stop, instead he devours me furiously. He is way into deep and I am not about to stop him from taking his pleasure.
This time, I bounced on top of him faster and deeper. Nikolai’s head falls back, his eyes are closed but his hands are now around my hips, fingers dug on my skin. His member buried inside me as he takes control of my rhythm. I know he is going to come.
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The three of us are now snuggling under the moonlight outside the cabin. We brought pillows, sheets and blanket outside because we decided to camp out. I took the chance to ask Nikolai about what’s going on in New York and it did not go well. As usual, he just blamed himself for what happened to me. I know he also blames himself for the death of Yelena and what happened last night somehow relived that guilt in my husband’s mind. He zoned out, his eyes turned dark so I held his face to look me in the eye.
“Nikolai, what happened to me last night was not your fault. You cannot control what people think let alone do. What you can control is how you react to it. Be Volkov. Do what you always do best.”
Somehow the darkness in his eyes slowly dissipated, “You and Alexei saved and protected me and our babies last night. You always did that. You saved me god knows how many times before.”
“Why do you love me? I don’t deserve you at all. Alexei– Alexei does.”
There it is again. He has said this to me before. He thinks that he’s not worthy of my love. After all we have been through.
“You and I deserve each other Nikolai. You love me like crazy and I love you back like crazy. Plus, the sex is amazing, I mean….” I looked at the Cadillac now parked in the driveway with all the windows open.
“I don’t think the Albanian will appreciate it if his car smelled like fresh sex when we return it to him.” Alexei said while pissing a plant. And I’m pretty sure he heard his brother that’s why he took it upon himself to lighten up the mood. Alexei, you are amazing. Thank you.
Nikolai’s face lit up over the thought of returning the car without having it washed first. Just to rub it in with Artan. My goodness.
“I love you Arabella.” Nikolai whispered. “We will keep you safe the best way we know. I’d rather not talk about the details unless-”
“No, I don’t want to know. Just do what you need to do. Protect the family–our family.” I said while running my palm on my protruding abdomen.
I have long accepted my life with the Russian Mafia Boss and Underboss. They do things their way in the underworld. I know the situation will get worse before it even gets better and I’m going to have their backs all throughout.
“Just make sure at the end of each day, you both come home to me alive. Promise me?” I continued.
“I will come home alive and craving for you every day.” Alexei answered.
“I will come home alive and horny every day.” Nikolai answered.
Part of me wants to get mad at them for taking lightly my plead to come home alive but part of me also believes that they are a hundred percent serious about coming home craving and horny for me.
To be continued…