Mikhail
I trail kisses down her stomach, and her skin flushes under my touch. She trembles with anticipation as I run my hands over the smoothness of her thighs, pushing them apart. My tongue makes a thin wet line that leads to her soaked pussy. I breathe in her scent, feeling the pulse between her legs.
Maria gasps as my tongue dips into her. I lick her slowly. Every moan, every gasp is an aphrodisiac to me. The taste of Maria is intoxicating, and I grow harder, possessing her like this. Her fingers dig into my shoulders, urging me on. She’s so close, and then she shouts.
With quick hands, I undo my pants and free my hard cock. Maria takes me in her mouth, sucking gently, and I feel like the world has slowed to a stop. Her hands grip my hips, pulling me deeper into her mouth. The sensation is overwhelming, and I don’t know if I can take it as my moans quicken. I grip the headboard to keep from losing control completely.
“Fuck, Maria,” I groan. She looks up at me seductively, her lips wrapped around my cock. “You’re amazing.”
She stops and pushes me flat on the bed, climbing on top of me. She’s so wet, so ready for me. She positions herself at her entrance and pushes in deeply, throwing her head back as she goes down. I feel her stretch tight around me, and we move together, lost in the heat of the moment. The room is noisy with grunts and moans, our bodies slapping together in rhythm. Her warm pussy clenches around me, and she tosses her head wildly as she rides me.
“Oh my God, Mikhail,” she pants. “I want you so bad.” Her fingers dig into my shoulders as she comes.
I follow her, crashing over the edge; my hips thrust hard as I hold her hips. My fingers leave imprints on her sweet flesh as Irelease inside her. We collapse together, side by side, breathing heavily, and I whisper,
“I’ll never let you go.”
Maria lays her head on my chest, and I stroke her hair, feeling the softness of it against my chin. It’s dark outside, and I can see nothing but blackness outside between the curtains. I move to get up to close them, but she holds me still. The smell of sweat and sex lingers, and I inhale deeply as I fully relax.
“You know I love you,” I whisper, nuzzling her wild auburn hair.
Maria lifts her head, and her eyes search mine. “I know we agreed not to talk about it,” she hesitates as I tense under her, “but Uncle Vito and you could get Mercy back together.”
“I can’t involve him in this.” My voice is firm, but the disappointment on her face cuts me. We lie together in silence for a while. Then, she sits up suddenly, her eyes flashing with renewed determination.
“But he’s my family, Mikhail,” she pleads. “He’ll help us.”
I pull away from her touch. “Vito is your uncle, but he’s also my enemy. If anything were to happen to Mercy …” The thought of it makes my stomach turn.
“But you can save her together,” she insists.
I shake my head, moving away to the side of the bed. “This is bigger than us, Maria. This is about the Bratva, and I have to see it through alone.”
“Tell me,” she says, anger deepening her voice, “why won’t you really ask for Lanzzare help? Mercy could use all the help we can get.”
I sigh. “It’s not that simple, Maria. The Lanzzare and the Ivanov … we have a complicated history. You heard your father’s story. You know what I’ve told you.”
“Isn’t that what family is?” she challenges. “A tangled mess of love, honor, and loyalty? You don’t have to get along to be family.”
“It’s more than that,” I confess, looking away from her stare. “But even if we put our differences aside, Vito’s involvement could make things worse. If he helps us, his enemies become our enemies.”
“His enemies are already our enemies, Mikhail.” Her voice is tinged with frustration. “And if we don’t find Mercy soon, this can only get worse. We can’t do this alone. We need help-whether it’s from Vito or someone else.”
“Maria, I-” I start to protest, but she cuts me off.
“Please, just think about it.” She places her hand on her belly, beginning to show a small bump. “For our baby’s sake.”
The mention of our unborn child catches me off guard, and I can feel my resolve crumbling. It’s true; I would do anything for our child, even if it means swallowing my pride and accepting help from an enemy I’d rather see dead.
“Put your hand on my belly,” she whispers, gently guiding my hand to rest where hers is. “Promise me you’ll do whatever it takes to protect us.”
As I lay my hand on her belly, feeling the warmth beneath my fingertips, a powerful surge of emotion latches onto me. My love for Maria and our child is overwhelming, and I must do everything in my power to keep them safe.
“I promise,” I say quietly, taking my hand away. “I’ll talk to Vito.” As the weight of her words sinks in, a chill covers my bare skin. I’ve surrendered to Maria’s emotional blackmail. She used our unborn child to sway me. How far will she go to get what she wants?
“Thank you,” she murmurs, pulling the covers over her. “We’ll get through this. I know we will. We’re stronger together, Mikhail.”