Katya
Tempting Alex had become a very bad habit.
From the first day when he’d given my body that slow sensual appraisal, a part of me had wanted him.
He’d pushed my buttons many times, reclaiming every prize I’d managed to secure, and then scrambling my head with his voice, scent, and sea-blue eyes.
After he’d riled me up in my bedroom and had left just like that, every time I’d ruffled his icy exterior had been a victory, vengeance.
Now, none of those things mattered. The voice reminding me that I’d intended to keep this marriage strictly for convenience was drowning in the sounds of my moans and Alex grunts as our mouths locked on each other.
At the restaurant, I’d thought immediately how good Alex was with his mouth, with his tongue. His hands wandering.
Nothing flowed in my head but the feeling of his teeth scraping my upper lip while his hands worked my ass through my pants.
My hands were splayed on his chest, the shirt he’d been wearing was unbuttoned completely. Hot and hard, I pressed into it, running my hands up and down, scratching down slowly with my nails.
He’d said he hadn’t wanted to waste time, but he hadn’t even started taking off my shirt.
The blazer was already off, but when I reached to start undoing my shirt, Alex stopped me, taking my hands, and pulling them behind my back.
“What? What are you doing?” For a second, my mind flashed back to our wedding night, the tie, me on across his lap, biting my lips to keep me from moaning.
“You’ve had your chance, Kitten. I’ll be the one in control tonight. Just me.”
Then he was on his feet, my hands still behind my back, pushing me until my back hit the wall.
I smirked up at him. “Do you have a fetish for walls?”
He chuckled darkly as he lowered his head. “I have many fetishes, Kitten.” Then he grabbed my ass, hard, lifting me up slightly. “I plan to teach you every single one of them.”
Then he lowered his head, trailing kisses down my jaw while my hands went to his back, trying to lift his shirt so I could feel his warm skin.
I wanted these clothes gone-
His teeth sank into my neck, and I let out a strangled sound. My hands were on his back, underneath his shirt, and my nail dug into his back as he sucked and licked away at my neck where he’d bitten.
He and the wall were keeping me from the ground. He pressed me so hard into it, as though my legs were nothing.
I was breathless. “The bed. Ales, the bed.” The clothes. The clothes needed to go.
He was going so damned slow I was going insane.
Ales’ body vibrated with his chuckle. He ran his tongue one more time along my neck.
“Slowly, Kitten, we have all night.” He nuzzled my neck slowly, his breath grazing my sensitive skin and making me shiver. “Besides, you were the one that wanted to make me reconsider.” Breathless, I stared at him, at his eyes glazed over with darkness and lust. Those eyes that never failed to do things to my insides had hands of their own, reaching inside me to caress everything, everywhere.
I wanted him so much.
He did too, but I couldn’t trust him not to torment me with this. I couldn’t trust him not to draw it out until I ran mad. My mind was already gone, no thoughts, nothing.
The only thing that registered was Alex and how much I wanted him to fuck me.
I wanted him now.
Slowly, I tried again, and he allowed me to pull his shirt off. When it came off, he started with my buttons finally.
Leaned forward to trail kisses and bites under my throat, down every expanse of skin he revealed.
My arms wrapped around his shoulders; my hand buried in his rich, soft hair.
I pulled him back up, so he could kiss me. As we made out, we started to move, barreling our way to the bedroom our mouths locked on each other. We bumped into things, and I couldn’t think well enough to even open my eyes and see where we were going.
When he pulled down again to kiss my chest, I could barely make out the bed. Because before I could open my eyes, he pulled down my bra and ran a hot tongue over one nipple.
The room became blurry as he licked and bit, massaging the other with his hand until he switched.
I wasn’t sure who was muttering or what they were saying, but my hands were on his pants, tugging and pulling at his belt.
Alex growled when I wrapped one leg around his hip. He jerked his hard-on against me and the leg on the ground dissolved.
His strong arm had to hold me up, allowing me to wrap him with both my legs.
He kissed his way back up, to my lips, and turned us around, heading towards the bed.
He tossed me on the bed, dug one hand into his pocket and then started to take off his pants, breathless with his black hair mused and dark eyes on me. My hands fought with my pants too.
Somewhere in my muddled mind, I made a mental note to tease him about having a condom ready for the dinner with me.
Not now though, too many sensations, too many feelings, not enough space in my head to think or in my throat to talk.
One minute we were like that, the next, he was on me, pulling the pants all the way down, past my strappy heels.
He reached down for me, clinging to my body with his hot, hard, body, claiming my mouth passionately. His hands were everywhere. In my hair, on my breasts, between my legs, and every sound I made, his mouth swallowed it.
I was a schoolgirl again, hot-blooded and impatient. I wanted to feel every solid inch of his skin on mine, rocked against him impatiently and the length of his erection.
“So fucking wet…”
One hand held on to my waist, and I felt his cock rub against my core.
Very slowly.
Up and down, taking his time. I wanted to rock wildly against him, but the hand on my waist me still, taking the relentless assault.
Then he slid into me, and I gasped.
We gasped at the same time. Watching ourselves, eyes locked on each other as he started to move. Very deep and slow.
He pressed against me with every thrust, bringing a hand up to caress my breast roughly. My arms were around his neck, one hand in his hair and the other on his back, digging my nails into him as his speed increased.
Soon he was going hard and fast, and I was rocking with him.
Together we rocked, the tension building inside.
Alex leaned forward and assaulted my neck, roughly palming my tit and pushing me closer and closer to my climax.
“Ales…” I moaned his name. On and on until I came, with his name rolling off my tongue.
He kept thrusting hard as I rode my climax, and I felt his body tense, and then he shuddered, resting on me while he came, hands caressing my body, with small kisses.
“You didn’t even take off my shirt,” I said, still breathless.
Alex chuckled, and I savored the rumbling on it against my skin. “I was too busy,” as he spoke, his hands slid up my body, from my waist, going higher and higher with each breath I drew. “I promise I will try to take it off before we continue.”
“Try to?”
He rose on one hand, continue?
I was about to say something when I heard my phone ringing.
It was barely audible from the dining room where I’d left it, but I caught it.
Groaning at having what would have been a very long night interfered with, I had to get the phone.
Alex laughed as I made my way out of the bedroom.
“What?! This better be importa-”
It was my father. The Trievs had attacked him.
Alessandro
From the first time I met Katya, I could tell one thing. She was not somebody you walked over.
By the time she’d tried taking my second property, I’d seen that she did not just look hard as rocks, she was as hard as rocks. Maybe even harder.
I’d known her a while now, and I wouldn’t have been able to name one thing that could be her weakness.
One thing that anybody could use to get to her.
She had none, no weaknesses. Except for her father.
Unconditionally, Yuri Petrenko was the most important person to her. The only person that could tame the wild tiger that was my wife.
I knew I could never force her to do anything. If she made up her mind, nothing would change it. No one could change her mind.
No one but her father. He was that influential.
If I had proposed joining hands against the Trievs, Katya might have agreed, she was a leader, and she would always choose what was best for her family, but if I had proposed a marriage to make everything easier, she would have disagreed with the same breath.
Maybe she would have handled any issues that arose, maybe she would have found a different, less efficient way, but she would never have agreed to marry me.
Regardless of whether she was attracted to me or not.
The only reason she had.
Her father.
Her father who was now in the hospital, was in a private hospital room resting after undergoing a surgery.
He was a tall, strong, reasonable man, somebody who was not as ruthless as many powerful mafia dons.
Even when the Trievs had caused him trouble, he hadn’t used that as a reason to go after them. Instead, he’d dealt with every problem sensibly.
“I think Katya is going to burn down the city if you don’t do something,” Arianna came to sit beside me in the corridor, outside Yuri’s room. “She’s been muttering since about fire and damnation. I’m sure the nurses don’t understand a word of Russian, but even they’re terrified.”
“Good, at least we’re both on the same page on that.”
Ari gave me a look. “I should have gone to Frankie instead. Goodness knows he’s better at talking sense into you.”
My eyes were locked on the door, my mind thinking about Yuri, the bullet wounds that had peppered his body before surgery.
Bloody, weak, still reassuring Katya even though he’d been bleeding out.
“Even if he could, who’ll talk sense into Katya? The one person that could is unconscious.”
She was quiet for a while, then she sighed and stood up. “This was really obvious, but I just didn’t want it to be on the record that I didn’t try. Plus, I really liked Yuri. They should pay for what they’ve done.” She looked at her phone.
“But you should go back in, I’ll go get the food.”
When I returned, Katya was sitting by the bed, holding Yuri’s hand. That was the position I had left her in.
Going to stand by her, I put a hand on her shoulder.
“Arianna said you were summoning demons in Russian.”
She was quiet, unmoving.
“I want to flay that bastard. Hear him scream. I want his head on a spike like we’re in the Middle Ages.” Yuri’s chest rose and fell very slowly.
“You’re a part of our family now,” Dom said leaning on the wall close to the window, looking outside. “Yuri is a part of our family.”
“This is grounds for war,” Frankie continued the point Dom had been trying to make. “We wouldn’t be the ones that started it, they threw the first blow.”
I understood everything they were saying.
I gave Katya’s shoulder a reassuring squeeze.
“We won’t take this sitting down. None of their establishments will be safe, not from me,” I said as a promise.
“I want to kill him myself.” Katya turned and looked up at me. “I’m the one that gets to dismember Maxim Triev.” I nodded my agreement.
“I’ll hand him over on a golden platter.”
Her lips twitched slightly before she turned back to her father.
The war I had been careful to avoid was here. Every fucking thing with a Triev’s sticker on it was going to burn down.
I did not start this shit, but I had every intention of finishing it.