Russian Roulette (Russkaya Mafiya) (48 page)

Elaina

I can’t think of a better way to end this evening than by Viktor making love to me on the beach. If he doesn’t make the first move soon, I’ll probably jump him and take him for myself.

Vik murmurs softly, “You know I love you with all of my soul, Printsyessa, right?”

Glancing over at him, intrigued, I nod slightly. “Yes, I like to believe that. I love you with all of me. I hope you already know that though.”

He brushes my cheek fondly with the tips of his fingers and I close my eyes, delighting in the soothing sensations. “And you also know I think of being with you forever, right?”

My eyes spring open, gazing at his hazel irises. “I know. I want that too, that’s why I agreed to move in with you.”

“Good, then this won’t come as too much of a shock then.”

I perch up on my elbows, staring at him seriously. What is he talking about now? It better not be anything new to do with stuff in that meeting.

He stares at the blanket for a beat while his cheeks pink slightly. Reaching into his pocket he brings out that last thing I was ever expecting to see today. He opens his palm.

The diamond glints in the candle light and I choke out a surprised gasp as tears gather in happiness. “Love?” I question.

“Yes,” he says softly as a tear tracks down his cheek. “Please, Elaina? I don’t think I can live my life without you.” He bites his lip and I sniffle.

“I’m already yours, Viktor. I would be honored to be your wife as well.”

He smiles brightly, his eyes shining with happiness and excitement. Crushing me in his arms, he kisses me as if his life depends on it. Eagerly I respond until he pulls away, and places the exquisite ring on my finger.

“Thank you, I love it!”

“I’m elated that you approve, and thank you for agreeing.”

He takes a bite of the truffle and feeds me the other half. If this is any indication of how the future will be, then I’m going to be happy and probably overweight. He’s right; I don’t think I would be able to contain myself if we had these around all the time. His yummy cooking is bad enough, but in a good way.

Once I swallow it I push him down onto his back. I draw one of his small nipples into my mouth, flicking back and forth with my tongue until it pebbles.

I run my fingers over his hard stomach, grazing my nails lightly as I go until I get to his cock. He’s as stiff as a rod, ready and excited. Freeing it from his shorts, I run my fingers over it several times, following his happy trail with my tongue, I take him into my mouth as far as possible.

He threads his fingers through my hair and flexes his leg muscles. I know he’s trying desperately to hold back from slamming into my mouth. He loves my mouth. I run my tongue around the little ridge at the top of his dick and suck hard.

“Arrghh! Elaina!” He groans and I bob my head a few times before coming up.

Climbing over his muscular hips, I rest my swim suit clad pussy on his bare cock. He sits up abruptly, yanking me to him and taking my mouth with his. I grind my pussy against him and he kisses me roughly.

Viktor unties the frilly bows on my hips, pulling the bottoms out of his way. My wet pussy rubs against his dick, greedily coating him from base to tip with my juices, but I’m left wanting more.

He pulls away from my mouth. “Fuck, baby, you trying to kill me tonight?”

“I just want you.” I raise my eyebrow, and line him up with my hole.

I watch him swallow hard as I swivel my hips, circling my opening around the head of his cock. After a few moments of teasing, I slam down on him until he’s fully seated.

“KhreesTAWS (Christ),” he calls out and clamps his eyes closed.

He grasps onto my shoulder and grinds himself against my clit. God, that feels amazing.

I bite onto his shoulder and moan, “Oh yessss,” into his skin.

“That’s good, love, ride my cock just like that,” he rasps.

Viktor wraps his arm around my back and flips me over so I’m lying flat on the ground. I shriek in surprise and giggle.

He kisses me tenderly across my jawline while pumping into me a few times. He pops his hips and my eyes roll back.

“Yes, don’t stop!” I plead as my cunt hugs his large dick hungrily, ready to come.

“Forever, Princess,” he grunts into my neck as he thrusts into me over and over.

“Forever,” I reply loudly as my pussy spasms, draining me of every last drop of energy as I ride out the most satisfying orgasm.

He groans, clutching me tightly as he empties himself into me, sated and spent.

After a moment he pulls back, regarding me lovingly.

“You’re going to be my wife.”

I smirk. “Yep.”

SEVENTEEN

VIKTOR

six months later

“Hurry up, slow pokes!” Elaina yells at me, Spartak
and Alexei. “I should leave you all here and just have Sabrina come with me!”

Grumbling, I shake my head. “No way, it’s my brother’s baby too. I don’t care that you’ve become such good friends with Bina, I’m taking you.”

“Well, the baby was born if you haven’t noticed and ya’ll are standing around as if it’s time for vodka or something!”

I may have taken Tate’s advice and lightened up a little toward my guards. Spartak, Nikoli, Alexei and I have regular card games at the cabin and tend to end up drinking a little too much vodka occasionally. If Emily’s feeling well enough, Tate even joins in. I’m still very much focused on my businesses and my way of life, but I have to admit it’s a pleasant change to have people to share life with.

I grab a few snacks from the kitchen, I have a feeling this will end up being a long day.

“I was supposed to be there when she had the baby, not afterwards!” Elaina yells again and I roll my eyes. I hear the guys chuckle from the living room. They find it really amusing when she gets into a tiff like this. She usually ends up throwing some random object and I’m always the target.

“Coming, Princess! Relax, Emily will understand.”

I head to the living room to find her nearly in tears, she’s so upset. “Come on, lovely, I know you’re mad but no one knew the baby would come so fast.”

“I know, it’s just…I wanted to be there for her. For once you know? I wanted to be one of the first people to see the baby; she’s the newest member to our family.”

“You still can be. Let’s get there before everyone else, okay?”

She nods and the four of us load up into the Mercedes sedan.

When we eventually reach the hospital she jumps out and runs to the front desk, babbling a hundred miles a minute.

“Yes, ma’am, maternity is up on level four. You need to check in at the desk and they can let you see her.”

“Thank you!” She glances at me excitedly and takes off for the elevator. We all trail behind her like a group of lost puppies. People probably think she’s someone famous with two of us in suits, and Spar clad in all black with his combat pants and boots.

Mishka stands at the front desk, eagerly waiting to greet people and brag about her new great-grand baby. We each hug her warmly and she leads us straight to Emily’s private suite. Nothing but the best for my brother’s wife and baby, as expected.

I have to admit, at this moment I’m jealous. Emily rests, tired and proud, showing off her little baby for us all to see. I hope one day I can see Elaina wrapped in her robe, carefully holding our new baby.

Elaina

Emotion pours from me as I stare at my happy sister holding her sweet new bundle of joy. It feels as if it’s taken ages for her to finally pop.

“Congratulations, little sister.” I sit next to her on the hospital bed and kiss her cheek, “I’m so sorry I couldn’t get here sooner, I feel terrible.”

“It’s not your fault, she came quickly. I thought Tate was going to break a few pairs of knees during the delivery. I can only imagine what the hospital staff would have thought if you had been here and started throwing things.”

“Oh my gosh, what happened?”

“Not much, just a rude nurse who got snippy with me when I cussed. I mean, really? I was having a baby! Tate threatened to buy the hospital and have everyone fired. The doctor spazzed out and had the two head nurses on duty come in for the rest of the delivery. It was interesting to say the least,” she explains.

“Wow, all that over cussing?” I look over the little bundle of blanket to see my new baby niece.

“Yeah, I don’t know what her issue was, but that’s what prompted it. I can’t wait to just get out of here and take this little one home.”

“I bet. Just ask the nurses if you need help with something though. When I had to stay here I met some really friendly, helpful people.”

“I did too, just a bad experience this time. I promise I will ask for help. Would you like to hold your new niece?”

“Definitely!”

Emily places her into my arms; I gently bring her close to my chest. She’s so tiny and perfect. Her hair’s so light it looks white.

“Emily, she looks like a little sleeping angel! Look at that hair!” I say excitedly and glance at my sister.

“I know, Tate said the same thing. We decided to name her Mishka after his grandmother. We’re going to call her Mishka Angel Masterson. Angel because she looks like one and because I know she has many watching over her.”

“That’s beautiful, Emily, I’m so happy for you.”

“Thank you, now she just needs a little blonde haired cousin.”

I glance over at Viktor and smile. “Yes, someday she will have one.”

I’m cut off by loud laughing and excited voices outside the room. The door opens and sure enough London and Avery pile in. They both have windblown hair, sparkly eyes and bright smiles and are followed by big bikers.

London’s excited voice carries through the room, “What’s up, sexy ass bitches!”

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RUSSKAYA MAFIYA

happily ever after

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THE WEDDING

Spartak

If another guest asks me to hold their drink, I
may
just
tie them up. I’m security; it doesn’t automatically make me a waiter or man candy. My boss, the groom, is nowhere to be found at the moment and that’s stressful enough.

A feminine voice from my side interrupts my perusal, “Excuse me, sir.”

I shift, turning away from the latest cougar attempting to have me do something for them and spot Tate. He’s standing next to an enormous white tent-like structure, set up behind the cabin. It’s fairly perfect weather for the outdoor, beach wedding ceremony, and guests are fluttering around like they’ve never been to such an event before.
Finally someone who I can ask.

Quickly, I make my way over to him, weaving between random people. Tate nods when he notices me approach him, “Spartak.”

“Mr. Masterson.” Clearing my throat, I continue, “Sir, I’m attempting to locate your brother.”

Tate chuckles, “Knowing Viktor, he’s probably bothering his fiancée. Those two seem glued to each other at this point.”

“Right. Thank you.”

He nods hurriedly, greeting the next guest approaching him.

I head toward the massive barn that’s closer to the beach. The women deemed this building theirs, since it has much more room to make preparations than the cabin does. This intimate wedding is turning into way more than what was originally planned.

Knocking on the old door I wait and get nothing.

Rap.

Rap.

Rap.

I knock a little harder against the giant door. The wood scraping into my knuckles and pissing me off before the door slides open about three inches.

Elaina peeks her sweet little face between the opening. “Hi Spar, is everything okay?” She peers at me worriedly with her sapphire colored irises.

“Yes, Miss Elaina, just checking if the boss is in here.”

“No, he’s actually behaved and hasn’t tried to lock me in any of the safe rooms yet.” She grins, sliding the door open a little more, and I step closer, blocking the opening to keep others from seeing her.

“Wow ma’am, he is going to be floored when he sees you.”

“You like it?”

I hear women laughing behind her; they must know how silly the question is. Elaina’s beyond beautiful. I nod, not sure what to really say to her, without Viktor sinking me in the lake if he hears.

“This is that new Vera Wang dress he had you and Lexei go pick up.”

I swallow roughly as I skate over her in the delicate white lace, formfitting gown. It’s understated class and Elaina knows how to pull every stitch of it off. She touches lightly to the dainty, diamond-encrusted tiara resting in her long blonde, Cinderella hair. “This, umm, this was Mishka and Vivi’s, they wore it for their weddings.” She gazes at me, seeking my approval.

“It’s very fitting. I’m really happy for you Elaina, you and the boss deserve this.”

She leans in, clutching onto my forearm and squeezes affectionately. Elaina’s eyes begin to crest with tears, full of happiness, as she whispers kindly, “Thank you, Spar. You helped keep us safe so we could have this day. I’m so happy you get to be a part of it.”