Ultimate Vengeance (Wanted Men Book 4) (33 page)

She thought for a moment and felt silly mentioning it because it was probably nothing. “I was sure I saw Sergei once. But that was last spring, and it was more the way the man held himself that reminded me of Alekzander’s cousin than what I actually saw because he was quite far away.”

Both men frowned.

“Where was this?” Vasily asked. “What was the man doing?”

“Just standing there. He was next to the school that is across the street from my building.” She remembered squinting through the rain but hadn’t lingered because she’d been on her way to work and her back had already been aching. She’d had Lekzi three weeks later.

She was too aware of Alekzander coming up behind her. He placed his hands on her hips and shifted her to the side. “I’ll take her,” he murmured.

She watched the surety of his movements and found her gaze traveling to the tattoos on his arms that were generally hidden by the dress shirts and suit jackets he favored. The artwork was of religious figures, and on each muscular forearm was a different passage praising loyalty and the power of family. The broadness of his back was showcased as he bent forward. She wanted to purr when she saw the two muscles that ran the length of his spine ripple as he straightened.

She started at the feel of a hand on her arm.

Vasily’s eyes were hooded, his expression grim. “Unless we have given you permission, you do not leave Lekzi with anyone other than myself or Alekzander. Not under any circumstances.”

As an icy sensation trailed up her spine and she nodded, four men came into the room from the hallway that led to the small medical center at the rear of the house. Yuri, Dmitri, Anton, and Aron gathered around the table while Alekzander prodded Sacha toward the exit with a hand low on her back. She didn’t protest.

As they made their way upstairs, Lekzi cuddled her face into her father’s neck, searching for a comfortable spot to sleep.

“Your uncle is one of the nicest men I know, but also the scariest I have ever met,” Sacha admitted.

Alekzander’s thumb stroked the bottom of her spine. “The one I told you about that’s causing trouble from the inside; he, or rather they, are getting ballsier. We can’t say for sure, but we’re assuming the warehouse explosion was their doing. But it’s nothing for you to worry about. Just don’t fuss about me keeping you in the house for the time being until we deal with our issue.” He pressed his lips to the top of Lekzi’s head as they entered a nursery.

Sacha gaped. If this was a make-shift move in the middle of the night, she’d been interested to see what Vasily’s men would do if they had some time.

Alekzander handed the baby over, kissed her and Lekzi on the temple, and left with the words, “I’ll let you put her down. Meet me next door when you’re ready.”

With a fan quietly hissing through the baby monitor gripped in her hand, Sacha entered Alekzander’s bedroom. What would now be
their
bedroom. At least for the time being.

The sound of the shower running in the en-suite bathroom stopped her dead. An image of a naked Alekzander, tawny skin gleaming over his rippling muscles slammed into her brain.

Warmth filled her, much of it centering between her legs.

Doing her best not to overthink—or think at all—she crossed the room, shedding her clothes along the way. When she reached the bathroom door she was in her maternity bra—yuck; she removed the pads so she wouldn’t be completely unsexy—and panties.

Nerves swept in to pause her hand before she could turn the knob. What if he
didn’t
find her extra pounds acceptable? What if they turned him off? What if she forgot the things he liked her to do to him? What if she disappointed him? Left him unsatisfied?

How could she
not
overthink this?

You’re going to use me hard tonight.

A trembled moved through her as she remembered his earlier demand. There had been no indication he found her new body distasteful when he’d had her on the table in her apartment. Not in any way. He’d acted as if he couldn’t get enough of her. His behavior hadn’t been controlled or calculated. He hadn’t looked as if he was suffering through her touch. He’d been lost, and hadn’t seemed anymore capable of denying this thing between them than she was.

God, that was exciting. And encouraging.

She twisted the knob and entered the steamy room.

Utter perfection met her eye through the glass door. And, oh
God
, but she’d missed that. All of that. Every hard inch. And every inch was already hard. His eyes were closed as he washed his hair and she couldn’t help but wonder what he was thinking about.

She placed the monitor on the counter and devoured the familiar sight of the skull tattooed on his front. It had human hands covering the eyes, mouth, and where the ears would have been. Free of color, it was elegant, and she’d always found it eerily beautiful. He had a new one on his side; a fancy old-fashioned timepiece attached to a length of chain that had a distorted, grotesque heart hanging precariously off the end. Unlike his uncle and Maksim, Alekzander’s artwork didn’t catalog his history. It merely hinted at it.

She made a small sound when he turned. The muscles in his back rippled as he rinsed the shampoo out. His ass… Mmm, his firm cheeks were begging for her nails to sink into them as she pulled him deeper into her body. Off came her bra and underwear. She went to him.

She placed her hands on his upper back and pleased herself immensely by pressing her front against his wet skin. A surprised grunt came from him, his body stiffening when she brushed her navel across his buttocks.

“Oh, fuck me,” he murmured. “A naked angel.”

Something rooted deep in her lower belly clenched with need when he put a hand around and drew her in front of him. Rather than kiss her as she’d been expecting, he spun her to face the wall and sent his hands roaming everywhere at once. She felt warmth at her entrance as she grew wetter and wetter from something other than the falling water. He was gentle and reverent, but after that first pass from her shoulders to her hips, it all changed.

“Fucking incredible. And still all mine.” A firmer touch sent her forward so that her breasts pressed into the cool tile. She gasped and moaned when he traced across her shoulder blades with his fingers. He hissed when he went down and grabbed two handfuls of her ass, squeezing hard before bringing a stinging swat down on one cheek that made her cry out and her inner muscles pulse with need. “Don’t you ever lie to me again about allowing another man at what belongs to me. I’m a greedy, selfish fucker, but never more so than when it comes to you.”

“I could never,” she assured him with a shaky voice.

“Never what?”

“Be this way with anyone else.”

With a hand splayed on her abdomen, he pulled her back into his hips so she could feel his heavy erection part her cheeks. He thrust in a lazy rhythm. “So this is still mine?”

“
Da.
”

Down his hands went to stroke the front of her thighs. He spread her legs as he came back up. “Here, too?”

“
Da.
”

He swept between her legs to cup her mound. “This sweet little pussy is all mine. Isn’t that right, Sacha?”

“Yes, Alekzander. It is yours.”

“It’s only ever been mine. No other man has ever seen it or touched it?”

“No. Just you.”

He growled. “Because that is such a perfect answer, I’m going to make you come so hard you just might pass out.”

Her entire body shook in reaction to the threat, her breathing turning ragged.

He stroked up and down her back with his palm, swearing as he shoved her hair aside to lick and bite at her shoulder. “You haunted me. Never gave me a moment’s peace. Not only this unforgettable body. But you.”

“I am glad.” Because it had been the same for her.

His chest vibrated against her back as a chuckle rumbled through him. “Did you miss me? Did you miss us like this, Sacha?”

She should probably play hard-to-get, at least a little bit. Didn’t. “Every day,” she whispered.

“
I’m
glad. Now, you must know what I’m dying to do. Give them to me. Right now.”

The moment he gave her some room, she turned with her hands already under her breasts. She lifted them, offering.

“Holy Mother of Christ. You’re too goddamn beautiful.” Desire was carved into his face. “You slay me with this eagerness to please.”

“Take them,” she whispered, thrilled when he bent and rubbed his lips across one nipple and fully cupped the other mound. He closed his eyes against the spray, and she looked at his wet, spiky lashes. When he opened and sucked her into the hot depths of his mouth, she moaned wildly, her knees trembling at the feel of his slippery tongue twirling. Then her breath jammed in her throat as her body’s biological role came into play.

“I am sorry,” she panted. “I cannot stop it.”

His eyes flipped open, and he came off her breast with a pop. “Stop wha—” He frowned and smacked his lips together. He pulled her away from the spray of the shower and watched. Droplets of white formed on the hard peaks of her nipples and dripped off onto the swell of her breast. More quickly followed until streams of milk were rippling over to trail down her stomach.

“I cannot stop it,” she repeated, bringing her hands up to cover herself.

“I’ll walk out if you hide that from me.”

She went back to caressing the bumps of his abs, getting closer and closer to the V at his hip that was making her mouth water.

“Your body thinks it’s time to feed a hungry mouth. I’m unbelievably moved by that. How generous, supplying me with a snack as I gorge myself. Get that embarrassment off your face before I yell at you.” He took her nipple back into his mouth and sucked hard. “Mmm.” His tongue swirled as he brushed his thumb over its twin before catching it between his knuckles. “No wonder our little bird dove at you earlier.”

He was putting her at ease even while he softened her heart and turned her knees to jelly. “I am relieved that you are not bothered by this.”

He scoffed. “Bothered is not what I’m feeling right now.” He pushed together and licked at both her breasts. “The difference in them is sexy as hell. I don’t mind admitting I’m the one who’s now embarrassed by how this is turning me on. There’s a name for guys like me. Not pervert, but I think I’ve heard of a fetish, and I’m crowning myself king.”

She grinned and stroked his glistening skin, relearning the width of his shoulders and the strength in his arms. She scraped her nails down his ribs and brought her hands together with her fingers wrapping around his cock. So hard. That ridge beneath the head so defined.

“Give me your mouth.”

She was on her toes in the next second, kissing him with all the passion she was feeling. When he pinched her nipples, the pull that arrowed into her core made her head spin. She moaned embarrassingly loud when he wedged his thigh between her legs. He lifted. “Ride me,” he commanded, showing her what he meant by gripping her hip and working her back and forth so that her lips opened and her clit was directly stimulated.

“Oh, my God, Alekzander,” she breathed against his mouth.

There was no awkwardness to his movements, no inhibitions either. He demanded. She complied. This time by bracing her feet and taking over. She wasn’t going to last. He was pushing her to the end too quickly, and she’d gone without him for too long. She tightened her grip on his shaft and sent the fingers on her free hand down between her legs. She needed to get there now.

“Uh-uh.” He snagged both her wrists to prevent her from stimulating either of them. “I work this pussy. You need it stroked; you tell me. You want it fucked; you tell me. You want to come; it’s all about me getting you there. You want to do it on your own; you do it when I’m not around.”

He removed her from her perch and got his hand between her legs. With four fingers, he used just enough pressure to separate her folds to get to that pulsing bundle of nerves.

“You’re going to come for me now. Then I’m going to get inside you and stay there until I hear our little bird calling for you.” His hand slid forward, and he dipped the tip of his finger into her opening. Then he extended it and pushed it deep inside. He thrust into her wetness only a few times before adding another digit. That and the continuous stimulation on her clit had her pleasure mounting faster than ever.

This time, there was no stopping, and Sacha cried out sharply. She locked her knees as her back arched, and she welcomed the insanity that swept through her as she worked her hips through the brain-bending climax.

“That’s my girl,” he praised as he sucked on her jaw. “You give up what’s mine.”

As the waves calmed, he kissed her, his tongue sweeping in to tangle with hers. She barely noticed the shower turning off but did enjoy the feel of a warm towel settling on her shoulders. He dried them both while she paid homage to his beautiful body by nibbling and licking at the sinewy pillows that were his pectorals, his tight nipples, his ribs. But when she went to go further, he finished towel-drying her hair and scooped her off her feet.