Gripping my hips with those large hands, he drove into me, again and again, his thrusts rough to the point of brutal.
I needed this.
All my problems disappeared. Everything vanished away. All I had to think about was him and how good he made me feel. He fucked me the rest of the night. Even after I came. He wouldn’t stop. It was mindless abandon. Pumping and pounding. Fast and then slow. Hard and then soft.
The second time, I came harder than ever before.
“Ya lyublyu trakhat' tebya,” he whispered, holding me firmly in his hands, lovingly punishing my sex. He gave me no time to catch my breath. He pushed me more. Thrusting and pumping. My breaths were strangled gasps.
“Kaz.” I shut my eyes and let my head fall back. I didn’t know what else he could want from me, but I was willing to give it.
And when I came the third time, he finally orgasmed with me.
We tore into shattered bits of who we’d been before ever meeting each other. I knew I would never be the same again. Too much had moved between us. Too much had changed, and a lot of it happened right in my bed.
“Ty mne nuzhen.” He drove into my pussy and froze, planting himself inside of me, balls deep. Tremors of pleasure rode me. A delirious fog filled my head. I had no thoughts or concerns, just his face in front of mine—caught in complete pleasure.
He dropped his forehead to my shoulder. Grunting, he drew back and then plunged deeper again.
“Jesus, Kaz.” I clutched his strong back.
He lifted my hips to meet another hard thrust.
“Fuck,” he murmured under his breath. His cock jerked inside of me.
“Oh God,” I mumbled, unable to feel any more pleasure. My pussy had gone numb.
“Ty takoy khoroshiy,” he groaned again and lifted his head to stare at me.
And I drank the beauty of him as he finished coming. The danger left his eyes. He gripped my hips harder and groaned deeper, freezing us right there, not letting his cock move one inch. So beautiful to watch, he slipped away and moaned so loud, a hot shiver sliced up my spine.
We collapsed on the bed.
He moved to my side.
I remained on my back, finally catching my breath. Exhausted, all I could do was gaze at the ceiling.
“My stepbrother is smart,” Kazimir whispered between hurried breaths as he rested on his back. “You just might kill me.”
Panting, I scooted to him and lay on his chest. “What did all of those Russian words mean?”
Closing his eyes, he smiled. “They are words that I’ve never said before.”
“But, what did you say?”
“One day, I’ll tell you them in English.”
I fake pouted. “Then, I should learn Russian.”
“You should. You’ll be living there.”
“Temporary.”
He caressed my back.
“Could you teach me some Russian?” I asked.
“Of course.”
“What do you want to know?”
“Hit me with something cool.”
He opened his eyes and stared at me. Something new lingered in his gaze—a warmth I’d never seen in them. The first night I’d met him, they’d been so cold and deadly. Now, an all-consuming warmth filled his pupils.
He whispered in that sexy accent, “Shob tebe deti v sup srali.”
I spent several seconds repeating it. He corrected me a few times. And then on my tenth try, he nodded. “Perfect.”
I lifted my head and smiled at him. “Shob tebe deti v sup srali.”
“Exactly.”
“Awesome. What does it mean?”
“I hope your kids shit in your soup.”
Laughter fled from my mouth. My body rocked. I sat up in the bed. “Really? I wanted some good lines to get to know your country and people, and that’s the phrase you chose?”
“It’s a good line.”
“I need to know something that I’ll be saying a lot to people.”
“Trust me, Emily. You’ll be telling a lot of people that you hope their children shit in their soup.”
I shook my head. “Shob tebe deti v sup srali.”
He winked at me. “Good job, mysh.”
Chapter 21
Maxwell
Someone shook me.
Yawning, I opened my eyes.
A blonde woman with liquid blue eyes stared back at me. “What size are you?”
“What the fuck?”
She backed away, allowing me to drink in more of her. She damn sure was a princess. Looked rich from head to toe. Everything was polished—nails and clothes, shoes and make-up. Flawless. Sexy. Stunning.
“Who are you?” I sat up in the bed. Emily’s Russian wasn’t there, but a bunch of other Russians were, including this woman standing by my bed.
Although she had a light voice, it was heavily laced with an accent. “You’re sleeping beauty and I’m the princess that comes and kisses you awake.”
I cleared my throat. “What?”
She giggled. “You’ll need clothes.”
Another man held a gun and walked around as he scanned my bedroom. He gazed out of my window. “Mr. Maxwell, the plane will leave in two hours.”
“Yes. Yes. But, he needs clothes.” She pouted. “And the plane will leave, when I say.”
“Who are you people?” I slipped my hand under my pillow and gripped my gun.
The man stopped and stared at the pillow that my hand was under. “I don’t know what you’re getting, but you should leave it alone. This is Valentina. Her brother, Kazimir asked her to get you.”
I continued to hold my gun. “For what?”
The man frowned as if I shouldn’t even ask questions, but just do what I’m told. “We’re going to be leaving in an hour.”
I let go of the gun, sat up some more, and leaned my back against the headboard.
The Russian was serious about all of us leaving.
“You’re his sister?” I asked.
She nodded. “Yes.”
The big man with her grumbled, “Get up and get dressed. No more questions.”
“Stop being mean, Oleg.” She batted her eyes at him. “He’s our friend.” She turned back to me. “I’ve brought clothes, but I don’t think I have your size.” Valentina studied my arms and smiled. “You’re not a Michael Kors man. You’re a Tom Ford man.”
She continued on about what type of man I was, but I couldn’t tell you a single word she’d said.
She pointed to Oleg. “Go to Barney’s and get some more socks.”
“Your brother wants me next to you at all—”
“Pretend I’m in Barney’s with you.”
“Valentina, that is not how—”
“Kazimir is right next door. How could I not be any safer?”
Oleg frowned. “I will send someone else to get them, Valentina.”
The whole time they went back and forth, I was completely entranced by her mouth and her body. She moved constantly as she talked. Every few seconds, she made hand gestures to punctuate her speech. It made me smile as I thought about tying her hands to my headboard and making her beg me to fuck her. I would sink deep inside her sweet little Russian cunt, pounding into her.