Second Best (Volkov Bratva 1)

“You can’t be serious,” she said. “Even after what you just did? You want to?”

“I can’t get enough of you.”

“You’re bleeding,” she said. Her fingers hovered over my eyebrow.

I tore a piece of her dress and handed it to her. “Wipe it for me?”

“Aren’t you hurting?” she asked.

I thrust my aching cock against her. “What do you think?”

“I think you’re crazy.” She dabbed the cut above my eye, wincing. “I don’t know how you do it. I’d be crying.”

“It’s pain.”

“And pain hurts, Slavik. Do you think you need to go to a doctor?”

“No.”

She wiped my cut. “It doesn’t look so bad now that I cleaned it with a really expensive piece of fabric from this dress. There’s no repairing it, you know.”

“As if you’d wear it again. I don’t even think you’d have the guts to donate a dress you wore that witnessed a death.”

“You’re right,” she said. “I’m not like you.”

“You’re not like a lot of people.”

“Is that a bad thing?”

“No.” I was done talking though. I held the base of her back as I pushed the dress out of my way and stroked her pussy. She was dry. The fight hadn’t done anything for her, but I needed this.

“Look at me, Aurora. I need you.” I stroked her through the panties, staring into her eyes, making her see only me.

She sank her teeth into her bottom lip.

I didn’t touch her naked pussy.

“Get your tits out,” I said. “I want to suck them.”

She peeled the plunging neck open, exposing her tits, and I saw the tape that had kept the pieces of fabric secure over those delicious mounds. Her nipples were big, and in the cool air they pointed at me, begging to be sucked, and I was more than happy to oblige. After sliding my tongue across each peak, I sucked the hard bud into my mouth. At the same time, I stroked her pussy, working her body into a frenzy.

I took my time, aware of the fights occurring in the other room. Once I’d taken my wife, I’d leave, and do the same again on our bed.

Aurora whimpered, pressing her chest against my mouth. Her fingers sank into my hair, and I worked the zipper of my pants down, easing my hardened cock out.

I tested her pussy to find her wet. She wasn’t as soaked as I’d have liked her, but enough to make me find her entrance, and to sit her onto my dick.

She cried out, the sound echoing around the room.

Up and down, I moved her, getting her to work my dick. With my thumb, I stroked over her clit, feeling her pulse around my cock.

She didn’t close her eyes.

Her gaze focused on me, and I was fucking hypnotized. There was nowhere else I wanted to be. I just wanted to hold her, to feel her wrapped around me.

My name spilled from her lips as she came. It wasn’t strong, but I knew I’d have her begging for my cock by the time we got home. I grabbed her hips and thrust up to meet her, holding her in place as I took my pleasure.

She moaned and I growled, spilling my seed into her cunt.

Ivan Volkov may think I was doing this out of duty.

My wife might have also thought I was doing this out of duty.

I, Slavik Ivanov, knew I did this out of downright desire for my wife.

Chapter Fourteen

Aurora

“I was surprised Slavik allowed you to have lunch with me,” Cara said.

I smiled across the table. “Me too. It came out of the blue.” I looked over at the beautiful redhead. She commanded attention. I’d been seated alone, my brand-new guard from Slavik’s trusted men sat three tables down, watching us. Before I’d come, Slavik had given me strict instructions on what I could talk about. Anything relating to work was not allowed. I also had to agree to tell him everything I discussed, which was slightly more complicated.

I wasn’t sure why he’d given me these boundaries.

Cara was supposed to be his friend. A colleague.

“Wow, what did you do to make him happy?”

I thought about it and the truth was, I had no idea. I shrugged. Slavik and I seemed complicated in my mind.

Cara placed her hand on top of mine. “Please tell me he’s treating you good?”

I smiled. “Yes. We’re getting along now.”

She sighed. “That makes me so happy. Slavik can be a bit of a hardass. He has to be. Many are handed a position like his. He earned his.”

I frowned. “What do you mean?”

She shrugged. “No. I couldn’t tell you.”

“Oh, I won’t say anything if that is what you’re worried about.” The lie was hard for me to say, but I got through it.

Slavik had demanded I don’t lie to him. That there were no secrets between us. It seemed reasonable. Deep down, I wanted to make this marriage work.