His Queen of Clubs (Vegas Underground 6)

“I remember.” My voice sounds small.

One of his digits slides between my ass cheeks and massages my back hole. “When I make a promise of retribution, I deliver.”

A shiver runs up my spine.

I know too well that it’s true.

“Spread your legs wider.”

I obey.

He spanks between my legs, getting me wet and swollen and halfway desperate. Just when I’m about to come, he shifts and starts spanking my ass again.

“No,” I moan. “Please, Vlad.”

“Please what, printsessa?”

I can’t say it.

“Tell me what’s going to happen.”

“You’re going to f-fuck me,” I manage. He’s rubbing my clit now, making me dance under his firm touch.

“Where am I going to fuck you?”

“Please, Vlad,” I try again.

He slaps my ass. “Where am I going to fuck you?”

“In my ass!” I can’t believe it, but I’m actually growing needy for it. Like I can’t wait for him to get started.

“That’s right,” he purrs. “Don’t move, zaika.” He walks away and returns with a bottle of lubricant, which he dribbles over my fluttering anus.

My breath is short, body flushes all over with heat.

When he nudges my anus with the head of his cock, I moan.

“Open for it, Alessia.”

I don’t know what that means, but he applies steady pressure.

“Deep breath in.”

I obey.

“Exhale.”

He pushes in on the exhale and I squeeze at the stretching sensation.

“Relax, zaika. Breathe.” He doesn’t move for a moment, then eases in a little more, until he’s past the head. And then he’s fully seated, filling me, prying me wide.

It’s hot and humiliating and feels way better than it should. There’s a little pain, yes, but also pleasure. Embarrassing pleasure.

He goes slow, sliding in and out as I moan and whimper. It’s intense. So intense.

He pushes in and stays there as he reaches around and insinuates one hand under my hips. The moment he rubs my clit, pleasure blooms. Still pressing on it, he resumes his plunder, claiming my ass the way he’s claimed all the rest of me.

I get louder, both wanting him to go on and retreat at the same time.

He goes on, picking up speed.

My pleasure grows, almost eclipsing the discomfort.

“Yes,” I croak. “More. Please, Vlad.”

“Beg, zaika.”

“Please, please, please.” I’m helpless not to beg. I need to come. And I also want it to be over.

He adds more lube and it gets better. Much better.

“Yes,” I babble. “Please, Vlad.”

“Please what?” He’s pumping faster, gripping my waist to hold me in place.

“Please fuck me. Please let me come.”

He groans and plows even harder, bumping my ass with his hips.

We both cry out when he comes, burying himself deep and working his fingers over my clit.

I come, too, only my muscles can’t squeeze because he’s stretching me wide. He shoves a few fingers in my pussy, which satisfies my craving for a big finish.

And then he turns sweet again, kissing my back and my neck as we both catch our breaths.

“I told you you’d beg,” he murmurs, lips against my ear.

I laugh, because he’s right. He told me. I begged. And yet even when he’s on top, dominating me, punishing me, I always feel like the winner.

Maybe that’s what love is all about.

Epilogue

Vlad

I sit at our dining table watching the best view imaginable.

Alessia and Lara splash in the pool, their afternoon ritual. Sondra and her new infant are in the pool, too, having a baby playdate. Junior and Desiree have even flown out from Chicago with their children a couple times to get the cousins together. The joyful sound of baby talk from both the babies and the mothers soothes me on a level I didn’t know required soothing.

Mika seems to feel the same way. He looks up occasionally from his studies to watch. Alessia tried to get him to go to school in Las Vegas, but he’s steadfastly refused, so he’s still homeschooled for now.

She thinks he might change his mind by high school, but either way is okay. He’s a good kid. He takes out the trash for Zoya and plays with the baby. Yes, we moved the entire household here—Zoya, Yegor and the five cats.

Alessia insisted, and she gets whatever she wants.

She also wanted to give Mika a puppy for his birthday, so we have a sweet and slobbery Dalmatian underfoot as well. It was worth it to watch Mika’s heart open to his new best friend. Alessia climbs out of the pool, and I get up to meet her with a giant towel. Lara smiles and coos at me, waving her tiny fists in the air with joy. I help Alessia dry her off, then take her and give my wife a kiss. Alessia turns to help Sondra with Nico, Jr., her newborn, a big healthy boy full of vigor and life.

The women get together for baby playdates at least once a week and my brothers-in-law have offered me a grudging respect. I’m sure they’d be quick to beat me to a pulp if I ever upset their sister, though.