Gavriil (Stepanov Mafia)

Yuri tied him to the chair, and I had punching practice on his face. When I left, his head looked like a balloon. I tried to wash all the blood off before I got home, but it was impossible. No matter how hard I tried, I always missed a spot.

“Is that blood?” Samantha asked, grabbing my hand.

Was I crazy, or did she seem concerned about me?

“I’m fine,” I said, pulling it out of her grip. Then, I noticed she was wearing one of the nightgowns I’d given her. “You are dressed.”

For weeks now, I’d been coming home to find her naked and ready, as was our agreement. But I didn’t mind this so much. The nightgown hit at the very tops of her thighs, showing off a lot of her legs. The pale blue silk looked wonderful against her pale skin, and her lack of bra underneath showed off the breasts I loved so much. And again, I could have been crazy, but they looked larger today than usual.

She frowned. “Sorry, but I’m not feeling well. I would hate to get you sick.”

“You’re sick? Have you thrown up?”

“No, but I’ve felt nauseous on and off all day.”

A thought appeared in the back of my mind, but I flicked it away like an annoying bug. “Has Rose been taking care of you?”

She nodded. “She brought me soup and crackers and made sure I had water all day long. She was so kind.”

Rose had been my housekeeper for years, so I wasn’t surprised to hear she had taken great care of Sam. I was surprised, however, at how healthy Sam looked. Her eyes were heavy with exhaustion, but her skin tone was even and flushed. Again, the same thought as before surfaced, but I pushed it away.

“I need to wash up,” I said, holding up my hands. “You can join me if you’d like?”

I turned on the faucet in my shower, and steaming water immediately began to pour from three different shower heads, steaming up the entire room in a matter of seconds. Samantha slipped out of her nightgown while I left my blood-splattered clothes in the hamper for Rose to wash later.

I knew things with Samantha would be over soon. She would go back to her family eventually, and I would come home to an empty house – or the occasional fling. But I couldn’t help but think that I could get used to this.

Samantha was easy to be around. She respected my unspoken boundaries. She rarely pushed me to talk about my day if I didn’t offer up the details myself, and she didn’t probe me for information about my feelings. She also didn’t ask me for anything. Every woman I’d ever been with didn’t waste any time letting me know what they needed from me, what I could do for them, how I could ease their troubles. But Samantha had more troubles than most, and still, she handled it all like a champ.

Plus, she was gorgeous. I’d tried to deny it at first, but there was no way to look at her without realizing that she was one of the most beautiful women I’d ever seen. Even knowing she was sick couldn’t stop me from running my hands over her wet body, letting my fingers slip down her sides and find the thick curve of her hips.

The way her lips parted when I touched her drove me wild. I’d never tell her because I didn’t want her to know the kind of power she had over me. But it nearly brought me to my knees every time. I’d seen those lips wrapped around me. I’d felt them sucking at my length. The memories alone were enough to make me hard. Samantha noticed and smiled.

Suddenly, she was kneeling down in front of me, the water from the shower head smoothing her blonde hair down her back. “You can’t get sick this way.”

I was about to tell her that it wasn’t necessary, but by the time I opened my mouth to speak, hers was wrapped around me again, and there was no way I could ask her to stop. The tiles echoed my groans back to me, and as far as I knew, we could have been in the shower for hours. I lost all track of time.

While she bobbed back and forth, I ran my hand down her hair and noticed a faint line of blood trailing behind it. The water washed it away in an instant. Then, I was running my hand across her head to let her know I was ready, but instead of pulling away, she clamped her lips around me even more firmly. It was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen. As soon as I finished and had control of my limbs again, I helped her to her feet and pressed her against the tile wall.