Gavriil (Stepanov Mafia)

Gavril lifted himself up and took one nipple into his mouth, doing little more than letting his breath move across the sensitive skin. I arched my back and moaned. Suddenly, I was the one who was hungry for more, the one who wanted him to move faster, to be more urgent.

I reached between us and unsnapped his jeans. Gavril shifted me off of him so he could slide them down his legs and I slipped out of his pajama pants. As soon as I was naked, I practically threw myself back on top of him, but Gavril caught me in mid-air and twisted me, so I landed on my back.

Before I could even realize what was happening, his hands were on my hips, and his lips were between my legs. He licked me from top to bottom, and I clamped my thighs together, shaking from the sensation. He lapped and sucked and nibbled in all the right places until my hips were bucking up into his mouth, until my hands were fisted in the sheets and in his hair and in my own hair.

I could hardly keep myself pinned to the bed. Then, a dam burst inside of me. Warmth flooded my body, sending literal waves of pleasure to the tips of my fingers and my toes. My body vibrated as Gavril’s tongue worked me over. As my body began to piece itself back together again, Gavril crawled over me and pushed the hair away from my face, running his fingers through it and watching as I milked the last moments of pleasure.

Then, just as my orgasm subsided, I slid my hand down his body, wrapped it around his length, and directed him to my opening. His eyes widened in surprise for a moment, but then he was pushing himself inside of me.

The sensation of opening around him would never get old. I’d never get tired of it. And having it come so fast on the heels of my orgasm was unlike anything I’d ever felt. I experienced every inch, every centimeter of him, groaning the entire way. I wrapped my hands around his shoulders, hooking my fingers behind his shoulder blades, and pulled him against me as we moved together.

Every other time we’d had sex, it had been violent and desperate. But this was slow and rhythmic. Our bodies undulated together, grinding against one another in new and fascinating ways. We were making love. It was the only way to describe it. Every time before this, we’d been fucking. It was harsh and brutal and purely physical. But this felt like more. We were connecting on a new level.

I sucked Gavril’s earlobe into my mouth as his breathing against my neck grew more and more heavier. I curled my fingers around the shaggy locks of dark hair at the base of his neck. I wrapped my ankles around his lower back. I clung to him in every possible way as he pulsed inside of me, bringing me to my second earth-shattering orgasm in fifteen minutes.

But then it was his turn. I disentangled myself from him and pushed on his chest until he rolled over. I climbed over him, positioned him at my opening, and sunk down. He squeezed his eyes shut, fine lines forming at the corners of his eyes as I rode him. His hands gripped my hips, squeezing the soft flesh there, and after a few minutes, he began directing my body.

He lifted me up and lowered me, using my hips as a guide. I bucked and rolled against him until I heard his breath lodge in his throat, until his entire body tensed and then released.

We stayed wrapped around each other for a while. So long that I lost track of time. I rested my head on his chest, and we just laid there, both deep in thought, but together.

And finally, I believed that maybe everything would be okay after all.

Chapter Twelve

Gavril

I liked to send my men out on collection duty, but occasionally I liked to tag along. It was good for the people who owed me money to know that I knew them personally. That I knew what they looked like and where they lived. It made for much more efficient payments. For the people who had already been warned before, I allowed Yuri and a few other men to give them a taste of what happened to people who didn’t pay off their debts. All in all, it was a fun time. Like a field trip.

We stopped in at a few laundromats and a cigar shop. A few of them were dealers for me, and I had Ivan check their profits against their inventory – I had to be careful after discovering Devin Conway had stolen $25,000 from me. If that kind of thievery were widespread, it wouldn’t take long for me to go out of business. And after what I’d done to take the leadership role from my father, I refused to give it up due to the disloyalty of meaningless underlings.