I washed his hair.
He washed mine too.
And then his fingers strayed to my nipple and the other hand pulled me against him.
I gasped and arched my back up.
He watched me as he toyed with the nipple, tenderly pinching and pulling it within the soapy warm water. “What would I be without you, mysh?”
“A lion.”
“No.” He lowered, lapping at the curve of my neck. “I would be nothing. There’s no lion without the mouse.”
Those sweet words drove me on edge, heightening my arousal. He lowered his hand and moved his attention to my pussy, dipping his finger in and out. And then he toyed with my clit, rubbing and stroking. Fuck. My breath caught in my throat. Hunger blazed through me. I swore I would catch on fire.
“Oh.” I brushed my fingers across my nipples.
A low groan escaped Kaz as he watched me touch my nipples. Lust replaced the worry in his eyes. He slipped his fingers through my wet folds. Those tips twisted among the bubbles and warm water. My body jerked with pleasure.
He slid his finger to my clit, delivering more greed to tornado through me.
My words rose with my panting. “How was I able to be without you for so long?”
A low growl came. He slipped his finger inside of me.
I moaned, “Oh!”
My body drowned in sensations.
I stopped caressing my nipples, and moved my hand down to his cock, needing him inside of me. My pussy ached for him.
He pushed his finger deeper, as his other hand cupped my ass.
I was all his. Never would I run away. Never stray. No one else could take my attention from him. And whatever he wanted—kids, marriage, forever—I had signed up and agreed with my blood. With my soul.
There would be no end to us. Even after the grave, I would seek him. Even when we traveled well beyond this world, I would need him near me—wherever that would be. Hell or heaven. Limbo, or a pool of silent darkness. Still our love would live on.
“Kaz,” I whimpered.
“I’m angry.” He lifted me and I moaned with joy. “Let me know if I hurt you.”
I straddled him. “What if I want you to hurt me?”
His heated gaze penetrated me more than his cock ever could. “We should be careful. You’re already injured.”
I gave him a wicked smile. “Injure me some more. Take your anger out on my body.”
“Mysh.” He grunted and thrust his cock hard into me. Next, he kissed my mouth. Harder than ever. Rough. And I loved the pain. The sting of his teeth against my lips. The crash of his tongue against mine.
I shivered as that thick long cock pushed me open. “Fuck.”
Within the warm spray of water, I rocked and moved with him, riding his cock as he raised and lowered me. He moved one of his hands under my ass and thumbed my anus.
“Oh!” I let my head fall back.
That warm water splashed over us, adding to the perfect sensations. Our moans rose in the steam. Our hips moved in perfect rhythm. All I knew were shivers of desire. They coursed through me, motivating me to rock. Electric heat sparked everywhere he touched.
“I can’t wait to make you my wife.” This time, his kiss was softer, but no less orgasmic-inducing. His hands remained planted on my hips. He increased the speed of his strokes.
Unable to control myself, I put my hands on his shoulders, falling and rising with his cock. “Oh, Kaz!”
“Damn you.” He nuzzled my throat and hammered into me.
Jesus!
I was breathless, no longer angle to rock with him. All I could do was take that big cock. His breath caressed me, along with the steam and warm water. My body pulsed and shook. I was close to the edge. He ground that cock into me. Hitting the right spots. Shoving me near the edge.
He whispered in Russian, “Already I want to come in you.”
I moaned back, “I’m close to exploding too.”
A ragged moan left him.
He slowed his strokes, doing his best to last longer. It made me crazy how much he was out of control.
“Oh baby.” I ran my hand up to the back of his head. My fingers twisted in his wet hair.
Kaz pulled back and watched me as he thrust. His eyes had gone dreamy and full of lust. This was the lion at his most adorable and hot. The most intimate moment. The few times he lost control.
Riding his cock, I couldn’t look away. So we gazed at each other. And it drove me even crazier.
Slowly, he moved inside me.
Kissing my lips.
He held me closer to him and rolled his hips, pressing his pelvis directly against my clit.
I moaned and dug my nails into his back, unable to help it.
He kissed me. Consumed me. Biting my lower lip and then sucking on it. And he never stopped. He continued to thrust deeper. Harder. But so deliciously slow.
And then we moved in sync, getting closer and closer.
“I love you. I fucking love you.” His words sparked the final burst of ecstasy.
I cried out, riding that cock more. Shuddering the whole time.
“Fuck, mysh.” His cock jerked in me. He buried his face in my neck and bucked hard.
“Ah!” That move pushed me into orgasm.
He raised my hips and stroked with pure skill.
I exploded. Denoted. Burst into thousands and thousands of bits. Lust vibrated through every inch of my body.
We came together.
Orgasming as one.
Moving and bucking.
Groaning in unison.
After long beautiful moments of ecstasy, he held me close to him within the shower, not letting me down.
My chest rose and fell. I tried to catch my breath. My body had gone numb. My eyes could barely remain open.
He kissed me quick and then stared at me through the steam.
“Forever.” His words stirred my soul. “For-fucking-ever.”
“Forever,” I whispered back.
Several seconds went by. We dried off in the bathroom, but didn’t put on any clothes. Instead, we both slowly climbed into bed and slept together. Entangled in each other’s limbs. Neither willing to let the other go. It was heaven being back with him.
Hours later, we made it to Moscow with no problem. We were both beyond exhaustion. It took forever to get dressed. When we did, no one else was on the plane.
Kaz’s new set of men stood outside. Zahkar had a few of his.
Zahkar and Kazimir exchanged words, but I was too tired to listen as I limped forward to our good old trusty limo.
Never in my life, had I thought home would be anywhere but Harlem. But as I took in the chill in the air and the beauty of my city, I knew Moscow was my home.
Welcome back.
Zahkar muttered several things as he opened the limo door for us.
Kazimir waved him away. “We’ll talk later.”
We headed straight to the mansion. Kaz came close to yelling at the driver to speed up. Thank God he only grumbled to himself as he held me.
The whole time, I yawned, barely able to stay awake.
Once we got home, his men tried to talk to him once more.
He had no time.
We had no time.
He picked me up. I groaned but gave him no complaint. My leg felt swollen. My body ached.
“We’ll rest. When we wake up, I’ll call the doctor.” He carried me up the stairs.
A yawn escaped me. “Everything will be fine.”
“It will.”
We hit our new master suite. Kaz didn’t turn on the lights. Moonlight slipped through the curtains. It was the only glow that helped us get to the bed. But once we climbed in, heaven wrapped around us. Soft blankets and silk sheets. Fluffy pillows and a warm Kazimir.
Cuddling under layers and layers of blankets, I drowned in him. I sank deep within his love and protection.
Forever.
Epilogue
Kazimir
In my dream, we
rode on a yacht.
My mysh and me.
A storm battered above us.
I held my mouse in my arms. “Don’t worry. It’ll stop soon.”
“Let’s hope.”
The yacht plunged into the angry swells of the dark sea. I didn’t know why we stood on the deck. Surely it would be safer inside. The waves rose to a giant’s height. All powerful and mighty. The white spray dotted the night sky and then crashed back down to the sea.
Emily trembled next to me. “Will we survive this?”
“There’s no other option.”
The ropes that were keeping the beams in place above our heads, strained and twisted under the violent wind.
Emily screamed.
I looked back to the sea.
A massive wave raced toward our yacht.
She turned around and buried her face in my chest. “We won’t survive.”
“Trust me.”
The wave came. The yacht surged upwards. We fell back. She held onto me.
“I’ve got you.” I gripped the deck’s handle. The wave crashed into the yacht again.
I lost my grip. The sea sprayed. And I tried to grab on to something as the vessel rocked from side to side.
Cold water enveloped us.
Emily slipped away from my hands.
“No!” I screamed. “Emily!”
The waves crashed into the yacht again and flipped all of us over.
We fell into the ocean.
I lost Emily and couldn’t scream for her, without filling my mouth with water.
Panic spread through me.
Where are you? Mouse?! Where are you?!
I tried to swim against the violent waves, but it dragged me deep down into its murky dark depths. My body twisted and turned, arms and feet working frantically against the pressures of a demonic whirlpool.
Death’s abyss.
I struggled.
I feared.
I kicked furiously, clawing at the heavy walls of water above.
Somehow I broke surface, thrashing to stay on top of the black swells.
“Emily!” I screamed out; my arms burned from my swimming. “Emily!”
“Kaz!” Emily screamed my name off in the distance. “Kaz!”
“Where are you?”
“Kaz!”
My body shook.
The view of the water distorted.
Wait. I’m sleeping. It’s only a dream.
Emily yelled off in the distance. “Kaz!”
Wake up.
I opened my eyes.
I was no longer in that cruel ocean. A sea of blankets covered one of side of me. I now lay in my bedroom back in Moscow. My body trembled as I blinked my eyes and focused on the space.
“Emily?” I slowly rose from the bed.
She kicked the blankets off herself and that was how they became piled on my side.
I blinked my eyes again and turned her way.
Panic rode Emily’s voice. “Kaz, something’s wrong.”
My heart stopped. My body trembled in pain. I stared at her, finally realizing what was going on.
She held her hands out as they shook. “Kaz, what’s happening?”
Blood dotted her fingertips.
She moved the sheets and blankets away from her legs. And there, blood stained the sheets between her parted legs. The inner part of her thighs was dotted in blood.
Our child. Something’s wrong.
“It’s going to be okay.” Terror filled me. “I’ll get a doctor.”
I jumped up and stumbled on the sheets.
Goddamn it!
I rushed to the door and grabbed my guard. “Get a doctor now. Wake him up. Send a car personally, if you have to.
I ran back to the bed.
Tears streaked Emily’s cheeks as she whispered, “I lost her. . .didn’t I?”
“No.” I held her close to me, wishing I could heal her myself. “We don’t know yet. The doctor will be here. Everything will alright.”
Will it?
Emily cried, “Then, why am I bleeding?”
“I don’t know, mysh, but I’m here. . .and I’m not going anywhere.”
She remained in my arms, crying into my shoulder. I wouldn’t let my own tears out. I needed to remain strong. I had to be her strength—her foundation.
Baba had said, “Something else must die, when your mouse comes to you.”
“What does that mean?”
“You must let something go. Let it die. I don’t know what, but let’s see.”
In less than an hour, the doctor arrived, assessed Emily, and told us the news. She had been four weeks pregnant and had a miscarriage.
Emily stayed silent the whole time, and I did too. I was unsure of what I should say, what I should do. All of this was outside of my expertise.
Once again power meant nothing. No amount of guns or money could bring my baby girl back to me.
“Something else must die, when your mouse comes to you.”
All this time I went to great lengths to have money and power, and all the things that I thought truly mattered. And now I was finding that the best things—the deepest ones—the people and moments that caused my heart to warm—those wouldn’t be protected with all the money, or power.
We lost her.
The next hour, I helped Emily clean up in the shower. No more tears came, but sorrow filled her eyes. The doctor gave her something to go to sleep. He offered pills to me too. I refused to take them . Jean-Pierre had ruined our lives. There was no time for sleep.
Another hour passed. In the darkness of our bedroom, I held my mouse in my arms. The whole time, I sat and thought about how I would destroy France.
For hours, she slept next to me.
And for hours, I plotted. I could no longer close my eyes. No exhaustion came. That was the power of revenge.
Jean-Pierre, you’ve finally got all of my attention. But I won’t be as easy as Uncle Igor. And while you may have control of Paris, I have possession of the whole fucking world.
He took my mouse from me, and now he has taken my daughter too.
Friends? No. Not friends at all.
There would never be a friendship. There would never be an alliance, or compromise of any sorts. I didn’t want to hear his apologies, or ways he would try to fix this.
All I wanted to hear was his scream in pain.
I’m going to take out his whole bloodline.
Gently, I lay Emily down on the bed, making sure not to wake her.
When I opened the door, I spotted Zahkar sitting next to it. “What?”
Zahkar rose. “I’m sorry about the pregnancy—”
“What’s going on?”
“I wanted to update you on the monkey guy.”
Pain throbbed at my temples. “You still haven’t caught him?”
“No.”
“Then, go home.”
“What?”
I walked off. “I gave you more than enough time. You failed.”
Zahkar ran up to my side and kept my pace. “Kazimir, this isn’t easy. Whoever is doing this, they’re deep inside the brotherhood.”
I stopped and snapped my view to him. “How deep?”
“Every time I get close to a witness, either someone kills them, or they kill themselves. That’s what happened to her man—Yuri. He’d called me and left a message that he had some information. I arrived in his room and he was down.”
“What about the cameras?”
“Nothing but darkness. Someone’s controlled the cameras. When the monkey heads were put in the room, they went dark too. Same as when Yuri was killed.”
This was another job that Misha could solve in seconds. Had he not been so preoccupied he could have taken proper control of my security. I didn’t have time for that just yet, but Misha would have to be dealt with soon. Whether he wanted to stand by my side or not, he would make up the kidnapping situation by helping me find this monkey guy.
I headed off.
Zahkar hurried behind me. “Kazimir?”
I continued down the stairs. “Where did they put the devil?”
“The devil? You mean the man you brought back? The one that’s tied up?”
“Yes.”
“The devil’s in the jail.”
I went down the rest of the steps, and even lower, passing the first level and taking the stairs in the back. When my mother lived here, this area was a basement full of boxes stacked with old pictures. When she left, I had it turned into three jail cells. There, I held people that I needed to question… or torture. At times it tended to be the same thing.
Zahkar followed me down into the dark corridor. Carpet made way to concrete stone. A metal door stood before us.
I looked at Zahkar. “You’re still here?”
“I’m not leaving. You’re mad, but you’ll understand.”
I opened the door. “Understand what?”
Zahkar grimaced. “Your mourning and mad. You just need to kill someone.”
“Maybe I should kill you.” I stepped through and headed to the cell. “You have had the time to catch this guy. Because of you one of my mouse’s men is dead.”
“I explained the problem.”
“That’s not good enough.” I stomped to the first cell. It was empty. I went to the second. The next one was as vacant as well.
“Kazimir?”
“What the fuck?!” I roared and turned to him. “I told you to leave.”
“She’ll get pregnant again.” Zahkar looked down at the floor. “And never again. . .never will she get taken.”
“You can guarantee that?”
“I can.”
“Then, it will mean your life.”
“That’s fine with me.” Zahkar straightened and faced me. “I would like to be her personal guard.”
I lifted my brow. “You want to step away from my side and go to hers.”
“To be next to your mouse is to be by your side.”
I glared at him, wishing he would say something disrespectful, so I could hit him. Zahkar was right. I just needed to kill someone. And he was also right that she needed even more protection.
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