“Oops!” she exclaimed breathily. “I’ll get it!”
She reached for the gun with one hand and the button on his jeans with her other hand. She was so fast she had a hand inside and wrapped around his rigid cock before his frozen brain could even register what his mischievous wife was doing. The few brain cells that were left to fire quickly thawed when he realized she was bringing the gun up to rest against his hip while she did her best to pull his dick out of his underwear, through the unzipped opening in his jeans and into her waiting mouth. He needed to remember why this was not a good idea before his cock landed in heaven and the rest of his brain cells exploded in a shower of “I don’t give a fucks!”
Right. Because 90% of the time Natasha forgot to put the safety on the gun when she wasn’t using it. The last thing he needed was for her to shoot her head off. Or his dick. Or both at the same time. One hand landed over hers, disarming her, while the other went to the back of her head. He very carefully tangled his fingers in her hair and urged her to her feet, ignoring the soft impatient sound she made. Oh, she was going to get fucked after that little display. How could he not?
He made sure the safety was on and then tucked his gun into his holster. Then he turned a very stern look on his wife. She looked up at him, the picture of wide-eyed innocence, then she turned and ran for the cabin, laughing hysterically. He loved hearing the sound of Natasha happy and care-free. It was the sound of life to him. He would do anything to protect this sound. To keep it in his life until the end of his life.
He let her make it to the door of the cabin before he swept her off her feet and carried her carefully to the couch. The bed was too far away. He dropped her onto her butt and then stood in front of her with a raised brow. “Proceed,” he told her pointing toward his opened jeans.
She would have laughed at the look of arrogant expectation on his face combined with eager hopefulness except there wasn’t anything else she wanted to do more in that moment than wrap her lips around his delicious cock. She felt like she’d been trying all afternoon to get at this exact treat and he was finally delivering! She dove for his underwear, pushing them down and pulling his erection out. As soon as it was in front of her face she licked her lips and pressed a wet kiss against the purple crown.
“Fuck, Natasha!” he growled. “Can’t wait, you’ll have to do that later.”
“What…!?” she yelped.
“Changed my mind, I need a bite of this ass,” he said, grabbing her by the waist and flipping her up on the couch so she was kneeling, facing away from him on the plush furniture. She cast a confused look over her shoulder before he bent her over and pressed her hands into the back on the couch.
He kneeled behind her, gripped her ass cheeks and buried his face between her legs. Tasha moaned as his tongue found the hot, wet, needy part of her that had been so desperate for his touch all day long. God, she would endure endless hours of learning how to shoot, or how not to shoot, if it always ended in the heaven of his skilled tongue on her flesh. She dug her fingers deep into the couch cushions and arched her back low, pressing back into his face. She widened her knees and rocked her hips, uncaring of the desperate, needy sounds pouring from her throat.
His used his tongue and hands, torturing her heated, slippery flesh. He parted her labia between long, callused fingers and drove her insane with long, leisurely licks that circled her clitoris again and again with teasing strokes. Fluid slipped from her overheated cunt steadily down her thighs as her ass danced under his strong grip. She vibrated with the need to come. Yet, he knew every time she came close and he backed off.
“David!” she wailed, beating her fists against the back of the couch.
She heard his sinister chuckle, muffled by the curves of her ass cheeks as he licked his way from her pussy to her ass. She cried out and gripped the couch harder, knowing he was going to eat her ass and wanting it despite the dark taboo nature of this kind of love play. In the weeks since their return to the cabin, he’d steadily pushed her toward this moment, forcing her to accept his invasion of every part of his body. Though he’d been gentle with her, he hadn’t accepted anything but her complete capitulation. Now she understood why he hadn’t wanted her mouth on his cock. He had other plans.
“Blyad! Oh my god, oh David, yes,” she moaned as he used his tongue in and around her ass while pressing his fingers into her still dripping pussy.
Instead of reaching for the mindlessness of pleasure as she was used to doing, David was forcing her steadily upriver toward an extreme dark peak. One she wasn’t sure if she was ready for. She knew they were headed this way. He’d buried his fingers in her ass more and more often lately, stretching her, telling her without words that soon every crevice would belong to him. He was her dark heart and she belonged to him. Every last part. She felt his lips slide from her ass up her spine, his fingers replacing his tongue to delve deep into the dark, pleasurable recess, forcing a cry from her. He slid over her as she cried out and arched her spine down, pushing her ass back onto his fingers, deeper, the way she needed him.
“You’re going to take me today, my love,” he murmured in her ear, licking her, his hot breath tearing a shiver from her.
Sparks of pleasure exploded through her at those words “my love” and she thrust back almost involuntarily onto his hand, her ass bumping against his hips. He was demanding her complete surrender and all she could do was moan and writhe in response, open herself up and let him take everything. She wanted to glow and explode in an inferno of light for her possessive monster. She wanted him to steal her bright passion while she bathed in the darkness surrounding him.
“Fuck, Natasha,” he snarled against her, biting her jaw. “Let’s dance.”
He stood behind her and pressed his hand against her back, keeping her down when she would have stood with him. She felt him maneuver against her, sliding his hard, veined cock up and down her wet slit until she was moaning and begging once more. She was practically crying with the need for release. She had never been so explosively ready for orgasm. In fact, she was so ready that the moment the broad crown of his penis breached her tight channel the first spasms of orgasm hit her. She couldn’t help it. With his fingers still buried in her ass and his cock sliding like warm, thick steel into her dripping passage, she shot straight into heaven, throwing her hair back with a scream. She clenched so hard on him, he nearly came with her. He buried a fist in her hair and jerked her head back, burying his face in her neck and riding her orgasm out with her, teeth gritted so he wouldn’t come prematurely.
“That’s it, dancer. Scream for me,” he demanded as her orgasm continued.
When she finally calmed enough to release his cock, he slid from her heaving body. She would have collapsed onto the couch, but he caught her around the waist. “You’re not done yet,” he growled, jerking her knees further apart and positioning himself behind her.
She tossed her dark hair back, a gorgeous mahogany waterfall down her graceful back and looked over her shoulder at him. She showed him every ounce of trust and invitation her sapphire eyes were capable of. She knew David would fly with her to heaven this time. Even if he didn’t belong there, he would go anyway. With her, for her.
He trailed light fingers down her spine, moving the soft locks of her hair to the side and drawing a shiver of pleasure and a sigh from her. Such a soft response after the white-hot explosion of her orgasm. Then his obsidian eyes captured and held hers and she saw the intense, possessive heat within. The impatient monster, clawing its way up. Battling with the man that was gently caressing her. His eyes told her he was about to let the monster free.
Her lips parted slightly and her fingers widened along the edge of the couch, gripping. His eyes flicked to her whitened knuckles and his lips twitched in appreciation, the scar tightening. His fingers dug bruisingly into her waist and his cock touched her flesh. The breath caught in her throat and she knew she was out of time. The monster had surfaced and he wanted everything, her total sub
mission.
She flung her head back on a cry and squeezed her eyes shut as he pressed his cock against the slippery rosette of her ass and began the steady intrusion that would make her last virgin territory his forever. He breached the muscle with steady efficiency, having stretched her enough with his fingers that the pain flared and receded quickly into the dark pleasure she’d come to expect. She moaned as he moved steadily forward, sliding deeper than he’d gone before with just his fingers. Finally, when she didn’t think she could take anymore, when the stretch became too much, he stopped.
They breathed together, his chest heaving against her back, his harsh exhales mingling in her hair while his cock twitched deep within her ass. When she caught her breath enough, she moaned her appreciation of the exquisite sensations cascading out from her lower body to shimmer throughout her limbs, exploding in light and happiness. She wanted this feeling forever. Not just the fucking. But the closeness. The extreme loving as their sweat-slicked bodies reached for all the possibilities.
David held her like she was the best, the only thing in the world for him as he began moving deep within her body. He reached around and buried his fingers deep in her warm, wet pussy as he slid in and out of her ass, rocking against her. Tears of wonder pricked her eyes as she hurtled the peak of orgasm once more, grasping for it with every sobbing breath.
Trusting David to hold her up, she let go of the couch and clutched the strong hand that was buried in her pussy, feeling the way he plunged his fingers inside of her. God, how she’d always love his hands, capable of so many things. Commanding and strumming her pleasure to his own. She shouted her release as it flooded through her, weakening her limbs and hurtling her headlong into another incredible, previously unknown height.
“David!” she screamed, pleasure hitting her hard.
She dug her nails into his hand as his cock flared bigger and he buried himself deep in her ass and then stilled. Her mind went blank from the pressure of his cock pressed so hard and thick against her as hot jets of semen flooded her in such an intimate way. She gasped and moaned at the endless moment, just feeling the overwhelming sensation of being completely filled from the front and from behind.
A tiny whimper escaped her when he finally slid from her body, allowing her to collapse onto the couch. He dropped next to her for a moment, but the couch was too small for both of them to lay sideways with his broad chest and shoulders. Tasha shoved at David until he rolled off of her and landed on the floor. She giggled when he sprawled out on his back and stared up at the ceiling, his usual blank expression replaced with one of dazedness. She liked that she could do that to him.
Once she got her breath back she announced, “I’m hungry.”
His dark eyes cut to her, his brows lowering, “What does the baby want this time?”
She thought about it for a second and then answered, “Butter chicken, avocado, licorice and a fruit and nut chocolate bar.”
He sighed and rubbed a hand over his face before he sat up and reached for his discarded clothes. Her cravings rarely included anything they already had in the cabin. “All in that order?” he asked sarcastically as he stood to pull his jeans on.
“No,” she said grabbing a pillow that had fallen to the floor and smacking his leg with it. “Altogether, of course. Now go get my food before this baby starves!”
David pulled on his shirt and bent over to kiss her before snatching up the keys from the hook by the door. He turned back looked at his grinning wife and said quietly, “I love you, Natasha.” Then he walked out the door.
Her jaw fell open and she waited about six seconds before she scrambled around the couch toward the door. She flung it open, stood naked in the doorway, and shouted after him, “Are you dying?”
He waved at her, got in the new truck and drove away. She stared after him for a full two minutes in complete shock before she closed the door with a happy sigh and floated back into the cabin. Life couldn’t get much better.
Chapter Thirty-One
“Hey there, baby,” she whispered, gliding her hand over the curve of her belly.
It was definitely starting to show and she loved it. She was standing in her dance studio with her shirt pushed up and her stomach pushed out. She was admiring her profile in every angle she could crane her head. So very different from her dancing days where the girls had been competing to see who looked more svelte, whose muscles were the strongest while also the sleekest. Now, she was proud of her layered curves and growing belly. She wanted every pound and every inch.
She pulled her shirt back down and sat to pull on her toe shoes. Now that she was about to enter her second trimester she could no longer dance with the energy she once had, but she still enjoyed messing around and choreographing new steps. She reached for her iPod and flipped until she had the song that had been running through her head earlier while she was thinking about a new dance – the remixed version of Beyonce’s “Crazy in Love.” She set it on repeat and began creating the steps that played relentlessly in her head, making sure to slow them down so David wouldn’t freak out at her when he returned from town to find her dancing. He would be back in about an hour and he took her and the baby’s health quite seriously.
Natasha had been dancing for about ten minutes when the music stopped abruptly. She halted with her arms still raised and tilted her head with a frown to see what had cut short her song. She screamed. Three sinister men now filled her studio, crowding the spacious room with their deadly presence. Her eyes swept over them in shock, taking in their sudden appearance. All were tall, muscular and wearing suits. But one in particular caught her attention. The foreboding aura surrounding the Italian mafia boss was impossible to miss.
“Oh my god, Niccolo!” she shrieked, throwing herself toward him, an enthusiastic grin splitting her face.
He held a hand up, stopping her forward momentum and refusing the hug that he would have at one time gladly taken from her. His eyes travelled the length of her body, taking in the small, rounded bump of her stomach. A modicum of warmth entered his normally brutal expression when she turned sideways to proudly show him. He nodded appreciatively and said, “Congratulations, tesero.”
“Thank you!” she said with a grin, then waved him into the main part of the cabin ignoring the men that were with him. She had grown used to his muscled-up shadows over the past few years. She showed Niccolo to a comfortable chair in front of the cold fireplace and sat opposite him, giving him the space he clearly thought she should have. “So, you have found me again! Though I’m not in trouble this time. What brings you for a visit my shadowy savior?”
His dark, speculative gaze travelled over the lovely young woman, taking in every feature of his carefully plotted investment. As with many things in his life, he carefully cultivated the talents of those around him. Though Natasha was undoubtedly very talented, she had nothing much to offer a man such as the Italian. Her husband, on the other hand, did. Few guns equaled Davidov. Nic had watched the other man’s career with interest for many years, toying with the idea of stepping in much earlier. Unfortunately, the independent Russian made sure he had nothing of value in his life that could be used against him.
Until Natasha.
Nic had been generous. He had given them a honeymoon phase before stepping in. Before whispering in Natasha’s ear that perhaps her husband was cheating on her, the reason for David’s many late evenings away from their marriage bed. He had men watching as she’d followed her husband and watched him complete the Vronsky job. A job that Niccolo DeLuca had set up. His men had informed him that she had run away from her husband. Of course, Davidov would have caught up to his sweet little wife in no time if Nic hadn’t been trailing every step, covering her path.
Nic had shown his face in Natasha’s life five weeks after she’d run from her husband. She had been out of money, terrified and heartbroken. He had proclaimed himself a friend, given her a fake passport and enough money to keep her on her feet. She had questioned his genero
sity, but he’d made it clear she’d had no choice in the matter. A year later, when she’d found herself in a similar situation, he had once more shown up in the hovel she’d been staying and ‘rescued’ her. Natasha had been so grateful for his assistance that she hadn’t even questioned his generosity the second time. She’d been on the run in a new city. Starving because she couldn’t find a job and cold because the place she’d just moved into had the power shut off.
Nic hadn’t realized her situation had grown so dire. He’d kept his rage bottled while she’d shivered in his arms, sick from fear and cold, and told him of her hunger and desperation. Of how she almost wished David would find her and end her misery with a bullet. It was at that point in his black heart that Nic felt himself grow attached to the little ballerina. She did not deserve such cruel men in her life. But like pieces on a board, she had become his little pawn. The bait for his carefully laid trap.
After giving her another infusion of money and another untraceable passport, which would send her to Western Canada, he walked away from Natasha with the promise that they would meet again in better times. She had nodded tearfully and thanked him graciously. He had walked out of her tiny, broken down apartment and put a bullet in the man that was supposed to have been watching over the petite Russian woman. What part of desperate, but not starving to death was so hard to understand?
Several months later he made sure Davidov was tipped off to his wife’s whereabouts. Then he sat back and awaited the fireworks of reunification. Now that he had the wife in his pocket, it was time to ensure the husband’s loyalty. “It pleases me to see you so happy, Natasha.” Nic was somewhat amazed to find that he spoke the truth. Perhaps his Maria was softening him.
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