Anatoly's Retribution: Book Two

by Latrivia Welch

  “It’s a good thing we’re proficient with our hands, then,” Anatoly said seriously. He had no intention of killing Ryan Colt with a gun in the first place. It was too quick and too clean.

  Dmitry raised another point. “Things may be a little more complicated than we first thought. This Ryan character is backed by Popov.” He knew the men in the room knew who he was. “I doubt he will just sit by and wait for us to kill his boy. We need to be prepared to deal with him.”

  “Why don’t we push him to give Ryan up?” Gabriel asked. He wasn’t naïve about their position. Medlov power outranked Popov, which meant by thieves’ law, he had to acquiesce to their wishes.

  But Dmitry was not convinced that the underboss would comply, considering they had already cost him millions. “Ambition is a dangerous thing. Popov may throw the rock, and hide his hand on this one. We cost him a lot of money today.”

  Dmitry paced the floor, going over their possible outcomes. “I expect we’ll be getting a call soon. He’ll want to bargain with us, offer us a deal in exchange for Anastaysia.”

  “There will be no fucking deals,” Anatoly said with a scowl.

  Dmitry made sure to be clear. “No, there will be no deals, but Popov and Ryan don’t know that. By my estimation, after we cost him fifty million dollars, he’s going to want some form of reparations. When they find out that we are not willing to pay that money, they will hurt her.” He looked at Anatoly. “We have to be smart about this.”

  “We have to get to her before they figure out we aren’t going to pay,” Royal said, feeling like this was Anya’s situation all over again.

  “Let’s see where this Eddy takes us. Get the videos tomorrow and wait for the call. In the process, we get all our men out on the streets to keep an eye out for Ryan, just in case he pops up somewhere – a gas station, a gun shop, whatever. We have plenty of low-level guys here. Marat, get the word out tonight. I want all eyes out from now until we find her.”

  “Yes, Boss,” Marat answered quickly.

  Royal looked over at Renee and knew she needed some time with her husband before this ramped up again. For that matter, they all needed the night. She rubbed a hand over her husband’s chest, trailing her nails over his pecks. “Everyone has their marching orders, but tonight, the women folk will demand you men eat, get clean and get some rest. No buts.”

  No one in the room could disagree. Even Anatoly had to acknowledge that his body was starting to shut down.

  Dmitry knew exactly what he needed to recharge his batteries. He licked his lips and winked at Royal. “You heard the woman. Get some rest, ladies and gentlemen. We get started first thing in the morning.” He pulled her close and whispered something naughty in her ear, making her blush.

  Anatoly helped Renee out the door with his arm around her. “Let me get you in bed. You need to rest,” he said, eager to get her alone.

  As the meeting broke and the bosses left with their wives, everyone else started to chatter among themselves again.

  Marat stood with Boris in the corner watching Nadei talk to Peaches about their plan of attack for tomorrow. It seemed that they could go on all night.

  Boring…

  Walking over to her when he thought they were done, Marat cleared his throat and interrupted.

  “Peaches,” Marat said, giving Nadei the look to get lost.

  “What’s up, Marat?” Peaches asked, turning toward him. Full black lashes fringed her smoldering, dark brown eyes.

  Marat loved brown eyes. Hers had a unique effect on him.

  She was fresh-faced tonight, something that turned Marat on more than she could ever detect on his stoic face. In jeans that fit her muscular legs and a KISS T-shirt that was cut to show her perky breasts, she looked up at him and waited for him to speak.

  Marat could smell vanilla on her skin and sandalwood in her natural hair, pulled up in a ponytail atop her head. She looked younger than 20 anything to him, but her confidence and overall bad-assness matured her in his eyes. “Do you need any help on tomorrow?”

  “No, we’ve got it.” She smiled and playfully hit his chest. “Sounds like you’ve got plenty on your plate already. Thanks though.”

  Boris smirked at Marat’s attempt to be charming. His friend was a mass murderer who was afraid to talk to a little girl.

  Unbelievable. It was painful to watch, but Boris couldn’t take his eyes away.

  Marat glanced over his shoulder and shot Boris a dirty look. Feeling put on the spot, he figured he might as well go for it now. Rejection couldn’t be any worse than being mocked by his friend. “Well since you’ve got tomorrow taken care of, have a drink with me tonight.”

  Peaches tilted her head and folded her arms across her chest. “Marat, are you trying to hit on me?” Finally.

  “I just did,” he said, stepping closer. “What do you say?”

  Peaches shook her head, surprised that the most serious guy in the room was actually flirting. She couldn’t lie, and say she hadn’t noticed him, but she figured he wasn’t interested. “Yeah, okay. I’ll have a drink with you. Come up to my room in about an hour.”

  Boris’ mouth flew open. “Holy shit. Can I come too?”

  “No,” Peaches said, flipping Boris the bird. She stepped closer to Marat, feeling his body heat as she invaded his personal space. “What kind of drinks you like outside of vodka?”

  “Anything brown,” he said, suggestively. He flashed a coy smile, loosening up more by the second. “What about you?”

  “Oh, I like all kinds.” Peaches waved her finger at him and turned around. Walking away, she couldn’t help but smile, knowing he was watching her ass. “Bring up some Jack and Coke, then.”

  “I’ll be happy to.” Marat watched her leave the room in satisfaction. He’d bring her up whatever she wanted, if she let him kiss her – not necessarily on the mouth. Turning to see his friend, he rolled his eyes. “Don’t say a word, Boris. I don’t want to hear it.”

  Boris smacked his lips. “You should be saying thank you.”

  Chapter Nine

  Let Me Heal You…

  Q uietly, Anatoly followed Renee up to their bedroom after the meeting, leaving behind the worries of the day. Holding his hand, she led him inside of their private quarters and closed the large white double doors shut, leaning against them as she watched him make his way over to the nightstand and carefully place his keys, guns and knives by the half-broken lamp that he had knocked over earlier.

  Renee could see the exhaustion all over him. He looked haggard – in need of special care. After a morning sedated and an afternoon of pure adrenaline, his body was finally starting to beg for balance. Maybe she could help him with that.

  “Long day?” she said with a smirk.

  That was saying a mouthful. Anatoly glanced up at her under heavy lashes and nodded. His voice was deep and scratchy. “Very long, printsessa. The longest.” There was an edge in his voice like he had finally hit a brick wall. “Sometimes I am dumbfounded by the predicaments we get ourselves in.”

  “We always manage to get out of them okay.”

  Anatoly glanced over faintly cynical. His eye held hers, making her blush. “Look who’s seeing the glass half-full these days.”

  “I had some help with that.”

  “Well, tell whoever changed your mind that I said thank you.”

  “I will.” She paused for a minute and then mocked him. “Anatoly…”

  “Yes,” he answered with a croon.

  “My husband said to thank you for helping me change my attitude.”

  Despite his exhaustion and stress, Anatoly chuckled. Even he had to admit that was cute. He played along, glad to be in her presence. “Tell him it was my pleasure.”

  One article at a time, Anatoly peeled out of his garments, first pulling off his shirt to reveal the wall of muscle that she had become so accustomed to, then unbuckling his jeans and shimmying them down his concrete legs.

  Using his left foot to push down at the
heel of his right boot; he wiggled it off before using the opposite foot to do the same. When he was done, he turned to her in only his black briefs and awaited her approval.

  Renee felt his vulnerability, the need to be comforted, even if he would never say it aloud. She closed the distance between them and placed a cool hand on his hot skin. So silky smooth, yet so tough.

  Electricity danced between their bodies with the ever so gentle gesture. Looking up into his eyes, she parted her lips and whispered to him.

  “I can see you now,” she said sincerely. He was more beautiful to her than ever before.

  Placing his hand on the small of her back, he pulled her in closer, making her feel his growing erection. Inch by inch, it threatened to interrupt their conversation, but painstakingly, he kept it at bay for the moment. “Am I what you thought I’d be?”

  Renee’s breath caught in her chest. His pheromones were like a sheen of mist that had been sprayed over her. The closer and warmer he became, the more she wanted him. “Better, much better.” Her hand moved up to his capped shoulder, fingers trailing along his skin. She rested her palm on the stars given to him by the Vory v Zakone. Remorse darkened her soft brown face. In a broken voice, she slumped. “I’m sorry that I never took the time to really look before.”

  Anatoly didn’t need an apology, especially from the one woman in the world who had to put up with him unconditionally. It was what it was. His ego could suffer a blow or two every once in a while. However, her willingness to lower her guard, admit her faults, allow him to be accepted, it all was more than cherished.

  Using his free hand, he lifted her small determined chin to look into her big brown eyes. “I’m sorry that I never gave you the chance, Renee.”

  The sensuality of his gaze was unnerving. Minty breath tickled her nose. Just standing in front of him, barely touching him, drove all five of her God-given senses wild. She had to have him. Feeling her inner sex start to throb as it came alive, she slipped a hand behind his neck and pulled his face to hers.

  “Let me heal you,” she said, voice carrying in the quietness of the room. She brushed her lips against his. “Let me make it all better, even if it’s just for a while.”

  Anatoly felt the animal in him starting to stir awake. His underwear was getting in the way of his mighty erection. Blood filled his manhood, making it stand to attention, prodding between them, begging for release.

  He ran a hand over her pajama top, plucking each button open. Removing her shirt, he caressed her warm skin, trailing kisses down her neck to her collarbone. He could feel her beating heart racing, longing for him to take her.

  Breathing heavily, she pushed down her pants and let them pool around her bare feet.

  Anatoly licked his lips, drinking in the sight of her. He pulled her ponytail down and let her hair fall over her shoulders. The air conditioner turned on and its cool air blasted from the vent above, but it did little to quench the fire raging between their bodies.

  She was standing below him in muted pink lace lingerie that accented her skin. Brown pebbled nipples hardened under the soft fabric. Her heavy breasts swayed with little support under them. He pushed a palm against her, cupping her breast in his hand and squeezing it until her eyes closed shut.

  Reaching around her back, he plucked it open and pulled the bra away from her. He nursed on her bosom, sucking her nipples and filling his mouth with as much of her as he could get. She tasted delicious, the perfume transferred from her silky skin to his tongue.

  Bending down in front of his wife, he slipped his nimble fingers at the waist of her lace boy shorts, pulling them down her thighs, passed her knees, and then he helped her out of them.

  He could smell the faint scent of her perfume mingled with desire as he ran his mouth over her mound.

  Renee looked down at him on his knees in front of her and ran a hand through his blonde hair. Waves of fluffy, golden curls slipped through her fingers.

  Looking up at her, he kissed her belly button.

  “Ride my face.” His voice was hard and shallow.

  Renee swallowed hard. The wetness between her thighs were turning from a soppy little mess into a raging river. His eyes were going to finish her if he didn’t do something fast.

  Slipping his tattooed finger between her legs, he pushed the folds of her body open, rubbing his thumb against her clitoris as he invaded her. There was no mercy in his eyes. She was his wife, his to please and pleasure himself with. Pulling the digit out of her womb, he licked it while she watched.

  Renee’s mouth fell open. It was such a simple thing, but so erotic. Her heart began to skip beats at a time.

  “Make me,” she whispered.

  “Make you?” Anatoly thought he heard a challenge in there somewhere. Throwing one leg over his shoulder, he picked her up, raising her body up into the air like an acrobat. She was light as a feather. In view of her shaved secret, he threw her other leg over him and held her up as he sucked at her labia.

  Renee held on to him. A wave of sweet ecstasy made her forget herself. He speared through her, flicking his greedy tongue against her body. He could feel her clench tight. The audible sound of him suckling her drove both of them mad.

  It was impossible to deny. She wanted the orgasm lingering just out of reach. Moving her hips against him, she pulled his face in closer, hearing him drink her liquid fire. In and out he moved, brushing his lips and tongue over her, in her body faster and faster, until she began to tremble.

  “Cum in my mouth,” he demanded, squeezing her in his iron grip.

  Her eyes flashed open, seeing the room from a vantage point, she had never had the pleasure before. Nearly eight feet in the air, she felt the heat, boil her body begin to tremble before finally she tensed and did as her husband had instructed.

  “Oh! Ana!” she screamed, pushing his head up against her skin. His velvet tongue lapped against her. He held her steady, sucked her dry as her legs tightened around him. Her toes curled as she froze. Cutting off his ability to breathe, she literally rode his face through her orgasm, emptying herself in his mouth.

  Weak, she fell back. Throwing her down, he smiled, wiping the wetness from his lips. There was a look of satisfaction on his face. Nothing got him off harder than seeing her pleased, but now it was time for him to get what he wanted.

  “I’m not done with you yet,” he promised. Snatching off his briefs, he pulled her to the edge of the bed and flipped her to her side. While her body still pulsated, he pushed his rock-hard sex through her. He filled her to the brim with thick, meaty desire.

  “Fuck, you feel good,” he grunted.

  Gripping her legs, he thrusted into her body, his heavy sack slapping against her inner thighs.

  She raised up on her arm and looked at him. Hard, lean muscle tensed as he took her. Feet planted on the floor, her thick brown legs wrapped around him, he gripped her waist and slammed into her sex.

  Renee gave up on looking. Burying her head in the down comforter, she held on as best she could, but he was too strong, too big, and too long. His sex slid through her legs, into her body, hitting her G-spot over and over again.

  Flipping her over on her stomach, he pulled her out of the bed, pulled her hands behind her and used them to buck into her deeper. Renee cried out, unable to move or run, she felt another orgasm approaching.

  Throwing her head back, she felt his free hand slap her ample ass before he grabbed a hand full of her hair and pulled her head to him. Kissing her neck, he picked her up off the bed and made her stand. Still inside of her, he pumped harder, even as he felt himself swell more.

  Her legs were open, arms brought backward to hold his face in her hands. Anatoly grunted, his voice carrying across the room. Pushing her to his knees, he fisted his penis from behind her and slipped it inside of her again. Her back arched, a sweet stream of sweat falling from his body onto her backside.

  “Yes,” she said, biting her lip. She looked back at him, brown eyes heavy with want and need.
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  Anatoly was going crazy. He might very well die tomorrow, but he was going to live tonight. He was going to feel his wife, taste every inch of her, fill her with his seed, make her understand that no matter what may happen or had happened, he loved her more than life itself.

  The sound of their bodies drowned out his low moans. His hair fell over his face as he trained his eyes on the wide full ass that bobbed against him. Plump. Fat. Sweet. Warm. Slapping it again, he bent and bit her back.

  “Shit, I could make love to you all night,” he said absently.

  Renee could tell he was close. Grabbing his leg, she pulled him into her and grinded against him.

  “I can’t take it anymore,” Anatoly panted. Reaching for her neck, he pulled her up against his hips, kissed the side of her face as he felt himself release. His seed pushed out from his body and into her. Holding her close, he moved in and out against wetness until he softened. The floor below them was covered with their evidence.

  “I love you,” Renee said, holding on to his forearm.

  Anatoly pushed out a breath and threw his head back. “I love you, baby.”

  ***

  It was hours before he was done with her. One session turned into three, each one as passionate as the one before it. But after a long bath, he carried her back to their king-sized bed, lit a few candles on the nightstand and cradled her into his chest.

  Renee was utterly exhausted. Normally, when she was pregnant, he always took extra care to be gentle, but the stress of the situation around him had made him forget himself.

  “Did I hurt you,” Anatoly asked as he kissed her shoulder. He pressed his naked body up against her and threw his arm over her protectively.

  Renee nestled her head into him, happy to just be... “No, not at all.” This was her favorite time outside of the orgasm – a chance to cuddle with the world’s most pig-headed man.

  Looking across the room at where the painting he ruined earlier used to be, he snickered. “Instead of tearing up that painting, I should have just thrown you over the bed.”