Heading quickly, in just his boxers, back out of his bedroom, he stalked down the hall to her door and raised his hand to knock on it.
Check the knob, something told him as he lowered his hand before he could disturb her or worse, wake up Dylan.
He twisted it open and stepped inside as quietly as possible.
Dylan was asleep under the heavy duvet covers in the large, elevated queen-sized canopy bed, snoring lightly and completely oblivious to the world around him.
Vasily fought a proud smirk. No one could conquer that bed. It was legendary. Walking as softly as he could over to the bed, he pulled the covers up on Dylan’s little body and bent to kiss his curly mop of hair.
The boy smelled of sticky sweets and his mother’s perfume, just a child should.
And then as if to completely smitten the man, the boy smiled in his sleep.
So innocent, Vasily thought to himself as he stood over his son. He aimed to keep him that way for as long as this world would let him. At that moment, he realized that he had a new purpose in life and it was not only to serve the Medlov family, which he would always do, but also to serve this young child.
He stood there in silence, committing everything he could about the boy to memory. Assailed with visions Dylan growing older, he felt himself warming up from the inside out. Hope began to sneak into empty places like water filling a pot of dry soil. He felt himself renewing, bursting with some new energy.
The draw to Lilly was unexpectedly intensified.
He could hear the water shooting out of the shower head in the adjoining bathroom and the echo of it as it hit a body instead of the marble floor. Moving quietly, from the boy, he went to her.
Evidently, she really did think that she stunk. He hadn’t left her, in his mind, long enough for her to have jumped in the shower, but a woman on a mission couldn’t be stopped.
She had her body facing away from the door, leaning against the cool marble wall, allowing the sheets of hot water to cover her from head to feet. At that angle, it was impossible for her to know that she was no longer alone. He closed the bathroom door behind them quietly and pulled down his black boxers. Fully naked, manhood growing with every step, he walked over to the shower.
He appraised her with needy eyes, soaking in feature. Her body was shapelier now that she’d had a child. Her back was thick with muscle probably from carrying her son and doing manual labor. She still boasted an incredibly thin waist, wide hips, a curvaceous bottom worthy of being kissed, runner’s legs, thick calves and small gold anklet on her left leg. Her natural hair curled up against her back and her shoulders, glistening with water.
Resting on her elbows, she rolled her neck and looked up at the showerhead for the water to splash in her face.
He couldn’t watch a moment longer. Opening the door to the shower, he startled her. She turned; brown bobbing breasts exposed and sucked in a gasp. The look on her face told him that she’d wanted him to come to her, even though she wasn’t sure that he would.
Control and domination shaded his masculine features as he stepped inside the shower with her. “Did I read your signs correctly this time?” Vasily asked, walking up to her in the water.
Lilly was speechless. Stuttering, she wiped the water from her eyes and tried to avert her eyes from his engorged member and carved abs to his handsome face. “I meant for you to kiss me,” she said, breaths dragging.
Vasily pulled her by her waist to him, forcing her to feel his bare skin against her own. “What makes you think that I won’t kiss you?”
Lilly was praying that he would.
Picking her up off the ground, he made her wrap her legs around him. With one hand on her back and the other under her bottom, muscles bulging, manhood erect, he laid a gentle, teasing kiss on her her parted mouth, sucking on her lips and then her tongue, going deeper and deeper with each evolution. The silk of kiss was sweet. She felt his breaths as he taste her. Sucking him in, she wrapped her legs tighter, unable to get close enough to him.
She gasped as the water poured over them, but kissed him back as eagerly as he had kissed her. “I’ve missed you,” was all she could get out before he pinned her up against the wall.
He paused and looked at her, trying to decide what kiss first. His eyes were blazing with fire, saying all the things that his mouth would not.
Even though the water consumed them, heat exploded.
With her arms wrapped around him, she pulled him in closer to her hardening nipples. He ran another sweet kiss from her lips, down her long neck to her aching breasts. Suckling her rigid nipples and fondling her with his tongue, he looked up into her eyes as he hoisted her up to watch her eyes roll to back of her head.
Her sex was swelling now, barely an inch from his throbbing penis. He ached to be inside of her, ached to fill her tighten around him again.
“Are you on birth control?” he asked, gripping her back.
“Mirena,” she whispered.
“What’s that?” His eyes flashed open.
“Birth control,” she answered, holding him tighter. “Are you safe?” God, please let him be safe, she thought to herself.
“Yes,” he sputtered in between kisses all over her body. “But it’s been a while.”
“For me too. You have no idea,” she whimpered. “But please, Vasily, be careful with me.” Her tone was full of warning.
He grabbed her chin and made her look at him. “Lilly, I would never hurt you.”
As he said the words, all fear evaporated.
She bent to kiss his sculpted, sensual lips again. This time sucking on his bottom lip harder.
Her legs parted further, and she found his head at the apex of her blossoming flower. It had been so long until she could feel herself on the verge of eruption at just the thought of him being inside of her. His roaming hands only made it worse. He massaged her swollen sex, bringing the silk down in a pool between her legs, catching her clit in between his index and middle finger and using his knuckles to arouse her to the point of madness.
His luminescent eyes were fixed on her, water splashing over his perfectly tanned skin and giving all the more allure to his carved, intense build.
She ran her hand over the scar on his chest and looked up at him in shame and pity. He would never know what a burden she had carried all these years knowing that he would have never gone through any of it, if he had simply not loved her.
“I’m still so sorry, Vasily,” she whispered.
Speaking into her mouth, he said softly, “You don’t have to ever apologize again.”
He put his hand over her lips, refusing to hear her heartfelt apology, as he eased her down and parted her body. The erotic connection caused a chain reaction. Her head flung back as she undulated on top of him, rotating her hips to feel the full circumference of his unforgiving enormity. Her lips parted, eyes rolled again and back arched.
The sight of her being pleased was hypnotic for Vasily. The way that she moved. The way that she felt. Damn it! He guided her carefully, slowly, only going an inch at a time until he was buried to hilt inside of her.
They both let out an audible sigh of ecstasy as he held her up without effort and began to pump inside of her. His hips moved at a rhythmic pace, slow, circular, intentional thrusts that began a literal paradigm shift in their realities.
Domineering hunger took over. His thrusts became more powerful, lifting her in the air as he moaned.
“Am I enough for you?” he asked, eyeing her as she lifted her head to look up at the ceiling.
She had forgotten how demanding he was inside of her. How skilled he was at what he did. The water from the shower and the wetness from body covered them both while he moved her up and down his shaft. The sound of skin slapping against skin drowned out the powerful shower head. In his clutches now, she felt the continual and the deliberate pump inside of her body, against her G-spot, against her pearl.
Her moans became louder. Holding him tight, she moved with him back
and forth, up and down, forgetting where she was or who she was. His muscles bulged and felt like steel under skin as she balanced herself. Bucking harder and harder now, on the verge of that sweet earthquake.
Vasily watched her as she rode him against the wall, determined to please her, to satisfy her, to conquer her.
Voice nearly failing, she dug her nails into his back as a commanding climax swept over her body in angry, hard waves.
“Yes!” she called out loudly, body convulsing and paralyzing at the same time. “Oh, Vasily!”
“What, baby. Tell me,” he taunted her. Making her look into his eyes, he pumped harder. “Tell me,” he demanded in a growl.
“I love you,” she said as the wave ended. Looking into his eyes, she let a tear fall. Breathing hard, she held on to him and said it again as she felt her muscles contracting. “I love you, Vasily.”
Chapter Eight
Vasily wasn’t a late sleeper, but for the first time in years, he actually slept past his internal alarm clock set to wake him up every morning by 5 a.m. It was Lilly’s fault, rather her beautiful body that continued to tempt him. They had gone to bed late, making love again as quietly as possible in the bathroom only minutes after they finished the first time.
He just couldn’t get enough of her, no matter how hard he tried. Every kiss and touch brought back more memories and more latent desires that had gone unaddressed for too long. He had poured everything that he had into her, which left him drained and confused. Such a thing would have made him feel embarrassed normally, but by the tears in her eyes and the words that she whispered to him, made him know that she felt it also.
After their love making session, they had taken one more shower, void of sex but plenty of kissing. After which, he gave her some of his pajamas and a t-shirt to sleep in; then she finally passed out beside Dylan in the bed.
Unable to leave her, he fell asleep on the small sofa across from her bed, but not before watching her rest for hours by his son. It was such a beautiful and haunting site until he simply could not look away. To know that they had been out in the world all this time, unattended scared the hell out of him. Yet, to know what he had in his future now was more exciting than any adventure he’d ever known.
For a man his size, the sleep had been rough and hard, but it was worth it to make her feel comfortable her first night in Dmitry’s home. Evidently, he had done his job, because once she closed her eyes and snuggled up beside Dylan, she was out like a light.
As his eyes flashed open to the sun a few hours later, he straightened his long body from its crooked position and pulled the throw cover from his legs. As he did, he noticed that he wasn’t the only one up.
Dylan sat up in the bed quietly waiting for his mother to rise from her peaceful slumber beside him and reading Diary of a Wimpy Kid. Immediately, his eyes lit up when he saw Vasily finally stir across the room. He waved innocently and pointed at his mother to let him know to stay quiet.
Vasily nodded and motioned for him to get out of the bed and meet him at the door. Grabbing Dylan’s overnight bag off the side of the bed, he led the little guy out in the hallway and closed the door quietly behind him.
“Mommy’s tired. She works long hours at the restaurant,” Dylan explained. His raspy little voice sounded too mature for his eight years.
“When a mother loves you, she does what she can,” Vasily said, unsure of what else to say to the boy. “You always stand guard over her when she’s asleep?”
“Yeah, I try to watch over her. She’s the only family that I have.” Dylan rubbed his growling stomach. “Mr. Vasily, I’m hungry,” Dylan said, looking up at his father.
Vasily’s face frowned. “Don’t call me that.”
“Call you what?” Dylan asked.
“Mister,” Vasily rubbed Dylan’s mop of curls. His locks were just like that when he was boy. “Just Vasily will do,” he said, walking with him to his room. He opened the door. “I’m right here.”
Dylan would adhere to Vasily’s wishes but didn’t like it. He put up one last protest. “Mom said that children should address all adults as either mister or misses. She says that it’s a sign of respect for your elders.”
Vasily could appreciate that, but still didn’t want to be called by a title. “I’m sure that she’ll understand this one exception.”
“Where are we going?” Dylan’s apprehension rose. Looking through the door, he paused.
Vasily yawned and cracked his back. “Why don’t you get dressed in my room, and I’ll take you downstairs to grab a bite to eat. Let your mom rest up for a while.”
“Okay, but I’m not sure if she’ll be happy. I’m not supposed to go off with strangers.”
Vasily had to chuckle. The kid was already pretty hard around the edges, maybe a good thing for his situation. “She taught you well, but again, I think she’ll make an exception.”
“Mommy makes a lot of exceptions for you, huh,” Dylan asked.
“You have no idea,” Vasily said, patting the boy on the back.
They went into the bedroom, but Vasily left the door open just in case Lilly came looking for him, and just in case he wasn’t the exception.
***
Breakfast in the Medlov compound was not only the most important meal of the day but also one of the few times that everyone got a chance to see each other at one time before they all went about their business.
The staff of five would start to prepare the food way before dawn, making sure that even the earliest riser had coffee, juice and fruit before the full assorted breakfast was served. However, considering they were such a large family comprised of Dmitry, his wife Royal and their three children, Anatoly, his wife Renee and child and Gabriel and his girlfriend Briggy, plus the guards, which Dmitry fed every day, there was plenty of food to prepare.
Still, it was a daily ritual that Dmitry insisted upon and everyone else looked forward to.
By seven in the morning a buffet of food lined the kitchen table, bar and countertops and the informal dining room was set for a family of seven plus three high chairs.
The television in the kitchen was normally on for everyone to watch the news. And following breakfast there was a meeting held by Vasily to go over the directives for security for the day.
Like clockwork, no matter the day, no matter the season, breakfast happened.
Slowly, the families descended from their quarters in the house to the kitchen area, yawning and searching out the smell of freshly brewed Columbian coffee.
Dmitry was always the first to arrive, followed by his wife. The last one to show was always Anatoly, because he had to go to the kennels and feed his dogs; tagging along with him was his shadow, Vasily.
But today was different.
Anatoly went out to the grounds with Boris, a thing that had never happened before, while Vasily slept late.
There was a roar of laughter coming from the dining room as the family sat around the festive table. The smell of pancakes and croissants, rice and gravy, grits and sausage filled the downstairs.
An assortment of hot and cold dishes were presented in the customary fine china. Fresh bouquets of flowers in beautiful crystal vases were placed in the middle of the table and on the buffet and the best silver wear had been set out per Royal’s instructions after she found out that they would be having a couple of guests.
The windows were opened and curtains pulled to allow the bright sunshine inside, which illuminated the already beautiful interior and set the mood for a great day.
As normal, Dmitry was at the head of the table reading the newspaper with his gold rimmed glasses perched on his perfect nose with Royal to the immediate right of him, using her IPad to check her emails. Gabriel joked with his girlfriend Briggy about her snoring lightly at night while Anatoly helped his wife fed his daughter and played with his little sister Anya.
The room went silent, however, as Vasily entered with Dylan.
All eyes were on the curious pair, especially on
the breathtakingly beautiful boy with his bright eyes and rosy cheeks.
“Good morning,” Dmitry said, putting down his paper.
“Good morning, boss,” Vasily said, looking down at his son. “Everyone, this is Dylan. He’s…my guest,” he grunted.
“He’s so handsome,” Royal said in awe. “I’m sure that you’re very proud of your guest.” She had heard the entire story already from her husband and found it to be remarkable. Vasily had always been a very secretive man about his private life, never mentioning any family and especially any former lovers. To know that he actually had been in a relationship before made him more human in her eyes.
Vasily nodded toward Royal in appreciation. “Thank you for that. I’m growing quite fond of him myself. His mother is still asleep. But Dylan was hungry, so I thought…”
“Join us,” Anatoly insisted, pulling out the chair opposite him and his wife. “Dylan come and sit with me while your…” There was an abrupt pause. He narrowed his eyes at Vasily. “On znayet , chto vy yego otets ?” Hoping that the boy did not speak Russian, he asked Vasily if Dylan knew that he was his father.
“Net,” Vasily responded, a little embarrassed to say so in front of everyone.
Anatoly tilted his head, but decided against anymore on the subject. Certain things simply weren’t his business. “Vasily will fix your plate,” he said, taping the chair. “Dylan, you come and sit with your uncle Anatoly.”
Dylan looked up at Vasily and waited for him to say that it was okay.
“Go on then boy,” Vasily said, giving him a little nudge.
Dmitry’s daughter was the first to greet him. Near him in age, she boasted the same blue eyes as her father and long black hair tied with a red ribbon that even while curled stopped at her lower back. She turned in her chair, ecstatic at someone new to play with a smiled at him.
“Hello,” she said simply.
Dylan’s face lit up. “Hello.” Taking the seat beside her.
“Are you going to live her now?” she asked innocently.
“I don’t know,” Dylan answered. “I’ll ask my mom when she wakes up.”
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