Ultimate Vengeance (Wanted Men Book 4)

by Nancy Haviland

  “Tighten your legs.” When that wasn’t enough, he sent a hand down and flattened it on her lower back. He jerked her forward. “I want to feel the heat coming from your pussy.”

  She moaned as her feet locked at the ankles across his ass. Better.

  Palming her breasts, he scored her covered nipples with his thumbs and licked down her neck. The second she rubbed herself on his spasming abs, he was striving to give her what she needed. He dropped his hand to her thigh and tightened his fingers to draw her attention. When she didn’t protest but worked her roaming hands under to push his jacket off his shoulders, he went up, his fingers heating with every inch. When he reached where torso met thigh, he passed his thumb firmly down the center of her body. Hot. Damp. She jerked and was then pulling his shirt out of his pants. The feel of her palms running up his abs was nothing but a blazing trail of fucking pleasure.

  “Alekzander? I need…I need…”

  Love. Her. “You need me.”

  “Yes. I need you.”

  As a reward for her honesty, he tunneled his hand under the waist of her pants and pressed his searching fingers into the silky wetness that was the center of his universe. Finally. He was home.

  “That. Yes.” As she gripped two handfuls of his shirt, she spread a little wider and scooted even closer. “So long I have waited for this.”

  He scissored, catching her clit between his fingers.

  “Oh…fuck,” she breathed shakily, eyes rolling as her head bumped back into the cupboard door.

  Satisfaction roared through him. “Yes, angel. Get that dirty mouth going, because I’m back, and your pussy is going to celebrate that in a minute.”

  His angelic little beauty did not curse. Until he was inside her. And, holy hell, he loved hearing the F-bombs fly because he knew that meant she was enjoying herself.

  She pulled him in, clinging to him. Her open mouth slid across his cheek to latch onto the indent below his ear. The sucking sound she made blew. His. Fucking. Mind.

  He started circling that sensitive spot at the top of what he could feel was her bare slit. Needed his mouth on her. “So wet. Soft. Get your legs open.” They jerked wider, and a waft of her scent slammed into his nostril. “Christ Almighty.” He pressed harder, went side to side, up and down. Wanted to go further back but then he’d sink in and never come out again.

  “I need…oh, yes…no, not there…okay, harder, please…you are teasing…mmm, there…no…Alekzander, please.” Speaking half Russian half English, he didn’t think there was anything sexier than that hoarse rasp in her voice.

  Okay. He stood corrected. The feel of her gripping the hair at his nape and smudging her lips over his jaw while bringing her other hand down to press on his fingers, trying to push them inside her, was the sexiest, neediest thing she’d ever done.

  “Fuck, yes. Take from me.” She was becoming the greedy little lover he’d created. Right in his arms she was breaking out of that reserved shell to reveal the sensual creature he’d worshiped. She offered no apology for her need, and he would never have asked for one. “What is this desperation I’m sensing? Do you need me inside you, Sacha?”

  “Alekzander!”

  Her sharp tone sent a hot rush of fresh blood pouring into his groin. So painful. But he forgot about it when tremors shook her because, naturally, he gave in and fed two fingers into her pussy.

  Tight. So fucking tight. Blistering hot. He moved in, retreated, moved in, deeper this time, and out he came but not all the way. He wanted to pull her off the counter and grind her through the goddamn floor when her inner muscles clamped down on him, clinging. The quiet mewl of pleasure that came from her had fire pounding through his veins, filling him up. His cock was seething with jealousy that his fingers were so privileged. In and out they went. In and out.

  He had to get inside her. Needed that connection like he needed his next heartbeat.

  His moan turned into a tortured groan when she kissed him again and got both her hands between them. She brushed over his erection, hammering at his control. As quick and as gentle as he was able, which wasn’t at all, he grabbed one wrist and then the other and slammed them above her head. Her mouth was torn from his as the cupboard door shook and dishes rattled.

  “Stay.” In and out. In and out. He could hear her wetness. “Jesus Christ, my cock wants in. So fucking bad.”

  “I…I…okay.” Her eyes flashed open, and she blinked rapidly as if she were confused and trying to come to her senses.

  He didn’t give her a chance. He withdrew his fingers to the sound of her sharp cry, tore her off the counter, and swung her around to push her upper body over the small dinette.

  “Get your hands to the edge and hang on.” Her arms shot out, and she clamped onto the sides of the table. He caressed his way up her ribs, taking her shirt along for the ride. As her firm, creamy skin was exposed, he knew there was no turning back. “I’m going to fuck my pussy now, Sacha.”

  She shook like a leaf as she nodded and looked at him over her shoulder with anticipation blazing from her. Her hair had fallen over one eye, and a strand was caught between her lips. He was torn open by that look. Exposed and as vulnerable as a man could be.

  Regardless what she’d done, she fucking owned him.

  Needing to take back some control, he stole it from her body by squatting, whipping her pants down, and sealing his mouth to her lush core.

  ♦ ♦ ♦

  Sacha’s strangled cry echoed in her ears as she gripped the table tighter. She hadn’t meant to take it this far. Her need to soothe him, to take that panicked look out of Alekzander’s eyes, was what had driven her to bring his attention from thoughts of losing her and the baby to something he could control. Something carnal and entirely physical. But this wasn’t entirely physical because it was them.

  This man owned her body. He’d awakened it two weeks after they’d met, and it had been slumbering, waiting for him to return.

  He lifted his mouth from her and gripped her rear end, digging his fingers in so he could spread her. “Oh, my sweet, sweet angel.” There was a reverence in his voice that made this okay. He wouldn’t judge her for her need. He was feeling it, too. “I want to rush, but at the same time, I don’t. It’s been sixteen months since I had you here. Sixteen months since I ate this pussy. Sixteen fucking months since I made you come. I want to rush this,” he repeated, swiping his lips across hers. “But at the same time, I don’t.”

  Already riding the edge, his words pushed her that much closer, and the moment his tongue penetrated again, his bristles scraping so deliciously, his lips sucking, his teeth nipping…her clit was pulled into his mouth, and Sacha’s orgasm came barreling in.

  “Da, da, da…”

  “Nyet, nyet, nyet,” he corrected, removing all forms of stimulation.

  “Oh, God, do not do that…Alekzander, please…”

  He chuckled, licked slowly and deeply through the center of her body twice more, then stood. She heard him undoing his belt, and like an animal, she readied to take her mate. She kicked one foot free of her pants and lifted her leg to rest her knee on the table, opening herself for him.

  His long string of curses in that guttural tone had her glowing because her actions had pleased him. Was there any greater feeling? Not for her.

  “How could I have sent you away?” she heard him say under his breath before he slid a hand under her to lift her upper body off the table. He pulled her to him with his arm banded diagonally across her chest. As he tucked his face into that spot where her shoulder met her neck, she gripped his forearm, sinking her nails in when he ran the head of his cock through the wetness he’d created. Tears flooded her eyes, her throat clogged with emotion, and her love for him burst from her heart.

  At the same time, a hard knock sounded at the door.

  She cried out in misery, muffling the sound against Alekzander’s arm. “No,” she whispered as he cursed into her hair.

  “Goddamn this,” he hissed, killing
her because he continued stroking that smooth head through her lips. “Your pussy is hot and tempting, my angel,” he said against her heated skin. “If I can’t have it right now, I’m not going to be very good company on the way home. What is it?” he called.

  “Kill me for interrupting later,” Maks said. “We gotta bounce.”

  “Fuck me.”

  That is what I am trying to do, Sacha wailed in her head.

  The sound of Alekzander’s belt buckle tinkled and then his heat was gone. She wilted and swallowed a frustrated moan. Her breath caught when a kiss was placed on each of her cheeks before her pants were dragged up and she was presentable once more.

  “Last thing I thought I’d be playing at tonight is edging,” he muttered as he turned her. He settled his hand on her throat and kissed her long and deep, transferring the taste of her pussy from his mouth to hers. “You’re going to use me hard tonight.”

  Her breath shuddered out to drift over his lips. She wouldn’t have believed they would be here so soon, but she couldn’t pretend she wasn’t in one hundred percent.

  “Agree.”

  She licked her lips. “Yes.”

  “Yes? Yes what, Sacha?”

  Her cheek burned hot. “I will use you hard, Alekzander.”

  “You won’t overthink it.”

  “No. I will not overthink it.”

  He nodded once. “Until then.”

  He kissed her once more before releasing her so he could go to the door and call Anton and the others in. As she ducked into the bathroom, she noted Sergei and a man she hadn’t seen before had arrived.

  She made quick work of splashing some water on her face and brushing her hair, and when she was sure she no longer looked as if she’d just been mauled, she came out and was nearly run over.

  “Hello, Sacha.” Sergei greeted her with a kiss to each of her cheeks. Before she could even think to offer her condolences, Alekzander was at her side and his cousin got down to business. “Reynard will gather the things from this room while you tell us what you will need for the night from the others.”

  Reynard slipped by and disappeared into her bathroom. He wasn’t very quiet about packing her toiletries in the tote bag he carried.

  She instructed them to gather a few other things, but Sergei didn’t have time to do much more than fill a tote with toys and a few baby things before more than one phone was chirping. Dark looks of disbelief were exchanged.

  “What is it?” Sydney asked Maksim. They were lingering by the playpen.

  “Business. You two, go take a few spins around and see what you can learn. Call Alek or me with an update when you have one.” He was speaking to Sergei in Russian. “If they aren’t already on scene, contact our NYPD and FDNY guys and get them in to keep the others from seeing anything they shouldn’t. I want to know if anyone was inside when it went. Motherfucker!”

  Alekzander came over, his thumbs flying around the screen of his phone with some mad typing skills. “Vasily wants to know if you can check the new surveillance cameras from your phone?”

  “Tell him I’m downloading footage from the last few days right now.”

  Sacha saw Sergei look over sharply, pause, and then rush out with Reynard. That was when Maksim’s gaze clashed with hers. He threw up his hands, obviously just realizing she’d understood every word they’d said.

  “Told you. One of ours,” Micha muttered by the window as he hung up from a call only to place another one.

  “She won’t repeat anything she hears,” Alek said with a pointed look that made her stomach flutter because it landed on her mouth. “Not when I tell her Maks is only keeping this type of thing quiet because Sydney has recently been through a tough time and she doesn’t need any more stress in her life.”

  “I have no intention of interfering in anyone’s relationship,” Sacha reassured them, finding it ridiculous that she had to.

  Sydney settled on her back leg and crossed her arms over her chest, her white faux-fur coat making her look like a snow princess. She glared at them all as they continued in Russian.

  “What happened?” Sacha asked, giving her new friend an apologetic look for shutting her out.

  “Our warehouse in Brighton Beach just blew sky high,” Alekzander surprisingly shared in a controlled tone. His focus was on Maksim, who had his hands stuffed in his pockets and his furious eyes on the door.

  Sacha was impressed by Alekzander’s calm. “Was anyone hurt? Do you have to go there?”

  “No. Definitely not. The property was purchased under a dummy company the authorities can’t trace, so one of us showing would be foolish. Our people will take care of it.”

  It was all Sacha could do not to slip her arms around his neck and plant the warmest of kisses on that information offering mouth. It touched her deeply that he trusted her enough to tell her these things. Especially now.

  Rather than give their audience a show, she went with socially acceptable and just gave his wrist a squeeze. She hoped the smile she gave him conveyed her appreciation.

  “Wooow,” Sydney said as she went to stand toe to toe with her fiancé. “He didn’t give her a lot, but enough to put her mind at ease. You know, I could understand if you’d been there and you didn’t want to tell me about the explosion because you could have been severely injured or killed. I get that. I do. Because you’d be right. I’d lose a week’s sleep over what I would have been left with. But to keep me in the dark because you think I’m too sensitive to handle some bad news? Really, Russia?”

  Maksim stared down at the little blonde for a moment, and then laughed, the sound more impressed than anything. “How the fuck do you know what we’re talking about?”

  Sydney looked exasperated. “Because I was born with a brain that quickly picks up languages and Vasily arranged for me to see a tutor behind your back. Now you’ve ruined my surprise.” She looked at Sacha. “When the time came, I wanted to be able to recite my wedding vows in Russian. Wouldn’t that have been romantic? So much for that idea. Why would a romantic woman like me even marry a secretive, closed-lipped—”

  Maksim scooped her up around the waist and carried her toward the bathroom. Sydney clung to his arm like a little doll. “I swear to God I’m going to gain a hundred pounds so he can’t do this to me anymore,” she muttered as she went by.

  The door closed, and Sacha waited for a moment before turning to Alekzander. “They are a funny couple.”

  “Yeah.” He was looking at the bathroom with a small smile. “Even though she kept it from him, her making that gesture got him. Did you see his face?”

  Sacha hadn’t noticed. But it said a lot that Alekzander had.

  NINETEEN

  Alek looked out the window of the limo as they passed a gas station and then some average-sized family homes before the forest on either side of them became denser. The driveway they eventually turned into was wide, the gate in front of them tall, daunting, and marked with an ornate T that split when the sensor Micha obviously had in his possession gave it the all-clear to part ways.

  They drove down the long lane and pulled up in front of a beautiful gray brick mansion. It was large but not Lucian-Fane-ostentatious. About the only extravagance that might have made someone roll their eyes would be the fully functional infirmary taking up a large chunk of square footage at the back of the house.

  Only three people resided here full-time since Alek had moved out; Vasily, Dmitri, and Yuri. The MD had the run of the basement here the way Maks did at their place. Only difference was, Yuri’s lab consisted of test-tubes and beakers where Maks’s was made up of computer equipment.

  When everyone got out of the truck, Alek’s gaze once more went to the car seat Sacha was unclipping. He’d barely taken his eyes from it the entire drive, which had been made listening to either the radio or Maks or Sydney talking to their respective staff members about issues that had cropped up at the clubs in their absence.

  “Take the baby inside,” he said to the girls. “Ma
ks, can I have a minute?”

  Micha brought the girls up the stairs and were greeted by Aron, one of Vasily’s men who opened the door to them. Grigori and Lucas, who’d driven behind the limo, went with Anton to the den above the garage where the boys normally converged when they needed some downtime.

  Alek and Maks pulled their collars tight against the cold and remained by the limo that would be sent back in the morning. There was no rush since the company the vehicle had come from was owned by Alek and Gabriel.

  “Your kid is a pretty little thing,” Maks finally said after the silence between them stretched. “Still trying to wrap my head around it. Can’t wait to see her animated. When they’re asleep, they don’t seem real. If she doesn’t wake up before me and Syd leave, I’m poking her.”

  “Do that. I want to see her eyes.”

  “Listen, I’m sorry I blindsided you with the info back at the convention center. I guess I could have handled it better. But when that fucking piece of the puzzle finally fell into place, all I saw was her deception. Now I’m getting the bigger picture. Actually, my Aussie painted a fucking landscape while you were giving Sacha bristle burn.”

  “If I promise not to be as preachy with you as I was with him, can I put in my two cents?”

  They turned to see Sydney coming back across the drive. She was still bundled in her coat.

  “Hear her out,” Maks said. “Just to get the perspective.”

  Even though he didn’t think he needed it, Alek nodded.

  “Some of this might come across as insensitive, but I don’t mean it that way. Okay?” Sydney waited for him to nod again before she began. “I can’t stop hearing Sacha ask Vasily not to take her baby away from her. You just met your daughter, Alek. Think about how you felt holding her for the first time.” She gave him a second to do that then reached up and gave him a hug. “That must have been so amazing. Congratulations.”

  He looked at Maks’s over her head and got an eye roll.

  “Women,” the idiot muttered out loud.