But when I try, she stops me. “No,” she says softly and a little self-consciously. “Not yet.”
Then, with rivulets of water running down her face and body, she gets on her knees in front of me and starts sucking me off.
“Fuck,” I moan as she takes me in the throat.
There’s a confidence about her today that I haven’t seen before. I get it, though—I feel high, too.
We’re close. We’re so fucking close.
She plays with my balls as she keeps sucking on my cock, pulling me in so deep that at times I genuinely think I’ll lose control and come in her mouth. After the second time she gags on my cock, I pull out of her mouth and force her back onto her feet.
“I’m not waiting for you another goddamn second, narushitel,” I growl in her ear. “Because I’m gonna die if I don’t bury myself in you right now.” Then I spin her around and push her against the glass wall of the shower.
I can see our silhouettes reflected in the mirror. Her breasts are pushed up against the glass, one cheek pushing her lips into a twisted smile. I push inside her slowly while she lets out a strangled little moan.
Then I fuck her slowly, watching my length disappear inside of her before I slide back out again. Her silky hair is sopping wet, hanging down her back in thick ropes. I stare, mesmerized, as the water runs down her spine and down towards where our bodies meet. She’s a work of art and I’m the only one who gets to enjoy her.
Is there any other man alive this lucky?
I keep one hand on her hip while the other wraps around her waist and I watch us in the mirror as we crash together again and again. Every thrust draws new, sputtering words from her lips.
“Yes, yes… fuck me, Uri… just take me… yes…”
Between the nap I had this morning and this right now, I’ve never felt more powerful. I feel like I can do anything. I pull out of her, twist her around, and before I can even tell her what I want, she drops to her knees as I paint her chest with my cum. She takes it all, head tilted back as the shower water and my seed descend on her.
I milk myself dry, but when her tongue darts out to catch a drop of the sticky whiteness from the side of her lips, I’m practically ready to go all over again.
“You’re a dream I never want to wake up from,” I murmur to her as I help her back to her feet.
She keeps that same shy, freshly-fucked smile on her face as I clean her from head to toe. When we’re both clean again and I turn the water off, she lets out a deep, contented sigh that I feel inside my chest.
How did I let this happen? I wonder.
This estate, my siblings, the Bratva—those things have always been my safe place. Those were the things that I considered home.
Now, when I think of home, all I see is her.
28
URI
I walk out of the bathroom to find my phone ringing on my desk. The number is listed as private but I answer it anyway. I have a feeling who it might be, and as soon as I hear the voice on the other end, my hunch is proven right.
“Hello, cousin. I have some good news for you.” Dimiv is giddy with excitement. Say what you will about the man’s methods—his enemies surely aren’t a fan of them—but he gets results. “I tracked down a location for Drozdov. An address where he’s rumored to keep his purchases. A storehouse of sorts, you might call it.”
I’m holding the phone so tight it’s in danger of cracking to pieces in my hands. “Tell me.”
“I’ll tell you in person when you scoop me from International Arrivals. But I’m sweating my balls off in this hellhole of a country, so hurry the fuck up, man.”
“You flew all the way here?” I ask in surprise.
Dimiv snorts. “Some fucker steals my baby cousin and tries to sell her into sex slavery? You bet your ass I flew in. You and Nikolai need me.”
“You’re a good man, Dimiv.” I’m already striding through the house and snatching keys from the pinboard by the garage. “On my way.”
I’m almost at the front door when Nikolai appears from around the corner. “Where are you off to in such a hurry?”
“That was Dimiv. I’m on the way to the airport to pick him up and we’re heading to one of Drozdov’s places.”
Nikolai’s eyes bug out of his head. “Dimiv is—he’s—he found—I’m coming.”
“No.” I plant a hand on his chest to stop him from following me. “I need you here, looking out for Lev and Alyssa. Dimiv and I have this covered.”
My brother’s face falls and his shoulders collapse forward. But then something lights him up. “Alyssa has an appointment with Grigory today. Don’t you want to be there for the check-up?”
Fucker. He knows what buttons to push.
“Alyssa will understand. This is about Polly. Tell her I’ll see her tonight.”
Before he can argue further, I close the door and rush towards my black SUV. I tear through rush hour, with traffic cameras popping off like fireworks as I rip straight through intersections and cut off damn near every vehicle on the road. Let the tickets pile up—I’ll pay them all gladly if it means bringing me to Polly even one second sooner.
At the airport, I find Dimiv standing impatiently on the curb, a duffel bag hanging off one shoulder. “Ass or cash?” I joke as I pull up in front of him with the window rolling down.
Dimiv looks up and grins. “I bet your ugly mug wishes I’d say ‘ass.’” He throws his duffel into the back and jumps into the passenger seat. “Good to see you, cousin.”
We embrace over the center console and he pounds my back twice, the way my uncle used to. It brings me right back to my childhood—summers in Russia, wrestling matches in the backyard, pierogies and pastilas every evening. Dimiv even smells like Uncle Petyr: cigarette smoke and Soviet-era Old Spice cologne.
“I wish we were reuniting under better circumstances,” he says with a sigh when we break apart. “You should have called me the minute shit hit the fan.”
I pull out and take the on-ramp that leads to the highway. “You have your own shit to deal with in Moscow.”
“Family is family, Uri. I know you’d show up if I called and said one of my boys was taken by some mudak with more greed than common sense.”
“I would. How are the boys, by the way?”
“Bogdan is studious and quiet. Osip is a handful and a half. Reminds me of you and Nikolai at that age. He needs a good ass-whipping from time to time—also like you and Nikolai at that age. Hell, at this age, too.” He chuckles when I scowl, then pulls his phone out. “I’ll put the location in your GPS. Looks like forty minutes to get there, give or take. We’ll need reinforcements.”
I nod and accelerate into the left lane. “Text Nikolai. Have him send three teams to the address. They’ll be there faster than we will.”
Dimiv falls silent as he sends Nikolai the text. Once he’s done, he leans back in his seat and takes a deep breath. “America,” he says with a sigh. “It’s been almost eight years since I was here. Can you believe it?”