Chapter Thirty-Four

Brooke

"T his is a lot," Lara whispered, and motioned around Club Envy where it seemed that every Russian, businessman, and celebrity in the state of New York had convened to celebrate Ilya.

Or rather, the new head of the Kuznetsov Group. Some of those attending only knew him as the legitimate business magnate, others knew what this position really meant, as pakhan of the Kuznetsov bratva, he now ran the whole state, possibly the entire East Coast. To be honest, I wasn't all that sure what it meant even though Ilya had explained it to me multiple times. Maybe because each time his explanation ended with me naked and screaming his name.

"It's not exactly enough if you ask me." Ilya was a very important man, and though his job would put him in harm's way, I was slowly learning to accept it and not obsess about it every waking hour of every single day.

Lara tossed her head back and laughed. "Is that your unbiased opinion?"

"Nope, it's my completely biased because I love that man and think he walks on water opinion." Ilya had proven time and again over the past couple of months that he was kind and attentive, protective and so good with Karina that I worried he'd usurped me as our daughter's favorite parent. Ryan was still her favorite adult, though.

"I'm so glad to see you happy, Brooke. You wear it well." Lara wrapped her arms around me and squeezed.

"Thanks." I looked around the room at all the unfamiliar faces and fidgeted with my cocktail glass. "This part makes me uncomfortable. I don't know these people, but they all know me. Almost everyone here has stopped to introduce themselves and congratulate me on our engagement."

Lara leaned in and smiled. "You're royalty in this room. And right over there," she pointed towards the entrance where Ilya and Dmitri finally made an appearance, "is your king."

He was breathtaking in black and white pinstripes, with a deep blue shirt that highlighted his sapphire eyes. He was master of all he surveyed, confident and powerful with his place in the world. Everyone clamored for his attention, and he gave it freely, smiling and shaking hands, accepting their well wishes whether they were genuine or not. His blue gaze scanned the crowd and stopped when he landed on me.

His smile brightened and grew until his eyes joined in and my heart stopped. My legs wobbled at the expression of love on his face, and I felt my own lips spread into an excited grin. "Hi," he mouthed from across the room.

I laughed and mouthed, "Hi back."

"Damn," Lara whispered, and fanned her face. "You two are making my panties go up in flames."

"Hush."

My best friend laughed. "It's the truth. That look might get a few people pregnant tonight."

I slid her a look that said, really?

"Not me. Hopefully, anyway, but I fully plan on riding the Russian Express tonight. Again and again," she said, her gaze fixed on Dmitri as he cleared a path for Ilya.

Our gazes locked once more as he drew closer and closer to where I stood in front of the bar. When only five feet separated us, he ignored everyone else in the club and offered up one of his sexy just-for-me smiles. "Hold this," I said to Lara, and took off to meet my man halfway.

"Ilya," I whispered as my chest met his, my arms snaking around his neck. "You look hot. Really hot."

He let out a low chuckle. "And you take my fucking breath away. This dress is…fucking phenomenal."

I smiled, happy he was pleased with my look. I'd chosen a strapless form-fitting white dress with black pinstripes and the tallest stilettos I could stand. "Thank you."

He gripped my waist with one hand and cupped the back of my neck with the other before he took my mouth in a white-hot kiss that made my pussy clench, and my nipples harden. It was something only Ilya could accomplish, making me forget myself in public when he touched me. His tongue teased me mercilessly, stroking in and out of my mouth until my entire body pulsed with need and longing. "Fuck, I've missed you," he whispered when he pulled back, blue eyes pitch black with desire.

He'd been away on business. I'd not wanted him to go, especially when things were still so new between us, but this time I knew he would return. "I missed you too. How did things go in London?"

"Good. We came to an agreement, of sorts. If it lasts, then we are good. If not, well, let's worry about it when it becomes an issue to worry about." He pressed another kiss to my lips. "It's been too long since I've been inside you."

My whole body pulsed. "It's been two days, Ilya." But I was hungry for what he did to me, what he made me feel.

"Fifty-three hours and thirteen minutes to be exact."

My lips twitched with amusement before I gave in to laughter. "Too bad you're the man of the evening. All of these people are here to see you."

His blond brows dipped into a frown just like the one Karina wore when she was trying to get out of something she didn't want to do. "It's my party and I'll fuck my woman if I want to."

"I love it when you toss out American sayings in that accent. It makes me wanna do real bad things with you."

Heat flared in his gaze. "Come on."

I put my hand in his and let him lead me across the dance floor and down the dimly lit hall that took us to his office. Ilya pushed me in first and kicked the door shut behind him, locking the door without taking his gaze from mine. "This wall right here was our first time since our first time."

"I remember." He spun us around so I sat on the edge of his desk. "Your pussy was so wet, so fucking tight I get hard just thinking about it." His fingertips grazed up the inside of my thighs until I shivered. "But now I have this desire, this hunger to take you on my desk."

"Well, here I am, Ilya. Now what?" I licked my lips and he groaned.

"Now, this." He found the hidden zipper on my dress and tugged it down quickly and made quick work of taking it off me. Heat grew in his gaze as he stared at me in nothing but a black thong and my stilettos. "Fuck, you are so incredibly beautiful, Brooke. And you are mine."

"Completely yours." My heart raced and my pussy flooded with need.

"I can't wait," he said, and his hand flew to his waistband.

"I don't want you to wait. I want you now." I unzipped his pants and shoved them down until his cock sprang free. "I need you."

"Brooke." My name fell from his lips on a jagged growl and his head fell to my shoulder as I stroked his cock just the way he liked it.

"I need your cock in me, Ilya. Now."

That was all it took for his control to snap. He slid my thong to the side and shoved inside me in one long stroke until he was buried completely. "Perfect," he whispered in my ear.

My pussy clenched and then wept when he pulled out, almost completely, before he slammed deep. A cry of pleasure escaped and didn't let up because Ilya didn't. His cock, long and thick, pumped hard and deep, hitting that perfect spot with every stroke. "Yes, Ilya. Just like that."

He gasped when I wrapped my legs around him to increase the friction. "Your pussy is heaven."

I clenched harder and faster as he thrusted deep inside me and his grunts and growls became wilder and louder. "Ilya," I warned as my toes curled in my shoes and my head fell forward.

"I can feel your pussy gripping me tight. Let go, Brooke. I want you to come all over my cock."

Before his words were finished, I'd done just that. My orgasm hit hard and fast and continued as Ilya fucked me deeper and harder, prolonging my pleasure while he chased his own. "Fuck, Ilya!"

"Brooke," he grunted one final time before the warmth of his seed fill my pussy and the love I had for him filled my heart. "I love you."

"I love you too," I whispered in a breathless pant as my body still shook with pleasure, every inch of my skin sensitive to the touch. "So goddamn much."

We stayed like that for several long minutes, both of us soaking up the act of simply being together after two days apart. Ilya had kept his promise to me every night since that day in the restaurant with his mother—he'd been in my bed with his arms around me every night. Until the trip from London made it impossible. "We're staying in the penthouse tonight. I plan to fuck you all night long."

"I plan to let you."

"First take off your panties," he smirked at me.

I wasn't sure what he planned but I complied and stepped out, handing the scrap of black lace to him.

He put it in his pocket and gave me a sexy wink, "For old time's sake." Then his lips curled into a devilish grin. "Let's go be good hosts and then I'm having my wicked way with you, my love."

"I'll be thinking about it until you do." I shivered at the thought of what the night held in store for me and for Ilya. Those thoughts kept a small smile on my face while we mingled inside Club Envy, and finally—a million hours later—it was time to go.

Time to have Ilya all to myself.