Chapter Seven
DANIIL
“Ihave waited three long years for this,”
Esmé whispers as she slides down my cock and her lips brush my ear.
“How when you’re married?”
“I plotted ways to kill him in his sleep,” she says.
“I don’t want to discuss your husband when I’m this close to releasing inside of you.”
“Oh, God,”
she groans as I thrust hard up into her.
Esmé’s nails rake down my chest, and I grip her hips firmly between my hands.
“No, that’s all me,” I say.
“You’re soooo bad,”
she whimpers.
I push up into her harder than before, making her cry out and bite her bottom lip.
“Dani,”
she moans.
“I never thought that you were a cheater, Esmé.”
“Only for you,”
she moans, gyrating on me.
Shifting our position just a little, I sit up in bed with her still straddling me. Reaching into her massive cloud of inky hair, I link my fingers through it and jerk her head back.
“Dani, you make me feel so good,”
she moans when my teeth sink into the base of her neck.
“I do?”
I ask, licking the spot I just sunk my teeth into.
“Mm-hmm. If I died now, I would be happy, knowing I had you one last time.”
Just before I kiss her, I tighten my grip on her hair, press my lips to hers, and say, “It is a good thing we have selfish interests in this then. Our addiction to each other’s bodies will keep you alive.”
Esmé wraps her arms around my neck as she slowly bounces up and down on me, causing my arousal to grow harder. As she tightens around me, creating a seal with her pussy, I struggle to maintain my control.
Her eyes are haunting as they ask me questions that I can’t answer. I refuse to when I don’t understand my feelings myself. Never did, even back then. That’s why I refused to look for her. It would have been so easy to find her, but finding her meant facing my feelings. And those things scared the fuck out of me.
I lick her lips before she opens them and allow me to plunder her mouth.
Since the day she walked away from me, I have never wanted another woman the same way I wanted her. I’ve never even entertained the idea of a relationship. I’ve simply fucked women and discarded them, the same as I did before her.
“Baby, I can’t hold it,”
she moans as she works me over.
“Don’t.”
No other words need to be said. As I pull her breasts to my lips to suck on one and then the other, her weak spot, she begins to explode on my dick.
Within seconds, I have her on her back as I pillage her treasure trove, taking everything that she has to give me. With Esmé’s legs wrapped around my back, her hips thrusting upwards, and her mouth open wide, I can no longer control the beast that lives in me.
Little cries elapse from her lips as I pound into her. My strength, energy, and vision slowly seep from me for a little while.
I’d gladly give all those things up repeatedly in exchange for the way that she makes me feel. This is all I’ve thought about for three years.
I collapse on top of her as she strokes my hair back from my face, kissing my temples.
***
A knock sounds at the door just as I’m waking up. I allowed myself to get a few hours of sleep. I know that it would take much longer than that for Gallo to travel here, but I expect that he could send men who are already in the States.
“Go away,”
I grumble with my face half-buried in her shoulder and half-buried in the pillow.
“Daniil.”
The calm but deadly voice is that of my cousin, Dmitri. He’s serious, quiet, but direct. He wouldn’t come to my door unless it was something urgent.
Sighing, Esmé does not complain as I pull my body from over hers.
I head into the bathroom, piss, and wash myself before I return to the room.
“I will be back,”
I say, grabbing my pants from the floor and pulling them on, not bothering to put on underwear.
When I step from the third-floor bedroom of our family’s log cabin, I head downstairs to the den, where I’m sure Dmitri is.
He is not alone. My father, uncle, brothers, and cousins are there with him.
“Royal Gallo is here,”
Dmitri says in Russian.
“The United States?”
I ask sleepily.
“Aspen,”
my cousin, Micha, grunts.
“That was quick,” I say.
“He must have been tracking her phone as soon as he found her missing. My intel tells me that he caught a flight out three hours after you two did,”
my father says.
“And our other guest?”
“Has arrived and is resting in a safe place,”
my uncle announces.
“Spasibo,”
I say, thanking my uncle.
The phone on my father’s desk rings, and he answers. His eyes grow cold as he stares at me.
My father hangs up the phone, steeples his fingers, and says, “He is on his way to meet with you. The guards are leading him to the designated spot. They will not leave this property. Be prepared because the Barones will retaliate.”
“It is time, starshiy brat,”
Uncle Ilya says. “You need to handle Gallo and his men now.”
My father looks at me and says, “Prepare Esmé and inform her of the consequences of betrayal to the Bratva. Ponyal?”
“Da.”
I head back to the third floor, where Esmé is still sleeping peacefully.
“Esmé,”
I call, shaking her awake.
Those dark eyes flutter open, and she smiles at me.
“Royal is here, and he will demand your return.”
Esmé sits up in bed quickly. Her eyes widen and fill with fear.
“No! Please, he can’t do that. It’s Christmas Eve, Daniil. Does there have to be bloodshed today?”
“The business that I am in and your husband’s expectations have no respect for holidays. This, you know. I am counting on you to remain loyal to me and to the Volkovs. You must understand the cost of betraying us.”
“I would never do that, Dani! You must know that.”
“It is what I would like to believe, but I do not know this to be true,”
I reply, thinking of our past. My heart grows heavy with my next words as I stroke her cheek. “If you betray me, I will be forced to kill you. Please do not tempt fate,” I say, pressing a kiss to her forehead before I leave.