12. Alexei

12

ALEXEI

I barely register the fact that my feet are moving.

Bianca trails soft kisses along my jaw and neck as I carry her up the stairs, the soft sighs falling from her lips like music to my ears.

She’s addictive, and that should scare the fuck out of me, but right now as she’s wrapping her legs around my waist, all I care about is pulling my cock free and sinking so deep inside her that I see stars.

I kick open the door to her bedroom and toss her down on the bed, her legs splaying open to reveal her slick pussy to me once more.

“Take off your clothes.” My voice is hoarse with need as I make quick work of removing my shirt.

Bianca moves to a kneeling position and takes the hem of her dress and lifts it up over her head.

I grind my teeth at the sight of those perfect breasts, the soft skin of her belly, so desperate to have her beneath me.

“Lie back and spread your legs for me, solnyshka . ”

Bianca’s throat bobs, her eyes flicking downwards to watch me as I start undoing my pants.

“Now.”

She does as I say, and as I’m pulling my pants and boxers down over my thighs, she parts those delicious thighs to reveal herself to me.

My cock springs free, the tip already glistening with my arousal, and I’m instantly taking it in my hand, pumping myself hard and fast as I revel in the sight before me.

“So fucking beautiful,” I growl.

Bianca lifts herself onto her elbows and gasps as her eyes fall to my cock. She starts to close her thighs, no doubt desperate to rub them together to relieve the ache, but I won’t allow it.

“Keep them open, solnyshka .” I step out of my pants, moving to the edge of the bed, all the while still working my cock.

She bites her lower lip but widens her thighs, her eyes pleading with me to relieve her ache.

“Good girl.”

I watch her for a moment, loving how worked up she’s getting as she watches me fist my aching length.

“Are you ready for me, ptichka ?” My voice is gravel as I try to steady myself.

“Yes,” she gasps, her eyebrows pinching together as I climb onto the bed and settle myself between her thighs.

I wrap my left hand around the back of her neck and rest all of my weight on that side as I reach for my cock and line it up with her entrance, rubbing the tip teasingly across her clit.

“ Oh !” She arches into me so that her nipples brush my pecs .

Letting a smile tug at my lips, I watch her eyes flutter closed with the small amount of pleasure I’m allowing her.

I repeat the motion once more before running my head down her core and slowly pushing inside her tight heat.

“Fuck,” I hiss as I shift my weight onto both elbows and slowly thrust my hips, groaning as Bianca grips me so tightly I almost come.

“This is how I should’ve taken you last night,” I murmur, bending down to press a kiss to her mouth as I slowly slide my cock in all the way to the hilt. “Slow and deep.”

“ Alexei .” Bianca’s pussy clenches around my cock.

I bury my face in her neck, the sound of my name spilling from her lips almost too much to bear.

But I keep the pace slow, trailing kisses along her jaw and neck, my hands moving to knead her full breasts as we move together.

When my balls start to tighten, I reach around the back of her knee and lift her leg over my shoulder so I can thrust even deeper. From the way Bianca is clawing at my back with each stroke, I know her climax is building, but I don’t want her to come just yet.

“What do you want, solnyshka ?” I nip at the delicate skin beneath.

“Harder,” she gasps, her nails sinking into my shoulders.

“Where are your manners, ptichka ?” I pull my cock out until the tip is barely grazing her entrance.

Bianca squirms beneath me, desperately trying to push her hips upwards, but I keep her still with my hands.

“ Please ,” she moans.

I run my nose along her jaw, inhaling her sweet vanilla scent. “Please…?”

“Please fuck me hard ,” she groans .

“My pleasure, solnyshka .” I chuckle as I move to cover her mouth with mine as I slam into her so hard the headboard crashes against the wall.

There’s nothing sweet or tender about my movements and from the breathy sounds that spill from Bianca, I know she’s about to fall over the edge.

She’s so wet my cock is begging for me to spill inside her.

My jaw aches from clenching it so hard as I fight the urge to come.

Not yet. She has to come with me.

I want her to clench around my cock and milk every last drop of cum from me.

“Oh, yes. Fuck, I’m close!” she cries.

The base of my spine starts to tingle, and I know it’s about to be game over, especially when Bianca reaches between us and starts rubbing her clit.

“Oh, ptichka ,” I groan.

I watch as Bianca’s eyes roll into the back of her head, her beautiful breasts bouncing which each thrust of my cock. And when her mouth parts, and her orgasm hits, she cries out my name, and I’m instantly spilling inside her as her pussy pulses around me.

“Shit.” My hips buck as I give her every last drop.

When Bianca’s thighs slacken around me, I slowly pull out as I softly kiss her.

“Let me get a towel,” I murmur.

She sighs happily, her eyes closed and her cheeks flushed as I climb off the bed and dart into the adjoining bathroom.

I can’t help but chuckle at how spent Bianca is as I clean her between her thighs, taking extra care of her sensitive flesh. I finish with a kiss to each thigh and one to her swollen bundle of nerves before climbing onto the bed beside her and pulling her against me.

“Any regrets, wife?” I run my hands through her tousled locks.

“Definitely not.” She sighs, wrapping her arms around my waist and closing her eyes.

It doesn’t take long for Bianca to fall asleep in my arms, and I hold her there for a while, enjoying the feeling of her warm body against mine.

But I know I should get back to work.

The point of this marriage was not to spend every night in her bed.

I might grow to regret crossing a line with Bianca, but not right now. Right now I want nothing more than to stay tangled up with her, slowly wake her up with kisses to her neck before climbing on top of her and fucking her until she’s screaming my name again.

But this marriage was to provide protection for our new ally while we continued our work on taking down Mario Gilanto, which won’t happen if I don’t get out of my bed and get to work.

Once I’m dressed, I pull a blanket off the couch and drape it over her naked body.

“Sweet dreams, solnyshka .” I press a kiss to her hair before slipping out of her room.

I decide to go and make myself a cup of coffee before heading to my office.

It’s late, almost midnight, and I will likely have a few more hours of work to do before I can crawl into bed myself.

Not that I’ll get much sleep.

What I don’t expect to find when I walk into the kitchen is my three brothers standing around the island, all looking particularly sheepish .

“What the fuck are you doing here?”

Dimitri shoves his hands into his pockets. “We need to talk.”

He’s wearing a black shirt and pants, his signature look, though his dark hair is a little messier than usual... I pray he didn’t follow Zara out of here and get himself tangled in something he can’t walk away from.

Plus I think Bianca might actually castrate him if she ever caught wind that he had defiled her best friend.

“I thought you went back to the penthouse.” I shake my head as I run my hands through my hair.

Danil catches my eye and gives me a knowing smirk.

Is it obvious what I just spent the last hour doing? Were they downstairs the whole time? I fucking hope not.

“I did, though I’d have much rather gone back to Zara’s place.” Dimitri chuckles.

I shoot him a warning glare, and the amusement instantly fades from his eyes.

“I need to change the fucking locks,” I mutter under my breath.

“It’s our house too.” Mikhail looks like he’s come straight from the gym, wearing black shorts and a T-shirt that are still damp with sweat that shows off his full sleeves of tattoos.

“Not when Bianca Bellucci is sleeping upstairs it’s not. I don’t trust a single one of you assholes.”

“I’m offended,” Danil mock gasps.

“Can we get back to why we’re here?” Mikhail butts in. “ Brat , I think we should talk in your office.”

I shake my head, not liking how close they’d all be to Bianca’s very naked body. “We can talk in the lounge.”

We walk out of the kitchen and across the large foyer until we reach the lounge at the far end of the house .

I take pride in knowing it’s as far as we could get from Bianca, so I relax a little as my brothers take a seat on the two leather sofas, and I get to work pouring us all a drink from the bar cart in the corner.

“What’s the issue that has you breaking into my house at gone midnight?” I take a drink over to Mikhail and Danil.

“We got an email through about an hour ago.” Dimitri frowns. “Which you would know if you bothered to check your phone.”

“I was busy.”

I hand Dimitri a vodka and take a seat opposite him, beside Mikhail.

I glance between each of my brothers.

Danil and Mikhail both fail to meet my eyes. Even Dimitri’s usually playful air has turned somber.

“Spit it out.”

“The person we thought was responsible for Mamochka and Papochka … It turns out they were innocent.”

Everyone is quiet for a moment as I take in what Dimitri is saying.

How is this possible?

“Says who?” I take a long sip of my drink.

“We received an anonymous tip with information about the real killer.”

Danil flinches at Dimitri’s words, and I hate that he’s now old enough to sit in on these business talks.

It’s a brutal game we have to play, and I tried to protect his innocence as long as I could.

But ultimately, he is a Koslov, and that comes with a price.

“How credible is this tip?” I look at Mikhail.

“I’m having one of my guys look into it. I forwarded him the info the moment it arrived in my inbox. ”

“Good.” I down the rest of my drink, hissing as the alcohol burns my throat.

“What if it’s Mario just messing with us?” Danil asks.

Dimitri shifts to face Danil, his broad body taking up most of the two person couch.

Danil looks so young, with his clean shaven face and leaner limbs, compared to the rugged build of Dimitri.

“Maybe this is his way of trying to mess with us.”

I frown. “It’s a pretty fucked up way of going about it.”

“It’s Gilanto’s style,” Dimitri growls. “He plays even dirtier than we do.”

Danil glances nervously at me. “Do we take the bait?”

I shake my head. “Not until we can confirm if this information is legit.”

Dimitri scoffs. “It’s not like you not to take a swing at Gilanto. Since when do we need a reason?”

“We don’t.” I get to my feet to refill my glass. “But I don’t want to take any unnecessary risks.”

Mikhail shifts in his seat. “Because of Bianca.”

“Yes, because of Bianca. I made a promise to her father to keep her safe and while she’s living under my roof, I’m damn well not going to run straight into the lion’s den without any legitimate reason. So, until your guy can confirm anything, none of us is to make a move against Mario Gilanto. Do I make myself clear?”

They each nod, though I don’t miss the look they share between them.

I’m letting my feelings for Bianca get in the way of business, which is the exact opposite of what I wanted to happen.

I only hope Mario Gilanto doesn’t decide to use that against me.