19. Alexei

19

ALEXEI

Fucking Bianca in the front seat of my Range Rover was hot as fuck. I don’t think I’ve ever come so hard.

I’m well aware of the fact it’s not healthy to avoid fighting by fucking, but if Bianca wants to climb onto my lap in the front seat of my car to take a ride on my cock, there’s no way in hell I’m saying no.

I’m already growing hard inside her again, desperate for round two.

But I know it isn’t safe to let my guard down so much in public.

Anyone could have ambushed the car, and I would’ve been hard pressed to stop them.

So, as reluctant as I am to pull her off me, I do, only to drive us home and take her up to my bed.

Where I bend her over the edge and fuck her so hard she’s screaming out my name as we both come.

What makes it even more perfect is the fact that afterwards she crawls into my arms and falls asleep snuggled beside me in my bed .

I’ve never had a woman stay the night. Normally once I’ve finished with a girl, I send her on her way, or I’m the one to leave.

But waking up to find Bianca’s arms wrapped around my waist, her thigh draped over both of mine has a warmth spreading through my body.

I pull her closer against me, inhaling the sweet scent of her hair which is fanned out over my chest.

“Mmm…” She snuggles closer against me.

“Morning, solnyshka ,” I press a kiss to her hair. “Did you sleep well?”

She lets out a contented sigh, and I chuckle, stroking my fingers up and down the soft skin of her back.

I’m already hard, my cock twitching as Bianca rubs her nipples against my chest. I’m so desperate to pull her on top of me, but I know we have some things that we really need to talk through first that we can’t keep avoiding with sex.

“I’m surprised you wanted to stay,” I murmur.

She stirs a little more, moving to rest her head on my chest so she can look up at me.

“What do you mean?” Her voice rasps from sleep.

Fuck if it isn’t sexy as hell.

“You’ve been avoiding me the last few days, and then yesterday, about the art show…”

She frowns.

“Oh right…” She shifts out of my hold and slides out of the bed.

I instantly miss the warmth of her body, though I watch her silently as she grabs my discarded white shirt from the dresser and pulls it over her head.

I bite back a groan as she wiggles, her breasts bouncing as she struggles to pull it over her body. It falls to mid-thigh, and the hard peaks of her nipples poke through the material.

“Do you want to tell me what’s going on?” I push myself into a seated position.

The sheet barely covers my naked body and does little to hide my very prominent erection, but Bianca keeps her eyes on the floor.

I hate when she doesn’t look at me, when she tries to shield her emotions as if she’s worried about what I might say.

If only she realized that all I care about is making her happy.

“I overheard you speaking with Dimitri the other night.” She plays with the buttons on my shirt.

I frown at her, trying to think what conversation she’s talking about. But then it dawns on me. “You were listening to our conversation?”

Her eyes flick to mine, flashing. “I was on my way to the lounge to talk to Mikhail about my phone, and I heard my name. If you want privacy, maybe close the door next time.”

“I would’ve thought it was a given not to listen in on other people’s private conversations.”

“And I thought it was a given to be straight with your wife. But then again, this isn’t exactly a marriage of norms.”

“You’re right, it isn’t.”

She’s silent for a moment, her cheeks flushed as she regards me.

I sigh. “I’m sorry you heard what you heard.”

“I don’t want some fake ass apology, Alexei. I shouldn’t have been surprised by what you said.”

“I keep thinking that if I can convince myself this is only business, then you can’t be used against me.”

“Is that all it is? ”

“You don’t know what these men are willing to do to get what they want, Bianca. If they hurt you?—”

“I grew up in this world, Alexei, which is why your words mean jack shit to me.” She takes a breath, running her hands through her hair.

I can tell she’s trying hard not to cry, and my chest tightens at the thought of her being upset.

She shakes her head. “I hate that I let myself get caught up in this.”

“Trust me, I never thought for a moment that I would cross the line with you, but I can’t seem to fight it. Whatever this is.” I gesture between us.

“Me neither.”

“I lied to Dimitri.” Fuck it all. I never want to be the reason Bianca cries again. “I wanted to get him off my back. You and I both know this marriage is no longer purely about business. At least, it isn’t for me. Hasn’t been for a long time.”

She looks up at me under dark lashes as she takes her lower lip between her teeth.

“It isn’t for me, either.”

I shift over to the edge of the bed, not caring to cover myself with the sheet. I just want her close, to feel her skin beneath my fingertips.

I reach for her, and she stalks toward me, moving to stand in between my thighs, her arms resting around my neck

“I care about you, Bianca.” I run my hands up and down the backs of her thighs. “This is just all new to me. I mean, you’re the first woman who I’ve actually spent the night with.”

She blinks. “Really?”

“Really. I’m terrified of getting close to someone and then having them ripped away from me. I’ve felt that pain before and I don’t know if I could survive it again.”

“I understand. My last relationship… He cheated on me and got the girl pregnant. I’ve never felt pain like it, and I never want to feel it again.” She shivers. “When I heard what you said, I panicked that I had gotten in deep, and you were going to toss me aside like he did?—”

Her voice cracks, and I’m instantly pulling her into my lap, cradling her against my body as I stroke my hands up and down her back.

“I will never hurt you like that, Bianca. I promise.”

“Okay…” Her eyes are downcast.

“And I’m sorry that I upset you so much. That was never my intention. I hope you’ll let me show you how sorry I am.” I press a soft kiss to her collarbone.

“I think I can feel how sorry you are.” She chuckles, snuggling into the crook of my neck.

“Trust me, zhizn’ moya , this is going to be all about you.”

I move to lean back against the pillows.

Bianca squeals as she moves to straddle my lap.

“Now, come here.” I grab her by the backs of the thighs, shuffling her up my body until she’s perching on my chest.

“What are you doing?” She laughs, the sound going straight to my cock.

“Hold on to the headboard.”

Bianca does as I say as I slide down between her thighs until she’s hovering above my face.

“Alexei,” she gasps as she realizes what I want.

“Let me show you how sorry I am.” I press a kiss to each inner thigh.

Trailing my hands around to her backside, I knead the soft flesh as she slowly lowers herself down until my lips wrap around her clit.

She whimpers as I pull her against me, sucking and nibbling the swollen bud.

“Are you going to ride my face, zhizn’ moya ?”

“Oh god, yes.”

“Good girl.” I chuckle as I drag my tongue down her slit and sink it deep inside her.

Her hips roll, grinding her pussy harder against my face, and I’m fucking loving every second.

She’s so wet, her arousal dripping down my chin as I devour her, pumping my tongue in and out of her heat as she chases her pleasure.

My cock is throbbing, and I can’t help but reach down to take it in my right hand, pumping it in time with my tongue. But I stop when I look up to find her unbuttoning the shirt.

“Keep it on,” I growl against her flesh.

“So possessive.” She chuckles but does as I ask.

The shirt falls open, giving me the perfect view of the underside of her breasts.

“I-I want you to come too,” she moans. “Please.”

“I will, zhizn’ moya ,” I growl as I continue to work my cock.

I glance up to watch her chase her pleasure, those beautiful full breasts bouncing as she grinds against my tongue.

I switch between fucking her with my tongue and running it along her core before moving to suck her clit.

Her breathing is heavy, and her thighs tense on either side of my face.

“Come for me,” I order before wrapping my lips around her clit .

“Yes, yes !” she cries, her hips bucking as a rush of wetness coats my chin as she rides out her orgasm.

The sweet sounds spilling from her lips are enough to send me over the edge.

My balls tighten, and I furiously pump my cock as I lap up Bianca’s arousal until I’m spilling onto my stomach, shuddering with the intensity of my release. “Fuck”.

“I-I’d never done that,” she gasps.

“It’s one of my favorite positions.” I press soft kisses to her pussy.

She squirms against my touch, but I can’t get enough. “Can’t you tell?”

She twists to take a look at the mess I’ve made of myself.

“I can help clean you up if you’d like?” Bianca chuckles.

She’s actually trying to kill me .

I lose count of how many times I take Bianca in my bed.

We take it in turns exploring each other’s bodies, as if finally admitting that we feel something for one another has given us permission to take our time.

I happily bury my face between her thighs until she’s red and swollen, and then she returns the favor, taking me in her mouth for the first time. I don’t think I’ve ever known pleasure like it.

But eventually, I force us into the shower, and then I leave her to spend the rest of the day painting while I head back into the city.

Mikhail and Danil offered to come over and keep Bianca company and for once, I allow it, knowing that the meetings I’ve scheduled don’t include them .

It seems my youngest brothers have taken a shine to my wife, and they’re both eager to spend some time with her.

“What have you got planned for the day?” I pull on my jacket as we all stand around in the foyer.

Danil grins. “Bianca’s going to paint our portrait,”

I frown.

“Fully clothed,” she clarifies.

Mikhail and Danil glance at each other, and I can’t hide my laugh at the looks on their faces.

“Make sure to hide the one of me,” I mutter under my breath as I press a kiss to her forehead before I leave.

Her cheeks flood with color.

“Uh, I’ll be right back,” she says to my brothers before rushing up the stairs.

They shake their heads, grinning.

“Take good care of her.” I clap them on the back before heading out of the house.

Dimitri, Feliks, and our cousin Anton are already waiting for me in the lounge at the penthouse when I arrive thirty minutes later.

It’s just past twelve, and the sun is streaming in through the wall of windows, giving us the perfect view of the Manhattan skyline.

Don’t get me wrong, I love the family house we have in the suburbs, but I miss the city.

Dimitri smirks. “How are our brothers enjoying babysitting?”

I shoot him a glare as I walk over to the bar cart and pour us each a glass of bourbon.

“She’ll give them a run for their money, that’s for sure. ”

“Any word from Emilio?” Feliks asks.

I pick up the four tumblers and set them down on the glass table between the two couches. Taking a seat beside Anton, I lean back into the plush leather, crossing an ankle over a knee.

“Not since the wedding.”

Feliks frowns. “Are you worried?”

His dark blonde hair is hidden beneath a backwards cap, and he’s dressed in gym gear. The guy is a machine, which is exactly why I keep him around. He may be pushing two-hundred and fifty pounds, but he’s fast on his feet and has a wicked aim.

“Not yet.” I take a long swig of my drink. “But we’re not here to discuss Emilio. I want to talk about Mario Gilanto.”

Dimitri nods. “Still no word on that anonymous tip.”

I tighten my hold on my glass, trying to keep my anger under control.

“That’s not what I wanted to hear.”

Anton leans forward. “I say we strike Gilanto first.”

I glance sidelong at my cousin.

He’s the same age as Mikhail, and has also inherited the sharp angular features of the Koslov’s, though his hair is a lighter brown and his eyes are a deep hazel.

Dimitri looks into his glass. “We think he’s trying to get a rise out of us with this email he sent about Ricci.”

Anton shrugs. “Perhaps. But wouldn’t it be better to strike first, to be the one in control of the attack, rather than waiting around to see if he makes a move?”

I swirl the bourbon in my glass as my eyes go to my brother. “I agree with Anton. We strike first. But this time, we do whatever it takes to take out Mario. Get someone on the inside, find his weak link. There’s always one.”

Dimitri nods. “I’ll get Mikhail on it too.”

“Do whatever you have to. Give them whatever they want in exchange. Money, protection, I don’t care.”

“On it.”

“Anton, I want you to have eyes on Gilanto at all times. If he does a shit, I want to know about it. Understand?”

Anton nods.

Feliks sighs. “This is going to be an ugly fight.”

I nod. “This life comes with a high price.”