15. ISABELLA

Chapter 15

ISABELLA

Andrey tosses our duffel bag onto the seats facing us as I settle near the window on the train. He hands me a blanket. “You might need this. I love those dresses, tights, and tops you bought, but they’re not exactly Canada-autumn material.”

I spread the blanket over my lap. “I’m fine in them, especially while traveling. I did buy some tights, though. I can’t wear jeans or pants right now. The thought makes me feel claustrophobic.”

Andrey slides into the seat next to me, his hand slipping beneath the blanket, gliding up my thigh. My pussy throbs as he flicks a finger against it. “One good thing about a dress,” he murmurs, leaning over to kiss my cheek. “Easy access to your gorgeous body.”

I gasp, “Andrey! We can’t do that here.” But I don’t push his hand away.

His voice drops husky, “Are you sure about that? The train’s almost empty, and our tickets have been checked.” His fingers stroke my mound through the fabric of my dress, making me squirm. “I’ve been dying to touch you since we woke up.”

“We overslept,” I remind him between kisses, my mind turning to mush as he squeezes my pussy. “We have a schedule to keep. We need to check in at Ottawa by tomorrow morning.”

“Mm,” Andrey hums, teasing my lips as his hand lifts my dress beneath the blanket. “I can feel how much you want my fingers to touch you.” He kisses my ear. “Your panties are soaked.”

My breath hitches as his fingers find their way into the waistband of my panties. “What if someone comes in?”

Andrey smirks, “All they’ll see is me kissing my beautiful wife.”

“Oh, fuck,” I moan as his fingers dip into my channel, my hips moving with them. “Andrey...” I bite my lip to keep from crying out as the train jolts and starts to move. The pressure builds inside me, and I can’t stop myself from grinding against his hand.

“Take your panties off for me,” he growls, nipping my neck. I hesitate for a moment before sliding them down my legs, letting him have his way. He groans appreciatively, his fingers working me faster, pushing me closer to the edge. I can feel the tension coiling in my belly, my breath coming in short gasps. I’m so close, but I can’t let go, not here, not on the train. What if someone walks in?

Andrey senses my hesitation and whispers in my ear, “Let go, baby. I’ve got you.” His words are my undoing, and I come apart in his arms, biting my lip to keep from screaming as waves of pleasure wash over me. He holds me tight, his fingers still inside me as I ride out the aftershocks.

When I finally open my eyes, he’s smiling at me, a wicked glint in his eye. “See? That wasn’t so bad, was it?”

I can’t help but laugh, my cheeks flushed with pleasure and embarrassment. “Maybe not, but next time, let’s find somewhere a little more private, okay?”

He grins, closing the distance between us to crush his lips against mine. “How about we head to the bathroom, and you can take a ride on my cock?”

My gaze drops to the prominent bulge in his pants. “I...uh...” I stammer, meeting his eyes, which are still filled with lust and hunger. “What about cleanliness?” What the fuck Isabella? You’re sitting on a train seat with your panties around your fucking ankles.

“I bet they keep their trains spick-and-span.” Andrey reaches down and forcefully pulls my panties off completely.

I bit my lower lip, staring at him and watching as he stands with my panties in his hands.

“Think of it this way,” he says, leaning over and stuffing my underwear into the duffel bag. “We’re being chased by an unknown enemy, heading towards one of the coldest places in America without any idea of what we’ll find there...” He grins. “We’re already living on the edge. We might as well embrace it and have some fun while we are still alive.”

I swallow hard. Andrey has a good point. And my lower regions are still sensitive and tingly from the orgasm he’s just given me. If I’m frank with myself, I’m aching to feel him inside me once more.

He holds out his hand to me, and I put mine in it, allowing him to pull me up.

“I hope we don’t catch some kind of disease,” I mutter, trying to hide just how fucking aroused I am.

My friend Stacy once mentioned having sex on a plane, and the idea always intrigued me. I’m guessing sex on a train can be equally exciting.

Andrey leads me to the train’s bathroom, pushing me inside and locking the door behind us. The small space is cramped, but the thrill of being caught only heightens my desire.

He spins me around, pressing my chest against the cold mirror as he grinds his hard cock against my ass.

“Tell me, princess,” he growls, his breath hot on my neck. “Do you want my cock inside you, filling you up, making you scream?”

I whimper, pushing my ass back against him. “Yes...oh god, yes.”

He chuckles darkly, reaching around to deftly unbutton my dress and pull my bra down, freeing my breasts. I feel a shiver of anticipation run down my spine.

He pulls me up so that I’m standing in front of the mirror, and I can see the lust in his eyes as he gazes at my body. He pinches and rolls my nipples between his fingers, causing me to moan with pleasure.

I can see my reflection in the mirror, and it is incredibly erotic to watch him touch me like this.

“You like that, don’t you, princess?” he growls in my ear. “You like watching me play with you.”

“Yes.” My voice is barely a whisper as the heat coils inside me, pooling between my legs.

His mouth is on the back of my neck, leaving a trail of hot kisses that make me shiver. “Fuck, I don’t know if I’ll ever get enough of you.”

Andrey then spins me around, lifting me effortlessly and pinning me against the wall. I wrap my legs around his waist as he guides his cock to my entrance, teasing me with the tip of it. He sucks and licks my tits making me moan with desire.

With one powerful thrust, he enters me, filling me completely. The sensation is so intense that I throw my head back, my breath catching in my throat. I can feel the train’s movements adding to the sensations coursing through me.

I cry out, clawing at his shoulders as he fucks me hard and fast. The train’s movements make me feel like I’m floating in the air.

Andrey’s fingers dig into my hips as he pulls me down onto his cock, over and over again. The sounds of our skin slapping together and our ragged breaths fill the small bathroom, and I know I won’t last much longer.

My orgasm is building as I pant, “Fuck, Andrey...I’m going to cum.”

He grins wickedly, increasing his pace. “That’s it, baby. Cum for me. Let me feel you squeeze my cock with your tight little pussy.”

“Oh, fuck,” the moan slides from my throat. “Andrey… Andrey…”

He gives a few powerful thrusts, and I shatter, my orgasm washing over me like a tidal wave. Andrey follows shortly after, groaning as he empties himself into me.

His head lowers between my breasts, and I slump over his head, my back pressing into the mirror as we catch our breath.

After a few minutes, Andrey lifts his head and kisses me as he lowers me gently to the floor, and his cock slips out of me. I can feel the wetness between my legs. We’re both panting and covered in sweat, and my legs feel like jelly.

Andrey grabs a handful of rough paper towels and gently wipes my sensitive pussy, causing me to gasp and squirm under his touch. My body still tingles from the intense pleasure we just shared.

As he cleans himself off, I quickly fix my disheveled clothes, my whole body still trembling from our encounter. I lean over the sink and wash my hands.

Andrey adjusts his pants and suddenly pulls me in for a passionate kiss that consumes me. My arms instinctively wrap around his neck as I lose myself in the heat of his lips, my heart swelling.

When he finally pulls away, I’m left dazed breathless, not just physically but also emotionally. He takes my hand and leads me out of the bathroom and back to our seats.

When I’m seated, Andrey gently wraps the blanket around me and pulls me into him with his arm around me. I snuggle against him, loving being this close to him and how our relationship has moved to a better place.

Andrey kisses my head, and a thought hits me— Of fuck! I’m falling in love with Andrey Belov! No, no, no! Isabella, you can’t fall for him. You can enjoy him but not fall for him.

The deal he’s offered me rushes through my mind— Give us a year after the twins are born . Can I do that? I glance out the window at the passing scenery and am reminded how much my life has changed since meeting him.

Okay, so maybe finding out I was living in a world carefully constructed for me wasn’t Andrey’s fault. But he’s been entwined in that world since he was born.

My thoughts are distracted when a food trolley rattles into the passenger car—the smell of coffee dances around me, tantalizing my senses, and my mouth waters. My stomach also grumbles.

“Good evening,” the cheerful train attendant says. “Can I get you anything off the trolley?”

“What sandwiches do you have?” I ask before Andrey can.

“Turkey, beef, cheese,” he starts to list them off.

“Can I have a turkey sandwich, please?”

“Make that two,” Andrey says, pulling out his wallet. “And two waters.”

The attendant gives us the sandwiches and water before striding off with the rattling trolley. I barely notice as I peel the bread from its cardboard box.

“Jesus, I can’t believe how hungry I’ve been feeling all day,” I say, biting into it.

“It’s normal, especially since you’re pregnant with twins,” Andrey explains. “Your body needs more energy and nutrients to support the babies’ growth.”

“That makes sense.”

“So our next stop is Ottawa,” Andrey says, pulling the table out and putting the water on it. “Have you decided whether we’re flying, driving, or catching a train from there?”

“I think maybe we should fly.” My eyes meet his. “The longer we take to get to our destination, wherever that is, the more likely we are to get caught before we get there.”

“I agree,” Andrey says, opening a bottle of water and taking a sip. “We’ll fly!”

Nodding, I continue to polish off my sandwich, wishing I’d bought two. I have some water, hoping that it will fill me up as I already feel like a pig with everything I’ve eaten so far on this journey. My eyes widen, and I realize that maybe drinking the water so fast was not the right thing to do. Next thing I know, I’m hopping over Andrey and heading back to the bathroom.

“Isabella?” Andrey’s eyes widen with concern.

“No time to talk.” My hand slaps over my mouth and I’ve barely made it into the small bathroom and lifted the toilet lid when my stomach rejects the sandwich.

“Isabella?” Andrey’s soft voice comes from behind me, and I feel him lifting my hair. “I brought you some water.”

I want to tell him to get out, but I can barely say a word before I vomit once again. Andrey gently rubs my bag, and to my surprise, he starts to hum a soft tune. One I recognize from somewhere—I think it’s a Russian lullaby.

It has an oddly soothing effect on me as the nausea starts to ease. Andrey helps me clean up the bathroom while I rinse my mouth and splash some of the bottled water on my face. I don’t even have to move from the sink, and some paper towel is handed to me.

“Feeling better?” Andrey asks, his eyes assessing me in the mirror.

Not trusting myself enough to speak in case I feel sick again, I just nod and wash my hands. We leave the bathroom, and Andrey disappears into another passenger car while we go back to our seats.

I pull the blanket over me, put the pillow on my lap, and lean forward, resting my head on it. ” I guess you didn’t like the turkey sandwiches then.“ I rub my stomach, talking to my little beans. “There must be another way to let me know you object to what I’m feeding you.”

Andrey comes back, takes his seat, and pulls my head onto his lap with the pillow. “I got you some mints and ginger cookies.”

I turn my head and see him put them on the table.

“Thank you.” My eyes drift shut. “I’ll have them in a bit. I’m just going to close my eyes for a little bit.”

“Okay.” Andrey’s voice is soft as he gently plays with my hair.

Yup! I’m falling for this version of Andrey. The Andrey I can envision as a young man about to begin medical school. Fuck! I still can’t believe he wanted to be a surgeon.

“Tell me about medical school,” I ask.

“I started college at sixteen,” Andrey starts to tell me.

My eyes widen, and I turn to look at him. “Really?”

“Yup!” He nods and gives a soft snort. “Believe it or not, I was a nerd who loved school, science, and medicine.”

“I can’t imagine you as a nerd!”

“Okay. That’s a bit of an exaggeration.” He laughs. “I wasn’t a nerd. I played football, baseball, and even ice hockey at one stage.”

“What?” I say in mock surprise. “No Lacrosse?”

“I never understood the lure of that game.” Andrey shakes his head. “I did play basketball when I was a lot younger.”

“So you’re a super jock then?”

“Not really.” He shrugs. “I went to private schools, and I think most of the principals knew exactly who my father was, so many doors were opened to me.”

“Now that I know who my father is, a lot of things have started to make sense to me.” My brow furrows. “My teachers were always overly nice and accommodating to me.” My eyes close, and I shake my head. “I thought it was because I was such a good student, and they liked me. Now, I think it was more to do with my father being a mob boss.”

“No!” He shakes his head, disagreeing with me. “Unless you were jumping out the windows of your classrooms and trying to escape them.” Andrey teases. “I’m sure they liked you, and you were probably the model student.”

“A nerd, you mean.” I laugh. “So college… Let me guess—Harvard!”

“Did the T-shirt I loaned you the first night in my apartment give me away?” He looks at me with a grin.

“That and the fact that Harvard is one of the best medical schools in the country.”

“True.” He nods in agreement. “But it was also in Boston, so not too far from the family if they needed me.”

“Convenience.”

“Yes.” He sighs. “I was four months into my surgical residency when Lev was attacked, and as you know, we thought he was dead.”

“Do you know I don’t even know how old you are?” I sit up so fast that I make myself queasy, but I breathe through it.

“You didn’t look at my date of birth on our marriage certificate or in the passports?” His brows furrow.

“No.” My face scrunches. “Sorry.”

“I’ll be twenty-six in six months,” Andrey tells me. “I’ve been out of medicine for just over a year.”

“Did you have to give up your career to become Pakhan?”

“Yeah.” He nods. “There are numerous reasons why. While I wasn’t Pakhan, I could still have another life.” Andrey runs his hand through his hair. “But taking over the Belov Bratva brings a lot of ethical conflicts, legal risks, and not to mention the time constraints.”

“That’s such a shame.” My voice is soft. “You did all that work for nothing.”

“I was in a weird position.” His eyes meet mine. “I was going full steam ahead to become a surgeon. But it was like I was doing it as a backup career. It’s kind of like an understudy learning a few parts of a play. There are two roles you could potentially play.”

“So you were Lev’s understudy.” I nod, understanding. “If he had to come back to the family business, would you give up being the Pakhan?”

Andrey’s brows shoot up as he looks at me, and I know the answer before he replies. My stomach knots for a moment, as I wanted to believe otherwise. The truth is that Andrey enjoys his life as Pakhan.

“My brother knows he can’t do that,” Andrey explains. “The only way would be for me to step down or die. And to be honest. Until I forced my father to relinquish the kingdom to me, I didn’t know how much I actually wanted to be Pakhan.”

My heart squeezes, and I feel a crack in it. For all of a couple of hours, I wanted to believe Andrey was someone he wasn’t—a brilliant surgeon living above the criminal line with me and our twins. That would be my ideal life with Andrey!

Glancing out the window, watching the train speed into the early morning on our way to Ottawa, I know that Andrey and I can never be. This world of cat and mouse, lies and deceit, bending the rules, and all the bloodshed—that’s not the life I want.

My hand falls on my stomach. It’s not the life I want for my twins, either. My heart squeezes a bit more as I know, without a shadow of a doubt, when this is over, what I’m going to have to do—for my kids and my own peace of mind!

I turn and look at Andrey, counting the cash we have left in his wallet. Fuck, he is so handsome and caring when he wants to be. If nothing else, being on the run showed me a side of him I’d probably never have otherwise seen. But it’s a side I know will disappear as soon as whoever’s trying to take his throne is dealt with and we find out what’s waiting for us at the end of this trip.