Filthy Rich

So, I got it. I did. I wasn’t mad. I was, if anything, a little sad for her.

It made me want more for her, even if I wasn’t sure I could give her what she needed.

Physically, sure, but she wanted more than that. I could see it. She was crying out for care and love, affection. I could give her the latter, could even give her the first, but love?

I doubted it.

Needs I was about to fulfill.

“Of course it felt good,” I whispered, dropping over her. “But this will feel even better,” I vowed, promising myself that I’d erase the memory of this guard from her mind.

She moaned as I fluttered my tongue along her clit, then as I flickered the tip back and forth, she cried out, “Oh God!” and began rocking from side to side, twisting almost under my hold as I forced her toward an orgasm.

Finger fucking her at the same time, I moved fast, overwhelmed her senses, and forced that orgasm out of her, wringing her dry within a minute.

When she screamed, the sound washed over me.

Fuck, I loved it when women screamed, and that my woman did that?

There was no better way to put a smile on my goddamn face.

Her hand moved down, shoving me harder against her, and I let her, let her ride my face, let her fly into her urges, and I gave her what she needed to fly freer.

Only when she came down did her hand move, and she let me pull back. My mouth was wet, my chin coated with her juices. I could fuck her now, fuck her without pain, but instead, I let my fingers carry on thrusting into her, scissoring her as I moved.

“What was the guard’s name?”

She blinked, then slurred out, “Why?”

“I want to know.”

My inexorable answer had her tensing. “You’ll hurt him.”

I rubbed the sensitive fore-wall of her pussy, making her cry out. “I won’t.”

“Liar,” she rasped.

“No. I promise, I won’t.”

That had her turning still. “You promise?”

I knew how she felt about promises, and I had no issue with giving this one.

“I do.”

She licked her lips. “Maxim.”

I stored that away, another vow surging in my head to make her forget that fucker’s name, and asked, “Do you still have a crush on him?”

“No.” Though the answer came fast enough for it to be a lie, I actually believed her.

“Why not?”

She huffed. “Do you have to ask me this stuff while your hand is inside me?”

My lips twitched. “I want to know.”

“Sometimes it isn’t good to get what you ask for. Not every time.”

“You’ll learn to demand what you want,” I rasped, the idea turning me on.

I wanted her fucking starving for me. I wanted her on me more than white on rice.

The idea of her ravenous, constantly cock hungry for me was a tantalizing fantasy I needed to live out.

Her eyes widened at my words, and she whispered, “I’ve been taught the opposite.”

“Then you’re going to unlearn it.” I thrust into her cunt once more. “Now, tell me what I want to know.”

“I saw him fucking one of the whores my father brought in for his men’s use.”

Disgust filtered through me. “You saw that?”

She shrugged. “His office is in our home. There’s a wing for his soldiers.”

I hadn’t known that.

Everyone thought the Bratva worked out of a compound they owned in Brighton Beach, not at their Pakhan’s home.

Something else to file away.

Seeing that she wasn’t wearing any panties fucked me up even more as I saw her parted pussy lips topped with a landing strip of hair.

I reached down, rubbed my thumb over her snatch, that tiny line of hair, and rumbled, “Who did this for you?”

She swallowed, her focus on my hand, and whispered, “Someone at a salon.”

“I’ll do this for you from now on.”

Inessa laughed, and her eyes sparkled when she looked at me.

Then, when she realized I wasn’t joking, her mouth rounded into a perfect O that made my dick weep pre-cum.

“You’re not serious?” she questioned.

“I’m deadly serious. No one sees this pussy but me.”

Her mouth worked again. “That’s not practical.”

I blinked. “Why isn’t it?”

“If I get pregnant, someone will have to see it then.”

Despite myself, despite the ache in my body for her, I had to laugh. “I’ll rethink the situation if I have to.”

That might be a solution.

I took a second to tamp down my urges, to rein in my control. Then, I ground out, “You know I want more than a kiss. Are you ready for what I want from you?”

That had her eyes flaring wide open, but deep inside those green orbs, I saw a need just as fierce as mine.

“I-I don’t know what to do.”

“Follow my lead,” I prompted. “Nothing more, nothing less.”

Her bottom lip quivered. “Okay.”

“You’re sure,” I asked once more, wanting to be certain.

So, remember that shit I’d said about hating virgins?

She hadn’t been kissed either.

She didn’t know what the fuck she was doing, and God help me, I fucking loved it.

She followed every move I made like she was learning the choreography of a ballet, gently mimicking each move until my own skills were thrown back at me to the point where I wasn’t sure if I was the good kisser or if she was.

The way she responded, the way she followed my every move fucked with my head in the best possible way, and I could feel my already throbbing dick start to pound out a message. Every part of me wanted in her, but if she was this uninitiated, I knew I had to go slow, and my body was not okay with that

That kind of fire in a woman wasn’t something I saw often. Women were soft things to be protected and sheltered, until they were married at least. That was when the gloves came off. They were screwed until they were pregnant, then they popped out as many kids as their husband decided he could support, and they were left to raise said brats while the man went off and fucked whoever he wanted as was his God-given right

“Doesn’t take much to figure out why, genius. Still, he shouldn’t have touched her. I’m not exactly a catch, and I don’t blame her for wanting to pull out—”

“That wasn’t the only reason why he beat me.”

My eyes flared wide in surprise, and Aidan jerked too, telling me he hadn’t seen Inessa appear in the doorway.

That she was as sneaky as me didn’t bode well for keeping her out of my business. And, not for the first time, I wondered what she’d heard when sneaking around her old man’s place, and whether or not she’d be down with sharing it with me.

“Why did he beat you, Inessa?” Aidan’s voice was soft. I cast him a quick look, and saw he was taking in her face. She was beautiful, scrubbed free from makeup the way she was, but when I looked at her, critically, I knew the bruises were still heavy enough for him to get a glimpse as to how she’d been last week.

You just call to piss me off?”

“No, to see the state of play.” Aidan’s expression turned serious. “You could have known her longer. It’s your fault you only met on your wedding day.”

“What did I have in common with a goddamn teenager?”

“Nothing, but you’d know her better than you do now.”

“I know enough. She’s quiet, reads a shit ton, can’t cook for crap, is neater than me, and doesn’t talk too much.”

“The perfect wife,” Aidan teased, and I laughed at that because his eyes were twinkling and it was good to see.

They were often clouded with either pain or drugs, and the sight did my heart good.

I took a deep sip of water first, then rubbed my face with the towel. “I like her,” I told him. “She doesn’t irritate me,

“It’s a fine ass,” he promptly replied. “But that one over there is nicer.”

I peered over my shoulder and saw Inessa walking down the hall to the kitchen.

I scowled back at Aidan, who grinned at me. “Declan was right. You are possessive of her.” He rubbed his hands together. “That’s a good sign.”

“How’s married life treating you?”

I rolled my eyes. “You really give a fuck?”

Aidan scowled at me. “Of course I do. You’re my fucking brother, aren’t you?”

“Thought you’d disowned me.”

He snorted. “When you were six. I took you back into the fold when you were six and a half.”

Grinning at him, I shook my head a little at his bullshit. “The folks have been surprisingly quiet.”

“Finn and I had to delete your number from both their phones.” He grinned back at me, and even though he was in his early forties, the handsome fucker didn’t look it right then. Pain had aged him, but his smile took away some of that. “They’re not pleased, but they understand why we did it.”