Nalia jumped the second she felt the arm wrap around her waist from behind. How the hell did they do that? Sneak up on her even in the shower?
“You got away without receiving your punishment,” Dusty whispered against her ear and then rocked his hips against her ass. She felt his palm slide along her ass and she stuck it out, anticipating the smack.
“You didn’t catch me,” she replied, teasing him.
Smack.
She gasped as the sting aroused her, the water adding to the effect.
“Lucky for you, I’m a forgiving person,” he said and moved that same hand along her hip down to her pussy. He cupped her mound and used his thigh to part her legs.
“Open for me, Milaya,” he said and suckled her neck as she parted her thighs and felt his fingers stroke up into her cunt.
Her lips parted and water cascaded over them. She felt his cock against her ass and she craved it. She loved when her men were deep inside of her.
“What does that mean, Dusty?” she asked him.
He pressed her hair to the side with his free hand and suckled her neck and collarbone then trailed kisses along her shoulders. He cupped her breast and plunged his fingers in and out of her cunt.
“Milaya?” he asked then lowered, letting his cock press between her legs to where his fingers pumped and then her ass.
“Yes,” she moaned.
He pulled his fingers from her mound and replaced them with his cock. He gripped her hips, and bent to align his cock with her pussy and slowly sank into her pussy. “Sweetheart, darling, that’s what it means,” he said and exhaled. She relaxed and moaned softly along with him, feeling full, complete now that they were so deeply connected.
He began to rock into her cunt and she lowered a little further. He grabbed her arms and pressed her palms to the wall then ran his palms along her arms to her back then her hips and ass. He pounded into her from behind. “So fucking sexy. I love this body Nalia. I love it,” he told her and then leaned closer over her and slowed his strokes. He took his time, and clasped his fingers through hers against the wall. She felt the difference in him. He was loving her, deepening the connection and taking his time. She felt him suckle her skin against her neck and then he said things to her in Russian she didn’t understand, yet felt in her heart.
“Dusty,” she moaned and then tightened as she felt his cock grow thicker, harder.
“Mine. Always,” he said and she felt her core tighten and then the orgasm hit her. Dusty came next, rocking his hips and thrusting into her three more times.
* * * *
“We have another situation on our hands,” Chatham told Boian and Dusty. Cosivan stood there with his arms crossed. He already knew the bad news.
“What is it now?” Boian asked.
Chatham exhaled.
“We lost Cobra and Zinc.”
“What?” Dusty asked.
“They were taken out at the club on Fuller Street. It was made to look like a carjacking but both got a bullet to the back of the head,” Chatham said to them.
“This is bullshit. Was it Scarlapetti’s men?” Viktor asked.
Viktor knew he would take it the hardest. Zinc and he did their basic training and then Special Forces training together. When Zinc got out of the service he had a little sister, Nina, who was on her own, practically living on the streets, a fucked up knee and was suicidal. Viktor got him the help he needed, assisted in getting Zinc and Nina a place to live, help her go to college, work at the club as a manager, and then hired Zinc as one of their security guys for the club they owned and operated on Fuller Street. This was another direct hit against the Merkovicz family.
“What about Nina? Who is with her and taking care of her?” Viktor asked.
“Right now she’s at Nicolai’s home and under the security detail. Our sources believe this hit was from Lapella. We’re now dealing with two asshole Mafiosos who seek revenge against Nicolai and Karlicov,” Chatham said to him.
“I’m going to have to go with Cosivan. Zinc would expect me to watch over her and protect her.”
“We’re going to have to go back as we discussed,” Cosivan added.
“What’s going on?”