Chapter 6
Anatonia
Ismell his aftershave and the scent that is all him as I sit next to him in my car. His diamond earrings flash in the passing streetlights. I want to tell him it’s already planned for me to go to Russia, but I know he will fight that.
“I need to get you back to the Morellos. They will hide and protect you until all is done.” He doesn’t take his eyes from the road. He knows he can’t survive going back.
“When do you meet with Konstantin?”
“One week. You’ll be safely secreted away before then. Will your capo send you to Sicily today?” he asks. I look at the clock on the dashboard. It’s after midnight. It took us a couple hours to get everything taken care of at the club.
“I’ll be gone by sunrise.” I don’t tell him I’m flying into Moscow. I have my bags in the back of the car.
“I’ll take care of the loft and your vehicles.”
I reach across the space to his arm. He tenses. I know it’s not in anger but in desire for me, and because, even if he won’t say the words, this is the last time he thinks he’s going to see me.
“Vi, please just leave with me. We can go somewhere safe and hide out. The loft is on the market already. The memories of being there with you were too much. I couldn’t stay there anymore without you. My stuff is being packed up in preparation to go to Sicily.”
The car skids to a stop and I notice we are in a motel parking lot.
“Get out, Anatonia.” My body responds to him saying my full name. Every time he says it, it’s as if he’s caressing my body. Every syllable is elongated in his thick accent.
I step out and he’s already waiting for me. He directs me to a room.
“There is no surveillance around here, but we only have a short time before I’ll have to tell him I took care of the body and how.” He unlocks the door and pushes me inside. I turn to face him as soon as he closes the door. The room is sparsely decorated. He reaches out and grips the delicate straps of the halter with both hands, and pulls, ripping it apart.
“You can wear my shirt out of here.” The dress falls to the floor, leaving me in only my heels. I bend to take them off. “Leave them.” He orders.
I nod and start to unbutton his shirt. The material crisp in my hands. I pull it from his waist and slip it off his massive shoulders. Pressing my breasts against him, I relish the warmth and smoothness of his hairless chest. I kiss over his pecs, sucking a nipple between my teeth.
“Enough, kotenok. We don’t have time and I need you again before I have to send you away.” He pushes me back and I fall to the bed behind me. He unfastens his buckle and unbuttons his slacks. His pants fall to the floor. He’s commando under them and his cock springs up, the ruddy tip glistening with a drop of precum. I lick my lips wanting a taste of him. “I wish we had time for that too. Open for me. Let me see what’s mine.”
I open my legs, giving him a direct view of my core, and I slide back on the bed. I beckon him to come lie with me. He joins me, his body tight. I hide my emotions because this really truly could be the last time we ever have each other. If I have my way, I’ll kill Konstantin before Vitaly ever lands in St. Petersburg.
As soon as his body is flat on the bed, I rise up over him. He grabs for me, but I shake my head, my hair moving across my body in waves.
“Lie still. Let me take care of you. If this is the end like you won’t say, then I want you my way.”
He reaches up and grips my hair behind my head, bringing me to his lips. He stops when he’s a breath away.
“If this is the end, tell me.”
Without blinking I look him in the eye and give him something I haven’t said in a very long time. And no man has ever heard me say this other than my father.
“I love you, Vitaly. I loved you as I fired that gun at you. I loved you when I drove away from you. I just couldn’t get past the fact that you were sent here to kill me. As soon as I laid in my bed at the mansion, I missed you. I’ve missed you every day for four weeks.”
He closes the distance, his lips moving over mine. I open for him as I straddle his body.
Everything I’ve been through has taught me one thing. I can die tomorrow; life has no guarantee. If this is the only time I get with him, then I’m giving him everything that is me.
Pulling away from his lips, I kiss his throat. The tattoo that is his mark. Down his body. Over his ripped abs to his happy trail. The only hair other than his head is here, leading to his cock. He takes care of every part of his body. My tongue slides through the fine dusting of hair. I grasp his cock at the base and lick across the tip. He sits up and flips my body so my core is in his face. He buries his face there as I suck him deep into my mouth. Over and over, I take him to the back of my throat, enjoying every bit of his taste. The feel of his body moving under me as he eats me out too.
My body heads toward the precipice, but I don’t want to go over. It takes a moment of fighting against his grip but I pull away from him. I right myself on him and slowly slide down his cock. In this position he feels so much bigger and it’s so tight. I have to pause every few moments, pulling up and sliding back down. He’s biting his lip, his body taut, his hands laced behind his head trying to let me do my thing. When my ass is resting against his groin, I tip my head back and start moving. A wave of my hips, a dance on his lap. He doesn’t know that I studied stripping and lap dancing. He doesn’t know that I’ve posed as a stripper in my past. The motions move through my body as I undulate over him. His body growing tighter with his need to control and slam into me. I shudder as I feel his cock jump inside me. That’s all the pause he needed. I’m on my back with his body over me. One hand holding my hands above my head, the other holding a leg up over his shoulder as he slams into me over and over.
“You fucking had to draw it out. Now I’m going to fuck you through this bed, little kotenok. I fucking love you, and I’ve been dreaming about your body for weeks. I need you,” he growls before his lips claim mine.
He moves over and over. Each thrust of his hips pushing me closer and closer to the cliff I’ve been hanging onto by my nails.