“Misha, I’m about to pee the bed,” she whines, struggling even harder against my arms.
“Wet the bed. I don’t care.”
“Gross!” she yells, making me laugh even though my eyes are still closed and I’m only half awake.
“You want out, get out. Tell me I’ve at least taught you that much over the last few days.”
She lets out an annoyed groan but gives me a good elbow to the ribs and digs into a pressure point hard enough to make me wince and release my grip. “Good girl,” I murmur when she lets out a triumphant whoop and hops out of bed. Rolling over, I stare at the ceiling, bracing myself for what’s to come.
The day is both too short and too long. I want it over and done with, but I also want to slow the clocks and never have to part from her. All of my instincts scream at me to hold her close and protect her from harm, and here I am watching her get ready before I let her walk right into possible danger. I don’t like it. Every cell in my body rebels against it.
She’s just finished her makeup when her eyes look up, locking on mine in the mirror behind her. She watches me, a smile playing at her red lips. Planting my hands on either side of her, I bend down and run my nose over her neck, breathing in the scent of her. She’s wearing the earrings I bought her, and seeing them on her reminds me of the night I proposed to her, the best night of my life because she said yes.
“You look amazing,zaichik.” I lick and kiss my way down her skin and then run my tongue over the crook of her neck as my hands slide down her hips. My fingers pull her dress up, hooking under the hem and slowly dragging it up her body.
“Misha, I just got ready!”
“Don’t worry, baby, I won’t ruin anything. I’ll be very careful, I promise, but I can’t let you walk out of here without fucking you first.”
With her dress above her waist, I fist it in one hand, keeping it raised and out of the way while my other hand unzips my pants. I don’t know how to explain to her how badly I need this. Blame it on the caveman part of my brain that always likes to rear its head when she’s around, but I need to mark her as mine in some way before she leaves. I need her to take a part of me with her when she goes, and if that means it’s my seed in her pussy and the scent of me on her skin, then so be it.
She lets out a breathy moan when I reach between her thighs and shove her panties aside before slowly sliding into her. She’s so much shorter than me, making this position difficult, so I grab onto her hips and lift her up, forcing her onto the counter a bit more as her feet leave the ground.
“Misha,” she gasps, when her toes can’t make purchase.
“I’ve got you, baby,” I groan, looking down at the sight of her ass with nothing more than a thin string between her cheeks while my cock slams into her. “God, you look amazing.”
She watches me fuck her in the mirror, her mouth parted in a soft gasp and a beautiful, red flush blooming across her skin. Sliding a hand under her, I rub her swollen clit, smiling at the sexy moan she gives. I pinch and rub her clit, bringing her closer to the tipping point, and right when she’s seconds away, I smack one of her bouncing ass cheeks, sending her over the edge.
God, the sight of her coming always takes my damn breath away. It’s the sexiest, most erotic thing I’ve ever seen, every fucking time. I keep stroking her clit, teasing her and drawing her pleasure out until I’m coaxing another orgasm out of her, and this time I let her take me along for the ride.
With a groan, I bury myself inside her, bringing my face to hers and kissing her even though I promised I wouldn’t mess anything up. I can’t help it, though. I need to taste her. I need to feel her on my lips, and I need this connection while I empty myself inside her. She kisses me back, no longer caring about her perfectly applied lipstick, needing me just as badly as I need her. While our bodies come down, I hold her, and we kiss, both of us savoring the moment and not wanting it to end.
When I can’t put things off any longer, I sigh and pull back, giving her one last kiss before slowly sliding out of her and grabbing a cloth so I can help clean her up. She holds her dress and watches me while I run it up her inner thighs and along her used pussy before gently repositioning her panties. She runs a hand though my hair, giving me a sweet smile before turning to fix her lipstick.
I grab the knife sheath I got for her thigh and attach it to her, leaving a trail of kisses up her leg before I stand back up. The dress leaves very few places for weapons, but I know Yuri is armed with several knives and two guns, so that makes me feel a bit better.
“Be careful, baby. That knife is very sharp.”
“I’ll be fine, Misha,” she says, cupping my face and giving me a soft kiss that won’t ruin her makeup a second time. “I love you. Please stop worrying.”
“I love you too, and I’ll stop worrying when you’re back in my arms,” I tell her, making her smile.
She whispers “deal” against my lips, giving me another kiss and then pulling back so she can check her appearance one last time.
“You’re breathtaking,zaichik,” I tell her, running a finger down her cheek. “I can’t tell you how jealous it’s going to make me to see you with Yuri.”
“You’re the only man I want to be with, Misha. You’re the only man I’ll ever want to be with.”
I press my forehead to hers and close my eyes. “You can leave at any time,” I remind her again. “If you feel unsafe or sense any kind of danger at all, just leave. I won’t be angry or disappointed. Just promise me you’ll keep yourself safe. That’s all I care about.”
“I promise I’ll be careful. I just need to get to his laptop and connect the device Jinx gave me. I’ll be in and out in no time.” She gives me a smile to help put me at ease. “Seriously, this is the easiest job ever.”
I still don’t feel good about this, but at least it’ll be busy. Lots of regular people walking around and spending ungodly amounts of money. The mayor is going to want to be on his best behavior, and I fully intend to use that to my advantage.
When I hear the doorbell ring, I let out a sigh and force myself to take a step back. I strap my own gun on and the knives I always have on my body and then slip my suit jacket on to cover them. Grabbing Charlie’s hand, I walk her downstairs to where Yuri is already waiting in the kitchen, chatting with Valentina. He’s decked out in a tux and looking every bit the regular, upstanding citizen he’s supposed to be tonight. He’s not fooling me, though, I know how many weapons he’s carrying, and I also know he has a Kevlar vest on under that fancy tux in case things really turn to shit and he needs to shield Charlie.
Grabbing the earpieces and mics from my pocket, I hand one set to Yuri and help Charlie with the other one. The last one goes to me, and once we’ve tested to make sure it’s all working, I put a tactical earpiece in my other ear that will allow me to communicate with my men. When it’s all set up, I walk with them out to Yuri’s car. Artyom and my other men are already out here waiting for us—a line of heavily armed men who will be stationed around the mayor’s mansion and ready to move in on my command should it come to that.