"Just the tip." I bite her earlobe. "I promise you; you'll never have come harder."
Violet leans back, giving me a look that shows she thinks that is highly unlikely.
"One day I'll have you like this," I murmur, rotating my hips., pushing my finger against her. "My fingers in your ass, my cock inside your cunt, filling you up."
"I'm full already," she gasps. "Reallyfull, Roman."
My hand goes to her waist, slipping along the smooth skin and moving her up and down again. She's watching my face, running her hands over my shoulders and my arms, mapping me.
When my slick finger presses against her pucker again, it makes her back arch, pushing her clit harder against the hairy base of me, making my piercing rub against her G spot and her face goes into my neck. My sweet Violet shudders, almost sobbing as I feel her come, gripping my cock inside her, pulsing around me as my finger slides into her ass.
The volcanic heat of her inside, her teeth biting into my shoulder floods me with a wild, electric surge. I come hard, filling her, pushing mindlessly, trying to get deeper, to bury myself to keep connected like this forever. Connected so that no one will ever be able to hurt her.
The threat of Morales wanting her taken rushes back, and I wrap my arms around her tightly. If she's kept in my arms and impaled on my cock, I can keep her safe.
Wrapping her legs around me with a little, pained groan, Violet settles there, shaking slightly and holding me just as tight. After a few minutes, she whispers, "You're still hard."
"Yes."
"I don't know whether to be turned on or scared." She licks the bite mark she left on my shoulder.
Pulling back, brushing her wild hair away from her face, I'm honest. "You should be both."
***
Dvoyurodnyy brat- Russian for cousin.
Der'mo- Russian for shit.
Chapter Eighteen
In which retaliation and sibling dynamics are tricky things.
Roman…
The night before…
"I'll give you this, you're thorough."
Dmitri and our cousin Nikandr are watching the conflagration across the street, as the Morales jewelry store disintegrates into ash. The flames reach greedy fingers up into the sky, reflecting off the windows in the building surrounding it in violent reds and yellows.
The firemen are focusing on getting the blaze under control. It's clear there's nothing left to salvage. The thought of priceless diamonds being ground underneath the firefighter's boots as they go through the structure fills me with the kind of happiness I save for complicated assassinations or the downfall of an enemy crime empire
For once, Dmitri isn't wearing a suit, which is shocking. I've always wanted to ask his wife Ava if he sleeps in full Tom Ford office wear. He's in sweatpants and a T-shirt, arms folded, and watching the ruin of Morales' precious jewelry store.
Nikandr is wearing a suit, reeking of whiskey and expensive perfume, which makes me think there's a disappointed girlsomewhere in Manhattan, mourning her date night abruptly cut short.
"I miss the old days," Nikandr says. "When we'd cut off the head of one of his captains and drop it off at his front door."
"Yeah, well," I say, "it seems he needs a stronger lesson."
Dmitri sighs, getting into his SUV as we join him. "The question is, while we know he's targeting Violet now, the motivation doesn't seem clear. He's trying to exploit a weakness he sees in you. But why not just order her death? Why does he want her alive?"
The SUV turns the corner and the satisfying glow of my fire fades.
Nikandr shrugs. "Holding her for ransom? Trying to pull a concession out of us?"
"The other problem." My hands tighten into fists. "Someone's feeding him information or he wouldn't have known Violet was in the car with me today. That truck was ready. They didn't just get lucky. I'm doubling security on the house."
