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I get to my feet, tugging my dress down as I walk away. I look almost respectable for a second, but I know what my man wants. Lifting my skirt to my waist, I bend at the hips and look at Vlad between my legs. A little squeeze and I feel his come running down my swollen pussy lips. It drips onto the floor between my feet.
Vlad kneels and scoops the come onto his finger. He parts my pussy lips with his other hand and pushes his seed back inside me.
He leans between my thighs to kiss me. "Hang onto that, baby. You never know."
* * *
Vlad runs his fingers lightly down my spine, the rhythmic movement calming my racing heart. Ever since we first met, he's been able to soothe me, and since he's been sleeping at my side, I've had no more nightmares. Even when Cassius returned to my life, Vlad's presence overwhelmed the traumatic memories and crowded them out.
I didn't believe in love. Not really. Or at least, I didn't think it was meant forme. I sometimes wonder if Vlad's mother felt the same way, but then I remember she had a man she adored, only to lose him. She was forced to abandon everything that mattered to her and start again in a life that must have been worse than hell. The woman was a warrior, and her husband feared her quiet fortitude and steadfast sense of hope.
Sergey didn't die alone, but he died lonely. All the pain and suffering he wrought upon his family amounted to nothing.
It comes to me in a moment of inspiration—Sergey was desperately jealous of his son. Vlad had his mother's love, which was more potent than the most brutal of beatings and more enduring than any generational legacy of abuse. The old man knew his oldest son would dump the weight of his father's expectations and embrace love if only he had the chance. So he tried to remove that opportunity by forcing marriage upon him.
How ironic.Had Sergey not forced Vlad's hand, we would never have found our way to each other's hearts.
I roll onto my side, ready to share my insight with my husband. He's dozing, a sweet smile playing on his lips, and I decide not to trouble him with these heavy thoughts. It's too good to see him at peace.
I put my lips to the shell of his ear. "Vladi, I'm gonna go get us some burgers."
He grins, his eyes still closed. "Good idea. But this is the Hamptons. Don't go looking for a McDonald's."
"I saw a Brazilian place on the way in, near the riding club. They'll have what I want."
"They'll deliver,lisichka. Just call them."
"I fancy a walk, you lazy ass." I slap him on the shoulder. "No one's forcing you to come with."
It'll take around fifteen minutes to get to the restaurant, and it's not yet dark. The beachfront is quiet, and I want to get a few more good shots of the sea as the light fades.
"Alright,moya zhena." He waves his hand. "Take my black Amex—they'll piss their pants with joy when they see it. If you want dodo paté or a rack of dinosaur ribs, they'll get them."
I laugh. "Who are we, The Flintstones?"
He opens one eye. "Thewho?"
"Jesus.You've never seen—right." I get to my feet, pulling on my sundress. "To be continued. I'm gonna pick up the food and more wine, and we are gonna watch the greatest animated series ever made."
Vlad gives me a sleepy nod. "Da, komandir."
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Vlad
Asquealing sound. It's my ears ringing. They did that when my father hit my head, and tinnitus still comes and goes, even now.
No, it's something else. My ringtone.
I sit up, blinking. I pull on my boxers and rummage around in my clothes, finding my phone in my pants pocket.
"Sasha,brat. You miss me already?"
Just the way he's breathing makes me realize something is seriously wrong.
Vladi, Lilyana, she—" Sasha swallows. He's barely keeping it together. "—Lili went to Juilliard alone. She lied about when the audition was. Maybe she didn't want them to think she was weird or couldn't handle it, I don't know. But someone followed her, and when she came out…"
No. No, not Lilyana.I want to stay in this moment and not have to know.
