It sucks to have problems.

 

***Ruby***

 

“Then you jump and kick the fucker in the chest, but then you gotta brace for the fall, like this.” Tarzan runs at the fake dude we use to practice fight moves with and kicks it with both feet before she goes down.  Within a blink of an eye, she’s back on her feet.

“Wow. Yeah, I’d be doing a head dive after that and get knocked out the second I hit the floor.” I shake my head, because clearly, that’s way out of my league.

Tarzan releases a deep sigh. “But you know what you can do when you’re on the ground, right?”

“Kick upward, hit his dick, or aim for the knee. Bring him down. I know.” I nod furiously, because I’m loving the things she has drilled into my brain.

She graces me with an approving smile. “Good. Okay, what next? You wanna go back to the palm straight up the nose?”

I return the smile. “Ooooh, come on and show me again. Please. That totally kicks ass when you do that. You move your hands so fast it’s like watching a windmill during a tornado.”

Tarzan can do this flat hand, knuckle, elbow combination thing with the dummy’s face so it appears as a blur of punches she literally rains down. It was one of the first things she taught me. I know how to do it, except mine is definitely a slow-motion version of hers.

She rolls her eyes and strolls to the wall on my left where her bag sits. Tarzan reaches inside and takes out a knife. As she stalks toward me, I’m immediately on edge. Instead of fear, she taught me to see and think. Keep your head clear and let your body react how it’s been trained. So I do.

“Dammit, Tarzan, put the fucking knife down.” Yegor growls from behind me.

Even his voice doesn’t distract me as Tarzan lunges straight at me, the knife pointed in my direction. I easily sidestep and come up behind her. I grab her face with my hands while I lace my fingers and throw her backwards on the ground, placing my boot on her wrist that’s holding the knife.

Tarzan’s laughter fills the room while I jump up and down and clap my hands. Yeah, total girly reaction, but it was the first time I did it right from the start. Normally, she’d use an unloaded gun; this is the first time she used a sharp object.

“This ends now. You make sure your woman knows I’m taking over this part. Throw that stuff in with the punishment or some shit.” Yegor says to Ford before he grabs me  by the arm. He swings me up and I am suddenly looking at the world from an upside-down point of view because he’s carrying me out of the room, fireman style.

“Put me down right now.” I don’t even know if I should be angry, laugh, or go crazy.

He’s been a bouncing ball of emotions, wanting me and then pushing me away at the next turn. With everything that he does that involves me. I find it very hard to get a read on him.

I mean, he put his dick in my mouth and clearly wants me. Hell, he married me. Yet he mentioned the marriage certificate as a matter of fact, not something done out of love, the way it should be. Then he voiced his morals, shocking me.

All of this makes me realize that I pulled him into this, and I haven’t thought about his feelings. All I have cared about is revenge, and I’ve been using everything within reach to get it. Including Yegor. He’s done enough already, and I need to step back because apparently,  I’m a selfish bitch.

“I need to pee. Put me down or I’m gonna wet my pants.” There. I’m actually pissed at myself so that’s the reason I threw that out.

He freaking chuckles. “That’s a lie, Ruby.”

“Wanna bet? Because I’m mentally counting how many clean pairs of pants I have so I can pee right now to prove my point, or piss…whatever.” I grumble.

I yelp in surprise when he smacks my ass.

“Go on and pee, woman. I don’t fucking care. I’ve gotten dirty in a lot more ways, so getting peed on won’t ever stop me from taking care of business.” His voice is stern, yet casual.

It slices straight through my heart and makes me go limp. When we reach a room upstairs, Yegor closes the door behind us and slides me down his body to place me on my feet. I immediately step away from him.

Yegor doesn’t even glance in my direction as he strolls to the bed and tosses back the covers. He grips the hem of his shirt and peels it over his head, dropping it to the ground. His hands reach for his belt.

“Stop.” I say.

I don’t even recognize my own voice. That single word slices hard through the silence the room has wrapped us in. He turns slowly and pins me with a gaze that prompt me to step back. His eyes are dark, eyebrows drawn down as his head slowly tilts to the left. His shoulders are thrown back, his upper body sculpted in a fierce armor of muscles and ink.

I need to swallow before I can manage to push words out of my mouth. “I don’t want this.”

A sly smile tugs his lips before his features shift to feral. “Yes. You do. Ass on the bed, Ruby. Now.”

I try to scoot away a little further, only to find my back is already against the wall. With my next breath, Yegor has me midair, and then I’m landing on the mattress. Bouncing, I reach out and fist the bedsheets.

“Next time I ask you to do something, do it. I won’t ask twice, and you’ll find out what the consequences will be. I should add you won’t like them, so fucking listen.” His voice is cold. No emotion. Except for his eyes, which are flaming, daring me to challenge him.

I know he’s a made man. Hard, a killer, always in control. Maybe I should fear him too. Like  my first instinct was the second he put me down in this room. Except…I can’t. All I’ve done is push him, use him, and fight him. Never once did I place him first or even think about what this all entails for him. I am the epitome of selfish.

Scrambling to my feet, I stand on the bed and poke my finger against his chest. “No.”

“No?” His eyebrows reach for the ceiling and his hands ball into fists at his sides.

Okay, big girl panties, I’ve got them and they are huge, yet snug…I can do this. “You heard me. I said no. You put your ass on the bed. Right now.”

The corner of his mouth turns up while he slowly shakes his head. “Never gonna happen, gorgeous.”

Right when I’m about to give a snarky reply, a loud bang comes from the adjacent room. Yegor reaches for his gun and races for the door. Without thinking, I run after him. He shoves the door open and aims his gun.

I place a hand on his back to let him know I’m right behind him. His arm swings back and he pushes me to the side so I’m completely shielded by his large body. I can’t help but stand on my toes to take a peek over his shoulder. Apparently, our caution is unnecessary, because Yegor tucks away his gun and shakes his head.

“Fucking lover’s quarrel, minus the lovers. They should just confess their love and screw each other’s brains out.”  He mutters to himself.

Peeking around him, I see Tori, Nathan’s sister, standing with her arms crossed in front of her chest and a smirk painted on her face. Clearly, she’s not impressed by the man standing in front of Yegor. All I can see is his back, but I know it’s Borya.

From what I noticed before I left to live in Yegor’s mansion, and from what I’ve been told by both Nathan and Tarzan, these two are like fire and ice. I have no idea what he’s saying because Borya is deaf and he speaks in American Sign Language. His arms are waving in front of him while his hands frantically sign.

My gaze shifts to the right and I see a large dresser lying on the floor. That must be what caused the loud noise.

Yegor turns around. “Come on, leave them to it.”

His fingers wrap around my upper arm and he guides me out of the room.

I’m still peering over my shoulder. “You sure they’re gonna be okay?”

Yegor closes the door behind me and flips the lock. “Yeah, I happen to know Afon took Tori out yesterday. Or at least, he made it look like that. But it wasn’t. It’s a going in circles kinda thing where Borya needs to wake the hell up and take what he wants. Tori isn’t going to wait forever. Hell, between the two of them, she quit just as many times as he fired her. She was hired as his nurse to look after him because he was  burned in a car bomb. But he’s healing nicely and there won’t be anything else to keep her here. He’s clearly in love with the chick, but he won’t claim her or leave her. Fucking idiot. Honesty is the key if you want to pursue something you crave in life. Mainly to yourself. Or you’re bound to let it slip from your fingers.”

“Are you still talking about Borya and Tori, or are you trying to tell me something here?” I mutter, because…

“What’s that, Ruby? Hear something that hits a little close to home?” A satisfied grin spreads across those sinful lips of his.

Ugh. I really want to smack it right off.

“I’m sorry, okay? I’m selfish. But you know what? It sucks to have problems I can’t handle alone. I’m aware of what I’m asking of you, of how I pulled you into my shit. It wasn’t like I held my nose, closed my eyes and took a dip. I was pulled into this shit and didn’t have a choice. Okay…I did. And I choose you.” Shit. That last sentence sounded more like an admission to myself than to him.

Yegor slightly shakes his head. “Right. But for what reason, eh?”

“The right one.” I snap.

“I’m tired. I’m going to hit the shower and crash.”

He doesn’t even look at me but stalks off to the bathroom. What the hell?

“Don’t you dare walk away from me. I was talking to you.” I seethe while I chase him into the bathroom.

He arches one eyebrow. “You call that talking?”

His hands reach for his waist and before I know what’s happening, I’m staring at one hell of a large penis. Dick….shit. Cock. Large. Thick. Hard. With veins wrapped around it and a hand tugging and it’s mesmerizing. Shit.

Spinning around, I close my eyes and slap my hands over my face. Even though it’s unnecessary, considering my back is blocking the view, the vision is now burned into my brain and I can’t shake the image.

The water is turned on, just as freely as I am, and that makes me slowly spin around. Just in time to see one hard and nicely shaped ass stepping underneath the shower.

At this point I’ve got nothing to lose. I feel like Yegor has slipped away from me. “I’ve never had a boyfriend, or even a guy friend. None of this is easy, and I’m sorry I hurt your feelings or made you feel like I’m only using you. Hell, I know I am. But I was ripped away from my home, stolen from my own life. You brought me back, but I still had nothing. Then you wrecked me. You. A person I didn’t know and yet with the sound of your voice, I instinctively knew you and only you would keep me safe. I’m messed up. Seriously.” I take a deep breath and swallow the huge lump in my throat. Damn these feelings. My gaze inspects the tiles I’m standing on. “I’m truly sorry if I make you feel like I’m using you. Some people are fit to handle whatever needs to be done. I’m sorry I didn’t see you as a person. For that I am…truly sorry. Because if there’s one person on this earth I feel connected to on more than one level…it’s you.”

I feel an arm wrap around me tightly before warm water pours down on me. Yegor’s lips crash against mine as he pushes me against the wall. His hand is buried in my hair, keeping my head pinned against the tiles. I have no other option than to be devoured, or let’s call it; Yegor possessing my mouth.

The kiss takes all the air straight from my lungs, and yet I couldn’t care less. It’s not the air my body needs to survive; it’s the person who’s making my body able to breathe him in. The sharp bite from his grip keeps me in place, while his other hand tugs down my pants. I can feel how he places his foot in the crotch of my pants and slides them down, making me step out, while his fingers dig into my left thigh.

My nails trail down his back. “I…Yegor, please.”

The pressure that’s building inside me is overwhelming. I have no idea what I want but I know I need something, anything.

“Please.” I beg into his mouth again.

Yegor growls as he hoists me up and I wrap my legs around him. There’s only an instant where I feel the tip of his dick nudging against my entrance before he pushes forward. My scream echoes  against the walls as my head falls against his shoulder. My teeth dig into his skin so I’m prevented from squealing out my pain.

Dammit, this hurts so freaking bad. It’s too much. He’s too much. It’s like I’m being ripped open and…

“Breathe, gorgeous. Give it a moment. It will fade, and when it does…only pleasure. I promise you, love. Only pleasure.” He’s holding me tight, not moving, letting my body adjust to his intrusion.

Gradually, I feel the burning start to fade. My teeth release Yegor’s skin and I can’t help but lick the part I was holding hostage with my mouth. He groans and starts to gently move his hips. Oh. That’s an immense feeling that slowly builds up. With every slide he either pulls out or fills me up, and it builds fire inside my veins.

I’m gasping for air while I struggle to bring his body closer to mine. Except…there’s no space left between us. We’re connected, mind, body, and soul, when my insides explode into pure bliss that’s so overwhelming it feels as though time stops.

Yegor grunts against my neck where his head is buried while his hips keep pumping. Hot pulsing strokes inside me, branding me while it fuels the euphoria in both our bodies.

“Damn.” Yegor grumbles between breaths.

I can only manage a slight nod of my head in agreement.

“Rhapsody. First fuck. Your pussy was made to take my cock.” I feel his words rumble from his chest before they stroke my ears.

I pull back and look in his eyes, only to find him pinning me with an intense gaze, daring me to disagree.

I feel a smile spreading over my face, while my eyes drop to his lips. “You’re mistaken.”

A snarl leaves his mouth, making me chuckle.

“Because I know for a fact it’s your cock that was made for my pussy.” Sounds the same, right? Yeah, no. The difference is submission. My pussy is clearly superior.

“Whatever, Ruby. It’s mine.” He takes away my chance to form words by covering his mouth with mine.

Doesn’t matter…obviously, it’s a win-win for both of us.