I LET OUT A long breath as I make my way to the front door of my new home. This day has been the second longest day I’ve had in years. The first being just yesterday, when everything went down with Devyn’s family. I don’t know what I’ll be walking into, but I do know that Konstantin swiped my credit card often during the day.
Stepping into the foyer, I put the code into the keypad for the alarm and lock the door behind me. Then my eyes widen when I see that there is a new sectional sofa in the living room, along with a huge flat screen television mounted on the wall. It’s hooked up and there is something playing on it, but I’m too focused on the woman curled up asleep in the corner of the new sofa to even notice what it is.
Walking over to her, I notice that she’s still in her clothes for the day, and I bend down, picking her up in one swift movement. Her body jolts and her eyes open wide. She looks scared, until she realizes that it’s just me, then she wraps her arms around my neck.
“Hey,” she whispers on a sigh.
“You were busy today,” I mutter as I begin to climb the staircase.
“Ashley and Inessa are power shoppers,” she yawns.
“How’d you get it all in today?” I ask. I remember my mother and her interior design business, sometimes pieces would take months to arrive.
She bites her bottom lip then turns to me. “I bought the floor models so that we would have it immediately.”
“You do realize we can afford to order furniture that a million fucking people haven’t touched, don’t you?” I asks in a gruff voice.
“They were high end stores, Timofei. I doubt even five people touched them, let alone a million.”
I laugh, shaking my head as I take her to our room and stumble, almost dropping her as soon as I see the space. Devyn wiggles out of my arms, and I’m so shocked by what I see, that I allow it. There’s a bed, a huge black sleigh bed.
The comforter is a stark white, and there are pillows decorating it in different shades of greys and whites. My eyes drift to the sides of the bed, and I see that there are matching nightstands. Then I turn my head to the side and directly across from the bed is a full, tall dresser and another television mounted on the wall.
“Devochka,” I rasp.
“Do you like it?”
I shift my gaze back to her and press my lips together as I look into her blue eyes. Her dark hair is messy around her shoulders. My fingers itch to be buried inside of the long locks. My cock presses against my trousers in search of being buried inside of her tight cunt, and she’s asking me if I like the room?
I don’t like it.
I fucking love it.
“Devochka,” I rasp again, unable to say anything else until I clear my throat. “It’s perfect,” I admit as I close the distance between us.
Cupping her cheeks with my hands, I lean down and press my lips against hers, taking her in a gentle kiss. Her hands immediately wrap around my wrists as she moans against my lips, then gasps.
I take that opportunity to slip my tongue into her warm, waiting mouth and taste her. I didn’t think I could miss the taste of my wife after being away from her just a few short hours, but I do, tremendously.
“Fei,” she pants as she pulls back slightly from my mouth, her eyes connected to mine.
She must know by the look on my face what I need, reading me in a way that no woman has ever done before. Devyn drops to her knees and unbuckles my belt, tugging my pants open and down my legs, along with my boxers.
Devyn takes me as far as she can down her throat. I gasp as I reach for her, threading my fingers in the side of her messy hair. I tighten my grip in the strands, and she lifts her eyes to look at me, doing exactly what I hoped. I want to see into her beautiful eyes while I fuck her gorgeous mouth.
I tighten my fingers a little more, until she stops moving. “Hold still, I’m going to fuck you,” I murmur.
I pull out of her until just the head of my cock is between her lips, and I shiver when she swirls her tongue around me, her eyes gleaming, knowing what she does to me—it’s sexy as fuck.
Biting my bottom lip, I fuck her mouth. I do it slowly and with purpose, watching the blush on her cheeks and chest form. I know she’s getting turned on, and when her eyes flutter shut, I decide to stop fucking around. Pulling completely out of her, I toe off my shoes and rid myself of my pants, and then my shirt and guns.
“Take off your…” My words are stolen from me as I turn to see my wife standing in front of me, completely naked. “Clothes.”
“Please, Fei, please,” she whimpers as she backs up against the bed, stopping when she hits the side of it with the backs of her knees.
Slowly, I make my way to her and stop short of our bodies touching. Wrapping my hand around the front of her throat, I squeeze once before I let the palm of my hand gently trail down the center of her body. I stop just above her mound, right at the bottom of her stomach.
I furrow my brow, thinking about the fact that all this time she’s been protected by birth control. I should be pissed off at her father for that, and I am, but not because she couldn’t get pregnant, but because I wanted to keep her and her having a baby was the only way I could. Now, shit is different.
“I thought I wanted one, but I don’t think that I really want a baby right away,” I blurt out, lifting my eyes to hers.
Devyn tilts her head to the side as her lips tip into a half smile. “You don’t?”
I shake my head as I look at my hand still on her stomach and then again into her eyes. “You’re eighteen years old, devochka, and I’m not yet thirty. I don’t want a baby yet,” I state.
Reaching up with one of her hands, she wraps her fingers around the side of my neck before she leans forward and presses her lips to mine, “Me either,” she whispers against my mouth.
“I want so much more of this, of us, before we go there.” Her lips touch mine before she moves back slightly. “I spent all day long with Ashley, Inessa, and their babies. It honestly was a little scary,” she laughs lightly.
“Misha is terrifying. I understand,” I chuckle. “But Aidan has children, and I assume some of your other brothers do as well?” I ask as I push her gently so that she’s lying down on her back as her legs dangle onto the floor.
“We have a big family, but my father wasn’t ever very… fatherly. Most of my brothers avoided our house like the plague,” she says, her last word ending on a moan as I lift and spread her legs before I slide inside of her wet pussy.
“No babies for a while, then?” I ask as I pull out of her, noticing my glistening cock, and then slide back inside.
“No, no babies,” she whispers.
I press my thumb against her clit as I continue to slowly fuck her. I have no desire to make her come right this minute, but I want her on fucking edge for as long as possible. “Fei,” she moans as her fingers wrap around my forearms. Tipping my head, I continue to watch the way my wet dick slides in and out of her warm cunt.
“Take my cock, Devvy,” I grind out as I speed up and thrust harder inside of her.
I circle my thumb, adding more pressure to her clit with each movement until her thighs shake. I lift my eyes from her pussy, wanting to look at her face as she comes, knowing she’s right on the fucking edge.
Her back arches, and she lets out a mewling noise just as her hips buck and jerk in an involuntary way. I know she’s there. Her pussy squeezes me, and my balls tighten, on the cusp of emptying inside of her.
“Fuck,” I groan as I pound inside of her, relentlessly searching for my own pleasure. Devyn’s nails score my forearms, and I let my head fall back as I come, my release filling her body as my hips continue to move inside of her. “Devochka,” I murmur before I rest my heavy body against hers, my hips still moving as my cock goes from hard to half-mast.
“I love you, Fei,” she whispers against my ear. “Thank you for giving me this beautiful life,” she whispers.
Lifting my face from her neck, I look into her blue eyes and I shake my head. “Nothing I do is beautiful. But, Devvy, everything about you amazes me. You’re absolutely fucking stunning.”
She doesn’t respond, but the wetness in her eyes is all I need to see to know that she feels the same fucking way.
My devochka.
My Devvy.
My wife.
I know that without a doubt, I am, completely head-over-heels in love with this girl.
“Bless me father, for I have sinned. It has been two months since my last confession,” I intake a shaky breath before I continue. “I killed a man, father. It was to protect myself, my husband, and members of my family, but I pulled the trigger and my biggest sin, father, is that I feel no guilt over my actions.”
I spend the next thirty minutes confessing my sin to the priest at Timofei’s church. My penance is given to me, and I do as I’m told, hoping that God will forgive me of this great sin, a sin that could be unforgivable.
“Do you feel better?” Timofei asks as I walk out of the church and directly to his side.
Today, we’re going to pick our furniture for his office, and he’s informed me that he wants to be part of the selection process.
I shrug, not sure what to say. I didn’t feel badly to begin with. I know pulling the trigger was wrong, but I still don’t feel any guilt or remorse. I wonder if there is something wrong with me. I’ve felt badly about things before, and guilty for hurting someone’s feelings, but I don’t feel even a little bit bad for killing my own father.
“You can’t let it eat you alive, devochka,” he murmurs as he slips his hand around my waist.
“That’s the thing. I don’t feel badly at all, Fei. No guilt, no remorse. I haven’t even asked about a funeral because I don’t care,” I admit.
His lips press against my temple before he murmurs, “My Bratva wife.”
We spend the rest of the day shopping, until Timofei gets a phone call. “Now?” he asks as we’re driving toward home. “I have Devyn with me,” he rumbles. “Fuck, yeah, fine,” he grunts and he turns the car around.
“We have to go to The Oleandr,” he announces. I only nod, feeling that the air in the car has changed greatly. It’s now full of tension.
He speeds toward the restaurant, and I look at his hands, noticing he’s holding the steering wheel so tightly that his knuckles are turning white. Then he turns and whips the car into a parking spot, throwing it into park before he turns to face me. His nostrils are flaring, and he looks so angry that I shrink back slightly.
Timofei reaches for me, his arm extending and his hand wrapping around the back of my neck, tugging me against the center console of the car as he leans forward closer to me. His lips are just a hair’s breadth from mine, and I can feel his warm breath washing over my face as I let my eyes flutter closed.
“Whatever happens in there, you keep at my side, and you don’t say a word, you got it?” he growls.
My eyes pop back open and widen at his angry tone. “Fei?”
“Stay by my side, you got that?” he asks.
I try to nod, but his hand has me held hostage. I verbally agree that I understand him, and then he rewards me with a slow and gentle kiss, a complete contradiction to the firm grasp he has on my neck.
When he releases me, his eyes look wild, and his fingers squeeze my neck before he completely lets go and gets out of the car. I wait for him, knowing that he’ll open my door and help me out. His chivalry is something I absolutely adore about him.
There is something huge happening, and I don’t know what it is. I shiver as Fei slips his hand to the small of my back and we begin to walk into the restaurant. His hand moves to my waist as he tugs me a little closer to his tall, warm body, and I welcome the comforting feeling.
We don’t stop at the hostess’s station. We walk all the way to the back of the restaurant into a small room. I’ve never been in this room before, but my breath hitches as soon as we cross over the threshold.
I’m the only woman in here, but that isn’t what has my eyes widening and my breathing off. It’s the fact that all five of my brothers are in attendance, along with Konstantin and a few other men who undoubtedly look like Bratva men, and then there are a group of four Italians. I can tell they’re not Irish or Russian by the olive tone of their skin. I can see that some of their skin is darker than others.
“What is Devyn doing here?” Aidan barks. I watch as his face turns red with anger.
“We were together, and I wasn’t about to just leave her,” Timofei states, cool and calmly as he steers us toward the table where the Italians are sitting.
He holds a chair for me, and I sit down. He pushes me closer toward the table before he sits down next to me.
I stay completely silent, happy to just take in the happenings around the room. My brothers come a little closer, and Aidan surprises me by sitting on the other side of me. Timofei’s men come closer to his back, and mine as well. Konstantin places his hand on my shoulder for a moment and gives a comforting squeeze before he drops it.
“I assume, although she’s here, we can speak freely?” the Italian asks.
He’s older, in his mid-sixties, perhaps. He has dark hair with a bit of salt and pepper around the temples. He’s handsome, and from the looks of him, he’s still fit with a square jaw and wide shoulders. His eyes are black, but they aren’t soulless. They actually look kind. They even soften when they pass over me.
“Yes, Devyn knows some of the situation. She’s also not been shielded from this life as most girls are,” Timofei announces. I feel my brother stiffen next to me.
“Obviously, shit has changed,” the Italian man states. “Patrick wasn’t on the up-and-up, and yet, I can’t say that I’m not surprised. I felt something was off; but my brother, he was all hot and bothered to marry a child,” he says, shaking his head. I sink my teeth into my bottom lip and move my lip back and forth to keep from talking.
“Devyn is my wife, and I have no desire to have our union annulled,” Timofei announces.
His voice is harsh and his words are blunt and to the point, but I can hear the whispered truth. He loves me. He can’t say that here in this meeting, but I know them to be true. The Italian man nods and brings his hand up to the table before he taps on it with his fingers a few times.
Clearing his throat, he speaks. “The cancelled marriage isn’t a problem for me. My brother may be upset, but I’ll dangle a new young thing in front of his face and he’ll get over it. What is a problem is the agreement we had with Patrick,” he says.
“Guns and dope?” Timofei asks.
The Italian chuckles and shakes his head. “Guns and dope are nice, don’t get me wrong, but Patrick was going to combine women with us for a stable. Also, there was talk about laundering money for us. A combination of forces and a true melding of organizations,” he explains.