Excuse my wife.

 

***Yegor***

 

My phone chimes with an incoming message. Reaching in my pocket, I drag it out of my black slacks and check the screen and see it’s from Ford, my boss. He’s letting me know there’s a meeting set for eleven at his house.

Normally, I’d be at Ford’s house in one of the rooms upstairs. All of my shit is there, at least since I moved Ruby into my mansion. Seeing how things went down today, though, all that has changed. There’s no fucking way I’m staying away from her again.

Before Ford and Tarzan had dragged Nathan out of my house, I requested a meeting. Although he backs me up with no questions asked, that doesn’t mean I get off without some blowback for putting a bullet into the leg of one of our own men.

I’m glad the meeting is set so I can jump into action to hunt down Paco Hurtado. Fucking Paco. Why did it have to be him? Out of all the goddamned people in this godforsaken world. No matter how black my past is, he seems to darken it even more. I need to get things handled before someone tells him where Ruby is.

Yes, I know damn well who Paco is. Never in a million years did I think that name, or that fucker, would cross my brain, or my path. I lead a different life now, one where I’m part of a Russian gang. I have a messy past, not to mention a messed up family tree. I might have been given a Russian name, raised as a Russian, but one look and you can tell my Italian heritage.

Over twenty years ago there was a forced truce between our families. Yes, I’m talking about family in the sense of gangs here. Meaning they stopped fighting and steer clear from one another from then on. Well…on this account I’d say fuck the truce, I’m going to kill him on the spot.

But there’s one very fucking tiny bright side to all of this. I’m pretty sure Ruby’s not going to like it, but again…I don’t give a fuck. She’s going to hate me either way. Here I thought I’d fucked up a few weeks ago, but throw Paco in the mix? Yeah, I might need to find the solution for hell to freeze over if I ever think there’ll be a future for the two of us.

I shoot another message to my lawyer before I place my phone into my back pocket. Ruby strolls into the living room. We put a new bandage on her hand a moment ago, and she’d walked off to put the first aid kit away.

Damn lucky we needed to change that bandage too, because all I want to do is devour her. Any damn way I can. And I can’t due to the fact that my soul is as dark as my fucking. So I need space.

“Sit.” I snap.

I’m on edge and it’s better to get the whole thing out of the way first so we can move forward. Getting to the ‘need for her to hate me’ part. Believe me; it’s better this way.

She takes a seat across from me. To give myself another minute to calm down, I glance around the room. This house’s got a huge living room with a big enough fireplace I could stand in it. Hell, I could burn a fucking body in it. Except the stench would draw people over, so that’s a no go.

The term ‘I see red’ is something that suits me on more than one account. My whole living room is dark red: the ceiling, walls, floors, furniture, every-fucking-thing. I like it that way. It’s rich, warm, and it soothes me. Drawing on the soothing quality, I turn back to Ruby. 

Before I can utter another word, she slides off her chair and crawls seductively my way. What. The. Fuck? When she reaches me, her hand slides up my leg and heads straight for my dick. I shake my head because fuck…that’s been my wet dream for the last few weeks. On her knees and my dick in her mouth.

When her fingers tighten around the growing bulge in my slacks and squeeze, I fucking know it’s reality. The groan that leaves my mouth rumbles through my chest and is damn loud even to my own ears. Seeing she’s going to hate me anyway, it’s better to add to the fire. Show her a hint of the domination I demand when it involves my dick.

 I slide my fingers into her hair and pull her head back. “You want a little taste, Little Spitfire? Open the fucking zipper.”

Ruby’s eyes stay on mine as she pulls it down. She wants to reach for my cock, but that’s where she’s wrong. The hand I had wrapped in her hair slides to the side, so I cup her neck underneath her jaw and guide her cheek against my leg, putting her in place.

My other hand whips out my dick and I stroke it in front of her. Letting her enjoy the view of my cock. She’s got no other fucking option but to use her eyes, because I’ve got her pinned between my hand and my hip. Looking down at the sight before me, my knees almost buckle at the intense visual.

Every pump she matches with a gasp, as though she needs my cock in her mouth. Carnal hunger dances in her eyes. As I guide my dick a whisper from her lips, she opens her mouth fully. Fuck no, I’m not ready to give it to her yet. Her breath is scorching, but I’m the one in charge, and the second my tip enters that hot as sin mouth, my cum will coat her throat, so I’m stalling.

“You want to know who your man is, Ruby? The guy you asked to take your virginity? I’ll fucking show you. You’ll hate me for what comes next, but it’s inevitable. In the end, life will always cause pain. It’s the shit you have to endure to appreciate the good things that are scarcely thrown your way. Open up, Little Spitfire.” I growl out that last part in a dark demand.

Her lips part as my hand reaches for the back of her head, keeping her in place, while I jam my cock deep inside her mouth. I pump at the base of my cock while I thrust my hips.

I feel her choke on my dick, didn’t you get the hint yet? I’m a bastard, and I own that shit. “Swallow, Ruby. Fucking swallow my cock. Breathe through your fucking nose because I ain’t pulling back. This is me fucking your mouth, and you’re going to give me everything I demand. Fuck, yeah. That’s it.”

Tears are running down her cheeks and I’m in fucking heaven. That’s right. I mentioned my soul is dark as well as my actions. This includes the way I fuck. She needs to know, needs to feel what it’s like to belong to me.

Her moans are sending trembles through my cock. Normally, when I fuck a face, they grip my legs and try to push me off. It’s the reason I started to blindfold them and bind their hands. None of this would be happening the way it’s going down now if it was anyone other than Ruby. For one, I’m not wearing a rubber. And I always wrap up, no exceptions. Until now.

Second, I need to shake my head to clear it when I feel her moaning again around my dick. My gaze trails from her mouth taking my cock to her eyes. They are closed. A look of contentment spread over her face. Tilting my head, I see her hand tucked between her goddamned legs.

Dammit. I can’t hold back. I feel my balls draw up. It’s been too long; I haven’t fucked a woman since I first laid eyes on Ruby. I’ve jerked off to this very dream that’s now a reality. Her lips tighten around my mushroom head that’s thickening even more.

Thrusting my hips, my fingers tighten in her hair, causing her to moan while her body shakes. She’s fucking coming while hot streams of cum shoot down her throat. An animalistic sound rumbles through the air. I become lightheaded, while my body fills with a heavenly feeling that nobody has ever triggered inside me.

My chest is heaving, and I need to pull myself together. Fuck. Best blowjob ever combined with the fastest orgasm ever. It may have something to do with the fact I haven’t had sex since the day I met her. Or it’s her. Let’s hope to fuck it’s the first thing because a track record of mere minutes is not something I need. I’m dying to test that theory, though. Holy hell…that thought shooting through my brain while I just emptied myself. I’m hooked all right.

My dick leaves her mouth and the cold air reminds me that I failed to make her hate me. Because how the fuck would I have known this virgin would get herself off while I roughly fucked her mouth? I grab my cock and zip the fucker back up.

Plan fucking B. Instant hate, comin’ right up. “Paco Hurtado is my brother.”

Ruby’s glassed over eyes flash in disbelief before she scrambles back. Yeah, that kinda sealed the deal, my fate, whatever.

“No…” She gasps.

Slowly nodding my head, I stand a little taller. Do not fucking sugarcoat that shit. “Oh, yeah. He is. Half-brother, same mother, shared DNA, that kind of brother. No fucking denying it. Also the reason why…”

The doorbell rings, right on fucking time. I don’t finish enlightening her further but step up to buzz in my lawyer.

That text I sent earlier? Yeah, I needed to get a marriage license filled out, paid for, add our valid IDs and settle all of the legal requirements, that shit. Thing is, I may have needed Ruby’s ‘I do,’ although it wasn’t really necessary. Us getting married is.

“Laura.” My acknowledgment is curt.

Behind me, I sense Ruby storming up due to the gust of wind she manages to push forward with her speed. Glancing over my shoulder, I can tell by her fire-spitting-gaze she’s ready to blow. Why…I have no…aw, fuck. How can she be jealous when I require her hate?

“You need to fucking leave.” Ruby seethes. “We were in the middle of something, so get the hell out.”

Laura ignores her completely and holds up a file for me to grab. “Here you go, all taken care of. Need anything else?”

“No. Yegor and I were busy, so not from you he doesn’t,” Ruby sneers. “Other than your exit strategy, because you are neither welcome nor wanted here.”

Ruby crosses her arms in front of her chest and taps her fingers on her arm, pinning her laser glare on Laura.

I hold up the file in silent thanks.

“Excuse my wife. She just gave me a blowjob while she finger-fucked herself to orgasm.” That statement makes Ruby’s mouth drop.

Laura chuckles.

Shooting Ruby a wink, I add, “Looks like she’s ready for round two.”

“Well, seems like I’m not needed here, so I’m off to do something more useful.” Laura doesn’t even wait for a response. She turns to leave, and I shut the door behind her.

“You’re insane.” Ruby shakes her head. “And I’m not your wife.” She bites out.

Opening the file, I grab a document and hold it out for her to take. Her gaze scans over the words, making her eyes widen.

“Noooo.” She gasps. “How can you do that? Is that even possible? We’re not…how? No. Married?” Ruby squeaks.

“Come on. We need to talk.” I take a step toward the living room.

Ruby rips away the file and starts smacking me on the head with it. What the fuck?

“What did you do? What did you do?” She chants while smacking the shit out of me with the damn papers.

Finding her wrists, I grab both and give her a light shake. “Stop, dammit. That’s what I wanted to explain so follow me into the living room so I can do just that.”

Ruby rips away from my hold and stomps the whole way. Fucking adorable and this amazing woman is all mine.

“We’re here.” Her arms wide, rocking left and right in half a circle. “Now you better damn well start talking, and fast. What is this bullshit?”

“Long or short version?” I ask.

She actually growls deep in her chest. “Short now, long version maybe later, if I don’t kill you before that.”

“Married a few minutes and already wants to be a widow.” I murmur.

She stalks in my direction and she actually manages to make it feel like a threat. I maintain my cool, because I sure as fuck know she doesn’t need laughter from me to provoke her.

I hold up my hands in a gesture of surrender. “My half-brother, from a different father, is Italian. There are laws, contracts, agreements, whatever you want to call it…between gangs; things everyone honors. Or should, for that matter. One of those is that wives are to be untouched.” I can’t help my distaste about that part, because I know all too well that there are people out there who say ‘fuck the rules’. “Anyway…with you being a virgin and shit…” Damn, I need to take a breath or two to calm myself because there has never been so much hatred flooding my veins. Not even when…

Soft strokes on my arm make me open my eyes. I didn’t even realize I’d closed them.

“Go on.” Ruby’s face holds no anger, instead, there’s only worry.

For me? Damn…

Swallowing, I continue. “Paco’s the head of an Italian gang. He wanted you untouched,”

Ruby shakes her head. “It doesn’t make any sense, he wanted me untouched, yes…but they also said he would kill me. It’s insane, I don’t even know how he knew I was a virgin.” Ruby gasps and steps back. “Shit…a virgin, you’re talking about a tradition after marriage…showing the blood on the sheets.” She grumbles.

“Yes.” I growl in frustration because that’s what the fucker was planning. I fucking know it.

“It’s the same damn thing that happened with my mother. Except, she wasn’t a virgin. She had me…” Shit. I shouldn’t have said that part out loud.

Turning, I try to leave, and yet her words stop me. “As I have you.”

My eyes fall shut again. Damn emotions. Ruby is supposed to hate me. That’s the only way to keep her safe. Doesn’t she understand what it all entails? This life….hell…life can be gone with your next breath…and yet…there’s reason in those four words.

Spinning around to face her, I close the distance between us. “By law, in life until death, you’ll have me.”