Any chance of a double orgasm?

 

***Ruby***

 

Something must be wrong with me, because who in their right mind thinks it’s hot when their husband wants to kill a man who only spoke a few nasty words about me?

“Go on, Ruby.” Yegor presses.

I debate pulling my knees up to hide my face, because I feel a smile tugging at my lips. Dammit. Okay, focus, I can do this.

My gaze connects with Tarzan because that makes the words flow easier. “So the douchebag throws that out and before I can blink, the man he was talking to wraps his fingers around douchebag’s throat. He told him to apologize, to get down on his knees, because that was no way to talk to a lady. That right there didn’t make me popular, although the guy did buy a Ferrari but he told the douchebag that he only bought it because he enjoyed seeing me, a lovely woman who brightened his day.”

“So glad I stayed. Lemme have this fucker’s name, because I need to track him down too.” Yegor growls.

I shake my head. “Oh, no you don’t. He was a nice guy. I told him that I wasn’t interested in a relationship or dating. He wanted to go out and sent me flowers the next day. He was…”

“Feel free to either shut the fuck up or gimme the goddamn name.” This time Yegor bellows out his words.

I cross my arms in front of my chest. “Oh, shut it. He was the only guy in my life who was really sweet to me. And I,”

“Shush, Ruby. Don’t feed the beast beside you; it’s like the hulk. Anger builds his muscles and the green is all on the inside. Did you ever see this nice guy again? Remember his name? Anything?” Tarzan asks.

Her words prompt me to gasp. “No way am I telling you his name.” I point a finger at Yegor. “If I do, you’ll dash off and kill him.”

“Yeah, well, there’s that.” Tarzan shrugs. “Or we might find out Paco used one of his aliases and met you for the first time that day. It would explain a lot.”

I could smack myself upside the head. “Nooooo. Damn. You’re smart. He said his name was Riccardo.”

“Ricca.” Yegor curses.

Ford adds a few curses of his own. “It would be something. They were getting along at that time. Ricca could have mentioned something to Paco. Maybe things went sour after that and Paco thought it would be fun to chuck a dead girl Ricca’s way to make the point he’s always in charge. By taking the girl Ricca tried to impress, they can tie it back to him.”

Wait, what? “So this Ricca placed a huge bullseye on my head. What the hell?”

I stalk to Yegor and hold out my hand. “Gun.”

I wiggle my fingers while I keep a steady palm up, indicating that I want him to hurry the hell up and give it to me. He smiles wickedly and reaches back, pulls his gun from his holster, but right before he can place it in my hand, Ford’s voice cuts through the air.

“Put it away, Yegor. You know damn well if this theory is true, you’ll have one hell of an ally in Ricca.” Dammit. Even to me that’s  logical and my hands drop.

I can’t help but stomp my foot and mutter underneath my breath. “Dammit. I really looked forward to…”

I don’t get to finish my sentence because I need to bite my tongue to prevent from moaning. Yegor’s lips are on my skin where the curve of my neck meets my collarbone.

“Patience adds to the intense pleasure that washes over you when the moment is finally there.” His breath is so close to me it ignites a shiver that sends goosebumps over my skin.

“Hmmm. That’s why you wanted to jump the gun and hightail it out of here a few times, right?”

“Gorgeous, I have no need for patience. I’m the epitome of living in the present.”

His words make me snort. “Mister Right Now, I presume?”

“Okay, yikes. You two head up and get some ‘Right Now’ action, while the big boys start planning shit.” Afon mutters while he shoos us away with both hands.

Yegor doesn’t even argue. He spins me around and places his hand at the small of my back to guide me out of the room. But instead of leading me up the stairs, he takes a detour. We descend stairs and we’re now underneath the mansion. There are all different kinds of rooms left and right, but he leads me all the way back. As soon as we step inside a room, I clearly see what it is. An indoor shooting range. Nice.

Yegor makes a beeline to a rack in the back and grabs a couple guns and boxes of ammo. “Ever shoot a gun before, Ruby?”

“Nope. But I gather that’s about to change, right?” I can’t hide the anticipation in my voice.

“Yeah, gorgeous. We’re gonna do some damage.” He sets down the gun and starts to load the magazine. When he’s done, his gaze hits mine. “Crank the magazine in here.” His palm hits the butt of the gun before his hand moves to the top. “Then slide this back so there’s a round in the chamber. Now you want a firm grip, like this. Two hands, Ruby, don’t get all wild west on me and wave it around. Also, what I showed you with the slide? That part moves each time so keep your hand clear from that, yes?” He waits for me to nod before he continues. “Two hands straight forward. Because if you hold it like a pansy, it will wiggle around or fly out of your hand.”

“Like a pansy.” A gush of air leaves my mouth. “As if. I know how to hold on to something.”

I’m fairly annoyed by his words, because I remember all too well how he didn’t even want my hands around his dick. When his eyes narrow, I know he’s thinking about the same thing. He sets the gun on a shelf, and within seconds his fingers wrap around my neck and he walks me back against the wall.

His thumb slides up and feathers across my bottom lip. “Let’s get one thing very clear, Ruby. You’re mine. You might think that gives you some control, but that’s an utter illusion. Whether you’re naked or standing fully clothed in the middle of a theme park, I own you. Every inch that is you and every way you take my dick. Even when it’s barely an inch of my dick I decide to slide between those delectable lips. Everything is something I own. Mine. Got it?”

“Yegor’s bitch. Got it.” I snap.

There’s a low rumble emanating from his chest. His eyes darken and his fingers tighten slightly around my neck.

“It rubs me the wrong way, okay?” I growl right back, annoyed because I feel the need to explain while he’s the one acting all caveman. “I mean, if you were rubbing my clit while throwing out Neanderthal statements, then maybe I’d consider it sexy.”

I feel his hand sliding in my waistband and a little scream leaves my lips. “Damn, cold fingers.”

Icicles. His finger is like an icicle rubbing my clit. But it’s spreading heat through my whole body, dragging a moan from me that I was trying very hard to keep inside.

“Ruby.” He says my name in a way that commands an answer, but I only manage a groan in response.

“Who are you?” He drawls while he takes my clit between two fingers, keeping it hostage while he shoots out his demands.

“Yours, I’m yours.” I rush out the words because I need to draw air into my lungs for the orgasm that rips through me.

“That’s right. And don’t fucking forget it. I might overlook you replying with Yegor’s bitch, but that’s only if you come for me beautifully the next instant to drag my attention away. Because I don’t fucking condone you being referred to as bitch, even when you’re the one saying it. Clear?” His tongue slides from my earlobe to my chin, where he nips my skin. “Clear?”

Oh, reply. Shit. His fingers sliding through my pussy are such a distraction. “Yegor’s bitch, right.”

A sharp sting spreads between my legs before his hand is gone. Did he just smack my pussy?

Yegor’s arms are crossed in front of his chest while he glares at me and slowly shakes his head. “Now, Ruby, another thing I do not condone is manipulation. I want your hands on the shelf and push that tight ass back for me.”

My mouth goes dry and it’s hard to swallow. The fierce look in his eyes doesn’t leave any room for argument. I drag my feet all the way toward the shelf.

“I didn’t mean to, dammit, but your fingers were on my clit, and you clearly said something about Yegor’s bitch and come the next instant.” I mutter underneath my breath.

His fingers are sliding into my hair as he tightens them into a fist. “Second time, Ruby.”

“Well, since you’re counting…any chance of a double orgasm then?” I might as well toss that out to piss him off some more, because I’m messing up every step I take anyway.

His hand untangles from my hair. Minutes pass…nothing’s happening. I’m in place, exactly how he wanted me and nothing happens. There’s no sound other than my own heart beating frantically in my ears. I’m bracing for his hand to heat up my ass, except…nothing.

Risking a glance over my shoulder, I lock eyes with Yegor. His arms are yet again crossed in front of his muscular chest. I know that underneath his white button-down shirt is some heavy ink and it just adds to the intensity he emits. His legs are slightly spread and his shoulders are tipped back as if he’s bracing himself.

The only thing that looks out of place is the dark look in his eyes. And when I say out of place, I’m talking about the fact that for a person who’s about to get a taste of Yegor’s action…a bullet through the head, knife lodged under the chin, whatever…it’s that dark look that I know it’s there for me.

It’s a promise, a blazing heat that comes with the desire to fuck me raw, and it’s all building up and locked on the inside. Utterly calm on the outside, with a lust-filled craziness on the inside begging his inner demeanor to break lose.

It’s then I realize what Nathan and Tarzan had been telling me all along. I can now see it for what it is; Mr. Inaccessible is an open book for me, and only me.

Turning, I fully face him. “For a woman who has been kidnapped, drugged, almost raped and killed…I can’t help the loss and hurt that’s going through my mind right now. But I don’t want to change anything that got me to this point in time. If I did, I never would have met you and I never would have experienced the way you make my body come alive. Hell, you’re not even touching me, just standing there, staring, making my chest burn and my heart squeeze. I might seem like I’ve lost my mind or don’t recognize the person I am anymore. This whole marriage certificate might be meant as a statement, but you’ve made it clear…that’s all it is. I tried, but I fail to see it that way. I might as well be in there fully because I don’t do things with half a brain, I tend to go all in. You ask; who are you? There’s only one thing my body and mind scream in sync…I’m yours; Yegor’s woman.” I just threw my heart at him, leaving me to hold my breath, because there’s no change in his body language.

Unease fills me. “I’m not trying to manipulate you into giving me an orgasm, dammit.”

The single movement of the left side of his mouth coming up in a satisfied grin is an indication my words didn’t leave him cold. “Turn that ass around; hands on the shelf, Ruby.”

Hurt slams into me by the lack of emotion in his voice. I mean, I did throw my heart out to him…did he catch it? No. More like hit the pause button so he could order takeout and hit play when it suits him.

“Fine. Have it your way.” I mutter while I turn and manage to swallow some curses that threaten to spill from the hurt that’s filling my veins.

My fingers curl around the shelf where the loaded gun is laying on top. Without a sound, I feel Yegor molding his body to mine, one hand snakes over my hip, up my belly and finds my right breast. He pinches the nipple through the fabric while his other hand covers my pussy possessively.

His mouth is right next to my ear. “I’ll always have my way, best to remember that.”

Shit, I’m so screwed. I suck at remembering things when his hand is on my pussy.