The bedroom door hadn’t even shut behind them before Bazarnik had Tatiana up against the wall.
He traced a fingertip along her jawline and cocked his head, studying her face. “I wouldn’t want you getting any ideas. Money, custom cars –things that might make a woman think she didn’t need anyone. Yeah, I’m not having it. If you think your newfound independence is going to gain you freedom from me, that’s not happening.”
His fingers trailed down her long, slender neck until his hand was wrapped around it in a firm grip that said more than words ever could. “I require absolute control, as I’m sure you’ve noticed. I’ll do anything, and I do mean anything, to keep it.”
Tatiana jerked her head up, defiance shining in her eyes.
“Do you like pain, baby?” he asked, his voice deceptively soft. He one-handed her jeans, tugging them and her panties down over her hips. He used his foot to shove the garments to the floor, where she stepped out of them and kicked them to the side. His hand slid down her abdomen and came to rest between her legs.
“Mmm, what do we have here? Looks like I found your hot button.” He thrust his middle finger inside her as he smoothly manipulated her clit with the pad of his thumb. She moved with abandon, grinding her hips against his hand. She whimpered when he pulled his hand away, breathlessly urging him to hurry as he unfastened his jeans and shoved them down.
“I want it, give it to me, please,” she whispered. He took a step back and stepped out of his jeans. She wrapped both hands around his cock and slowly jacked his engorged shaft. His head tilted back and he closed his eyes, lost in the feel of her soft hands sliding up and down over his sensitive skin. His balls drew up tight and he couldn’t help grunting and cursing with each stroke of her hands. When she dropped to her knees and took him into her mouth, he couldn’t resist letting her work him with her mouth and tongue but all too soon yanked her back up to her feet.
“Sorry, baby, I’m too greedy right now. I’ve gotta get inside you. How do you want it?” he asked, his breath hot against her ear.
“Hard. Fast.”
He kicked her feet apart and slammed into her in a single, gratifying move. He began to thrust like a madman, giving it to her hard and fast. With each powerful lunge of his hips, Tatiana’s body was pressed back against the wall. He fucked her with all the possessive rage he felt at the thought of her ever leaving him.
He would never let her go, he knew that now. Even if it meant caging her down in the basement without any clothes just so he could look his fill and use her body to slake the lust that consumed him whenever he thought of her. Tatiana was different, not like any of the faceless, nameless one night stands of his past. He had never wanted anything to do with after he was finished with them. But she was different. He was different.
“Never fucking letting you go.”
“Oh, God,” she gasped. “Your cock, I fucking love it, it’s so good.”
“I’ll always make it good for you,” he swore as he moved inside her. “So good, you’ll cream just thinking about me. So good, you’ll never want to leave me.”
“I don’t want to ever leave you, but I don’t want to be a burden to you.”
“You’re no burden, baby. My only burden is the thought of being without you.”
She was tormented, ripped apart by her emotions because she’d never felt like she was connected to a man who shared the darkness in her soul. They were one in the same, sharing the same skeletons and demons they’d fought to keep buried in their closets of ambiguity and now those secrets would be the same things that kept them united in love. The only love two damaged souls could ever know in their distress of fractured pasts. Together they were one—apart they were a broken abyss of agonized pain.
When she climaxed, she knew she had met her match. Bazarnik satisfied needs she never even knew she had. His body shuddered as he came long and hard. He rested his forehead on hers, their sweat mingling as he waited for his heart to slow down.
He walked her over to the bed. That hadn’t been just a hard fuck against the wall; they had made love in their own raw, unapologetic way. Now they needed to talk.
He pulled her close against his side and chose his words carefully. “I love you…but you know I’m fucked up, right?”
“I love you, too,” she said and felt his arms tighten around her. “And because you are exactly the way you are, I don’t think I could ever feel this way about anyone else. We’re all fucked up, Baz.”
“Hmm. Baz. I like it,” he said with a grin. “I mean, I’m a full-blown pyromaniac. I’ve got a fire fetish that won’t quit. I’ve tried everything, but the dark forces build up and rage inside me if I don’t release it.”
“But being here is helping you contain it, right?”
“Yeah, I think it’s probably why Glazov brought me here. It’s definitely a skill I can use on the job, so to speak,” he said with a grin. “So, you don’t think I’m fucked up?”
“Of course, you are,” she laughed lightly. “Like I said, we all are. If you’re asking me if I’m going to leave you because of it, I can honestly say no, I’m not. I’ve been doing fucked-up all my life, why stop now?’
She was just what he needed: a woman who would stand by his side with no judgment. Yeah. They could do ‘fucked-up’ together and they were going to be fine. It was just what they both needed.
“He’s giving you tricked out SUVs? Very nice. What about me, do I get one? Or is this more of a ‘what’s yours is mine’ situation?”
Glazov rolled onto his side and turned his wife’s face toward him. Too much of his time was spent working. He relished these private moments with her. Through the years they’d learned how to arrange their schedules so their marriage remained a priority. Family was everything; it had always been that way for them.
“You can have mine, Ptichka, not that you need a bulletproof, armored vehicle meant to carry diplomats. But you know how important your safety is to me. If you like, we can get one like the one Roksana chose, equipped to discreetly transport bodies.”
He raised his brows as he studied her serene expression. Not much shocked her anymore. Plus, she was familiar with the concept because Natasha already had one. “What color do you want?”
“I could say fire engine red but, knowing you, you’d say it would draw unnecessary attention. I guess I’ll just go with the usual black—the color of my man’s heart.”
He rolled on top of her, bracing himself on his forearms as he decided what to do to her. She was every bit as beautiful now as the day he married her. He hadn’t been with another woman since his first glimpse of her. He had known, even then, that all other women would pale in comparison. His dick was ruled by one woman and he knew it. He grinned as he thought to himself that he and his dick had never been happier.
“What are you grinning at?” she asked suspiciously.
“Nothing. Just thinking.” He leaned down and ran his tongue around her nipple before sucking it into his mouth. Her body arched up to meet him. She opened her legs in invitation and he took it—needed it. Their bodies came together, pushing and pulling against each other in a familiar rhythm that never got old.
“I love you, woman. You’re all I know, all I see, all I want.”
Her fingers raked over the sculpted muscles of his back, pulling him ever closer. She could feel the tension in her body building to a crescendo that promised to be, as always, beyond intoxicating. Sensing she was already close, Glazov adjusted his hips to rub the base of his shaft against her clit. They had always been a perfect fit that way. A couple of thrusts was all it took to send her crashing into a quivering release. He was right there with her as the flames tingled at the base of his spine seconds before he filled her with everything he had.
With her tucked in close against his side, his fingertips trailing up and down her arm, he spoke, his voice almost reverent. “Two grandbabies at once, Ptichka. Only our firstborn could pull that off.”
“Oh, so Natasha had nothing to do with it?” Kathleen scoffed playfully.
“She had everything to do with it. She is good for our Nikita.”
“Well, they’re going to need our help more than they realize. Two babies! We need to get ready. People put entirely too much stock in due dates. I have a feeling these Bratva babies already have minds of their own.”