I’m awake with the dawn like always. I silence my alarm before it can go off and disturb my wife. My shoulder aches, but not as bad as I expected. Dr. Sawyer’s one of the best in the business when it comes to cleaning up after careless mafia soldiers. Expensive, but worth it.
I use the bathroom and splash water in my face. I keep seeing Aunt Sona with that murderous look in her eye. The knife flashing. She would’ve sliced my throat open then and there. That’s how far things have degraded. That’s how far we’ve fallen.
“Come back to bed.”
I look over, surprised. Lena never gets up this early. She’s standing in the doorway in one of my big t-shirts, nothing underneath, sleepy and fucking beautiful. God, she’s so fucking pretty. Her red hair’s curly and messy and she’s got a little drool stain on the corner of her mouth. She’s fucking gorgeous when she’s a mess.
“Can’t. I have work.”
“Not a request.” She walks over, sleepily padding along, and drags my arm. “Bed now.”
“Baby—”
She pulls me back under the sheets and tugs off my briefs. I grunt in surprise as she takes my soft cock and licks it, her warm tongue rolling in circles. I don’t know where this is coming from, but I like it. She makes these greedy, wet noises as I get hard in her mouth, and she moans as she sucks me. I growl and grab her, dragging her around with my dick still in her throat until her thighs are on either side of my head. I shove the big shirt up and latch my mouth onto her wet pussy. I eat her like a savage as spit rolls down my shaft. She makes slurping, sucking sounds, gagging and choking as I tongue her pussy deep.
God, my fucking wife. “I bet you were dreaming about this,” I say, losing my mind. “You woke up wanting my thick cock in your mouth, didn’t you?”
She can only whimper in reply. I lick her faster, needing her so badly. I think of her last night curled up in my lap looking small and vulnerable. She was worried for me, and that only makes me harder. I want this girl more than I’ve ever wanted a person before in my life, and I don’t know how I’m going to handle it. And I don’t care.
She’s everything to me now.
Her body shakes as she comes on my face. That breaks me. I finish in her mouth and she struggles to swallow it all. Some dribbles out down my shaft. Not that I mind. I shove her down and she whimpers with surprise as I grip my cum-covered dick and make her take it inside her pussy.
“If I weren’t already pregnant, I’d say that’s a really dumb idea,” she says, sighing with bliss. She twists around and lies against my chest and stays there. “I’m sleepy now.”
I go soft inside her pussy as I hold her tight.
Maybe I can stick around for a little bit longer.
I grumble something and squint at the light streaming in through the window. “Morning, sleepy.” Lena’s lying next to me, her head propped up on her hand. I grunt and look down.
Her hand’s stroking my cock, and I am rock fucking hard.
“What time is it?”
“It’s a little past ten.” She sits up and strips off her shirt. Her perfect fucking tits fall out and I stare as she straddles me, arches her back, and slips my dick inside of her. “Fuck, that feels good.”
“You woke me up.”
“Yes, I did.” Her eyelids flutter as she grinds herself on my shaft. Bliss fills me. She’s so tight and wet. Her tits shake as she shivers with pleasure. I’ve never seen a woman so beautiful in my life. “I’ve been touching myself for the last few minutes, getting nice and wet.”
“You should’ve woken me up sooner,” I snarl, gripping her ass. I would’ve liked to watch that.
“Too bad.” She shoves two fingers in her mouth. “Tastes good.”
My eyes go wide. Holy fuck.
I palm her tits and try to sit up so I can suck her nipples but she pushes me back. “You’re hurt,” she says, riding faster. “Let me.”
“You filthy fucking girl,” I moan as her pussy makes slick noises up and down my shaft. Her red hair bounces and her lips hang open. “Let me taste your fingers.”
She gasps when I bite them and lick enough to get her taste on my tongue. Then I shove them back in her mouth and make her suck as I thrust into her, making her tits bounce. She leans forward, gasping until she has to hold onto the headboard, and my shoulder’s aching but I don’t fucking care. I slam into my wife over and over until her back arches and she screams my name in bliss. I fill her pussy as she comes, and we end up in a sweaty tangle.
“I like that,” she mumbles, curling up against me. She’s breathing hard and drooling slightly against my arm.
I brush her tangled hair from her face and kiss her little nose stud. “Yeah? Which part?”
“Waking up and getting some very nice dick.”
“I liked having your tight little cunt grinding up and down like a good girl.”
“You think I’m good?” She flutters her eyes at me, grinning. “I’m so proud of myself.”
I squeeze her ass. God, I can’t keep my hands off her. “You keep fucking like that and you should be proud.”
She laughs and stretches. “I’ll put that on my resume.”
“Fucks like a champion. You can list me as your reference. I’ll gladly sing your praises.” I pull her closer. “Too bad nobody’s ever going to fuck your pussy but me ever again.”
She chews her lip and glances up at me. “Really?”
I hold her tighter. Jealousy burns in my veins. “Do you want someone else?”
“I didn’t say that.”
“If you need more—”
“No.” She sits up and gives me a hard look. “That’s not what I meant.”
“What did you mean then?”
“I just—” She glances away. “I didn’t know you really wanted this.”
I drag her down against me. Was she really worried? It seems almost silly that a woman like her might think I could possibly want someone else. Since the moment Lena came into my life, I’ve done nothing but obsess about her. I’ve watched her, thought about her, stroked my cock with her image in my mind. She’s taken me over, body, mind, and spirit.
“You’re all I need.” I kiss her softly and breathe in her smell. “You’re the one with the doubts, baby, not me.”
She licks her lips and curls into me, but doesn’t say anything.
Fine. Let the girl have more time. She’ll figure it out eventually.
Maybe she isn’t sure that this is right, but she will be.
I can be a patient man.
“You’re staying home with me today,” she says without looking up. “Do you understand?”
“Can’t, baby. I shouldn’t have slept in. That’s bad enough.”
“It’s non-negotiable.”
“Lena—”
“Doctor said one day and you’re giving me that day.” She bites my fucking nipple. I grunt and fist her hair. She grins at me defiantly.
“You’re fucking crazy.”
“You are too. Tell you what. If you stay with me today, I’ll fuck your brains out. All day long, as much as you want. I’ll suck your dick dry until you can’t get it up anymore. How’s that sound?”
I laugh despite myself. “I don’t think you could manage it.”
“Try me.”
“Your pussy will be sore. Your mouth will be numb and your throat will be aching from getting filled. Are you sure you want that?”
She grins huge and nods eagerly. “Let’s see what you can do.”
I laugh again, feeling like a young man again, like I don’t have a war breathing down my neck, like my aunt didn’t just try to kill me.
I roll her over and pin her hands at her sides as I attack her with kisses moving down from her nipples—pausing only to bite each as revenge—to her belly button and to her pussy until she’s moaning, grinding against my lips, and begging me for more.
“Did I hear that right?” Maud frowns at me, squinting like I’m blurry. “You’re staying home today?”
“Don’t make this into a thing,” I grumble at her.
Lena lays a hand on my arm lightly. “The master would like pancakes. We’re having a lazy brunch.”
“Are we talking about the same man here?” Maud points a wooden spoon at me. “Arsen Sarkissian’s having a lazy brunch?”
Lena beams happily. “That’s right. Brunch time!” God damn, my wife is beautiful. I hate her right now.
But also, I care about her more than I ever dreamed possible.
We eat together on the terrace. It’s a beautiful day. Lena goes on and on about Maud’s cooking. Her enthusiasm is infectious and it makes the meal that much better. There’s something about her, the way she can make even simple things feel magical. I’m drawn to that strange, impossible to define quality. So much of my life has been misery and struggle, but with Lena, it’s like I can be a little bit lighter.
I can be the man I’ve always wanted to be.
When we’re done, I have to make some calls even though I know Lena’s not happy about it, but that’s the compromise. Tigran makes a few jokes about me getting murdered by a grandmother, none of which are funny, but they sure as hell crack him up. I call a few other members of the Brotherhood just to let them know that I’m fine and I’m only taking the day to be with my wife on her orders. Uncle Narek chuckles and says he’s not remotely surprised and he’ll handle business while I’m recovering.
“Wow, look at that, the world isn’t ending,” Lena says as we walk together through the garden. She turns and faces me, hands on my chest, that naughty little grin on her face. “Want to say anything to me? About how it’s fine to take some time off maybe and I was totally right and also thank you, Lena, you’re the best?”
“You look good,” I tell her instead. I’m not saying that other shit. She’s in a light summer dress with a floral print. It’s cut low, showing off the top of her tits, and the skirt’s short. I reach down and run my hand up—and fuck. She’s not wearing panties.
And she’s dripping wet.
She grins huge. Her stud catches the sunlight as her nose twitches and her eyes sparkle. “Now do you have anything to say to me?”
“You really do want to walk with a limp for the next week.”
“Oh, I doubt that. Unless you plan on breaking my knees.”
“I plan on tearing your pussy to pieces.”
I fist her hair and bury her mouth in a kiss.
Around us, insects flit from flower to flower, and it’s a beautiful day.
But she’s all I can see. She’s all I can smell, all I can taste. Every inch of her is imperfect and messy and absolutely fucking mine.
“What a gentleman,” she mutters as I drag her down into the grass.
“Now this is good.” Lena moans as she leans back against the wooden boards in the sauna. She’s butt-ass naked. Her tits drip with sweat and her nipples are hard. It’s honestly taking all my energy to not touch her right now. I’m nowhere near satisfied—but I can tell she needs a little break. She opens one eye and peeks at me. “Your dick is hard.”
“It’d be bad if it weren’t.”
“We’ve had sex four times already.”
“Five. Actually.”
“Six if you count me sucking you off in the library. How are you hard again?”
“Magic. Mostly your tits though.”
She frowns and looks down at herself. She squeezes one and pushes them together. “I don’t know. They’re fine. Just boobs.”
“They’re perfect.”
“I’ve seen better. I knew this girl—”
“I don’t want to hear about it.”
She shrugs. “Your loss. But her tits were glorious.”
“You are glorious.” I tug her closer. She sighs and lazily strokes my shaft. “Can I admit something?”
“Absolutely.”
“I didn’t want to do this.”
She laughs and squeezes my head. I grimace slightly. Maybe I should’ve phrased that better, especially with my cock in her fist.
“You didn’t want to do what exactly?”
“Stay home. It’s difficult for me.”
“You certainly are suffering right now.” She kisses my neck. “No, I’m sorry, you’re being honest and I’m making jokes.”
“Work is everything. The Brotherhood is everything. Being the patron is more consuming than you can guess and it encompasses my every waking moment. I was afraid to stop.”
“That must be difficult.”
“It’s a lot of weight to carry. I’m not complaining. Someone has to do it, and I’m strong enough. But I was worried that taking off even one day might be too much.”
She’s quiet for a moment. Then she kisses my shoulder. “You care about your family. That’s really important. It’s admirable, actually.”
“You care about yours too. That’s why you’re here.”
“True.” She frowns then looks down. “We’re having a serious conversation and you’re still hard.”
“You’re still stroking.”
“We’re kind of weird, aren’t we?”
“It’s the good kind of weird.”
“Didn’t know that was a thing.”
“How about you get on all fours and let me fuck you into sweet oblivion?”
“What’s that have to do with being a weirdo?”
I bite her lower lip and tongue her teeth. “Nothing. I just want to fill you again and spank your ass until it’s branded with my palm print.”
“Well, since you put it that way—”
Her fingers lightly brush over the bandaged wound. Her skin’s glowing from a physically demanding level of sex and a very good sauna session. Maud cooked an incredible dinner, and now we’re back in bed. It’s a little past eleven at night.
“Did this hurt?” she asks.
“The stitches weren’t bad.”
“No, I mean, the stabbing.” She chews her lip. “Knives kind of freak me out.”
“I got over that a while ago.” I move her hand away and make her fingertips brush over a scar on my abdomen. “This was a knife.” I make her touch another closer to my right hip. “This was a knife.” And another over my left collarbone. “This was a shovel. I think it might’ve been sharpened.” I show her wound after wound after wound.
“You’ve been through a lot,” she whispers. I hate how upset she sounds. I don’t want to scare her with this, but it’s who I am. I can’t hide that. She deserves to know me, even the ugly parts.
“It was mostly my father’s people,” I admit.
“Wait, really?”
“It was his form of punishment. He couldn’t do it himself, so he’d get my guards to hurt me instead.”
Her mouth falls open. “Your own guards? The people that were supposed to protect you?”
“They didn’t like it. They always apologized afterward and were really nice to me. Sometimes I even liked it, you know? A few cuts, a few bruises, and I’d get a lot of positive attention for a few days.”
“That’s sick.”
“I’m aware.”
“Maybe that’s why you like it when I’m a little mean to you.”
“Probably.” I pat her ass lightly. “What’s your excuse?”
“Oh, I’m just a freak.”
“Thought so.” I kiss her lightly, feeling more relaxed than I have in a very long time. The burden of leadership is still there, but it doesn’t feel so crushing. “You know, the worst part of getting stabbed this time wasn’t even the knife or the stitches.”
“What was it then?”
“I like Aunt Sona.”
She seems surprised. “You’ve never said anything good about her around me.”
“That’s because she’s been a terrible, vindictive, vicious bitch for years. But back when we were kids, she was actually kind of fun. I remember one time we had a pool party and she brought over like fifty inflatable animals. She spent all afternoon blowing them up with a pump. The kids went wild. It’s one of my fondest childhood memories.”
“Sometimes I forget that when you say Aunt Sona, you mean you literally grew up with these people.”
“That’s the hard part. I loved her once. Her and Garen and all the others that left when the family split after my father’s death.” I don’t mention that I had a very active hand in killing my old man. That’s a story for another night. “I went to that auction to try to talk sense to her, thinking I was speaking with my aunt. If we could just get past the animosity and come back to being a family—” My fingers dig into her hip. “But she tried to kill me instead. I’m almost happy it happened in a way.”
“Why? How?” She’s biting her lip like she’s trying not to cry. It makes me want her even more, knowing that she’s emotionally invested in me. I can’t remember anyone caring about how I feel like that.
“Now I know where I stand. I don’t have to hold back anymore.” I pull her close. I don’t want her to be upset for me. I’m not upset for myself—not even a little bit. Getting stabbed wasn’t fucking fun, but it was almost liberating.
I can fight this war the way I should’ve from the start.
Total brutality.
No more leniency.
I feel free.
“You’re a good man, Arsen.”
“What’s good about what I just said?”
“You tried the right way first. You even got yourself stabbed. I don’t think most people in your position would’ve gone that far, but you did.”
“I care about family. It’s everything to me.”
“Is that why you wanted to marry me so badly?” She sounds surprised, like she’s only just figuring it out.
“You’re carrying my child,” I say, and maybe she’s finally getting it. “Family is everything, and blood is forever.” I touch her belly where our baby is growing. “This is a bond deeper than anything else in this world.”
She looks stunned. I kiss her and pull her tight against me. Yeah, she’s starting to figure it out. Family is the most important thing in the world, and she’s my family now.
Which means I’d kill for her.
I’d happily die for her too.
“This was a good day,” she murmurs, sounding like she’s half asleep.
I let her drift off.
She’s right—it was one of the best I’ve had in a very long time.
