She shed her skirt, leaking my come down one thigh. I walked her into the big bathroom and pushed her into the shower, easing her up against the wall.
Soon, steam surrounded our sex. My dick was hard again in just a few minutes, rubbing on her ass, kissing her the whole time with my arms wrapped tight.
When I was about to slip in, horny as fuck to fill her up again, she whimpered and turned around.
“This is it, then? I want to believe this is all I need to worry about from now. It's like heaven here with you, David.” She pushed her fingers through mine and I squeezed. “But this week has been scary as shit. Not just you, or killing my Dad...this whole stupid life. How do I know there isn't somebody else out there when you run into trouble with your business? Somebody who'll take it all away – or worse?”
Damn. If she wasn't so beautiful, my cock would've wilted. I had to work on training her to save these kinda questions for the times when I wasn't going mad to get inside her.
“Nobody's taking shit away. If things hadn't gotten fucked up last night, I was gonna tell you about that. Meant to tell you we're moving more and more into real, legit biz like this casino everyday. I'm not gonna give up the cash from the legacy shit Uncle Ignatiev started overseas, but it's not gonna cause us trouble. We're gonna wind down, slow and easy, and it should be a cinch now that the turf wars with the Rossinis are gonna burn out. You think I want to risk any asshole coming after you over my mistakes? After our kid?”
I pressed my hand to her belly. She shivered at the reminder that I was absolutely fucking serious about knocking her up. The sooner my seed took, the better. I couldn't wait to have a son or daughter to fix this shit, free us from old blood wars once and for all.
My future blood wasn't gonna have to stare hungry tigers in the face all day or go into ghettos with guns blazing. Someday, Strelkovs wouldn't be paying for extra acres and luxury wines by ferrying ice overseas to junkies and heavy arms to terrorists. Or freedom fighters, depending on who you asked.#p#分页标题#e#
“Fuck, babe. When I mean this shit's over, it's all winding down. By the time our kid's born, I'm not having any of it. We're gonna bring 'em up for real business with the same fucking attitude that built both our families. After running in the circles our blood's been in, they'll knock the fucking teeth outta any legit billionaire in real estate or gaming. They'll be too damned busy making millions in legal shit to think about pennies on the black market.”
She gave me a smile, and it wasn't even forced. I grabbed her, pinned her to the wall, getting in several kisses before I got the last word.
“I already know all about cornering hidden treasures. Now, I wanna own the entire fucking world, love, but if it falls flat I really don't give a shit. Buying a gold plated castle to the sky's not half as important as having you here, underneath these muscles, cock buried in your heat.”
I wedged my hips between her legs and grabbed my cock, thrusting it in. She rocked, gasped, and tried to resist. Only for a nano-second.
When I started to fuck her, all the doubts she wanted to slap me in the face with melted. And I kept them dissolving into a puddle beneath us, matching the rhythm of the warm shower on my back, fucking her with the same confidence I had about all this shit going right.
It had to, dammit. I'd promised her the universe, and I always kept my word.
We fucked hard and fast. By the end of it, I was barely able to distinguish her heat from mine. We were one with each other and one with the steam cloud around us, one with the steady rain from the shower and our own drumming lust.
I held her down and growled as I came. Her ass jiggled against mine and then she joined me, gurgling pure pleasure with my hand around her throat. I kept her skin there bared to me, kissing and sucking, marking her with my teeth.
She'd have one helluva hickey before the day was through to go with all the sperm I'd pumped inside her. And after a short break, we'd be right back at it.
No shit. We were fucking 'til she walked out here with circles under her eyes and a smile on her face, too damned buzzed on sex and love to think about her bullshit past with that tyrant she called Dad.
If my wife had any doubts about herself or my crazy ass by the time we left this casino, then I'd be seeking out a prescription for a longer hard-on, knowing I hadn't fucked her enough.
VII: More Than Just Epilogue (Anna)
Seven months gone by, and it still feels like just yesterday.
I never could've imagined vacationing in Mexico all winter. The siege mentality Dad instilled in me from birth faded a little more each day beneath the warm sun.
But then, I couldn't have imagined being pregnant either, let alone loving a man like David Strelkov. Sometimes it's dangerously close to feeling like a dream. Good thing there are constant living reminders, little assurances like being pinched by lust when his arms are wrapped around me to prove it's real.