Page 149 of The Umarova Crime Family

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“Nazyr, what are you doing?” Mona’s accent comes out thick, and she’s laughing a bit as we walk back into my house.

I turn back to look at her, halfway through kicking off my shoes. “Taking my shoes off? Is that a problem?” I smirk back at her as I toe off my second shoe, and Mona comes right up to me.

Over the course of the night, we had some really good conversation. I found out more about her as a person, and in turn, I shared some things about myself. Nothing too detailed, but enough to show her that I’m a decent guy.

There’s no denying the fact we had a bit to drink tonight, and we’re a little tipsy, which explains the flirtatious sparkle in Mona’s eyes. At least, I think it does.

She can’t stop smiling and wraps her arms around me. She runs her fingertips through my hair and looks right into my eyes. It’s like she’s looking straight into my soul, but I swear that’s the alcohol.

“I want you to kiss me like you did earlier,” Mona says, and if I remember correctly, I opened the door, but she’s the one who closed it, so to speak.

“You do now, huh?” I toy with her a bit and bring my lips down lower, inching closer and closer to her until her smile is practically stretching across her entire face. She’s smiling brightly, bigger than I’ve ever seen her smile before, and I press my lips up against hers. She moans lightly into the kiss, and I slide my hand up her back, slowly bringing it to the back of her neck and squeezing firmly. I’m making sure my movements aren’t too alarming. I don’t know what might trigger her, which is the last thing I want to do.

Mona kisses me back with need and desire, pushing her body up close against mine. I’m surprised by how demanding she’s being and how she’s taking a good bit of the lead here. In a way, I’m stepping on eggshells because I know what she’s gone through in her past. It makes me more comfortable that I’m letting her take the lead, at least for this time. Wait, what the hell am I even thinking? There might not even be a next time. But, if there is, at least I’ll know what she likes and what she doesn’t.

Mona pushes her body even closer up against mine, and I slide my arm underneath her. I lift her into the air, and she wraps her arms around my neck. I end up needing my other arm to keep her secure as I walk up the steps. After a couple of minutes, I’m leading her back to my bedroom. I fumble with the doorknob and eventually push it open, then kick it shut behind me before I lower her down on my bed.

It’s pitch-black outside, and I walk over to the curtains to draw them closed. The last thing I want is for some creeper to be watching me make sweet, delicate love to this woman. I finish closing the curtains, and then I go back over to where Mona’s lying down on my bed, now propped up by her elbows.

She rakes her eyes up and down my body, and I slowly take off my suit jacket and then my tie until I’m unbuttoning my dress shirt. She watches me make every single move, and I’m carefully watching her reactions. If there’s even a doubt in my mind that she isn’t going to be comfortable with this, I’m not going to proceed. I know her past all too well, and I’m not going to put her in a situation where I think she might feel forced.

“Do you want the same thing I want, Mona?” I question her, needing her to vocalize this for me.

“I think it’s obvious, but yes. I… I want to feel wanted, Nazyr. I’ve felt used for so long, like I was an object, but this is the first time in years that I feel like I’m actually desired by a man. I want to remember what that feels like.”

Okay, there’s nothing to hold me back now. I finish taking off my dress shirt, stripping down to my boxers, and then place both my legs on either side of Mona’s body. I take her mouth in a claiming kiss. One that shows I’m nothing like the last man she’d been with sexually. I want her to see me for me and know that I can be gentle when the situation calls for it, like it does right now.

Mona and I continue to share some heated kisses for quite some time, so long that I don’t even know how long we’ve been doing it. Eventually, though, I slide my hand around her back and tug at the top of her zipper until it comes down to her ass. I get off the bed and stand up, and she does the same thing. She kicks off her shoes and then lets the dress fall into a pile on the floor. Little did I know she wasn’t wearing a bra this whole time, so now she stands in front of me in a pair of black lace panties.

Her nipples are a soft pink color, which matches her alabaster complexion perfectly. God, she’s fucking beautiful. My cock is standing at attention, and Mona drops down to her knees. She opens her mouth wide as she tugs my boxers down and slips my cock past her lips. Her mouth is fucking perfect, and I shut my eyes as she fondles my balls and applies slight pressure. Damn, where has she been my entire fucking life?

She bobs her head back and forth. At first, it’s slow, but it isn’t slow for long. She picks up her pace and sucks hard while one hand slides up and down my shaft. I plant my hand in her hair, and she lets my cock pop free from her mouth, then moves down to my balls, sucking them into her mouth for a few moments. Holy shit.

She releases my balls from her mouth and rises back to her feet. I hook my thumb under her panties and pull them down slowly, giving her any chance to say she doesn’t want to do this, but it never comes.

Soon enough, we’re on my bed, and I have a condom on, ready to bury myself deep into her. I open her legs a bit wider and slowly sink myself inside her pussy. She lets out a soft moan as I fill her up, and I make sure my movements are slow. Mona arches her back and neck, only ever giving me the idea she loves every bit of this.

I kiss her deep and slow as I rock into her body, and this doesn’t feel like fucking. It feels passionate. It feels so different than what I’m used to doing with women. Ruslan asked me if I felt a certain way toward her, insinuating I did, but I didn’t think I accepted it until now.

Mona is different. She’s… a pure woman who’s endured all of life’s cruelties. It makes me want to hold her close and protect her, and I think I might just have to do that.

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After our first time together, I realized that I only want to keep Mona safe. She is slowly and surely becoming precious to me. We eat breakfast and dinner together every day, and today is the first family dinner I’m taking her to. It might seem like a bit much, though I think she’s going to do just fine. If anything, I think she’s going to have a good time. It might even surprise her how good of a time she’s going to have. She’s already met Emily, and Amelia is just as nice. It’s going to be great. At least, that’s what I keep telling myself.

Over the last week, things have been so shocking to me. I’ve seen more and more of what Mona couldn’t do when she was with Duarte versus the freedoms I’ve made available to her. She offered to go grocery shopping for the house the other day, and I found out she couldn’t even leave the property. Sometimes she wasn’t even able to leave her bedroom, which was locked from the outside and had bars across the windows. She was a prisoner, but her prison was a castle.

I’m currently in the kitchen, drinking water, when a set of footsteps causes me to glance over. Mona comes into the kitchen and offers me a soft smile, then does a twirl. She looks absolutely stunning in this gold gown. Eset complained that we hadn’t been dressing up, and she really wanted us to at least try and dress up, so I told Mona the attire was going to be black tie. She really pulled it off.

Fuck, I can’t tear my eyes off her right now. “You look amazing,” I say, and Mona smiles.

“Thank you. I thought this dress would look good, but I wasn’t sure. It was one of the ones your sister left in the closet.” I don’t ever remember seeing Eset in this gown, and I’m glad. It looks like it was made for Mona. It’s a suede velvet sort of material with a deep V cutout in the front. The sleeves go down all the way to the wrist, and the stomach area cinches, showing off her hourglass body. The dress stops just above her ankles, and she has on a pair of black heels.

“I’m glad you can get some use out of them. Oh, I got you something,” I state, then open the drawer to the right of me. I pull out the phone and hand it over to Mona.

“Is this what I think it is?”

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