Page 10 of The Umarova Crime Family

“Sliced and diced. They could sell me in a deli.” I try to find some crude humor in the moment, but Amelia doesn’t appreciate it.

“Why does your humor have to be so crass? Especially right now?” Amelia asks, scrubbing my back as she steps closer to me. She’s never looked more beautiful. Half of her hair is soaked, while the rest of it’s dry. Her tits are taut, and she has hard nipples. All I want is to feel her skin against mine. It’s been too long, too fucking long.

I grab Amelia on either side of her face and pull her against me, crashing my lips against hers. She’s surprised for a moment but eventually gives in to my advances. I’m sure she thought the first couple of nights would be slow and progressive. They’re not going to be. I need her, and I need her right now.

My dick comes to life, and I was worried earlier that I wouldn’t be able to get hard with the condition my body’s in right now. “Rus… um, Ruslan,” Amelia pulls her lips away from mine. “We shouldn’t go too fast. There’s no need to rush. You’re back, and I’m not going anywhere.”

“No. I haven’t had you in weeks. You’re the only thing that kept me alive in there, Amelia. I need you.” As I finish speaking, Amelia collides her lips once more with my own, and then she tears them away out of nowhere. Amelia presses her hands against the tile shower and arches her back, giving me the perfect angle to hit her from behind. Fuck, yes.

Her pussy’s shaved and glistening for me. I step behind her, and her warmth is inviting. If my hands were completely healed, I’d put a couple fingers inside of her and work her up quite a bit, but right now, it wouldn’t be the best idea.

I line my cock up at her entrance and slowly force myself in. Fuck, it feels so good. Her wet walls constrict around my cock the further I go in, and I rock in and out of her. My legs begin to tense up, so I go a bit slower. I can’t fuck her the way I want to because my body can’t handle it, but I can let Amelia know how much I appreciate her.

I place my hands against her hips and hold onto her as I fuck her sweet and slow. She mews against the tile every time my cock is all the way inside her, and heat rushes through my body. “Fuck, malen'kiy krolik,” I hiss right as I’m on the brink of release.

Amelia sinks down the wall a bit more and turns her head to look at me. “I want to see you when I come,” she says, and I drill myself into her over and over again. I can’t go too hard, but I can fuck her hard enough for us to both get what we need. She begins to moan louder and louder just as she’s on the edge of her own release, and my balls tighten up, shooting my load inside her. Amelia comes around my cock and screams out. Her face contorts into pleasure mixed with exhaustion, and all I want to do is take her to bed after this shower, but the doctor will be here shortly, and I have to get checked out.

I help Amelia wash her hair and body, and we make sure I’m scrubbed clean before getting out. Amelia goes above and beyond, helping me dry off and fetching some clothes out of my closet for me. It’s nothing special, but the cotton pajama set fits loosely, feeling cool against my now-clean skin. I told her I needed a suit, but she laughed and told me I was allowed to look like a “bum” for at least a few days after everything I’d been through.

Amelia and I head downstairs for a bit, and the doctor arrives ten minutes later. I undergo a complete checkup, including a blood draw. The doctor then tells me he’s certain my nose is broken, so he’s put me in a splint for the next couple of weeks. I’m supposed to go get an X-ray done at the end of the two weeks to see how things are healing, and then we can move from there. In the meantime, he gives me some painkillers and a course of antibiotics to take for the next ten days so we can make sure none of my wounds get infected. He, of course, tells me to keep them clean, and I’ll have no problem doing that.

“Brother, do you mind if we speak privately?” Lom questions as he knocks on the door frame of the study.

“Of course not. Amelia, go get a snack and take it to the bedroom. I’ll be up shortly to join you.”

Amelia rises from the couch in front of the window and comes over to me. “All right, but try not to be too long. You heard the doctor say you need to rest.”

“I won’t be too long. Now go. I have things I need to handle.” I’m not trying to be too dominating, but I need her to understand she can’t be privy to this conversation.

Amelia walks out of the study and shuts the door behind her, leaving Lom and me alone. “Did the doctor say good things?”

Amelia was the only person in the room with me besides the doctor, so my brother had no idea what was said. “Yes, I’m to keep this splint on for two weeks, have a course of antibiotics, and the rest will be determined based on my blood test results. Otherwise, I was told to gradually adjust my diet to being back at home. Nothing too crazy, or I might get sick.”

“So, you mean to tell me you’ve just survived hell, and you can’t even eat a damn cheeseburger?”

“That would be correct,” I laugh.

“Damn, that’s fucked up.”

“What is it you want to discuss? I don’t want to stay down here too long, brother. Truthfully, I’m exhausted.” My body’s worn out from the long day of travel and all the moving around. I’m surprised I made it this long.

“I want to know what you found out while you were there,” Lom tells me, and I realize he didn’t have anything to say to me. It’s the other way around. He wants to know what I can tell him so we can start on our own retribution.

“Anzor was behind everything,” I plainly state, and Lom raises both of his brows.

“No,” he shakes his head, wanting to believe our stepfather’s a better person than he is, but it’s the truth.

“I’m not lying to you, Lom. Anzor did this. Anzor was behind it all.”

My brother goes to sit on the leather couch Amelia was on just a few minutes ago. “Deep down, I think I knew he must’ve been involved, but I didn’t want to believe it.”

“There won’t be an ounce of mercy given to him for the things he’s done. I need to know, brother, who is your connection? Who helped you find where I was?” Lom stills at my question and then opens a button on his suit jacket.

“The woman I’m currently sleeping with is Armenian. Truthfully, if not for her, I might never have been able to find you.”

This is the first my brother’s ever told me about a woman he’s sleeping with. He’s the drink and fuck type, then he usually leaves them hanging. “Is this woman important to you?” My question causes his eyes to widen, and then he laughs.

“No, not in the least bit.”

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