Page 24 of The Umarova Crime Family

“Nothing I couldn’t handle,” Ruslan tells me and then looks over to Danill. A moment later, Danill is leaving with Nal, and it’s just the two of us left in the suite.

“You have to give me more than that. Where did you go off to? What did you do? I thought I’d come out of the bathroom, and you’d be back already… but it’s been three hours, Ruslan. I fell asleep on the couch.” I’m not overly angered with him, but I’m annoyed. I was scared to death earlier, and he left me here with Danill. What I wanted was for him to be here with me, to hold me, kiss me, and comfort me. I don’t think it’s too much to ask for, not in the least bit.

“I handled it as quickly as I could,” Ruslan states, but obviously, he was out doing something else. What takes three hours to handle?

“I can’t deal with your vagueness right now,” I grit, glaring at him with all my might.

“I don’t owe you any answers, Amelia. I don’t owe you shit. You can question me all you want about what I did, but it doesn’t mean I’m going to answer you.” He has no idea what sort of hole he’s just dug for himself. I had some sort of idea that he’d try to track down Carter and knock some sense into him, but was he doing something else? Is that why it looks like there’s blood on his dress shirt?

His speaking to me this way pisses me off so much. Who the fuck does he think he is? I’ve never spoken to him like this because I actually respect him.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me right now.” I can’t hold back my rage one bit. I thought about it for a second, but I have to get this out. I have to get this awful feeling out of my chest before I combust under all this pressure. “You have some balls speaking to me like I don’t matter to you when we both know it isn’t true in the least. It’s belittling, and I don’t deserve it at all. I’ve had too many relationships where I was belittled or made to feel awful, and I’m not going to do it again. I’m not fucking doing it! You’ve taught me what I deserve and how to stick up for myself, so here I am doing it. I’m not going to do this, Ruslan. I refuse to be spoken to like I’m a piece of shit. If you’re going to keep talking to me like this, I’m going to leave, and I won’t ever look back. Not once. That’s what you’ll get for your actions, me disappearing like I’m in a fucking magic show. So stop talking to me like I’m shit on the bottom of your shoe.” I shake my head, and tears begin to fill my eyes.

Ruslan was cruel to me the first day I met him because he had to be. Because he was working to help the Steeles find their missing money, but he stuck his neck out to keep me safe and paid back my debt. I was certain he wouldn’t be cruel to me beyond that, but here he is, proving me wrong. He’s proving that he can be foul whenever he wants to be.

Out of nowhere, Ruslan grabs me by my throat and looks into my eyes. There isn’t an ounce of regret in his action, either. He licks his lips and very calmly speaks up. “You don’t have a fucking choice in the matter, Amelia. You never did. I bought your life, remember? I’m the only reason you’re still breathing right now.” Every single word sounds laced with fury, and I don’t understand it.

Before he left the suite earlier, he seemed so dedicated to defending me… and now his anger’s directed toward me? It doesn’t make sense.

Ruslan tightens his grip around my throat and backs me against the couch. I plop down onto the cushion, and he unbuttons and then unzips his pants, revealing his already hard cock. Jesus. Was he turned on when he came home, or did my tongue turn him on?

“It looks like I need to give your tongue something else to focus on,” he tells me and pulls my neck toward his cock.

I debate biting it off, but I really love our sex life. I open my mouth and take his cock in my mouth. I go back and forth, swirling my tongue around his head with every movement. He lightly moans, so I tug at his pants to bring them down. I palm his balls with one hand while sucking on his dick. I notice, over time, that when I apply pressure on his balls and suck hard, he goes apeshit. He moans in pleasure, and my own body heats up every time I hear his pleasure.

Ruslan drives his fingers into my hair and holds on tight, then pushes me to increase speed. I open wider for him, and my mouth is so wet. “Fuck, yes. Keep it up, malen'kiy krolik.” His voice comes out gravelly, and I know he’s getting closer. I don’t want him to come yet, though. I want more than just a quick blowjob.

He begins thrusting his hips and shoves his dick so far down my throat that I start to gag. I don’t know why, but I think it’s so fucking hot. Ruslan pulls his cock out of my mouth and scoops me into his arms like I weigh nothing. He carries me down the hall until we reach the bedroom, and he shuts the door with his foot.

Ruslan tosses me on the bed and gives me one stern look. “Strip, now.”

I almost want to ask him if he remembers how he spoke to me… but I really want to get laid too. Ruslan is the best lover I’ve ever had, and maybe if he gets his shit together, he’ll continue to be.

I remove the cozy pajama shirt and the shorts I’ve been wearing since I took my bath. I hardly ever wear underwear, just because I’m not a big fan of them. I’m left here on our cream-colored sheets, naked and willing.

Ruslan begins taking his own clothes off. First, it’s his suit jacket, then his dress shirt, and the undershirt below it. He kicks off his shoes and then takes off his pants and boxers too. They were simply hanging at his knees when we were out in the living room. “Lay your head over the edge of the bed.” He instructs, and I follow his directions like a good girl.

God, what’s become of me? What happened to the woman who was telling him what she would and wouldn’t do? I suppose none of it matters now that I’m distracted with Ruslan. It makes me feel pathetic but having sex with him makes me feel powerful. I’ve never felt that way before, but I’m here fully embracing this divine femininity.

Ruslan lines his cock up with my mouth and forces himself deep down my throat. I sense heat around my clit, and Ruslan lowers his lips over it. Electricity rushes through me when his lips close around it, and I roll my head back a bit more while he thrusts his cock down my throat. I breathe in and out through my nose and moan around it when he starts teasing me.

He brings his fingers against my lips and rubs them delicately. He twirls and spins while doing the same with his tongue. I roll my hips against his mouth, and he increases his own thrusting. I can’t believe I’ve been with any other person before him. They never made my body scream the way he does. They’ve never even tried. It makes me wish I had met Ruslan years ago, and he was my first because I know he would’ve taken care of me. He would always make sure I was okay in general, but sexually, he’d make sure I felt powerful like I do right now.

Heat centers around my lower region, and I don’t think I’m about to come yet, but I keep getting wetter by the moment. He makes slurping sounds with his mouth as he sucks on my clit and even begins to flick it with his tongue. It sends my body into overdrive, but I don’t want to be mouth fucked right now. I want his dick in me.

I press against his hips in an attempt to push him away, but he grabs my hands and forces them down. Ruslan fucks my mouth harder than he’s ever fucked my pussy, and my eyes water from how much he’s hitting my gag reflex.

Out of nowhere, he pulls his cock out of me and flips me around like I’m a ragdoll. He has me in doggy-style position and, without warning, shoves his cock deep inside me. I scream from the sudden intrusion, and Ruslan grabs me by the throat once more. “No one has the right to tell me what I’m going to do. Not even you.”

Chapter Fourteen

Ruslan

I shouldn’t have treated her so horribly last night. It was the first thing I thought about this morning when I woke up. I’d been cruel to her, and she knows it. All she’s ever known is men being cruel to her, and I showed Amelia I wasn’t any different. Even now, I’m shaking my head at my stupidity. She’s a diamond in the rough, and yet I’ve done something that could completely fuck everything up.

When I woke up this morning, Amelia wasn’t there. I was worried she’d flown the coop but was relieved when Danill wasn’t in the suite either. At least she was smart enough to take him with her, even if she was angry at me. I’ve heard from friends in my life that when our wives or girlfriends are mad at us, it can be the worst. Out of spite, they’ll sometimes run from us and ditch their security detail. Hopefully, it’s something I can speak to Amelia about, and afterward, she won’t do it. That’s the hope, anyway.

First thing this morning, I ordered ten dozen red roses to be delivered by six in the evening today. It’s a bit past ten in the evening now. Amelia’s working at Illusion tonight, so she should come home and be blown away by everything I’m organizing for her. I’m going to have candles lit, roses everywhere, her favorite foods, and sparkling wine.

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