Page 100 of Relentless Sinner

“Jaxon…ahhhh…ummm…” she hums my name, making it sound sweet, not knowing I’ve mostly been associated with poison to most people.

I love the sound of her pleasure and her voice. They’re a melodious mix that has engraved itself on my soul forever.

I hold her in my hands, feasting away and, like always, I can’t get enough. I always want more of her even on one of the most important days of my life—the day I’m supposed to become the next Pakhan of the Vysotsky Bratva.

We should have left an hour ago to get to my father’s house early for the meet and greet with all the Bratva alliances and officials who have come from Russia.

Now we only have an hour to get there in time for the ceremony.

I’ve dreamed of this day for as long as I can remember and worked my ass off, pushing myself beyond human capacity. But right now nothing is more important to me than the woman in my arms.

I know I’m fucked if I can admit that. And act the way I’ve been acting. No one has seen me for days, yet I delayed our honeymoon by over a month in favor of the work I was supposed to be doing. In the two weeks that have passed I’ve only left the house three times. All of which were to rush through whatever I was doing so I could get back to her.

At least part of my brain is still working, and I know I can’t fuck up today. The plan is to get our clothes back on when she comes. Then I have to become Jaxon Bortsov again.

I just need this one last moment of indulgence with Gabriella because I won’t have her like this until later tonight. And the next few days will be busy.

The ceremony itself will be as long as our wedding, and there will be drinks and socializing well into the evening.

As I couldn’t invite some of my closest friends, like Micah and Cillian, I’m having a party here on Saturday night. Between then and now I’ll be back and forth for business, Bratva and Creed meetings.

Gabriella’s body shudders with an orgasm, pulling my focus back to her just as her delicious nectar flows into my mouth.

I drink her, taking long sips of heaven while I run my hands up her body and help her massage her breasts.

I don’t stop drinking until there’s nothing left, and even when it’s all gone I lick around her clit like I’m cleaning remnants of delicious food from a platter.

“Jaxon, we’re going to be late,” she mutters in that sultry voice that speaks of the pleasure I’ve given her.

“Not the way I drive.”

Her eyes widen. “You can’t drive us there.”

“Why not?” I know exactly what she means. She thinks we won’t reach our destination because I keep getting sidetracked by her.

“We’ve gotten dressed six times and look at us. What if something happens and we end up doing this again whenyou’redriving?”

She tries to get up and find her dress but I grab her hands and pin them over her head.

“If it happens, it happens.” I lean down on her and gaze into her beautiful eyes. “This is just a ceremony. If I choose not to go because I want to fuck my wife, everyone will just have to accept that.”

They would. They wouldn’t like it and I’m sure my father would find the strength to shoot my balls off, but even he would have to bend the knee and accept whatever I wished to do. All the formalities are done, so on paper I’m already Pakhan.

Still, I respect formalities and tradition. Things have already been shuffled around to accommodate my father’s illness.Usually the ceremony would be held at the manor house in Boston. I will be the only Pakhan who won’t have received his welcoming there. It’s a small price to pay considering I was the man who wasn’t supposed to have a chance.

Eric told me that today would be the most important day for me as the new leader. It would be the one the men would remember for time to come.

All the men who saw my father become Pakhan will be there, along with their wives, sons, nephews and even grandsons.

I am the symbol of strength for them and this is my legacy.

“I’m going to let you go now,” I tell her, planting a kiss on her soft lips.

“Are you?”

I smile at her, and she smiles back. “Don’t you want me to?”

“No.”

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